Chapter 91 Buddha, please protect your little fox (3)

"That's the future."

Although Jingchen spoke little, he answered the little fox's questions patiently.

The little fox tilted its head and stared at him without blinking.

Just when Jingchen thought there was something on his face, the little fox's eyes suddenly lit up, just like the first time those women saw him.

"You are very handsome, even more handsome than those little monks in the temple."

When he was in the palace, the emperor specially sent people to build a mansion for him, named Jingchen Palace.

Jingchen likes quietness, and when he has nothing to do, he recites scriptures and worships Buddha.

When the princesses and royal heirs heard that he did not look like an ordinary person and that he was like an immortal who had accidentally fallen into the mortal world, they all climbed on the palace walls curiously and peeked at his appearance.

Jingchen had excellent hearing, so their exclamations naturally reached his ears without missing a word.

Now, being praised by a love-crazy little fox, Jingchen still had a calm expression and hummed lightly without any sadness or joy.

The little fox tilted his head again, jumped onto the desk to look at him, puffed up his cheeks angrily, and muttered

"You're such a weird person. You're not happy even when people compliment you. If someone compliments me on my beauty, I'll be happy for a long time."

There seemed to be a slight fluctuation in the expression on Jingchen's face, which disappeared in a flash, so quickly that Chen Yuan almost thought he was seeing things.

He tilted his head slightly, his dull eyes fell on the desk, and asked softly

"How can you tell that I'm unhappy?"

Her voice is mellow, soothing and pleasant like a jade spring.

On the wooden table, the little fox blinked its amber eyes, stretched out its little claws and pointed at Jingchen's face, its tone innocent and cute, as if it knew nothing about the world.

"Your eyes tell me that you are unhappy."

Jingchen's narrow eyes trembled, as if he was moved. He was silent for a while, stretched out his long, bony fingers, and touched Shen Yuan's fluffy head.

"You are just a little fox. Do you understand human emotions?"

Shen Yuan raised his chin and said angrily

"Of course I understand. When people smile, their eyes look like little crescent moons, filled with stars. They're very beautiful. But in your eyes, let alone stars, there's not even a ray of light."

Shen Yuan felt the big hand on his head stiffen for a moment.

Jingchen lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling.

After a few seconds, he forced a smile, gently touched Chen Yuan's head, and said no more.

Jingchen didn't ask her to leave, so Chen Yuan naturally didn't want to leave.

She fiddled with the bamboo curtain from time to time, jumped onto the bed from time to time, and rolled around lazily, trying to attract Jingchen's attention.

But Jingchen just sat quietly at the wooden table, copying the Buddhist scriptures sent by the abbot.

His handwriting is very beautiful, with a sense of elegance and grace, but he is not at all ostentatious. He is like a star chart without edges, with a deep understanding of all things. He is not worldly, but he cannot escape it.

I saw a pair of beautiful jade-like hands holding a brush and writing this sentence on the rice paper:

"Buddha saves sentient beings, how can we save Buddha?"

After finishing the inscription, Jingchen did not put down the brush. The ink slowly gathered at the tip of the brush, and finally condensed into a ball of ink, which fell on the rice paper with a plop and spread out.

It looks like a Putuo flower in full bloom.

Chen Yuan's eyes trembled, and he muttered these words carefully between his lips.

When Jingchen was still in swaddling clothes, he was sent to the royal family and to the emperor's side.

It can be said that he has spent the past eighteen years in the rigid, numb and sinister palace.

He is pure-hearted and has renounced worldly desires, but he has witnessed too many terrible desires.

Love, hate, anger and ignorance are nothing more than seasonings in the long life of mortals.

What was such a person thinking when he wrote the inscription "How to Save Buddha"?

Chen Yuan discovered that she could not get a glimpse into Jingchen's inner world.

His heart was like a piece of stone, without any worldly desires, hard and cold.

It is not easy for a cold and aloof Buddhist to become crazy about a fox demon and abandon the rules and regulations and Buddhist dogmas that have imprisoned him.

Chen Yuan suddenly felt a little excited, looking forward to that pair of calm and ascetic eyes, dyeing red for her, and the crazy look when she threw off the shackles.

It must be very exciting.

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Chen Yuan stayed in the Zen room for the entire afternoon, watching Jingchen writing and drawing, and kneeling on the cushion to recite Buddhist scriptures.

He seemed to enjoy this boring life, his eyebrows were calm and there was no impatience at all.

With a mellow voice, every word he pronounces when reciting Buddhist scriptures is particularly standard, with clear and melodious pronunciation that is very touching.

Chen Yuan obediently did not disturb him. She curled up into a small ball on the bed and slept quietly.

A monk and a fox, the atmosphere is particularly harmonious,

The room was very quiet, with Jingchen's chanting mixed with the little fox's snoring.

Jingchen blinked her eyelashes almost imperceptibly, then opened her eyes.

He looked at the small ball on the bed, pursed his lips, and did not make a sound to disturb them.

Jingchen sighed almost inaudibly and closed his eyes again, blocking out the sweet snoring.

He flipped the scripture with his knuckles, and a faint golden light emanated from the book and slowly fell onto the little fox.

A hint of understanding flashed across Jingchen's eyes, and then he chuckled softly, his voice cold and clear.

"It seems that you and Buddha have a connection. Let me save you."

While sleeping, Shen Yuan only felt warm all over, as if he was in a clear spring, swimming freely in it.

In a blink of an eye, the sun sets outside the window, and a crescent moon slowly rises from the top of the mountain, revealing a bright little crescent tip.

The faint moonlight shines in from the windowsill, making the bamboo paintings on the wall even more elegant and beautiful.

Jingchen closed the scripture and looked out the window. It was already completely dark.

He tilted his head, his eyes falling on the small ball on the bed, still sleeping soundly, showing no signs of waking up.

Jingchen sighed helplessly, slowly stood up, placed the scriptures on the wooden table, then carefully closed the door and walked out.

Outside the Zen room was an open space with a few osmanthus trees planted on it. On the round stone table was a bowl of mountain spring tea brewed by some unknown monk.

The wind was strong at night, blowing slowly. Immediately, a few clumps of fallen petals appeared under the tree and landed on the moist soil.

The monk who was in charge of watering the trees passed by and saw the tall figure at the stone table. He respectfully called out

"Jingchen Buddha's son."

Jingchen hummed lightly, then stretched out his hand and said lightly

"I'll do it, you go and rest."

The monk's face immediately showed a look of panic. "No, no, a Buddhist disciple is precious, how can I do such rough work?"

Hearing this, Jingchen's eyes paused, and he withdrew his hand after a while.

That's right, he is a Buddhist...