Chapter 112 Buddha, please protect your little fox (24)
Wuan just stood there quietly, watching Ye Ranqing's figure disappear around the corner of the mountain road.
His body trembled, and he always had the illusion that Miss Ye would completely disappear from his life after leaving this time.
After a long time, Wuan finally withdrew his gaze.
"Amitabha."
He stood under the bright moon, bowed with his hands, and looked pious.
In the darkness, something seemed to be flickering, crystal clear and beautiful.
At the same time, there is another path down the mountain from Putuo Temple.
A monk in white robes, carrying various cakes on his shoulders, walked straight down the mountain.
"Buddha's son..."
Hearing this, Jingchen paused slightly but did not turn around.
"Are you going to look for that fox?"
Jingchen lowered his eyes, and the cold moonlight sprinkled on his face, casting two shadows.
He turned around and called out respectfully
"Abbot."
Abbot Jingkong, dressed in a thin monk's robe, looked straight at him with a dark and unclear gaze.
"I have to go?"
"I have to go."
Hearing this, Jingkong sighed deeply.
"Forget it, go ahead. I can't persuade you after all."
"Thank you, Abbot."
Jingchen clasped his hands together and bowed to Jingkong, then turned around quickly and mercilessly.
Not until the tall and cold figure disappeared into the darkness did the abbot withdraw his gaze and shake his head regretfully.
"This is the calamity you deserve to go through. I hope you won't regret it."
*
In the early morning, the market at the foot of the mountain is bustling with activity.
The sounds of hawking and gossip were heard one after another.
In front of the familiar wonton stall, sat a man wearing a white mask.
He has a straight back, a broad figure, and a temperament different from others.
"Master, here are the best wontons. Please try them and see how they taste."
The stall owner had a kind face and a steaming towel draped over his shoulders.
Jingchen hummed softly, scooped up a wonton with a spoon and put it into his mouth.
"Very good."
The stall owner smiled and happily greeted the customers who came later.
Jingchen withdrew his gaze and continued to eat wontons quietly.
The way he eats is very beautiful, his movements are slow and leisurely, and very appreciative.
At that time, two men dressed as butchers were sitting at the next table.
Jingchen's ears twitched and his hands froze.
"Hey, how was your red fox last night? How much did you get for its fur?"
Hearing this, the other man looked around warily and then spread his fingers.
"No way, five taels?! That's so much."
"That's right. Don't you see how fat and smooth that fox is?"
The two of them were whispering to each other, completely unaware that the white-robed monk next to them suddenly changed his expression.
"After we finish this meal, we'll continue up the mountain and catch a few more...ah!"
Before he could finish his words, the man felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he flew into the air and slammed into the wooden table behind him.
"Bang!"
torn apart.
The man clutched his chest tightly, his face grimacing in pain.
"Who are you? How dare you hit my brother? Are you tired of living?!"
The other man spat angrily, drew the dagger from his waist, and attacked Jingchen.
Under the mask, there was no expression on the beautiful face. Jingchen moved swiftly and grabbed the man's wrist holding the dagger.
“Release…Release!”
The man felt that his wrist bone was almost broken and his face turned red with pain.
Jingchen's eyes were cold, and the curve of his mouth was terrifyingly cold and cruel.
He raised his fist and smashed it hard on the man's cheekbone.
"ah!"
The man flew several meters away and fell to the ground, groaning in pain.
Jingchen pursed his lips, and there seemed to be a terrible chill that penetrated his bones.
"You... who are you?"
The man had fear in his eyes, and his scalp felt tingling, and his legs couldn't stop going weak.
Jingchen glanced sideways, his cold eyes fell on his face
"Where did you catch the red fox?"
The man dared not hide anything and answered truthfully.
"The city... the woods outside the city."
"roll."
The man gritted his teeth, struggled to get up, and helped his brother escape.
The stall owner was already frightened. He glanced at Jingchen stealthily and said in a trembling voice:
"Master, how can I do business with you..."
Jingchen's breathing was disordered, and he could only feel the element of rage running uncontrollably in his body.
He collected his thoughts, took out a tael of silver and handed it to the stall owner.
"Feel sorry."
"No, that's too much."
Before the stall owner could finish his words, Jingchen nodded politely and then walked away sideways.
A few seconds later
The stall owner looked at the person who was coming back and asked curiously:
"Master, what is this?"
"Sorry, I forgot to bring something."
Jingchen bowed, then picked up his bag and left.
The bundle was filled with the little fox's favorite osmanthus cakes, pear blossom cakes, and various other pastries.
He still needs these to win the little fox's forgiveness, so he can't lose them.
Thinking of this, Jingchen hugged the bag tighter and patted the dust off it in fear.
*
Suburban woods
After Jingchen set foot on this land, waves began to come from his sea of consciousness.
His eyes lit up slightly and his steps quickened.
The little fox was blessed by his Buddha's light and transformed into a human, so his sea of consciousness also formed a bond with the little fox.
As long as the little fox is within three miles, it can sense her presence.
At this moment, he sensed that the little fox was near him and was safe.
The sorrow that was condensed between Jingchen's brows turned into clouds and dissipated in an instant.
He searched everywhere for the little fox in the woods, but all he could see were piles of fallen leaves and traps set by the butcher.
These traps were set very secretly, covered by withered branches and fallen leaves, and there was no sign of anything unusual.
With the little fox's greedy and stupid nature, he will definitely be fooled.
Jingchen's worries unconsciously grew heavier, and he quickened his pace.
"Little fox! Shen Yuan!"
He called the little fox's name loudly, but got no response.
Jingchen looked around, and then walked towards the direction where the fluctuations in his sea of consciousness were strong.
I don't know how long I walked when I heard a strange sound.
There was a rustling sound, as if a mouse was crawling among the leaves.
Jingchen tilted his head and walked towards the source of the sound.
I saw a large pile of leaves under a tall tree, and among the leaves, there seemed to be a red thing curled up.
Jingchen walked closer, pushed aside the leaves, and a cute and beautiful fox came into view.
It was sleeping soundly, as if having a sweet dream, with a strange liquid remaining at the corner of its mouth.
Jingchen pulled the corner of his mouth, and the taut string in his heart finally loosened.
It was in vain that he had been worrying for so long, but this heartless little fox was actually lying here and sleeping soundly.
Looking at its appearance, it seems to be a lot rounder than the day it left, so it probably didn't encounter any danger.
Jingchen reached out and pinched the little fox's nose.
The little fox in his sleep felt a suffocating sensation, and his four furry paws began to flap unconsciously, and then he opened his eyes.
"Who! Who dares to harm me?"
Well, after sneaking around for so many days, I didn’t learn anything else, but I did learn all the catchphrases of those ruffians.
How could he, a naive man, have imagined that he had fallen into Shen Yuan's trap.
This trap is called waiting for the dust to come.
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