Chapter 135 Buddha, please protect your little fox (47)
The bamboo door was suddenly pushed open, making a creaking sound.
The cool bamboo breeze blew in, ruffling the hair on his forehead, and a hint of scorching heat gradually spread into his light eyes.
What comes into view is the familiar white stone table, the tall Putuo tree, and a few clusters of osmanthus flowers falling from time to time, without a trace of red.
Gone...
Really gone...
Jingchen's face, which had originally been somewhat rosy, suddenly darkened and turned pale.
His tall and thin body swayed uncontrollably, as if he was doused in a basin of cold water, feeling cold from the top of his head to his fingertips. His big hands hanging at his sides were clenched tightly, hidden in his sleeves, his fingertips turned white and veins bulged.
Jingchen opened his lips, and the cold wind rushed into his chest through his lips. He groaned in pain and couldn't utter a word.
In June, the sun is always bright, and the warm and fragmented rays of light sprinkle on his face, with a light layer of dust floating in the air.
His thin lips looked even paler in the sunlight.
It hurts so much.
Little fox, it seems he's gone again..
There is no trace of nostalgia or reluctance.
She turned around neatly without hesitation.
Perhaps it was because he did not smile at her coming back, but continued to chase her like a dog, wagging his tail and begging for physical and spiritual comfort.
Or perhaps, to the little fox, he was just a toy that he could tease at will in his spare time.
It's just a plaything, it doesn't deserve its own joys and sorrows, and it doesn't deserve the slightest kindness from its owner.
But...why?
He stayed in the terrifyingly empty Zen room for a whole year, with no future and no hope.
He didn't know how long he would have to wait, nor did he know if he would be able to wait until she came back.
But he still waited, waiting in agony for a letter whose authenticity he didn't know.
As the stars change, the sun sets and the moon rises, the market at the foot of Putuo Temple becomes more and more lively day by day.
Everyone is getting better, except for the Buddhist who was once cold, desireless, and holy like a lotus, who remained in the memories of him and the little fox.
Finally unable to suppress the pain that penetrated his bones, Jingchen's body went limp.
His soft, jade-white joints were pressed against the muddy ground. He gasped for breath, but could not resist the surging and violent feeling of suffocation.
My eyes feel a little hot and a little cold.
Jingchen stretched out his hand tremblingly and touched his hot eyes. Looking at the glaring wetness on his palm, he pulled the corner of his lips and smiled sarcastically.
Ridiculous, really ridiculous.
He closed his eyelids resignedly, but the tears could not stop flowing, slowly sliding from the corners of his eyes to his sharp jawline.
The seven emotions and six desires have always been a tormenting existence for people.
Desire is the source of all evil thoughts in the world. It is extremely sinful and terrifying enough to control people's minds.
It is also indispensable. It is the oxygen that sustains life and the dazzling rose that grows in the dirty mud.
The Buddhist who saved all living beings shed tears, and the leaves on the Putuo tree with clear veins began to wither.
It curled up into a ball and began to turn yellow and old at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Everything was quiet, with only the faint sound of wind blowing past Jingchen's ears.
He forced himself to stand up, his cold white robe covered in dirty dirt.
But he seemed not to notice and took a step forward.
The direction is not the Zen room, but the bamboo door leading outside the Zen room.
For a whole year, he had not stepped out of the bamboo door.
He wanted to catch up and find out what kind of existence he held in the little fox's heart.
If it is not important, why save him, give him emotions, and teach him how to love someone.
If it is important, why would you leave now?
Jingchen quickened his pace, almost like the wind, and was extremely anxious.
Just as he was about to step out of the bamboo door, he suddenly heard the sound of something falling from the meditation room behind him.
Then, a familiar, coquettish voice was heard.
"Ouch! My butt!"
Jingchen turned around suddenly, his eyes trembling, full of disbelief.
It was like a fire that had been extinguished for a long time was rekindled.
He almost ran to the Zen room. The familiar voice coming from inside became clearer and clearer, so clear that he knew it was not an auditory hallucination.
"Huh? Where's the Buddha?"
"You really want to hide from me? Humph, can I eat him?"
The spoiled voice, tinged with a hint of anger, was vivid and real, like a boiling spring, not enough to burn him, but enough to melt the ice on his body.
The temperature around me warmed up, and my stiff fingertips gradually regained strength.
The tense string in Jingchen's mind suddenly relaxed. He took a deep breath and pushed open the door.
"Squeak."
When their eyes met, he saw a little red fox squatting on the ground, with a pair of unusually beautiful fox eyes staring at him.
Jingchen felt like there was a hook at the tip of his heart, and the other end of the hook was using all its strength to try to hook his heart out, exposing all his dirty, terrible, and shameless thoughts to the sun.
Shen Yuan tilted his head, his eyes filled with surprise.
"Buddha's son?"
She cried out in excitement.
Jingchen just looked at her like that, without saying a word. In his calm eyes, there was a crazy longing and fear.
He disguised himself with great difficulty, hiding all his desires, as if only in this way could he pick up his little self-esteem.
Looking down, the wound on Shen Yuan's leg was no longer bleeding, but the dried blood stains on his hair looked particularly terrifying and frightening.
He pursed his lips and said nothing.
Chen Yuan didn't hesitate at all. She took two steps forward, kicked her legs backward, and threw herself into Jingchen's arms.
A black shadow passed by my eyes.
A conflicted look flashed across Jingchen's narrow eyes.
Two little men popped out of the head again. The black one held a cross in his hand and looked fierce.
"No! Get out of the way! You have to at least let the little fox know that you're not that easy to coax!"
The red man with a love brain wants to poke his head and shout
"What are you standing there for? The little fox has thrown herself into your arms, and you're still playing hard to get! Hurry up and hug her tight, kiss her! Kiss her! Tell her how much you've missed her this past year!"
With a bang, the red man was kicked away by the black man and stuck to the wall and couldn't be removed.
"Shut up right there! Women are always fickle. If something is too easy to get, they won't cherish it. So, get up right there!"
Yes! Things that are too easy to obtain are not cherished by others.
Jingchen thought that he should be more cruel and just move away, not letting the little fox touch even a corner of his clothes.
You should be more ruthless and have more self-respect. At the very least, don't forgive her so quickly.
Yes, that's it.
He took two steps to the side angrily.
But the next second...
His hands seemed to be out of control as he stretched out into the air and hugged the soft and cute little fox tightly in his arms.
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