Chapter 98 Buddha, please protect your little fox (10)
Even through the air, Chen Yuan could imagine the other person's angry look of gritting his teeth.
She chuckled with glee, picked up the osmanthus cake on the stone table and stuffed it into her mouth.
"What's wrong? Why are you smiling so happily?"
A cold voice was heard. Jingchen had just finished reciting the morning sutra. He took off his golden cassock and wrapped himself in plain clothes, exuding an extraordinary temperament.
The little fox squatted on the stone table, biting a piece of osmanthus cake in his mouth, and said
"I regained my face in front of my sisters!"
After saying this, she shook her head, looking like a smug villain.
Jingchen walked up to her and sat down, then asked calmly
"Little sister?"
He had been with the little fox for many days and had never heard her talk about her family and friends, so he always thought the little fox was an orphan.
Shen Yuan ate in a hurry and almost choked. At the critical moment, Jing Chen handed her a cup of tea.
Chen Yuan took two sips from Jing Chen's hand, and finally burped lazily.
Although these are some meaningless movements, they look particularly cute on the little fox.
Jingchen curled his lips, and the rising sun shone on his shoulders, making him look gentle and friendly.
"There are some sisters I met in Qingqiu. They can all transform into human form, but I can't..."
Speaking of this, the little fox seemed to be in a bad mood.
The fluffy little ears drooped, looking lost and sad.
Wangzai in the space was once again shocked by the host's excellent acting skills.
Is this aggrieved fox in front of me really the same one that was showing off and asking for a beating in the communication talisman just now?
Seeing the little fox not happy, Jingchen asked softly
"And then? They laughed at you?"
The next second, the little fox nodded aggrievedly
"They called me stupid. I haven't been able to cultivate into a human form in such a long time. I'm just a stupid little fox."
Jingchen pursed her lips, unable to find words to comfort her.
Firstly, I seldom interact with people and have never tried to comfort others.
Secondly, what the little fox's plastic sister said actually makes some sense.
The Qingqiu fox clan is very spiritual and is a race blessed by God.
As long as it is a fox with Qingqiu blood, it can cultivate into a human form in two hundred years, enter the secular world in five hundred years, and experience thunder tribulations in a thousand years.
Although the little red fox in front of me looks cute and seems to be underage, judging from her spirit bones, she is already five hundred years old.
He has not been able to cultivate into a human form in five hundred years, so he is indeed considered to be quite stupid.
So the reason why Jingchen wanted to convert her was not only because they had a good impression of each other, but also because of his compassion.
Of course, can you say that? Of course not.
This little fox is narrow-minded and loves to throw tantrums.
The day before yesterday, Wuan had the idea of playing a prank and deliberately replaced the sugar in the osmanthus cake with salt. The little fox was so angry that he ignored him until today.
Jingchen was thinking about how to comfort him when he heard the little fox's muffled voice.
"Buddha Jingchen, am I really a little stupid fox?"
"no."
As soon as the voice fell, the little fox raised his head suddenly, his eyes sparkling.
"Really?"
Monks do not tell lies, and as a Buddhist, Jingchen naturally has never lied.
He said lightly
"It took the Qingqiu Fox two hundred years to cultivate into a human form. Even though you've been cultivating for five hundred years, you still appear in your true form. This only proves that your spiritual roots are not good, and you can't be called stupid."
What she said seems to make sense, but doesn't it still mean that she is not smart?
Shen Yuan was immediately deflated.
Jingchen knew that he had not played a comforting role, so he quickly changed the subject and asked softly
"Have you and Wuan reconciled?"
"No."
When mentioning Wu An, Shen Yuan's face was still full of anger.
Jingchen found it a little funny, and raised a light arc on his thin lips, and said in a teasing voice
"Then you still eat the cakes he made?"
"I'm mad at Wuan, but not at these cakes. Besides, the cakes Wuan makes are so delicious."
Chen Yuan held a large plate of osmanthus cake, smiling greedily and contentedly.
Like a child who has not grown up.
Jingchen curled her lips, wrapped a piece of cake between her long fingers, brought it to her lips and took a light bite.
The faint fragrance of osmanthus fills your mouth.
He doesn't like sweet things. When they first met, Wuan thought he didn't like the pastries he made.
But it’s not bad to try it occasionally.
*
The next day, the abbot called Wuan down the mountain to purchase some necessary sandalwood.
It is the peak season now, and the sandalwood in the temple is burned frequently, almost without interruption, so it runs out quickly.
It is said that women at the foot of the mountain are like tigers. Chen Yuan was afraid that Wu An would be abducted (actually he was just playing around), so she secretly followed him out of Putuo Temple.
When leaving, Jingchen told her to be careful and not to be tempted by food and follow others.
Daliang was peaceful and there were no Huns invading, which led to the development of extravagant habits among many high-ranking officials and nobles.
Some beautiful concubines and ladies especially liked cloaks made of fox fur, so there were many butchers working at the foot of the mountain.
Chen Yuan just nodded in agreement, and then slipped away quickly while Jingchen was writing and painting and not paying attention.
Looking at her leaving back, Jingchen shook his head helplessly.
He knelt on a cushion, his posture upright, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his right hand.
The distinct white knuckles did not move as he moved the Buddhist beads.
After a while, Jingchen sighed softly and said in a calm voice
"You and her are destined to be together."
Although the little fox encountered danger on this trip, there was a golden light on his forehead, which meant that he had met a lucky person and could escape danger.
*
The path under Putuo Temple is muddy, and pilgrims coming and going all carry a wooden basket with a hand-embroidered brocade bag in it, which they use to pray for offspring or marriage.
"Master Wuan, what are you doing down the mountain?"
A village woman stopped Wuan and asked with a smile.
Wuan is good at making pastries and has a likable personality, so most pilgrims know him.
Wu An bowed with both hands and said respectfully
"It's peak season in June, and the temple is running low on sandalwood, so the abbot asked me to go down the mountain to buy some."
"Okay, then, little master, please be careful."
After saying goodbye to the woman, Wuan carried his luggage and continued walking.
Suddenly, he heard brisk footsteps behind him.
Wu An turned his head and looked at the happy little red fox with a surprised tone.
"Little fox? Why did you follow me out? Does the Buddha agree?"
Chen Yuan was still angry with him, and turned her head to the side proudly, ignoring him.
Wu An was helpless. "You are still angry with me? I was just joking with you. Don't be so petty."
The little fox still ignored him, and Wuan's round eyes rolled around.
It seems that the only option is to use the trump card.
Wu An sighed lightly, as if regretting
"Hey, I originally wanted to go down the mountain this time to buy some red peaches and make shortbread for you, but judging by your expression, you probably don't like them, so forget it."
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