Chapter 99 Buddha, please protect your little fox (11)
Shortbread?
Chen Yuan's eyes lit up and he subconsciously licked the corner of his mouth.
Seeing it like this, Wuan knew that it was greedy.
Although the little fox is narrow-minded and vindictive, it will immediately take the bait as long as you offer it some cakes as an inducement.
Sure enough, the next second, the little red fox stood in front of him with its short legs, raising its chin, still looking cute and arrogant.
Wu An was amused and laughed, "For the sake of the shortbread, little fox, please forgive me and don't be angry."
Shen Yuan hummed softly and stretched out her little claws towards Wu An.
Wuan was stunned for two seconds, not knowing what it wanted to do.
Shen Yuan ran to Wuan and stretched out her little claws to his waist.
Wu An quickly stepped back and covered his wallet.
"No, this is the sandalwood the abbot bought for me. I can't waste it."
Chen Yuan angrily stretched out his hand and made a sign.
Wu An asked tentatively
"A copper coin?"
Chen Yuan nodded, and his soft little fingers moved up and down, like a robber.
Wu An breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the little fox wanted a tael of silver.
"Oh well."
After saying that, he took out a copper coin from his purse and threw it to Shen Yuan.
Chen Yuan opened her mouth and held it, her delicate eyebrows and eyes showing a happy arc.
"When we get to the market, stay in the basket and don't run around. If anything goes wrong, I won't know how I'm going to explain it to you."
Shen Yuan nodded and jumped into the basket.
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Putuo Temple is located on the top of Putuo Mountain, and at the foot of the mountain is an endless and bustling market.
There are countless small vendors standing on both sides selling their wares.
There were a lot of people at the market, and from a distance, it looked like a sea of black heads.
A dazzling array of rouge, a Shuxiang Garden for mounting calligraphy and paintings, a bustling guesthouse, and a Xuanhujishi shop filled with the aroma of medicine.
Every shop demonstrates the prosperous atmosphere unique to Daliang.
"Master Wuan, what did you come down the mountain to buy? Would you like to try some of the preserved fruits I made?"
There was a stall owner who knew Wuan and greeted him with a smile.
"Amitabha, hello Aunt Fang, I'm here to buy sandalwood. Next time I have a chance, I will definitely try your preserved fruits."
If you have tasted it, you have to buy it. The abbot will scold you if you spend money indiscriminately.
"Then, little master, we have a deal. You must try my preserved fruit next time."
"Of course, of course."
Wuan agreed with a smile, and left with the basket in his hand as if escaping.
The incense shop is located at the end of the alley. There are a few men dressed in plain clothes standing outside the door. They must be customers who come to buy spices.
"Hey? Master Wuan? Long time no see."
It has been more than two months since I last bought sandalwood.
Wuan knew that June was the peak season for pilgrims to fulfill their vows, so he bought two large rolls of sandalwood at one time.
However, no one expected that Buddhist disciple Jingchen would come to Putuo Temple, attracting many female pilgrims, causing the sandalwood incense in the temple to be quickly used up.
The boss took out two rolls of sandalwood from the cabinet, handed them over, and asked in confusion.
"Have you used up everything you bought last time?"
"Well, there have been a lot of pilgrims in the temple recently, so we don't have enough sandalwood."
Wu An answered truthfully, and in case two rolls of incense were not enough, he asked the boss to add another roll.
Tan Xiang occupied the basket, so Chen Yuan could only follow Wu An obediently.
People rarely see foxes in the market, let alone such a beautiful red fox.
The fur all over its body is as bright as flames, shiny and smooth, and you can tell at a glance that it is well cared for.
At that moment, many people secretly looked at Chen Yuan, their eyes full of curiosity.
"Hey, look at that little fox, its eyes are so pretty."
"Aren't foxes social animals? How come they're here at the market? It's really rare."
"Didn't you see the little monk next to it? He's wearing the monk's robe from Putuo Temple. I guess he's a fox with spiritual energy."
"I think so too. This little fox is surprisingly not afraid of strangers. It's quite cute."
Listening to their praise, Chen Yuan felt extremely happy.
Although this body is not human, it is not bad to be a little fox who eats and drinks for free.
A man and a fox were strolling leisurely in the market.
Suddenly, Chen Yuan saw an old man selling candied haws not far away, and his eyes lit up.
It opened its mouth and bit the corner of Wuan's clothes.
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
Wuan didn't know what it wanted to do, so he could only let it drag him to the old man.
"You want to eat this?"
Shen Yuan nodded hurriedly.
She took the copper coin and handed it to the old man, then looked at the red candied haws on the wooden stick, unable to take her eyes off it.
It was the first time for the old man to see a fox buying something, and he kept exclaiming in amazement.
He took two sticks from the wooden stick and handed them to the little fox's mouth.
"Hey, cute little thing, I'll give you an extra one."
Chen Yuan held a candied haws in his mouth and imitated Wu An, putting his two front paws together and bowing to the old man.
This cute and obedient appearance made the old man laugh.
"The ability to understand human speech is truly only spiritual."
He stretched out his old hand and rubbed Shen Yuan's little head, his cloudy pupils full of smiles.
After buying the candied haws, Wuan bought some red peaches.
When preparing to return to the temple, Wuan noticed something was wrong.
He turned his head, only to find that the little fox that had been following him was nowhere to be seen.
Oh my god!
Wu An was startled and quickly put down the basket and looked around for
"Little fox! Where have you gone?"
"Donor, have you seen a red fox?"
"Little fox! Where have you been hiding?!"
Wuan was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he couldn't help but think of what the abbot said.
Mount Putuo has a mild climate, so there are many small animals on the mountain. Some ladies nowadays are very fond of furs made from animals.
Some unscrupulous butchers like to hunt small animals in the mountains, then skin and bones them to make expensive fur coats.
Little fox, you won’t be caught, right?
The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. Wu An didn't dare to delay for a moment and continued to look around.
"Eh? Master Wuan, why are you in such a hurry? What are you going to do?"
"Auntie Fang?" Wu An stepped forward quickly, his voice filled with anxiety and panic.
"Have you seen a little red fox? It's quite cute and silly."
Hearing this, a strange look crossed Aunt Fang's face.
"Is it a fat little fox?"
Wu An seemed to see hope. "Yes, yes, have you seen it?"
Aunt Fang came closer and lowered her voice.
"Just now I saw Butcher Li, catching a red fox and heading to his stall."
Butcher Li was a well-known butcher in the market. When he was young, he went into the mountains and killed two black wild boars, becoming famous in one battle.
His ancestors had been butchers for generations, and their hands were stained with blood.
The fur business has been booming recently, and animal furs on the market are snapped up by young ladies from aristocratic families almost as soon as they are produced.
Butcher Li took a fancy to this business, so he often looked for ways to hunt animals.
Sure enough, when Wuan followed the address given by Aunt Fang and came to Li the Butcher's stall, he was strangling the little fox's neck and throwing it on the bloody wooden board.
"Wait! Stop!"
Butcher Li let go of his hand and looked at Wu An, with a ferocious look on his face and even his voice was rough.
"what?"
Wu An, who was fair-skinned and thin, formed a sharp contrast with Li the Butcher, who had dark skin and a ferocious appearance.
Wu An was a little scared. He swallowed hard and said,
"You...you can't kill this little fox, it belongs to Putuo Temple..."
I thought that when Li the Butcher heard the words "Putuo Temple", he would stop.
As a result, he snorted coldly, exerted force with his hands, and threw the little fox directly into the bloody cage.
"You said it belongs to Putuo Temple, so it belongs to Putuo Temple? Now it's in my hands, it's mine. Just based on that one sentence, you want me to let this little fox go, what are you dreaming of?"
Shen Yuan screamed in fright, and her back hit the cold iron railing hard.
A disgusting stench rushed into her nose, making her dizzy.
Just now, she was following Wu An obediently, planning to return to the temple.
As a result, a perverted hand came from nowhere, grabbed her by the back of the neck, and stuffed her into a cloth bag.
"What a fat fox! He's going to make a fortune again."
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