Chapter 230: Fox Demon Heroine's Jedi Counterattack 2
Two Buddhist disciples passed under the tree, muttering to each other as they walked.
Ayan's tail was wrapped around a branch and hung down, with a beautiful fox face facing the two light bulbs.
"Where did you come from, little fox? This is a pure Buddhist place, not a place for a beast like you to mess around. Get out!"
The slightly taller monk made a magic seal and attacked Ayan.
A Yan dodged nimbly, fell to the ground, and instantly transformed into the appearance of a teenage girl.
She tilted her head, imitated the monk's actions just now, and made the same seal and threw it over.
The monk was unable to dodge and was hit and embedded into the wall.
“Senior Brother!”
The short monk ran over.
Monk Gao was pulled down from the wall by him, and he gnashed his teeth and said, "Just wait!"
Ah Yan immediately said: "Then I'll wait!"
She is not a human being anymore, is she still afraid of beating the younger one and then the older one?
What’s more, the “oldest” one in their Buddhist sect passed away not long ago!
The two monks left angrily.
A Yan frowned and shuttled back and forth in the Buddhist sect gate quickly like a white shadow.
Something is wrong!
Something is wrong!
In the original plot, the original owner's impression of the Buddhist sect was that of a compassionate and reliable lifesaver. They would rather be criticized by the world than take in a poor little fox like her. For this, the original owner was extremely grateful to the Buddhist sect for protecting her!
But Ayan had seen what the Buddhist sect looked like in later generations.
At least when she was still a witch, the Buddhist monks would not call the demons "beasts". The Buddhist disciples had strict discipline and were kind and gentle to all things in the world. Now the Buddhist disciples were full of emotions, which was a bit weird!
As Ayan flew all the way, the Buddhist sect he saw returned to the Buddhist sect that ordinary people knew, and there was nothing unusual.
Some young disciples even stopped and waved and smiled at her.
Ayan's fox hair tingled.
In the end, he decided to stay put and recuperate in the Buddhist sect for the time being.
Because he had rejected Fozongjiaqi's care before, the old abbot did not send anyone else over afterwards.
However, the Jiaqi would often beat the wooden fish and chant sutras near Ayan's residence. The elegant and graceful little Buddhist monk wore a cassock, with a wide waist and sleeves, a round collar and a square collar, which made him look as handsome as the bamboo in the yard.
The young monk sat upright and chanted sutras. He spent eight of the twelve hours a day in meditation.
A Yan once suspected that the fasting pills invented by the monks might actually effectively prevent the invasion of hemorrhoids to some extent.
A person who doesn't eat, drink or defecate, and practices hard every day. In the eyes of the monks, this is an admirable hardworking genius. In A Yan's eyes -
She rested on a huge peach tree, which was in full bloom all year round. The little monk sat under the tree, and the petals fell one after another, which was romantic and beautiful.
but……
"Little monk, you haven't taken a bath for eight days."
A Yan reminded.
She thought for a moment and reiterated, "Not only did you not take a shower, you also didn't brush your teeth, wash your face, or change your clothes. There must be wind to blow these petals up, right? If there is wind, is there dust? How many days of dust has accumulated on your body?"
Are you going to be a Jigong? Rub and rub from your body someday, and rub out a leg-stretching, eye-glaring pill and give it to her?
I really know how to tie Q.
Jiaqi paused in his action of beating the wooden fish, and said, "Donor Jiuyan, I have a cleansing mantra."
A Yan sighed slightly, transformed into a human form, and swung her legs on the tree branches. Her long black hair was blown by the wind, making her look elegant and beautiful.
She said: "Dry cleaning is not as good as bathing after all."
She combed her long hair with one hand and used peach branches to make a beautiful bun. "So what are you righteous cultivators cultivating? You don't eat, drink, sleep, or enjoy life. You practice and fight every day, and when you are about to ascend to heaven, a bolt of lightning will strike you.
Great! All my efforts have been in vain! Isn’t the purpose of living a long life to have more time to enjoy the beauty of the world? "
Jiaqi raised his eyes and said softly, "Donor Jiuyan, we cultivate the righteous way to save the common people. The sentient beings in the three realms are suffering and displaced, and we are fighting with the heavens for a glimmer of hope!"
Ah Yan asked, "Oh, really? Then why do you just stay in the sect to practice every day, or go to the small secret realm to search for treasures, but never go to the human world to serve the people? Among you Buddhist sect, how many people have ever saved the people?"
The sound of Jiaqi knocking on the wooden fish became more urgent. "Donor Jiuyan, only when we become stronger can it be more beneficial to the people. We are gathering our strength. When we reach a certain level, we will naturally help the people! Although the Buddhist sect has been in seclusion for many years, my master and uncle will go to the human world to preach every few decades. It is not like what Donor Jiuyan said, that they don't care about the people!"
Ah Yan sneered: "Decades? A few decades for a mortal is a lifetime!"
Jia Qi sighed and said, "Donor Jiuyan, please don't get stuck in a dead end. We have done our best. If God doesn't approve, the people will have their own way to go. We shouldn't interfere too much!"
Oh, yes, yes!
A Yan nodded perfunctorily.
One moment you say that cultivation is for the benefit of all people, and the next moment you say that all people have their own path to take. Okay, you've said all that's wrong!
She dropped from the tree. "No matter what, you must go take a bath. Otherwise, you cannot appear within ten meters of me!"
After all, Jiaqi was young and shy, so he left with an embarrassed look on his face.
As soon as the person left, Ayan's body shattered like a bubble.
At the same time, in the most inconspicuous corner of the Buddhist sect, A Yan sat cross-legged on a cushion, supporting his chin with one hand: "My puppet is broken again!"
Opposite him sat a man wearing the same cassock, with messy hair draped over his shoulders and loose clothes, looking like a disheveled beggar.
"You said your name is Jialuo, so isn't that Jialuo's fellow apprentice? Are you of the same generation? Then why don't you have to shave your head? Why don't you have to do morning prayers? Are you lying to me?"
"Ga Luo, Jia Luo, are you listening to me? Are you deaf?"
"Monk, how about I take you down the mountain to have a drink?"
"Hey, hey!"
“…”
Jia Luo finally raised his head, his eyes were confused and dazed after being drunk: "Hey, hey!"
A Yan: ???
He sat in meditation and scratched his hair: "What kind of wine do you want to drink?"
A Yan pondered for a moment, silence is golden.
Could this be the legendary...
Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but remain in the Buddha's heart?
So the question is, what is the origin of Gala, who has never appeared in the original plot?
"Little demon, didn't you say... Hiccup, let's go have a drink?"
Ah Yan said sternly: "You can drink, but you have to answer my previous question first."
Jia Luo raised his eyelids, "Jia Qi is not worthy of being my junior apprentice. I don't shave my head because I am not a disciple of the Buddhist sect now, but a sinner of the Buddhist sect! Sinners are naturally not qualified to do morning prayers... Little demon, drink!"
Taotao: I regret not writing fantasy. It would be so much better to write Nie Xiaoqian, damn (〃＞皿＜)
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