The Raiders of Quick Pass

Chapter 100
On weekdays, he would only come here when he was watering himself.

Although he might just be curious about his identity, it somehow caught his attention and interest.

Sitting next to him, one could vaguely smell the elegant and fragrant sandalwood on his body.

She was lying on the table in a good mood, staring at the beautiful little monk intently.

Perhaps her eyes were too naked, the other party narrowed his eyes and looked at her with some puzzlement.

"Why does the benefactor look at the little monk like this?"

"You look good." Qingwu said confidently.

Xu Chen was a little stunned, but then smiled slightly: "It turns out that the benefactor likes my appearance."

"Well, I like it." After a pause, the girl curled her lips and added in a muttering voice, "I still like you."

She said this very quietly, Xu Chen obviously didn't hear it.

After hearing this answer, he just shook his head with a helpless smile and turned his gaze back.

He looked at the tree, she looked at him, for a while, no one spoke.

Xu Chen sat here quietly, a bit like meditating, like entering a land without people.

There were only the two of them around, and there was only the sound of the wind blowing the leaves in silence.

After lying on his stomach and watching for a while, Qingwu felt that there was no progress at all.

She rolled her eyes, sat up straight, propped her head on one hand, and faced the monk.

"Xuchen, you're just sitting around and bored anyway, why don't I tell you a story?"

The other party nodded in a very good temper, "Please tell me, benefactor."

Qingwu searched for the strange and strange records that he had read before, and then cleared his throat.

"Once upon a time, there was a fox who accidentally fell into a hunter's trap and was injured..."

The girl's voice is very ethereal, like a bell hanging under the eaves of a temple, which is as clear and melodious as the sound made by the wind.

"At this time, a young monk who was going down the mountain to beg for alms happened to pass by, rescued her compassionately, and took her back to the temple to take good care of her."

Speaking of this, she paused for a moment, blinking a pair of bright eyes and looking at Xu Chen.

After a few seconds, there was no reaction from him.

Qingwu felt a little helpless, "Aren't you going to ask me then?"

Xu Chen, who was sitting upright and listening, was a little stunned, but then he followed her request and asked with a smile: "And then?"

Qingwu glanced at him amusedly, and suddenly felt that this monk was a little cute.

Bodhi in the space also held his breath and listened quietly, and was a little anxious when he heard her stop.

Master, speak quickly, speak quickly!

"Then...after the fox recovered from the injury, she wanted to repay the monk, so she lived with the monk in the temple. A few years later, she cultivated a human form, and fell in love with the monk during the day and night together."

Qingwu paused while talking.

This time, without her saying anything, Xu Chen asked naturally: "And then?"

Qingwu propped her chin with both hands, her gaze was indifferent.

"The fox is innocent and innocent, and expressed his love to the monk. But the monk was devoted to practicing Buddhism and rejected her. Although the fox felt sad and lost, he still didn't want to leave his side. But in the end, her existence was discovered by the abbot of the temple. Yes. The host beat the fox to death while the monk was away."

Bodhi: "..."

Killed... dead... dead.

The owner is really simple and rude!
After saying this, Qingwu turned to look at the person who had been listening quietly.

"That's what happened to that fox."

Xu Chen was silent for a while, then picked up a ginkgo leaf that fell on the table with his long and slender fingers, and said in a calm voice: "My Buddha is merciful."

　small theater:

　　Tang: Xuchen, your wife doesn't want you anymore.

　　Xu Chen: (smiling face) The donor was joking.

　　Tang: I'm serious, look, I don't think you have anything on top of your head, you're too monk, I'll help you forgive me.

　　Xuchen: The poor monk can recite a kind of sutra...

　　Tang: Monks recite scriptures, but they don’t listen to them. (Picks up the notebook) Well, I think this person is good, and that person is also handsome...

　　Xu Chen: (smiling kindly) Sutra of Rebirth.

　　Tang: ...

　　Hello monk, goodbye monk! (Picking up your own plot book is a [-]-meter sprint!)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)