Painted Skin: Girl Monster Hunter

After realizing the real body of this thing, Bai Qinghan smiled: "I don't know what kind of a powerful fairy, but it's just a rat spirit."

Ruyi's almond-shaped eyes widened, and said angrily: "You goblin, tell me, why are you here as the abbot, and you are pretending to fool us away. What is the purpose! Where is the abbot now?"

The whole body of the mouse spirit was frozen in the ice, and he couldn't move, and he couldn't explain it, but the eyes of the mouse were covered with tears, and he looked a little miserable.

Ruyi flirted with Xue Nu, and with a wave of Xue Nu's sleeves, the ice cubes melted into a puddle of snow water.The mouse spirit fell to the ground all of a sudden, its hair was soaked, it glanced at everyone, and was about to run away again.

Bai Qinghan grabbed it by the tail, and lifted the huge mouse spirit upside down, its limbs danced in the air, howling.

"You still dare to run? If you run again, believe it or not, I will pull out your tail! Be honest!" Bai Qinghan was so fierce that the mouse spirit really didn't dare to do it again, so he could only beg for mercy: "Please forgive me, I It's just a matter of being trusted and loyal. Don't blame me."

"Who entrusted you, why don't you tell me?" Ruyi asked.

"Master Abbot..."

When mentioning the abbot, the mouse spirit started to cry sadly.

"Say it!" Bai Qinghan threatened with a raised hand.

The mouse spirit covered its triangular head and shouted: "Don't hit, don't hit, I say it's not okay!"

……

The years are long, and nothing is wasted.

It's still this temple, it's still this monk's dormitory.

In the summer afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, but the young monks still had no rest. They sat in meditation outside the abbot's dormitory, chanting boring and lengthy Buddhist scriptures over and over again.

Cicada kept chirping tirelessly, and occasionally gnats jumped up in Kusama, which attracted the attention of the young monks.

There is an old sycamore tree next to the monk's dormitory. The broad sycamore branches and leaves cast a large area of ​​shade.A young monk happened to be under this shade.The warm wind was blowing, the words on the scriptures held in his hands had gradually become blurred, and the little monk was a little drowsy.

I don't know who shouted: "There are mice! Catch the mice!"

I saw a huge mouse with a steamed bun in its mouth, jumped left and right, plunged into the group of young monks, and was about to escape outside.

The little monks woke up all of a sudden, and blocked it in a hurry. The little monks stood in every corner, no matter where it went, they would clap their hands and stomp their feet to scare it. It had nowhere to go and was surrounded in a circle. Can't move.

A brave little monk grabbed the mouse and squeezed it hard. The mouse screamed in pain.

Although they are monks, they are still just children after all, and they don’t have the big concept of life and death. Some of the playful little monks want to pull the mouse’s tail, and some want to pull the mouse’s ear. The mouse is miserable and ashamed. Angry again.

The little monk under the shade couldn't stand it any longer, stepped forward, and said to the one who was holding the mouse, "Junior Brother Yideng, leave this mouse to me."

Yideng looked up at him, and held the mouse in his arms: "No, I caught this mouse. Brother Yiku, if you want, you can catch one yourself."

The little monk pointed to the shade of the sycamore tree and said: "If you give me the mouse, I will change places with you from now on. I will bask in the sun outside, and you will chant sutras in the shade. What do you think?"