I raised 100 villain brothers

Chapter 181 I Will Really Tempt Humans 9 ([-] in [-])

The corners of his eyes were slightly red, and he could only hear the senior brother next to him muttering softly: "Fanjing, after you leave Tianjie Temple, if you miss the abbot, senior uncle, and fellow seniors, please remember to come back."

Fan Jing withdrew his attention, looked at the young monk in front of him, and nodded slightly, but his face was unconsciously a little cold.

Leaving the Drum Tower, turned around and walked towards the Buddhist Temple.

He remembered the previous trip back to the monastery, and there was no sign of the little white fox in the house, so he couldn't help thinking for a moment.

It's you time.

Qiong Ling faded from thin red to gloomy.

When the cool wind blows, the old banyan tree in the Buddhist temple withers and leaves red and apricot.

The young man pushed open the door, and saw a group of small white shadows rushing towards his feet, and said softly: "Little monk brother, I went to the back mountain to pick delicious fruits, and I will never prostitute you for nothing again." .”

Fan Jing's eyes glanced at the few vermilion fruits on the lacquered wooden table, and then his eyes fell on its back.

Several strands of white hair were condensed into pieces by the mud, blood oozes from the knee of one front paw, and the whole body is covered with spots of stains. It is no longer as clean and beautiful as usual.

He couldn't help opening his lips and asked, "Why are you?"

The little fox followed the direction he was looking, and guessed what he was asking, it turned around and jumped on its own pillow, lay down and licked its paws, as if it was casually telling him.

"I jumped on the tree to pick the fruit, but I accidentally fell down. Fortunately, I landed in the small mire, not on the sharp rock, otherwise I would have come back alive."

After it finished speaking, it continued to comb the white hair on its body, and the way it lowered its head was particularly soft and childish.

Fan Jing walked towards it, and no longer thought it was dirty, he lifted it up with his body and pillow and put it on the table, turned around to get a silk handkerchief, walked back, and slowly wiped the dirt off it.

When he was wiping the little fox's face, it closed its eyes tightly and said softly: "If you like fruit, I will go to the back mountain to pick it for you every day, as long as you don't rush in the future."

"Do not talk."

The boy's clear and deep voice fell above its head, with a bit of regret, as if unwilling to agree to what it would say next.

The little fox was silent for a while, lying on the pillow and letting him wipe his body, muttering in his heart: It seems that tomorrow he will find a way to please Fan Jing
After muttering, she gradually fell asleep.

When waking up again.

She is lying under a tree.

The surrounding air is slightly cool, and there is a hint of bleakness in the wind. From time to time, the singing of birds passes over the ancient trees in the distance, and the woods can be seen.

She blinked, and found that she was near her cave, and the season at this moment was more like early winter.

Bailuo stood up from the ground covered with fallen leaves, and looked at several vermilion fruits lying under her feet.

The system reminded her: "More than a month has passed since the last time, and now is the day before the little villain will leave Tianjie Temple."

Hearing this, the little fox sat on the ground and recalled how she got along with the little monk Fanjing during the time acceleration.

In the past month, under her insistence on picking red fruits and following Fan Jing as a follower.

Fan Jing finally had a good look at her.

Sometimes he would suddenly stop and wait for her while he was walking; sometimes the official couple who were about to adopt him would send vegetarian snacks, and he would say, "I don't like sweet things."

So I gave her all the snacks.

After a month, the satisfaction level rose to 20%, and finally returned to the original progress.

But Fan Jing is leaving tomorrow, and Bai Luo is a little unsure whether he will take her fox away as well.

Thinking of this, she immediately put the fruit into the small square cloth she brought, and ran back to Tianjie Temple with the small cloth bag in her mouth.

"Little monk brother!"

The little white fox jumping on the eaves saw the silence in the Zen courtyard.

She guessed that the other monks in the courtyard were chanting scriptures in the Buddhist hall at the moment, so she spoke human words.

I saw that the door of Fanjing's meditation room was open.

And his slender figure just happened to slowly walk out of the mottled shadows created by the Fuguang and the old banyan tree.

Under the white face of the young man, there was the usual laziness in his eyes, and there was also a trace of incomprehensible emotion.

I heard a sweet voice coming from the eaves.

He raised his jaw slightly, his long eyes were illuminated by the supporting light, and there was a touch of amber-like warmth and clarity in the coldness.

Go under the eaves.

He called softly to the little white fox on the long blue and black eaves: "Come down."

The little fox walked deliberately on the eaves, and said coquettishly: "Then I jump down, brother little monk catches me?"

"." Fanjing seemed to be used to it.

He withdrew his gentle eyes, and when he turned around, the black pupils moved to the end of his eyes, and he glanced at it lightly, "It doesn't matter if you don't come down, I will take the chicken legs in the house to the back mountain to feed the wild mice."

"Oh, no!"

The little fox howled on the eaves.

It anxiously jumped down with the small cloth bag in its mouth, and the petite white shadow followed closely at his feet, pacing around him.

"Where are the chicken legs? You can only feed me!"

A smile appeared on Fan Jing's lips, he glanced at it, leaned over to pick up the small cloth bag it had left on the ground, put a few fruits inside on the lacquered wooden table, and turned to the small desk in the corner.

He picked up a ball wrapped in oiled paper.

As soon as the oil paper was opened, the little fox who jumped onto the table smelled a mouth-watering fragrance.

She lives in Tianjie Temple, and it is extremely difficult to get a bite of meat.

the last month.

Twice, she couldn't help jumping to Fanjing's pillow in the middle of the night, talking non-stop, begging him to take her to the back mountain to roast pheasants
At this moment, seeing that his white and slender hands were too lazy to take out the chicken leg and handed it to its mouth herself, she jumped to his feet, her claws climbed to his knee, and she raised her head to grab it.

After taking away the chicken legs.

Just as he was wagging his little tail and trying to find a comfortable place to lie on his stomach, he heard the rare soft voice of a young man behind him.

"I'm leaving Yanshan."

"."

The little fox froze instantly, waiting for his next sentence to say: Would you like to leave with me?

However, the meditation room was finally silent for a long while, so quiet that only the sound of fallen leaves being blown by the wind in the meditation courtyard could be heard.

The chicken leg held in the little fox's mouth fell to the ground.

It immediately turned around and threw itself into Fan Jing's arms, scratching the cassock on his chest vigorously with its small paws, and when its round and black pupils stared at him, tears welled up, and their eyes were clear and moist.

"I don't want you to go!"

Its voice is like a child who knows that he is about to be abandoned, panicked and afraid, and is nostalgic for the person in front of him.

Fanjing lowered his eyelashes, "."

He caught it with one hand to keep it from falling, and raised the other to cover its little furry head.

Ready to appease.

The little fox in his arms continued to howl: "You're gone, who else will scratch my stomach and roast pheasant for me?!"

"Little monk brother, if you really want to leave, then take me along with you, please!"

"I will eat very little in the future, even if I don't eat meat."

Fan Jing was slightly taken aback.

It never thought that his leaving would be so terrible to it, and it would make a little fox heartbroken.

He stared at it intently for a moment.

Gently open your thin lips, and patiently explain to it:
"The place I'm going to is not suitable for you to survive. If I don't watch you there, I'm not sure, you will be captured and kept as a plaything, or you will be skinned to make a fox fur."

"I'll be back often."

"." The little fox didn't know whether its hairs stood up or exploded. It jumped out of his arms, desperate and frustrated, and said softly to him:
"Hmph, if you don't want to take me away, don't! We will definitely meet again in the future!"

It didn't even look at the chicken leg that landed on the ground, it just turned its head and walked out of the meditation room.

"Stinky Fanjing! Stinky monk! Stinky bald head!"

"Big liar! Whores for nothing!"

"Dog! Trick my feelings!"

The little fox scolded while running, and the fluffy white shadow dyed with golden light in the sun gradually disappeared.

The young man stood in the silent Buddhist courtyard, speechless for a moment.

Watching it leave, he looked down at the chicken legs on the ground, and sighed softly in the cold wind.

"I don't even mind that you are a monster, why?"

The next day was a rare fine weather last winter.

Even though the morning sun was still behind the fog, a little golden light shone on the statues, plaques, and beams of the Tianjie Temple.

On the rolling stone steps at the foot of the mountain, there are countless believers and pilgrims.

The morning bell of the temple is rippling, and the humming sound lingers between the vast mountains and clouds.

A horse-drawn carriage came from the direction of the capital, and stopped at the foot of the Yanshan Mountain after penetrating the sound of the bell in the mountains.

On the bell tower.

A monk in white cassock looked at the foot of the mountain, turned around, and said to the little monk in gray cassock standing behind him:

"Fanjing, since you have no heart towards Buddha, if you can let go of the past when you return to the vulgarity this time, whether you enter the Shen Mansion, whether you study or practice martial arts, or enter an official career, as long as you don't cling to the past."

"In the future, marry a wife and start a family. Take good care of your family and do good deeds. The Buddha will protect you from worrying about this life."

The thin figure of the young monk turned his back to the misty mountains outside the bell tower, and the bright sun outside the building fell on the towers and thousands of mountains in the distance, outlining his figure into a dark silhouette.

He nodded slightly, his light profile was actually sharp.

Yin lips parted lightly and said: "Thank you, Uncle Ming Shi, for rescuing me from the ancestral temple. Xiao Si will never forget this kindness."

Ming Shi sighed faintly, "More than ten years ago, the Xiao family was also kind to me. I never thought that I would be framed by the clan."

Not just clans.
A trace of coldness flashed across the young man's face in the shadows, and he sneered lightly, but he didn't utter a word.

Dust floats in front of the light beams of the window sills.

There was no sound in the meditation room, only the ancient trees outside the Zen courtyard rustled in the wind, throwing away a few yellow leaves.

The boy stood in front of the door, looking at the eaves for a moment.

Immediately, he turned around and walked into the Zen room, packing up his luggage, which was nothing to carry.

Before leaving.

He made a quick turn as he left, and put a dilapidated "Tao Gui Jing" on the small desk into his bag.

He looked under the couch again.

The pillow originally brought by the little white fox was still there last night, but it disappeared after he left the meditation room.

Thinking of its figure running away angrily yesterday, he couldn't help chuckling, but bitterness and loneliness inexplicably spread in his heart.

"May you become a demon as soon as possible in the mountains, learn to catch pheasants and roast them yourself, and stop being so gullible."

"It's the first time I've met that child. You've never met a child of this age before. Don't scare others with that black face at Taipu Temple."

on the carriage.

The woman wrapped in a white fur cloak held a purple sand pot in her plain hand and made a cup of tea for a man in his thirties.

Shen Yan took the tea, thinking back to what her wife said just now.

After he took a sip of his tea, he tried his best to bend his lips on his usually serious face, but his smile was still very stiff.

Immediately, Mrs. Shen gave her a disgusted look.

"." Shen Yan took another sip of tea to hide her embarrassment.

He opened the curtain and glanced out the window, and saw that the carriage had stopped at the foot of Yanshan Mountain. He looked back at his wife, and couldn't help clasping his hands on his knees, hiding his nervousness and saying:

"The child will be admitted to the mansion in the future, and I will often handle official business in the Taipu Temple. I am afraid that I will have to trouble my wife to take care of him in the mansion. As for the mother, I will persuade her as soon as possible."

Mrs. Shen looked sleepy when she heard about the old lady, and she couldn't help teasing her husband who was kind to her.

"At the beginning, I didn't stop my mother from taking a concubine for you. It was because you refused to accept it, and even went to her old man's house to say that you don't want an heir. I finally came up with a compromise."

"But her old man is going to seek life and death again."

"Shen Yan, you took a concubine earlier and gave birth to a son with the concubine's bridal chamber, wouldn't everything be peaceful?"

Shen Yan's solemn face was reddish, she turned her gaze away from her, and said angrily, "You know who I'm for."

Outside the golden hall of Tianjie Temple.

The old monk in red cassock has kind eyebrows and kind eyes.

The highly respected man let Mrs. Shen meet, even though it was not the first time seeing him, she couldn't help feeling deeply that the other party's Buddhism was profound, and she couldn't help trying to think about what bad things she had done recently.

Mrs. Shen finally nodded to the old monk.

"Abbot Miao Kong."

"Mrs. Shen."

Miaokong raised one hand in front of his chest, and immediately smiled slightly, "The eunuch has gone to call Fanjing, please wait a moment."

Mrs. Shen, who was still teasing Shen Yan in the carriage, was unconsciously cautious for a moment, and couldn't help but take her husband's arm, and looked behind the old abbot.

Shen Yan was very calm, exchanged a few words with Abbot Miaokong, and heard footsteps soon after.

The couple looked away at the same time, and saw a tall monk leading a thin and handsome young monk coming.

Unlike Mrs. Shen who had already adapted to the little monk's face, this was the first time Shen Yan saw the child who was about to be taken back to the mansion by herself, and she couldn't help but look more, with the love of a new father in her eyes.

After bringing the little monk back to the carriage.

Facing the quiet and well-behaved him, the couple exchanged glances tacitly, but they didn't know how to speak.

Fan Jing, on the other hand, nodded lightly to them, with a gentle smile on his lips, "Master Shen, Mrs. Shen."

The couple nodded again and again, "Hey, okay."

The two then asked each other some unimportant words.

They didn't dare to let the children who had just left the monastery and looked like a Buddha in the world call themselves parents, so they had to maintain the same sense of acquaintance.

conversation room.

Both of them noticed that the young man always opened the curtain with his slender fingertips and looked towards the mountains and forests around Tianjie Temple.

"Don't be sad, if you miss Tianjie Temple in the future, you can come back to visit from time to time."

"Thank you, Mrs. Shen."

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