Queen of the Black Phoenix

Chapter 72 Pursuing All Beings
Tall bookshelves.

Lots and lots of books.

Intense ink fragrance.

Fresh paper fragrance.

mix together.

Between the two rows of bookshelves stood two children facing each other.

Average height.

One was a young monk with six round ring scars on his bare head.

One was a little girl with a flowering crocodile on her short hair.

"I know your secret, you know my secret, this is a secret between us, no one can tell it." Xiao Shenyou pointed to the eyes of the little monk and said.

The little monk nodded.

But still a little curious, he stretched out his hand and scratched his bald head, and said, "It hurts so much, why are you still so fat?"

Xiao Shenyou was a little upset when he heard the little monk say that he was fat.

But he still explained: "I can eat very well, eat a lot, and gain weight, my brother and aunt are happy."

"What's your name?" the little monk asked.

"My name is Shenyou, Deer Godyou. My brother said that I am a child blessed by the gods." Shenyou said and handed the little monk a nut.

"Eating this will make you smarter, what's your name?"

The little monk took it, put it in his mouth, and crunched it into pieces. It was not so sweet, but very fragrant, and the whole mouth was full of fragrance.

"My Dharma name is Seventeen, a lay name. My master didn't tell me, but your brother lied to you, and the gods won't bless people casually." The little monk said seriously.

Xiao Shenyou didn't like to hear people say that her brother lied to her.

She was even more unhappy.

"My brother won't lie to me."

She didn't want to talk to the little monk anymore, she only said a few words, and she was already unhappy many times.

What a nasty little monk.

When Xiao Shenyou saw that his brother asked people to do things, he would give things.

After thinking about it, she took out a small blue bead from her pocket and handed it to the little monk.

"This is for you, you have to keep it secret for me."

The little monk wanted to say that he would definitely not tell others, but he still took the beads.

"I will keep it a secret, and I won't tell my master, don't worry."

He wanted to find something for the fat girl in front of him.

I touched my body, and there seemed to be nothing, no food, no beads, no money.

It's just a chain around the neck with a red string.

He didn't want to take the fat girl's things for nothing.

Because this blue bead looks great.

He took off his red rope and handed it to her.

"this is for you."

Xiao Shenyou took it over and took a look, it was a green stone, icy cold.

It's still pretty.

She took it and put it around her neck.

But she is fatter than the little monk, and her head is also big. The rope is a bit short, and it gets tangled up on her face.

The little monk couldn't help laughing.

Reach out to help her put the rope down little by little.

touches her face.

hot.

The little monk had a weird feeling when he saw what he had originally worn on his body and put it on her.

Master didn't say what it is, so it shouldn't matter if you give it to someone else.

The little monk put his palms together and said goodbye to her.

Holding the small blue bead, he returned to Master.

Master is still reading.

Just changed one.

He also found a copy and looked at it seriously.

His expression was the same as his master's, as if he had settled down, his face was serious and soft.

The lighting in the bookstore is very good, with many tall wooden windows.

At this time, the sunlight came in through the wooden window, slantingly shining on the book and the person reading it.

The book printed on the paper exuding the fragrance of ink looks extraordinarily beautiful under the sunlight, and every word seems to be dancing.

The old monk looked fascinated.

The little monk reads very quickly. On the snow mountain, he is very tired when reading. He can’t even move the heavy bamboo slips. Every time he reads a book, he can’t wait to lie on the bamboo slips with his buttocks pouted to read, but when the master finds out, his ass will suffer. , the master does not allow you to be improper when reading.

Holding heavy bamboo slips in his tiny hands, reading for a day is more tiring than doing heavy work for a day.

Compared with the bamboo slips, the sheepskin scrolls are much lighter, but there will always be a strange smell when the sheepskin scrolls are opened.

That smell is very bad.

After reading the parchment all day, my mind will become dizzy.

Holding the book, I feel much better. The book is very light, and there is no strange smell. On the contrary, the smell is very good.

The little monk held the book and read it carefully.

But after watching for a while, he was distracted.

Because there was a little guy passing by.

Although he didn't look up and his eyes were on the book, he still felt it.

Because Xiao Yaji smells very good, um, it's that kind of delicious smell, probably there are too many delicious things in her small bag.

The little monk raised his head quietly, and sure enough, the little Tuya was not far from him.

She is not reading a book, but is holding a book on tiptoe.

She stretched her hand high, trying to take down the books on the shelf above.

But it was barely enough.

The little monk thought for a while, put down the book, and moved over again.

"I'll help you!"

Xiao Shenyou looked back and saw the little monk who was about the same height as him, a little unconvinced.

"You're not as tall as I am."

The little monk made gestures, as if he was about the same height as her, but there was a little cockroach on her head, and the little cockroach was taller than him.

If he could grow his hair too, he would be as tall as her.

The little monk was not angry, turned his head, and went to move a small table.

"Just stand up." The little monk said with a smile.

There is no child as old as Shenyou on the mountain. It was the first time I met a little monk who was about the same age. Little Shenyou felt very kind. Although this little monk always talked easily and made people unhappy, he did things very well. .

Little Shenyou stood on the small table, and the little monk worried that she would not be stable alone, so he also stood on it.

There are actually a bunch of beautiful picture books on it.

The little monk has seen picture books on the snow mountain, but those are scriptures.

There are long scriptures behind each picture, which he has to recite by heart.

The picture books in front of me seem to be some martial arts secret books.

Both the woman and the man on the cover are extremely good-looking.

However, the meaning of the cover is somewhat unclear, "Miss Scholar's 48 Styles", "72 Techniques in the Room", "Ten Moves of a General and a Lady"...

"Do you want to buy these books? Do you want to practice?"

"I don't practice qigong. I want to buy a book for my husband. My husband is very knowledgeable. He said he has read all the books. He probably likes to read picture books."

"Oh, you have a husband, I don't have a husband, but I have a master, many brothers, and uncles." The little monk said while taking out a picture book and flipping through it.

As a result, two naked people were seen fighting.

The little monk blushed, and immediately covered the book.

Seeing that Shenyou was about to turn the pages of the book, he stretched out his hand and pressed her hand in desperation.

The chubby fleshy hand was held down by him.

The little monk blushed.

"what happened?"

"I can't watch it, it's for cultivating evil skills, really, I won't lie to you." The little monk said seriously.

Xiao Shenyou frowned, she thought of buying it for her husband because she saw the reminder next to it, saying that underagers and minors are not allowed to watch.

Sir is an adult.

Looking at the serious eyes of the little monk, Xiao Shenyou nodded. Although she is usually a headache, she has one advantage, that is, she is very obedient.

Basically, if she thinks it is right, she is still willing to listen.

The little monk is so nervous, there must be something wrong.

"I'll help you find the book and send it to your husband."

The little monk came down first, and then stretched out his hand to support the little Shenyou.

Then the little monk moved the little boy to the other side, and unexpectedly saw the picture book of Shan Hai Jing.

The little monk wiped the small table with his loose monk robe, and sat side by side with little Shenyou to watch.

It was also the first time for the little monk to watch it, and he was very surprised.

The two were eating snacks while reading a book.

"I've seen this bird before." The little monk pointed to a big bird with a human face on the drawing book.

Xiao Shenyou said indifferently: "I've seen it before, what's so great, my family still has it, and I even beat it."

The little monk looked at Xiaojiu and nodded, but he didn't feel that Xiaojiu was bragging, because he just saw that Xiaojiu was much bigger than the holy bird Piying.

Time flows like water.

It's just that at this moment, the flow is very slow and serious.

"Seventeen, what do you want to be when you grow up?" Xiao Shenyou asked vaguely with an apricot in his mouth.

"I want to save all sentient beings." The little monk said solemnly.

"What is salvation of sentient beings?" Shenyou asked curiously.

"Well, it is to help sentient beings. What about you, what do you want to do when you grow up?"

"Then I'll grow up and be a living being!"

The little monk felt a little strange, but also thought it was perfect, so he nodded in agreement.

(End of this chapter)