Chapter 100 I would rather lose to Tathagata than to Qing 5
Sitting next to him, Qing Wu 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 gaze was too naked, so the other party lowered his eyes and looked at her with some confusion.
"Why does the donor look at the young monk like this?"
"You look good." Qingwu said confidently.
Xu Chen was a little stunned, but then he pursed his lips and smiled, gently and calmly: "It turns out that the donor likes my appearance."
"There are few people who don't love beautiful things."
After hearing this specious answer, he just shook his head, and then returned his gaze to the ginkgo tree.
He looked at the tree and she looked at him.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Xu Chen sat here quietly, as if he was meditating, as if he was in a deserted place.
There were only the two of them around, and it was so quiet that only the sound of the wind and the shadows of the trees were left.
Wouldn't he feel bored on days like this?
Qing Wu supported his head with one hand and faced the monk: "Xu Chen, I'm just sitting here and bored anyway, why don't I tell you a story?"
He nodded very good-naturedly, "Donor, please speak."
She searched for the anecdotes she had heard before, and then cleared her throat, "A long time ago, there was an untransformed fox. She accidentally fell into a hunter's trap and was injured..."
The girl's voice was very ethereal, like the sound made by the bell hanging under the eaves of the temple when it is swayed by the wind, clear and sweet.
"At this time, a young monk who came down the mountain to beg for alms happened to pass by. He rescued her compassionately and took her back to the temple to take good care of her. However, the fox was a demon, and staying in the temple would only make her weaker and weaker. , the little monk saw this and had to release her into the forest. ”
Speaking of this, she paused and looked at Xu Chen with a pair of bright eyes.
After a few seconds, there was no reaction from him.
Qingwu was a little helpless, "Why don't you ask me then?"
Xu Chen, who was sitting upright and listening, was slightly stunned, but then he followed her request and asked: "What next?"
Qing Wu glanced at him funny, suddenly feeling that this monk was a little cute. Bodhi in the space also listened quietly with bated breath. When he heard her stop, he asked quickly: "Then what?" 】
"The fox's injury healed quickly. She wanted to repay the little monk, so she wandered at the back door of the temple every day, looking at the monk in the temple from a distance. The monk discovered her, and from then on, one person and one demon met each other every day. They met at the back door. The monk only thought she was an ordinary fox, but the fox gradually fell in love with him as they got along day and night. After a few years, the fox finally transformed into a human form and went to see the monk happily. "
Qingwu paused again.
This time, without her having to say anything, Xu Chen naturally asked: "What happens next?"
Qingwu held his chin with both hands and looked lightly.
"The fox was innocent and expressed her love to the monk boldly and straightforwardly. But the monk devoted himself to practicing Buddhism and rejected her. The fox was very sad, but still refused to give up. She went to the back door to wait for him every day, but the monk never came again. I saw her. Finally she was discovered by the abbot of the temple, who beat the fox to death while the monk was away."
Bodhi: […]
Beaten to death…dead….
The owner is really simple and rude!
After telling this story, Qing Wu turned to look at Xu Chen, "This is the end of that fox."
Xu Chen was silent for a while, then he picked up a ginkgo leaf that had fallen on the table with his long, jade-like fingers, and said in a calm voice: "My Buddha is compassionate."
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 think there’s nothing on top of your head. You’re too monkish. I’ll help you add some forgiveness.
Xuchen: A poor monk can recite a kind of sutra...
Tang: The monk is reciting sutras, but he doesn’t listen. (Picks up the storybook) Well, I think this person is pretty good, and that person is also handsome...
Xu Chen: (Smiling and kindly) Sutra of Rebirth.
Tang:......
Hello, monk, goodbye, monk! (It’s a 100-meter sprint to pick up your own plot notebook!)
(End of chapter)