Chapter 101 I would rather lose to Tathagata than to Qing 6
Qingwu raised his lips: "Are you merciful? But the abbot committed a killing. The fox did not harm anyone, but in the eyes of the world, if he is not of my race, his heart must be different, like an ineradicable prejudice. Even many Buddhists The same is true for people.”
"All living beings are equal."
"Really?" Qingwu was noncommittal.
Xu Chen's thin lips parted slightly, and he was about to speak, but was interrupted by her raising her hand.
"Stop it, I don't want to listen to a bunch of Buddhist words."
The monk's head hurt when he chanted sutras.
After pondering for a while, she asked him: "Well, what do you think would happen to you if you were that little monk and the fox died?"
Xu Chen was silent for a while, put down the leaves in his hand, shook his head gently, "I don't know, little monk."
In fact, I feel nothing in my heart.
Qing Wu curled his lips, "Yes, it would be strange if you knew."
He is a Buddhist who puts aside love, hate, anger and delusion, and pays attention to the purity of the six roots. He knows nothing about emotions at all.
Everyone says that monsters have different paths.
The love stories between humans and monsters in ancient strange stories all end in tragedy.
She didn't care what the world thought, but she and Xu Chen, one wanted to cultivate immortality and the other wanted to become a Buddha, they were destined to have no connection.
So, we can only be friends this time.
As a friend... there should be no problem, right?
"Void dust."
Qingwu called his name.
He raised his eyes and looked at her calmly.
"You should know, right? I am a tree demon."
Xu Chen was a little stunned by her frank confession, but then he hummed, "I have a guess." Qingwu pointed to the golden and dazzling ginkgo tree, "Well, that's my true body."
He looked at the ginkgo tree indifferently, then withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyelids, and gently twirled the beads on his wrist, appearing a little quiet.
Qing Wu didn't say anything, just looked at him with his chin propped up.
"Why did the donor suddenly tell the poor monk his identity?" After a while, the beautiful young monk asked.
Demons are evil, Buddhas are righteous, and good and evil are never mutually exclusive.
He thought that she was just a little demon who had just taken shape in cultivation. She was ignorant and unprepared for others, so she showed her clues in front of him.
As soon as this question came out, a faint sadness filled the girl's eyebrows.
"Well, I've been practicing here for five hundred years, and no one can talk to me. It's really boring." She got straight to the point, "So I want to be friends with you, so that I have someone to talk to."
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Facing those black and white eyes, fearing that he wouldn't believe it, she held up three fingers with a sincere look on her face.
"I swear, I really want to be friends with you. Although I am a demon, I am a good demon with good roots! I have never harmed anyone."
After a pause, Qingwu stretched out his claws and grabbed one of his sleeves, and added: "I won't cause you any trouble, so don't expose my identity in front of others."< br>
Xu Chen pursed his thin lips slightly.
Looking at her pitiful and expectant eyes, he was speechless for a moment.
Seeing that he didn't answer, the girl moved closer, with obvious disappointment in her eyes, "Don't you agree?"
In response to her careful and delicate inquiry, which was probably out of the compassion of a monk, Xu Chen's words that he was about to refuse stopped at his lips. After sighing softly, he raised his sleeves and stood up slowly, bending slightly and bowing.
"This is the donor's residence. The donor can do as he pleases."
This ginkgo tree has been taking root here for five hundred years and receiving incense.
If she doesn't harm anyone, he has no right to interfere.
(End of chapter)