The whole world is pampering me how to break [Quick Transmigration]

The little monk looked at the empty quilt with a wry smile, the original thousands of words were stuck in his throat, and there seemed to be the breath of a little fox in the air, his body was leaning weakly on the bed, but his eyes were staring blankly at a certain direction, He really can't let go of this warmth, but Master's expectation...

His head seemed to be entangled repeatedly like two strands of silk thread, which made him exhausted physically and mentally.

"Master, did you hear everything?" The elder brother tremblingly looked at the master standing in front of him with a dignified expression. Hey, who knew that he ran into the master just after he came out of the junior brother's room.

"Yes, I heard." The abbot nodded without lying.

Hearing this, Eldest Senior Brother wished to gag his mouth, let you talk too much, let you talk too much!But he still wanted to inquire about Master's thoughts, "Master, what should we do now?"

"As a teacher, you will decide." The abbot glanced at the big apprentice lightly.

"The apprentice will go down first." It seems that there is no news from the master, so the elder brother resigned resentfully.

"Senior brother, have you made your decision?" Ji Yao asked softly, looking at the senior brother who was sitting on the futon and knocking on the wooden fish with his eyes closed.

The abbot slowly opened his eyes, "He, the world of mortals is still alive." A faint sigh slowly dissipated in the air.

No one knew what happened in the little monk's room that day, only the little monk's uncontrollable cries were heard, the elder brother stood not far from the room for a long time, then slowly left.

After recovering from illness, the little monk packed up his luggage and stood for a long time under the evergreen linden tree in front of Banruo Temple. Finally, he walked down the mountain along the steps paved with bluestone slabs. It disappeared from his field of vision. Since then, there is no more monk named Huijing in the temple, but there is one more layman in the mortal world.

In the summer forest, the scorching sun was blocked by the dense shade of the trees. The petite teenagers lazily rested on the legs of the teenagers leaning on the tree trunks. Their bodies were full of greenery. On the soft grass, the young boy tugged on the sleeve of the other party coquettishly, "Little persimmon, little persimmon, can you tell Yueyue a story?"

The boy's face turned red, and when he met the other party's bright eyes, he would not refuse, and he replied bravely, "Okay."

The young man raised his eyes and looked in a certain direction, his voice was clear and clear, like a clear spring in the mountains, "Once upon a time there was an old monk who was always patronized by thieves..." His voice became more and more clear in the silent mountain forest, amidst the chirping of cicadas and birds. clear up.

"This is the famous story of the Three Refugees in the Buddhist scriptures." The young man said slowly, looking down, the little guy lying on his lap fell asleep at some point. Taking refuge in the Dharma, taking refuge in the Sangha, I have never done it in this life..." He only took refuge in the initial warmth in his heart.

The boy still didn't know what kind of liking the little fox had for him, until they stood in front of the famous marriage tree in the city on Qixi Festival. When it was on the ground, the boy walked forward slowly, and was about to tie it to the tree again, when he suddenly found the familiar name and the serious handwriting of the owner, although it was crooked, "Little Persimmon and Yueyue will be together forever."

Pointing to his fingers, the little boy blushed and said, "It was tied up on the Qixi Festival of that year. I heard that it is very effective..." He was going to go back to sleep that day, but everyone said that the marriage tree he found by accident was very good. Spiritual, he went back and tied a red cloth strip.

"Hey, little persimmon..." The little boy looked at the boy who suddenly hugged him into his arms in a daze, his whole face was buried in the other's arms, "Little persimmon, are you not angry?"

The boy sniffed and said in a muffled voice, "No."

"Actually, in fact, Yueyue has tied up a lot, every year... It seems that it is really clever, little persimmon is very happy that Yueyue is really together forever..." The young boy's tone was full of love. A hint of mischief and excitement.

"Well, it's very clever. Let's tie it up every year from now on, shall we?" The boy let go of the little guy in his arms.

"Okay! Hey, little persimmon, why are your eyes so red?"

"Huh? Maybe the color of the fabric has faded." Little Persimmon shook the yellowed strip of cloth in his hand.

"It seems that we must get better fabrics!" The young boy looked at the opponent's hand with regretful eyes.

"Well, good." The boy replied gently.

The author has something to say: This chapter can be said to be very short...

There is a fan song of Buddha Show in Jian Wang San, which once tortured me to the point where I couldn't do it, but my little monk finally converted to his little fox and was satisfied.