Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Su Chen stared at it with deep and gentle eyes.

It revealed nothing, and he said nothing more.

Just smiled, picked it up, and kissed it.

I don't even dislike its saliva.

His attitude towards it is not like a pet, but rather like it has abnormal feelings.

Unable to tell, unclear.

The fox looked at him quietly.

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The next day.

In the early morning, the sun gradually rose.

The radiant light hung on the side of the mountain range early on.

The golden light shines slantingly, and mist rises in the mountains.

In the quiet woods, birds chirped and butterflies danced.

The morning dew hung quietly on the grass blades under the trees, gathering into large drops little by little.

Sliding down along the leaf veins.

The drops fell into the ground.

Silent and silent.

At this time, a foot came from nowhere and stepped on it.

Immediately, a shallow footprint fell.

The bird was frightened and flew up.

under the tree.

Sandalwood lingers, and the cassock is old.

The monk wearing simple cloth shoes appeared in the woods in such good weather.

Holding a Buddhist bead, his face was square and solemn.

The thick black eyebrows passed through the trees.

Like a ghost, it comes and goes without a trace.

Come without warning and walk across the land full of fallen leaves.

Follow the mountain road, all the way down.

It seemed like he was going somewhere.

Walking in a hurry.

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The mountain road is narrow, steep and uneven.

The forest beside the road is dense and overgrown with weeds.

It was morning, and the sun on the mountainside was not yet hot.

The wind in the forest is refreshing and refreshing, carrying the unique smell of grass in the early morning.

The temperature is cool and comfortable.

The hunters in the town who specialize in hunting go up the mountain along this path.

Carrying arrows and swords on their backs, they laughed and joked with each other.

Talking about various romantic affairs in the town recently, commenting on the taste of a certain widow's skirt.

Everyone was smiling and talking while walking up the mountain.

Disturbing the tranquility of the entire mountain forest.

The monk goes down the mountain and the hunter goes up the mountain.

The two groups soon collided.

On the narrow road, just opposite.

"Yo! What a rarity, he's a monk."

It was rare for the hunters to see a monk, which was quite novel.

"Monk, where are you going?"

The monk in a simple cassock had a solemn face and said nothing.

Just holding the prayer beads in his hands, he walked past them.

Walking in a hurry.

The hunters were so coldly treated that they felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

"Oh...this monk has a pretty bad temper."

They carried arrows and murmured.

"That's not true. He has such a bad temper. If I were Buddha, I would definitely not accept him."

A few of them were stuck in the middle of the path, feeling bored.

Just as he was about to leave, the monk suddenly stopped.

It seemed that he was thinking of something.

Several hunters were walking, and his voice came from behind them.

Calm and robust.

"Several donors, please stay."

The hunters heard the sound and turned their heads.

"What?"

I saw the monk, with his hands clasped together, giving a slight salute to them.

The attitude is pretty good.

"I have taken the liberty of asking you something."

"I wonder how many donors can kindly answer this question?"

Several tall and thick hunters looked at each other.

I always feel like I’m coming from a bad person.

Especially his attitude just now.

It’s really hard to like.

None of the hunters spoke. Only one of them spoke, which was quite polite.

"Master, please speak."

The monk lowered his head slightly and clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha, thank you all the donors."