Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

After watching it like this all morning, the old man couldn't stand it anymore.

Show yourself, appear behind the monk.

The leaves on his head were swaying in the strong wind. He stabilized his hair and couldn't help but persuade.

Advise the monk to leave.

"Master, why do you think you're doing this?"

"Although the fox demon is a demon, she has been practicing for many years and has never taken a human life."

"Everyone says that my family is compassionate and wishes to save all sentient beings. The life of the fox demon is also a life. Do you think you can't be more generous and let her go this time?"

The monk stopped reciting Buddhist scriptures silently, but did not open his eyes.

Only Amitabha said, "A demon is a demon. Even if she doesn't harm people now, there is no guarantee that she won't hurt people one day in the future."

"What's more, the fox demon had hurt people a few years ago. When the poor monk refused to accept her, he had let her go."

"Now that the time has come, it's natural for her to hit the road."

"..."

He also has a donkey temper, the kind that makes no sense.

The old man from the land raised his head and looked at the sky to smooth things over.

"That's how it goes, Master."

"You see, the weather is not good. It will rain heavily soon. The fox demon is hiding here and can't escape anyway. Why don't you come back another day and go back to rest first?"

The monk didn't move.

He closed his eyes as if he didn't hear anything.

The old man from the land: "...Master?"

He took a step forward.

"Master, just rest. How about... go to my place for tea?"

Still not moving.

The old man from the land was on crutches and tugging at his clothes.

"Master, let's go."

"Come another day, come another day."

The monk finally opened his eyes.

"Land, the matter of the fox demon has nothing to do with you. Please—"

"Let's go! What nonsense are you talking about?"

In a rare moment of toughness, the old land man blew his beard and glared at him, then pulled him away.

"Buddha has a few days of rest. Look at you, why are you so ignorant of flexibility?"

The monk frowned coldly, "You--don't do anything!"

He pulled his cassock back.

The old land man continued to pull and drag him away.

"Let's go. It's raining. Let's go to my temple to have a cup of tea and rest."

"No! The fox demon must be captured today!"

The monk was being dragged while being tough.

Extremely rigid.

"If we don't take in that fox demon today, it will definitely be harmful in the future——"

"Let's go! So much nonsense."

The old man kept pulling him.

He was dragged away alive.

The two of them chatted and walked away.

Finally, a piece of silence was left for the gate.

In the distance, you can still hear the stiff voice of the monk.

Speak with certainty and uprightness.

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When the first drop of rain fell on the ground, the second drop soon followed.

Falling on the flat ground, the raindrops were crystal clear, bouncing up and falling again.

It soaked the yellow earth and made a small pit.

As the clouds gathered, the wind blew violently.

The withered yellow leaves blew down from the mountains and fell on the eaves with the strong wind.

Then, it quickly slipped away.

It was raining, and the town was full of voices calling children to go home.

Only the northernmost house was still quiet, without any sound.

There was only the sound of continuing to chop wood.

"Bang——"

"Clang——"

"Bang——"

"Clang——"

The chopped firewood was piled high.

Scary high.

The strong wind blew, but the closed door remained motionless.

The rain fell as big as soybeans, gradually, from drop to drop, to a crash.