The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

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the next day,

Fu Sheng, who was awarded the status of a small pet, started a whole day of chanting life with Kong Jue early on.

A monk's day is actually very simple,

Do morning classes in the morning and recite the Heart Sutra;

When sitting in meditation in the afternoon, when the time comes, you will be asked to do evening classes.

Kong Jue's situation is special, and he is a direct disciple of Abbot Bodhidharma, so he can move relatively freely.

But in general, his main activities in a day are just reading Braille and reciting the Heart Sutra.

At the beginning, Fusheng also wanted to follow along with the Buddhist scriptures,

But she looked at it seriously for a while, and the drowsiness came to her head like a flood,

endured for a while,

She couldn't hold on any longer, so she yawned leisurely, and silently nestled in Kong Jue's arms to sleep,

Sleeping until she wakes up naturally, there will be delicious roast chicken appearing in front of her,

It was a pleasant day.

only,

As the days go by,

Roast chicken was big and big, and the supply kept coming,

This made Fu Sheng more and more suspicious.

she wants to know,

How on earth did the pieces get the roast chicken?

Does he...have so much money to buy it?

[Miss sister, it doesn't have to be bought~ It's possible...was it someone else who gave it to him? 】

The group guessed.

Fu Sheng was speechless, "...send roast chicken to the monk? Are you serious?"

【……this……】

Tuanzi was at a loss for words.

[Isn't that because, do you want to eat? 】

"That's why I'm worried about him..."

Fusheng was worried while holding the big roast chicken and chewing on it.

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This afternoon,

It's lunch time again.

Little monk Daoqing came to deliver food to Kong Jue as usual.

Before leaving,

He glanced at Fusheng hesitantly, and said nervously to the man with a calm face,

"Kong...Uncle Kongjue, the abbot grandpa wants to talk to you..."

About little foxes.

In the last half of the sentence, Dao Qing looked at the beautiful snow-colored hair ball, and silently swallowed it,

"He said, let you go to him now."

"...Squeak?" Fusheng blinked her eyes, tilted her head,

She looked up at Kong Jue, flicked her big tail, and was about to consciously get out of his arms.

But the man held her soft belly and hugged her,

He raised his eyes, under the long dark eyelashes, the empty eyeballs were faint, with a calm expression,

"I see, thank you."

"...It's okay, uncle, you don't have to be polite."

Dao Qing finished the task, heaved a sigh of relief, and left with ease.

Fusheng's paws were hanging in the air, leaning against the man's arms.

His big palm was placed on her chest, although there was nothing there, it still made Fusheng blush inexplicably.

Fortunately, there is hair on the face, so nothing can be seen.

"...Squeak~"

you should go~

Fusheng called out softly, staring at him with wet eyes,

The big tail curled around his wrist habitually.

The man curled his lips and touched her head, got up slowly, carried her back to the house,

He put her on the bed with a soft voice,

"Little raccoon, stay here and don't run around, I'll be back soon."

"...Zhiwu~" Got it~

Fusheng stepped on the small pad, and stood on the soft quilt to answer him.

empty eyes,

I don't know what came to mind,

His calm face suddenly turned red with embarrassment,

He was silent for a while, then leaned down slightly, and approached Fusheng with his pretty face, as if he was about to say something.

Fu Sheng was taken aback for a moment, obediently waiting for him to speak.