Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

Springs rinse stones and make jade-like sounds; pines sway and the moon sifts silver. Life in the mountains is peaceful, but Nan Xiang's heart, which has just experienced the world, is like a lake with a stone thrown into it, and it can never be calm again.

She set her sights on the little monk who was as cold and pure as the moon, and was like a vine that had found a big tree to cling to, and could no longer get rid of it.

Su Chen left the forest. Nan Xiang looked at his cold and thin back and followed him not far away.

After walking for a while, Nan Xiang found that Su Chen had stopped. She couldn't stop her feet and bumped into the young man's back.

Nan Xiang lowered her head and rubbed her nose subconsciously. Su Chen turned around and looked at Nan Xiang, his voice clear and gentle:

"Donor lady, be careful."

Nan Xiang uttered "Oh" softly, and suddenly realized that the young monk had discovered that she had been secretly following him.

She looked up at Su Chen's gentle yet indifferent eyes and smiled awkwardly.

Su Chen sighed, his eyes still calm: "Although the world is prosperous, people's hearts are treacherous. The female donor is not experienced in the world, so you'd better not follow me."

Nan Xiang heard Su Chen's rejection and felt a little sad, so she ran away.

Su Chen looked at the departing yellow leaf skirt and felt a little lost for some reason. He lowered his eyes, murmured "Amitabha" and continued on his way.

Nan Xiang actually didn't walk far. She sat on a tree and looked at Su Chen's back, feeling a little lost, but she quickly comforted herself.

The little monk refused her to follow him because he cared about him and was afraid that he would be in danger. It was really great.

After coaxing herself into submission, Nan Xiang followed.

Su Chen stopped, looked behind him, and sighed: "Female donor."

Nan Xiang lifted her invisibility and appeared in front of Su Chen:

"Little monk, I have thought about this for a long time. You have profound Buddhist knowledge and great strength. It is safest to stay with you."

Su Chen didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only sigh "Amitabha" and got up to continue on his way to his next destination - Zhuxi Town.

Nan Xiang didn't hear the monk's clear refusal, so he accepted it. He was in a very good mood, like a cheerful little bird, following him closely, chirping, with good reasons:

"Little monk, look how lonely you are! I know the way, I will protect you! Besides, I haven't seen how you exorcise demons! Broaden your horizons!"

Su Chen was helpless.

He tried to run fast, and she turned into a breeze and followed closely; he tried to teleport, and she was able to track him by sensing the grass and trees; he scolded her with a stern face, and she blinked her innocent eyes with golden halo and said aggrievedly:

"This road is not yours..."

In the end, Su Chen could only acquiesce to this little tail that he couldn't get rid of.

But deep in those calm eyes, there seemed to be a ripple of helplessness that he himself had not even noticed.

Zhuxi Town was shrouded in a cloud of gloom and misery.

The sign in the center of town was crowded with frightened people, talking about it.

Su Chen went forward to check, and Nan Xiang also squeezed in curiously.

The notice clearly stated: In the past month, seven young men have been killed in the town and several surrounding towns. Their deaths were tragic, with their hearts dug out alive! Rumor has it that there is a fox demon that specializes in digging out human hearts, causing panic among the people, who dare not go out at night.

"A heart-digging fox demon?"

Nan Xiang muttered quietly and subconsciously touched her chest.

She looked at Su Chen and saw that his brows were slightly furrowed, and a trace of compassion flashed across his cold eyes, but that compassion was like a mirage, floating on the surface and did not really touch the clarity and detachment deep in his eyes.

He seemed to be touched by the suffering in the world, but there seemed to be an invisible barrier between them. He felt compassion for all living beings, but did not truly take anyone into his heart.

"Little monk, this monster is so cruel!"

Nan Xiang tugged at Su Chen's sleeve with a barely perceptible hint of worry.

Su Chen nodded slightly, his voice calm:

"Evil spirits who harm people should be punished."

He still looks like a Buddhist who cares about all living things but is not tainted by the world.

At this moment, a haggard woman in luxurious clothes came hurriedly with her servants and cried to the yamen runner beside the notice board:

"Sir! My master...my master also...had his heart dug out by that monster last night!"

The visitor was none other than the wife of Mr. Xie, the richest man in Zhuxi Town.

Su Chen stepped forward and revealed his identity: "I am a disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect. I passed by this place and heard that there was an evil spirit causing trouble. I am willing to lend a helping hand to Madam to find out the real culprit and comfort the dead soul."

Mrs. Xie felt like she had grabbed a life-saving straw, and she cried and begged Su Chen to come to her house to check.