Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

If you have read this far, you can skip this world. The author is currently revising the plot. Sorry, this world should be considered be, so be careful.

Thousands of houses are dark or day, and only a few green mountains have not yet awakened.

Jiang Qing couldn't remember what happened to him last. When dizziness came with the sound, the whole world was distorted in that instant.

Why is she here?

The wound in her abdomen made her reach out to cover the painful part. What she saw was lush greenery, with brown and black branches tangled and twisted, mist lingering on the mottled bark, and the faint sound of birds singing could be heard from the depths of the woods.

Jiang Qing's ears moved slightly, and the wound on his abdomen felt like a piece of plush.

She's... a little animal?

She didn't remember anything, she just vaguely knew that she didn't belong here.

Jiang Qing tried to use her limbs to stand up from the bushes, but the movement pulled her wounds and caused her to collapse to the ground again.

There was a crisp sound of a branch breaking not far away, causing Jiang Qing's ears to jump uncontrollably.

A pair of gray straw shoes slowly came towards her.

Jiang Qing tried to lift his furry head upwards, but it was in vain.

She only felt her body being gently lifted up, and then she looked into the eyes of the person who came.

The man in front of her had a clear vermilion fire pattern between his eyebrows. He was very handsome, with three-dimensional facial features that made him look like a god. His amber peach eyes were deep under his thick eyebrows, and his thin lips were a slightly darker color. The palm of his hand that was stroking Jiang Qing's head was wrapped around a string of Buddhist beads.

"——You were accidentally harmed by others. You are destined to be with my Buddha. Today, you saved the Nine-Tailed Clan. Everything is caused by fate."

The man's voice was deep and gave people a sense of stability. After he finished speaking, he put two fingers together and drew a rune on Jiang Qing's head. Jiang Qing immediately felt physically and mentally relaxed, and the pain in his wound was relieved.

Then, the man took out the cloth bag hanging from his waist, untied the tie, and Jiang Qing was sucked in.

Duan Zhuoyan was wearing a dark blue robe, with clear scars on his head. He formed seals with his hands again and left in the direction of the light.

Jiang Qing could not feel the swaying of the Buddhist cloth bag as he walked, and he was alone in the darkness thinking about his current situation.

So she is a nine-tailed fox demon, why is she here? Why did she meet this monk?

Jiang Qing fell into darkness with doubts.

When she woke up again, she could hear the faint sound of campfire beside her, and her ears trembled uncontrollably when she heard the noise.

Duan Zhuoyan found a cave that was sheltered from the wind and rain, and was meditating with his eyes closed, unaware that she had woken up.

But Jiang Qing knew that this monk must be someone who could exorcise demons. The pure power of the Buddhist beads in his hand attracted her to come forward. However, if she approached without Duan Zhuoyan's permission, she would surely be seriously injured by the beads.

Jiang Qing didn't know why Duan Zhuoyan saved her. The bleeding of her wounds had stopped after being healed. She just needed to find a quiet place to practice for a few days and she would be able to recover.

So she propped herself up on all fours and walked quietly, trying to leave the cave.

"you're awake."

Duan Zhuoyan opened his eyes without knowing when, and looked at the little fox clinging to the corner and trying to escape without any emotion.

The snow-white hair was stained with a few strands of blood, and the bloody wound on the belly could be vaguely seen.

She has not yet transformed and still only has one tail.

The nine-tailed white fox is close to being an immortal. Perhaps it is because the ancient fox tribe failed in their cultivation and eventually turned into a demon.

Ordinary nine-tailed fox cubs should also have three tails, but for some reason Jiang Qing only has one.

Those two furry ears would tremble when they heard any sound, unlike the other nine-tailed white foxes which were so calm.

Duan Zhuoyan had told fortunes for her after releasing the little fox.

He couldn't see her life.

At that moment his memories were stretched out, the scenery around him changed at the speed of light and finally pulled him back to the temple with fallen leaves.

Duan Zhuoyan, wearing Buddhist robes, stepped over the dark red threshold. There were fallen leaves scattered on the ground under the Bodhi tree in front of the corridor. He walked up the neatly arranged green steps and entered the hall where the Buddha statue was enshrined.

Master Amoghavajra personally pressed the ordination mark on him, but said that he came to this life only for one person, and the cause and effect fate would still exist.

He asked who this person was, and Master Bukong only left one word - empty.

Duan Zhuoyan recalled his memory, his light-colored eyes moved towards the campfire, the firelight reflected in his pupils.

"If you want to stay, I can enlighten you."

Jiang Qing didn't know that the monk in front of him was the dreaded Buddha killer in the martial arts world, who was fond of slaying demons and eliminating evil. When he heard this, his ears twitched.

Can she trust him?

Now it will probably take Jiang Qing hundreds or thousands of years to transform. If he has someone with the guidance of a master, he will surely be able to transform as soon as possible.

She is a human being, and she is not used to being a four-legged animal.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qing's small body, which was clinging to the edge of the wall, slowly moved towards Duan Zhuoyan who was sitting by the campfire.

The dark fox eyes stared straight at the man in the dark blue monk's robe in front of it. Although it was a very alert fox, it trusted a monk so easily at this moment.

Maybe they want to fatten her up before killing her?

Jiang Qing paused again as he was about to step forward. Duan Zhuoyan just quietly looked at the little fox whose psychological activities were extremely rich. He didn't know what she was thinking, but it was probably not something happy.

At least the two furry ears drooped down in an instant.

But soon, Jiang Qing walked towards him again, lying on his left side, curled up on the vines in the cave, the campfire shining her white fur orange-red.

Duan Zhuoyan felt a slight itch on his fingertips, frowned slightly, closed his eyes and recited a meditation mantra.

How can a Buddhist be misled by these appearances?

Jiang Qing was put back into the cloth bag by Duan Zhuoyan again while she was sleeping.

She didn't know the monk's name, but fortunately he had no intention of killing her, and she could get some benefits by staying with him.

It’s not too late to leave after she transforms.

Duan Zhuoyan walked down the mountain from the mountain temple. When he passed by the place where Jiang Qing was, he felt a faint demonic aura, so he entered the dense forest to look for him.

He was slightly surprised when he saw the injured nine-tailed white fox. This green mountain has people walking around all year round, and it is very popular. Most of them come to the temple to burn incense. The nine-tailed white fox clan does not like to be close to people. People like Jiang Qing who were injured and hid in the dense forest may want to improve their cultivation by absorbing human popularity, but they were seriously injured by cultivators or something else.

If it were the usual Duan Zhuoyan, he would have probably dealt with Jiang Qing, the little white fox, but he sensed the bloodline of the nine-tailed fox clan.

A hundred years ago, the nine-tailed white fox clan and the red fox clan were in opposition, and the infighting among the fox demons made the nine-tailed fox almost extinct in the mortal world.

No one knew where Jiang Qing came from. Apart from her, there was no sign of other foxes in the green mountains and fields. So Duan Zhuoyan silently recited Buddhist words in his heart and picked up Jiang Qing.

Duan Zhuoyan walked all the way to the foot of the mountain, but was stopped by someone.

A powerful sound of horse hooves fell into Duan Zhuoyan's ears. A fine red-maned horse pulled a carriage made of golden nanmu ebony. Before the curtain inside the carriage was lifted, a joking male voice was heard from inside: "Master Chanxin came down from the mountain to slay demons and monsters for the people. I admire him very much. Empress Sun specially asked me to take Master Chanxin back to the palace for a chat."

Duan Zhuoyan just subconsciously touched the cloth bag around his waist. His simple monk's robe and cloth shoes were out of place with the exquisite carriage in front of him.

His amber pupils fell on the horse's deep black eyes, and his figure was reflected in the horse's eyes.

Duan Zhuoyan replied solemnly, "The Zen mind accepts the command."