There is a demon who pleases you

Fu He hoped that under his influence the little monk would be able to get out of the mud without being stained, but it turned out to be the opposite. The younger the monk grew, he became more stupefied, and he knew all about Fu He's tricks, no matter how much he teased him, he would not respond.

Fu He poked the little monk dissatisfied and gradually got rid of his childish face, the greenness faded, and the round chin began to have clear lines.

Facts have proved that human children always mature faster than demons.

"You've spent more time listening to the old monk chanting mantras than playing with me." Fu He complained.

"It's not chanting mantras, it's talking about Zen."

Huize pressed down the scratched paw, and hugged the little fox into his arms to prevent him from making further troubles.

"I haven't finished my homework today, don't make trouble."

"What's so interesting about schoolwork?" Fu He broke free from Huize's arms and jumped onto the scriptures, "Is there anything interesting about me?"

Huize smiled and stroked Fu He's soft down: "Of course it's not as good as you."

"Then you still watch." Fu Heliao said Huize was an idiot.

Hui Ze shook his head and said, "The homework must be completed on time every day, otherwise it will be more and more delayed."

"Let others..." Fu He blurted out.

"Huh?" Huize narrowed his eyes.

Fu He consciously kept silent.

Fu He still remembers watching Huize sweeping the floor once before, and asked Huize to leave it to others.Huize said that he had to do his own work, but just as Fu He finished talking about his own work, others would do it when he had an extra broom in his hand.Fu Hezheng was surprised, but he saw Huize raised his head, his brows and eyes were crooked with a smile, and he imitated him in a childlike voice.

"What you say, others do what you do."

Ami, you have a big bald head.

Huize looks innocent, and he learns to be bad faster than the monster Fu He.

If Fu He said to ask others to do it again, Hui Zewan would push him the scriptures, then he would really go to the west to see the Buddha.

Fu He shook his tail, jumped to the window sill, and rushed out.

If Huize doesn't play with him, won't he know how to have fun himself?

Fu He rolled his eyes, scratched his paws under the shade of the tree, and made a tactic with great effort. In an instant, he transformed into the appearance of an old monk, stroked his long beard, and stepped into the house again.

"You are fine today, you worked hard, let's rest first."

Huize looked at Fuhe and then at the sky.

"Master, there are still many things I don't understand."

Fu He glanced at Huize's densely written books filled with teeny boys, and the old god said, "It's not time yet, but you will understand when the time comes."

Huize said again: "Master, it's not past noon, is it too early for a rest?"

Fu He said: "It's not early, it's not early, it's time for lunch."

Huize had a smile in his eyes: "Master, there is no need to worry, I have already eaten."

Fu He's eyes widened: "What, you dare to steal food behind my back!" After speaking, he quickly covered his mouth.

Huize pretended to turn his face sideways: "Hey, what did you say, Master?"

Fu He stuck out his tongue, solved the spell, and changed back to his own appearance.

"Okay, you're kidding me."

"I'm wronged," Hui Ze said, "You're the one who tricked me."

Fu He squatted down, lay on Huize's table, and raised his chin.

"It's so boring, why don't you just play with me."

Huize reached out and touched the tip of Fu He's nose.

Fu He was waiting to be happy when he heard Huize say no.

"Hmph, homework, homework, homework all day long, it's rare that I find time to play with you!" Fu He said with a downcast face.

"You've been playing all day, right?" Huize's tone sounded quite helpless.

"You don't know my hard work!"

Fu He groaned and bit Huize's hand, leaving a shallow tooth mark, then turned and ran out.

Sure enough, the temple couldn't raise good people, and Hui Ze chanted scriptures with a straight face every day, becoming more and more like an annoying old monk.

Fu He was so angry that he sneaked into the world to see how those brothel girls made the nerds who only know how to drop their bookbags red-faced and embarrassed.

After observing carefully all night, Fu He silently figured out their words and deeds in his heart, and he thought he understood clearly, so he returned to the mountain proudly.

He is much stronger than human beings, can a young monk still be unable to handle it?

Huize's room was burning with Zen incense, and Fu He was waiting for Huize here. When he saw Huize entering the door, he fixed Huize's figure, and then took off his clothes one by one under his astonished gaze.

"I……"

Fu He snuggled up to Huize's body and breathed lightly into the base of his ear, watching it slowly turn red.

"Let's do something fun."

Huize's forehead was sweating, and he said coldly: "If you keep messing around like this, don't blame me for being rude."

"I want you to be gentle."

Fu He raised the corner of his mouth, and bit Huize's ear hard. Hearing that Huize's breathing was stagnant, before he had time to get complacent, he suddenly had a splitting headache, and rolled on the ground wishing he could cut his head off.

The sound of mantras kept coming from his ears, Fu He barely breathed out, opened his eyes, but seeing Huize chanting the mantra with a face full of diamonds, he suddenly realized that Huize was no longer the little Douding who could let him keep his mouth shut at will.

Human growth is so rapid.

Stealing chickens is not enough to lose rice, and then Fu He patted Huize's hand that pulled him up, and rushed out of the window angrily, making up his mind to ignore Huize for three days, no, five days.

However, after wandering around in the mountains for a long time, Fu He couldn't help but turn back and take a stealth shot, and sat by the window to watch Huize sitting on the Buddha and chanting scriptures.In the deep mountain temple, the most interesting thing is the little monk.

In the evening, Fu Hedu sneaked into Huize's room again. Huize was meditating. When he heard the strange movement and knew who was coming, he opened his hands.

Fu He skillfully fell on Huize's lap and asked Huize to massage the top of his head.

"Don't be naughty next time." Huize said.

He is not naughty, Fu He just can't understand Huize's old-fashioned appearance.

"You are going to become an old monk from a young monk."

"Everyone grows old."

Fu He put his head on Huize's stomach, and said in a muffled voice, "Why don't you accept me."

Hui Ze paused: "Do you know what will happen to the demon if it is taken away?"

Fu Heman said indifferently: "What will happen? At worst, you will have your bones pulled out and you will eat the inner alchemy." Anyway, as a demon, nine out of ten will end up like this. It is not too bad for him to die at the hands of Huize deficit.

Huize touched Fu He's head, and after a while, he let out a long sigh.

"Stupid demon."

After one failure, Fu He didn't bother to make trouble anymore, and he failed to moleste him, watching Hui Ze eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha every day, so it passed for a long time.

In the quiet night, Fu He would occasionally miss the little monk who was still walking wobbly.At that time, Fu He lied to Hui Ze that he could learn the unique martial arts skills of flying over eaves and walls after ten hours of horse gait under the scorching sun.

Right now, Fu He was lying lazily on the tree to bask in the sun, and a stone fell on his head.

"Don't go to sleep, let the master see it later, it will be better for you."

Huize raised his hand and tugged at the hem of Fu He's fallen clothes.

Fu He glanced at Huize indifferently: "I'm afraid the old monk won't succeed?"

"Don't be afraid, I'm afraid." Huize urged, "Come down quickly."

Fu He stuck out his tongue at Huize: "Coward." Then he turned over and fell lightly to the ground.

Huize reached out to pick up the fallen leaves from Fu He's hair, clenched his palms tightly, with a faint smile on his lips.

"And said it wasn't a cat."

Fu He frowned: "You are questioning my noble blood!"

"It's my fault. I'm ignorant, ignorant and ignorant."

Huize took Fu He up with the other hand, and wrapped Fu He's hand full with his callused hand.

Fu He followed behind Huize, looking at Huize's back that has been raised continuously in recent years, he couldn't help feeling again that the growth of a human is like a flick of a finger for a demon.

"If you die, I will be very sad." Fu He said with a bitter face.

Huize couldn't laugh or cry: "Is it too early to talk about my death now?"

"Not too early, not too early," Fu He said sadly, "Decades are pretty fast."

Hui Ze was full of helplessness: "You..."

Fu He secretly thought, if Huize doesn't want to die, he will give Huize the inner alchemy, let alone make the little monk live hundreds of years longer.

After thinking about it, Fu He was immediately satisfied, scratched Huize's palm, and said to himself, "I am so kind to you, there are not many kind-hearted elves like me."

Hui Ze said: "It's true that there are not many goblins as stupid as you."

Huize always seems to like to be called Fuhe Silly Monster when he grows up.

After hearing this, Fu He was going to bite Huize's hand, and then sadly found that Huize's skin was thick and fleshy, and he couldn't bite.

The next day, Fu He leaned against a tree to bask in the sun bored as usual, but heard the little monk under the tree say that the next abbot would be Huize.

Fu He's heart was startled, the secret way is not good, isn't the abbot going to be old and scumbag.Besides, the abbot is the worst of the old monks.

Anxiously waiting until the end of get out of class at night, Fu He hurried to Huize's desk.

"I heard that you want to be the abbot?"

Hui Ze flipped through the scriptures and asked without raising his head, "Who did you listen to?"

"Anyway, I just heard people say it," Fu He pulled away Huize's book and persuaded, "You must not be the abbot. If you become the abbot, you will really be helpless. I can't save you, so I can only watch. You become an old log."

Huize said, "I can't be the abbot."

"Why?" Fu He asked.

"Because I am ashamed of the Buddha," Huize looked at Fuhe, "and I am ashamed of you."

Fu He didn't know when Huize was ashamed of the Buddha, but he knew that Huize was ashamed of him, so he immediately stroked his palm.

"Yes, yes, you still owe me tens of thousands of drops of water!"

Hui Ze seemed to be amused, but also shook his head with a wry smile.

"Stupid demon."

The dark red candlelight reflected on Huize's face, making Huize's dark eyes dim.Huize looked at Fu He's face, slightly lost in thought, no matter how much Fu He teased him, he would not say anything.

For the first time, Fu He realized that he could no longer figure out Hui Ze.

A few days later, dark clouds quietly gathered over the monastery.

Fu He didn't like rainy days very much. After the rain, the monastery was wet everywhere, and his hair was a little heavier than usual.Therefore, on rainy days, Fu He would return to his original shape and nest on Huize's pillow, and take a leisurely nap in a ball.

At first when Huize saw Fu He, he would tiptoely close the door for fear of waking him up, but now when Huize sees the clouds, he will hold Fu He on his lap, and then read the scriptures by himself.

Fu He turned over, lay on his back, looked at Huize's chin, and scratched Huize's wrist.

Huize squeezed Fu He's paw with his backhand: "Good boy, sleep." He never took his eyes off the book.

Fu He pursed his lips: "Look at it every day, can you see the flowers?"

Huize's eyes paused for a moment on Fu He's fox face, and then left.

"Seeing things you can't see."

"Like?"

"For example, why are you able to shuttle through the courtyard without being discovered by Master."

Fu He yawned: "Of course it's because I have boundless mana."

"I'm afraid your little magic power can only scare children." Huize tapped Fuhe's nose, "Because you have spirituality and Buddha's karma."

Fu He jumped up: "Bah, bah, you have the fate of Buddha."

Huize laughed: "I am a monk, so I naturally have a connection with Buddha."

Fu He was annoyed: "Where did you see that I have a connection with Buddha?"

Huize said that there was a Buddha seal on Fu He's head, and unless Fu He showed up deliberately, no one would be able to detect Fu He's evil spirit.

Foyin...

Fu He touched his forehead.

Back then, an old monk wiped out his entire clan and took over the fox's den in one fell swoop, leaving him alone.

Fu He was young and inexperienced, not yet able to take human form and speak in human language. When he found that the old monk's hands were stained with the hair of his tribe, he naively thought that the old monk was a guest at home, and wanted to pester the old monk for fun.

The old monk seemed to have formed a seal in his hand, barely stopped in mid-air, finally let out a long sigh, and tapped Fuhe's forehead.

"That's it."

Fu He didn't know, so he thought it was very interesting for the old monk to shake his head, so he followed him all the way to the monastery.This stay lasted until the day when the old monk passed away.

After returning home, facing the empty den and not being able to find a single member of his tribe, he realized that even the target of revenge is no longer alive. Fu He wandered alone in the mountains for an unknown number of years, but in the end he still entered the gate of the temple.

I saw a little monk who couldn't carry a bucket.

Seeing that Huize has grown into a nerd, and has a faint tendency to develop into an old monk, Fu He tried to stop it in the most stupid way.

Taking advantage of Huize's absence, Fu He put those damn scriptures into the brazier. He thought that there were no books to read, and Huize should play with Fu He.

Unexpectedly, Hui Ze came back sooner than expected, Fu He was impatient and guilty, for a moment he forgot to use spells to cover up, and put his tail up in front of the brazier and grinned silly at Hui Ze until Hui Ze's face changed.

Fu He took a step back subconsciously, and saw Huize flying towards him with a pale expression, followed by a pain in his tail, and a ray of fire burst out from the corner of his eye.

It was the sparks that exploded from the brazier, which almost reached Fuhe's tail, but was bumped by Fuhe's back, and the whole brazier fell down.

Huize pushed away the hot brazier with his bare hands, grabbed Fu He with one hand, and pulled the quilt off the bed.

Hui Ze said angrily, "What are you doing so stupid?!"

Fu He whispered: "The book..."

"What kind of books do you care about?" Huize said, "What if you burn it?"

The smell of burning flesh mixed with the smoke spread in the house. Fu He sniffed his nose and found Huize's hand behind his back. He watched his tears fall on Huize's bloody fingers, which made Huize tremble all over.

Huize softened his tone: "It's okay, it's okay, aren't you a goblin, just cast a spell on me."

Fu He shook his head, tears kept falling: "We vixen, we don't know the magic of wound healing."

"It's okay," Hui Ze pressed against Fu He's head, "I will, it's just slower."

Later, Hui Ze was fined for a month of closed confinement for burning scriptures by mistake.Huize didn't want to eat the steamed buns Fu He stole, so Fu He went hungry with him.

Counting it, they are also in trouble.

Hui Ze closed the book and rubbed Fu He's ears.

"What are you thinking, so lost in thought?"

"I was thinking..." Fu He bit Huize's finger lightly, "Your meat is more fragrant than mine."

No wonder the clansmen said not to give your heart to others easily. It turns out that only people can make the goblin feel heartbroken.

Huize always says that Fu He is stupid, but he doesn't know that he is really stupid.

He actually said in front of all the monks in the temple that he had committed a crime of lust.Fu He has been around Huize for so many years, and has never seen a monk as abstinent as Huize, how could he commit a crime of lust.However, in front of the old abbot, Hui Ze insisted that he had no regrets after being subjected to three rolls. The old abbot was so angry that he locked Hui Ze in the scripture pavilion and punished him to copy all the scriptures before he could come out.

"I'm afraid the old man is old and his brain is not working well," Fu He complained on behalf of Huize, "You are not a monster, and you can't finish copying this scripture in 100 years. He obviously wants you to live there until you die."

But Huize wasn't annoyed at all, he just smiled at Fu He with a good temper, which made Fu He lose his temper.

"The old man told you not to talk, do you really not talk to me?"

Fu He bit the back of Huize's hand hard, grinding his teeth.

"If the old man told you not to talk to me, wouldn't you never talk to me again?"

Huize remained silent, picked up the ink pen and drew a little fox on the rice paper.

Fu He glanced at it, and said dissatisfiedly: "You make me ugly."

Huize smiled and drew another kitten.

Fu He hurriedly covered the paper: "Don't draw farewell monsters!"

The tip of the pen dipped in ink landed on Fu He's face, and he drew a few strokes lightly, as if the feathers were fluttering, making Fu He itchy.

Fu He "giggled" and laughed straight, the anger in his stomach was completely vented.

At this moment, the door of the pavilion opened, and the monk who entered the door saw the fox on the paper, his expression changed drastically, and he suddenly shouted: "Monster! Senior brother is indeed bewitched by the monster!"

Fu He didn't know what happened, Huize had already cast a talisman on Fu He, threw Fu He out of the window, and repeatedly urged: "Go!"

Soon, the old abbot arrived with a few disciples. He picked up the piece of paper drawn by Huize and looked at it for a while, raised his eyebrows, and shouted, "Do you know what's wrong?"

Huize pursed his lips and said nothing.

Fu He scratched at the curtain angrily, it was his painting, why did the old host take it away, but Huize's spell prevented Fu He from getting any closer.

Fu He struggled to get closer, only to hear Huize say, "The disciple's ties to the world are not broken, and the six roots are not clean."

After being silent for a while, the old abbot said, "Have you thought it all over?"

Hui Ze knelt down and kowtowed three times.

At this time, the old abbot showed the same expression as the old monk back then, and said "that's all" to him.

On this day, Huize was expelled from the monastery.

All the novice monks couldn't understand what kind of precepts the abbot's favorite student had committed.

Seeing Huize standing pale in front of the temple gate for a long time, Fu He said distressedly: "Why bother, where did you break the precept?"

Huize closed his eyes: "If you commit a crime, you commit a crime."

Fu He looked at Huize's face, held Huize's hand and asked, "Is this a violation of the precept?"

"Guilty."

"Then..." Fu He bravely kissed Huize's cheek quickly, "Is this also a violation of the precept?"

Huize's eyelashes trembled, and he said in a low voice, "I committed a crime."

Fu He was in a good mood, shaking Huize's hand and said: "If you commit a crime, you will commit a crime. Anyway, you are not a monk anymore, so what are you afraid of?"

Huize looked at Fu He and said, "I'm not afraid of Buddha, but you."

"Are you afraid that I will lead you to break the precept?"

"afraid."

"Then you should be very afraid."

Fu He held Huize's hand tightly and walked down the mountain step by step. He hoped that this journey would never end.