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Wen Bufan's thatched cottage is built at the foot of the mountain.A curtain of cascading waterfalls hangs in front of it, and a shallow stream flows in front of the thatched cottage.The hut was surrounded by a random flowerbed, full of flowers of all kinds, with fluffy balls bouncing about in it.

Wen Bufan passed through the flowers, and butterflies came and hovered between his eyebrows, and occasionally blown petals fell on his body.Yao Bai sat obediently in his palm, looking up fascinatedly.

He pushed aside the fence of the small courtyard, and put Yaobai on the jujube tree branch in the courtyard.

Yaobai watched him wash his hands in the small pool, then scrubbed the green cloth that wrapped the fruit and hung it to dry.Yao Bai flapped his wings and landed on his shoulder, and asked intimately: "I ate your fruit, are you hungry?"

Yao Bai's voice at this time is not as distant and ethereal as the original Phoenix, but more crisp and fresh, with a melodious and pleasant ending.

But to Wen Bufan's ears, it was just a slightly raw bird cry.

"Little Que'er." Wen Bufan didn't lift his head, "Don't make any noise."

The man brought it into the house, put it on the futon by the window, and said, "From now on, you will meditate here."

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After a few days, Yao Bai discovered that the man was a mortal who had not yet cultivated spiritual consciousness.He thought that the monks living on this spiritual mountain should have good cultivation, but every time he talked to the man, he didn't get a response.It is obvious that he has no spiritual consciousness and cannot understand what he is saying.

He said that he talked too much and it was a bit boring. Fortunately, there are many spirits and monsters in this mountain, and Yao Bai would go out to talk to them occasionally, so he wouldn't be bored.

A few days later, Shuiyue found the trail and saw a tall man drying clothes in the yard through the fence of the thatched cottage.The phoenix with its bald tail jumped up and down on his shoulders, as if it was playing a big show.

"When are you going back to God's Domain?" Shuiyue lay down under the fence and licked her paws.

He heard Phoenix murmur "Hmm", and his tail feathers trembled in the wind, "It will take a while." When he returned to God's Realm with this appearance, someone must ask him about the embarrassing thing about being slapped away by the ghost king. I couldn't hold it anymore.

Yaobai lived in this mountain for an unknown amount of time, but he still remembered Sangsu's entrustment.He fell from the branch, and the heads of a bird and a leopard came together, "I haven't recovered my mana yet, so it's up to you to get things for my sister."

Shuiyue shook her head like a rattle, "I can't beat him." He added: "And his cat."

Fenghuang pondered for a moment, then said in a profound way: "It doesn't have to be a fight, you understand."

Shui Yueyuan rolled her round eyes and nodded solemnly, "Understood."

One bird and one leopard touched their paws skillfully, and they scattered.

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There is a saying in the mortal world: "Be sympathetic, and a good man cherishes a good man." Yao Baishen thought that his meeting with a beautiful man was "a big beauty meets a little pretty", and the big beauty developed a feeling of sympathy for this little beauty, so he resolutely Take him back decisively.

Lying on the man's wooden bed, Yaobai had the absurd idea for the first time that it would be good to be a domesticated phoenix.

He quickly found his place - the spiritual pet of a beautiful man.Every day when someone gets fed, you can stop on the man's shoulder and carefully admire the face that can be called the "disaster of the six worlds". You can take a nap in the palm of his hand, or roll on his lap.

Yao Bai simply fell in love with this drunken life of spiritual pets.

But what happened to asking him to meditate on time at three o'clock a day?

"Little Que'er, the God of the Underworld."

"Little Queer, meditate at noon."

"Little Bird..."

500 years is not enough for an ancient divine bird to grow into an adult bird, Yaobai, a chick that has not undergone moulting, is actually very lethargic.At dawn, the man's clear voice came as promised, and Yao Bai sat up startled in his dying dream, with a mess of messy hair on his head, and suddenly realized.

The man took a fancy to him and brought him back, purely because he was clever and a spiritual creature who was expected to achieve great magic.

This greedy mortal!

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Pretty men are boring besides being pretty.Apart from going out to pick some fruits to wrap my stomach every day, I spend most of my time in meditation.Every other day, in the morning, I would carry a basket on my back to cut some dewy fresh grass and come back to feed the rabbits and deer by the stream.

The journey of mortals to cultivate immortality is boring and hard. They have not yet escaped the six reincarnations, they live and die, and the limited time is not enough for them to achieve something.Therefore, it is very difficult for mortals to become Buddhas and gods by cultivating immortals. In addition, the aura of the mortal world is gradually declining, and it has never been possible for mortals to ascend for ten thousand years.

When Yaobai was bored while meditating, he could not help but sigh when he peeked at the man's gently closed eyebrows.Such a good-looking face disappeared within a few decades.

The baby rabbit in the flowers grows up day by day, every time Wen Bufan walks in the flowers, he will always be followed by a long string of bouncing white balls.Yaobai stood on his shoulder and shouted happily: "They have grown up, when can they be roasted and eaten?"

Only when the grown-up rabbit gave birth to a litter of little rabbits did Yao Bai realize that the handsome man fed the rabbits for the sole purpose of feeding the rabbits, not for fattening and eating roasted rabbit meat.

As Yao Bai's mana recovered little by little, the glutton in his stomach also started clamoring.During the meal, he began to sigh at the fruit Wen Bufan gave.

Wen Bufan looked at him for a while, then stretched out his hand to put the fruit in front of him in front of him, "Your mind is not stable, I'm afraid it's hard to control your appetite. Don't you like these plain fruits?"

Yao Bai's eyes were shining, and he fluttered his wings and chirped: "Yes, yes! You can roast a rabbit for me."

The handsome man opened the door and went out, holding a sharpened iron piece in his hand.

Yaobai gleefully drank a few sips of water from the plate, spread out on the table and waited.

After a while, the handsome man brought a plate again, inside were a few black meat worms that were still wriggling, and a few grains of fresh soil were also stained.

Yao Bai: "...."

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Wen Bufan found that the noisy sparrow likes to squat on the branch to watch the rabbit recently, as if he was studying some profound scriptures, and was extremely absorbed.But those rabbits seem to be very afraid of it, and they dare not approach the trees where it often squats.

Wen Bufan looked at the motionless back of the little bird, and suddenly remembered the first time he saw this bird.

The corners of his lips twitched imperceptibly, he stepped forward to catch Yao Bai back, and said calmly: "Flying birds and animals have spirits, don't kill them indiscriminately."

Xiaoque still followed him to feed the rabbits every day, but when facing the live and hopping rabbits all over the ground, the bird's black eyes remained motionless, almost glowing green.

Wen Bufan had no choice but to dig him as many reptiles as possible.

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Yao Bai occasionally sneaks out to play when men are meditating.He is already very familiar with this area, except for those rabbits who run away when they see him, the other small animals are willing to chat with him.

In the creek there lived a refined river turtle, who had just woken up from hibernation, Yaobai loved to play with him most recently.River Turtle has a good friend, an egret that can transform into a shape, and it happens to be there today.

"Sparrow spirit." Egret stood in the water to wash his feathers, and when he saw Yao Bai, he immediately invited him, "The snow on the mountain has melted, and the water is sweet and sweet, do you want to come and wash it?"

They like to be clean, and they have to wash and comb every day.Yao Bai landed on the turtle's back, his beak dipped in the stream water and began to preen his feathers.

Egret poached the water comfortably, "The wheat seedlings are growing under the mountain, why don't you go with me to catch some bugs, and you won't be able to find them after it rains in a few days."

Yao Bai quickly shook his head, "I don't like to eat bugs."

"Huh?" Egret stuck out its wet head from the water, "You are so weird, just as weird as that monk."

Yaobai jumped into the water and soaked his feathers in the stream with cold dew early in the morning. He shivered, "Why do you all call him a monk?"

People from the two worlds of monsters and monsters like to call the Buddhas in the Brahma Realm of the West Heaven monks, because they are called monks like this when they practice hard in the mortal world, but once they enter the lotus enchantment, they become Buddhas in the Brahma Realm. It has the title of Buddha Dharma.Therefore, the title of monk is still a bit unfamiliar to Yao Bai.

But the man obviously has soft and beautiful hair, doesn't ring the bell and doesn't chant the Buddha's name, so he is quite different from those widowed Buddhas who chant the Buddha's scriptures all day long.

The river turtle stretched out its limbs and slowly rowed over, "He cultivated the Buddha's fate, of course he must be called a monk." The river turtle was already very old, and he spoke slowly, "He was here when I was a turtle egg, Hundreds of years have passed and he is still here, and I don’t know how much he has cultivated the Buddha’s relationship.” He Gui said with some regret: “Maybe he will still be here when I ascend.”

It turns out that the beautiful man did not cultivate Taoist immortals.

"Hundreds of years?" Yao Bai heard this sentence, shaking his wet tail feathers and said in surprise: "Could it be that he is not a mortal but some kind of monster."

No wonder he is so beautiful that there is no trace of human smoke.

Egret hesitated and said: "It's not a ghost, but I really haven't seen a mortal who can live so long." He remembered something again, patted the water and said: "I seem to remember, he said he came from a sea."

500 years ago, Egret was still a mortal bird who had just opened up his mind, and he worked hard every day in meditation to break free from the six realms as soon as possible.In order to clean up, he moved the nest from the haystack on the river bank to a big tree.

This tree is the oldest living thing on this mountain. It has been matured for an unknown number of years, and the aura around it is particularly abundant.

One day the egret came back from grooming at the foot of the mountain, and saw a strange man under the tree talking to the dryad.There are many spirits and monsters in this mountain, and most of the spirits have run away after they have cultivated some skills. There are fewer and fewer familiar faces, and they are really boring and dull.

Seeing a stranger egret feels fresh, so he sits on a branch and tilts his head to listen.

The man said that he came from the sea and was born on a golden lotus stone platform.

"Have you no parents?" asked the Dryad.

The man shook his head, as if he was thinking about how his parents should define him, "I have lived in one place for many years, and there is only me around."

The dryad was a little surprised, "What are you doing there?"

That memory was already too vague for him, and the longer he woke up, the more things he forgot.In the end the man just shook his head and said, "I slept there."

The tree spirit asked some more questions, but the man knew almost nothing, and only said that he wanted to go to the world to practice Buddhism.

The old tree spirit persuaded him to stay in the mountain. The man stood under the tree and thought for a while, then he agreed.

"Monk, what's your name?" the old tree spirit asked.

The man shook his head again, his eyes seemed to be full of love, "There is no name."

The mountain wind blew, and the tree spirit's branches gently brushed against the man's side. The old tree spirit stretched out the branches, and leaned over the man's face inch by inch, saying, "You are a creature born by nature, so you must be extraordinary. This mountain is called Wen Yuanshan. Why don't you call me Wen Bufan."

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Yao Bai sat on the turtle shell and listened very carefully.

The beautiful man was originally called Wen Bufan.

It's just that the thousand-year-old tree spirit must have deep spiritual power, but Yao Bai didn't perceive it.

"Where did the tree spirit go now?" Yao Bai asked.

The egret took a sip of stream water and said calmly, "It died 300 years ago."

Most of these mortal spirits have the same destination-living to an age that they don't remember, or dying accidentally or naturally.

As far as they are concerned, the infinite lifespan has to be exchanged for six reincarnations.When you die, you die, and there is no trace of it in the cycle of reincarnation.

Since ancient times, some people have flocked to him on the journey of cultivating immortals, but more people stayed away from it, which is precisely because of this.

"It's strange to say that since that monk came, the aura in our mountain has become much clearer and mellower." He Turtle said, "Perhaps it is just like what the tree spirit said, this monk is not an ordinary thing."

Yao Bai thought to himself: Even ordinary beings would be half-immortal and half-Buddha if they had devoted themselves to practicing for 500 years, but why did the monk not move at all.

He lay on the turtle's back to dry his feathers, the warm sunlight crawled into every hair, and he squinted his eyes in comfort.He looked up and saw that Jianwen Bufan pushed aside the fence and came out, standing on the open space and looking this way.

"He's looking for me." Yao Bai stood up and shook himself, "I'm going back, goodbye."

Bai Lu was still thinking about inviting him to look for food down the mountain, "Are you really not going with me? There are all kinds of delicious food down the mountain."

Yaobai remembered that the roasted rabbit given to him before Shuiyue seemed to be found at the foot of the mountain, and he turned his head and said, "I don't like to eat bugs." After struggling for a while, I finally said: "Can you bring me a roasted rabbit, put more mustard ginger, I like spicy food."

A young rabbit was gnawing grass not far away. Hearing this, he raised his head in horror and happened to meet Yao Bai Tanxun's eyes, and jumped into the river with a "plop" in a panic.The napping turtle was thrown upside down by the waves.

Egret looked at this weird kind, nodded: ".....Okay."

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That weird monk Wen Yuanshan raised a weird bird.This rumor quickly spread to the ears of the spirits in the mountains along the mountain wind.Occasionally, the sparrow spirits on the mountain would stop on the tree in front of the door and look into the courtyard, and if they were brave enough, they would talk to Yao Bai.

Bai Lu would bring him a roasted rabbit every time he went down the mountain, and Yao Bai felt that life in this mountain became more and more comfortable.

"What kind of bird are you from? Why have I never seen it before?" Yaobai had a natural affinity for the Youyi clan, and would feed the sparrow spirits the worms that Wen Bufan dug for him.

The little bird spirit took a few mouthfuls, felt a little embarrassed, raised her claws and pushed the small dish towards Yao Bai.

"Eat it." If there were no sparrow spirits, these bugs would have been secretly thrown away.Yaobai showed him his belly, "I ate the roasted rabbit and I'm still holding on."

The little sparrow spirit had already heard about this strange bird's deeds, and she was not surprised when she glanced at his bulging belly.

Wen Bufan was reading in the room, and was turning to the chapter of "Feng Wu Shuo" that recorded birds.The old ancient books are curled up, and fingers like fine porcelain slowly turn over one page after another.

After flipping through the volume, Wen Bufan twitched his eyebrows slightly, and a trace of doubt appeared on his calm face.

He got up and closed the book, and put some fruits picked early in the morning on the table into a small plate.It rained a little in the morning, and there were still wet water marks on the wooden steps.

The little sparrow yelled, and jumped from the stone platform to a high branch, "Here comes the monk."

Strange to say, all the ghosts and monsters all over the mountain know that there is a monk who has no mana living at the foot of the mountain, but whenever they get close to it, they feel scared invisibly.

Yaobai is an exception, which is one of the reasons why everyone thinks this bird is weird.

Yaobai landed on Wen Bufan's shoulder with ease, and rubbed his cheek with his neck up.

Wen Bufan put the small dish and the dish containing the bugs side by side, and looked up at the sparrow spirit hidden behind the leaves.

The sparrow spirit tried to shrink back, although he firmly believed that he could throw the monk into the river in front of him by flapping his wings now.

Wen Bufan seemed to be used to this situation, stopped moving forward, lowered his eyes and said to Yao Bai: "Here is your friend."

The sparrow on the shoulder chirped, and the sparrow spirit cautiously fluttered down, looking up cautiously at itself as it walked.

Wen Bufan looked up at the sky, and said calmly: "There is heavy rain, come back earlier."

The sparrow swallowed the berries, a little flattered and a little panicked, "Okay, okay."

The full-fledged sparrow fluttered its wings and flew to the highest branch. Sure enough, the clouds became gray and thick, and the muffled sound of spring thunder hidden in the clouds was vaguely heard.

The sparrow spirit was circling over the small courtyard and wanted to leave. Suddenly, it remembered an important matter, so it hurriedly turned around and flew closer to Yao Bai, saying, "You should avoid going out in the near future. The back mountain is not very peaceful. There are rumors that there are monks who specialize in cultivating spiritual consciousness. Ghost, take away the soul and use it for self-cultivation."

"Ah." Yaobai was startled, first worried about the monk's safety.As far as he knew, this monk didn't even have the slightest magic power, and he couldn't even use the simplest formula to avoid water.

It's easy for people not to dare to approach this hut, as long as he is in the illusion of his original body.With the fire-feather phoenix sitting in the town, even if it is a god, ghost and ghost, it will not dare to come.It's just that the monk must know that he is not an ordinary sparrow spirit, and he doesn't know if he is willing to raise him or not.

He was wondering whether to show his true body to protect the monk, so he heard the sparrow spirit say: "But it's okay, there is a strange monk, and other creatures will never dare to approach."

"Eh?" Yao Bai blinked, did you say the wrong thing.