If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

The afterglow of the golden fall is covered with bluestone long street.

The wine flags hang out from the restaurants standing on the street, and the handwriting is scrawled like wine spilled.

The yelling from the vendors on both sides is endless, the crisp sound of deep-fried soy milk fritters is mixed with the sweetness of candied haws, and a variety of baubles are hung on the bamboo racks.

It was bustling with people.

The adults led the children to pick off the bright red bunches from the candied haws stand, and the aunts who bought vegetables rolled up their sleeves to bargain with the vegetable vendors.

"Thorn--!"

Suddenly, a piercing scream sounded suddenly.

Before anyone can tell where it came from, there was a burst of banging and banging, and two stalls on the side of the road were suddenly overturned, and the melons and fruits rolled to the ground.

A thin figure got out of the crooked shed with the rotten leaves flying all over the sky, ran forward, and turned around to make faces.

"I told you I didn't steal it!"

The crowd was shocked by this accident, the figure was swimming around like a fish, and the clear voice shouted, "Beating children indiscriminately, I think you are black-hearted shops!"

"Stinky boy! Stop for me!"

A white-haired man with a gloomy expression ran out of a store whose door was half smashed. The man picked up a long stick and chased after him, "If you don't strip your fox skin today, I will take your surname! "

"Hey, Boss Zhang, what's going on?"

"Meet a thief?"

"Hey, it's that fox boy. Meeting him is not a disaster, but a blessing!"

There were bursts of discussion among the crowd of onlookers, all stretching their necks to watch this farce in the street, which is bitter-short-sweet-long-single-family sorting.

The young boy who ran in front was nimble and slithered around, playing tricks on the white-haired man.The white-haired man gritted his teeth angrily, his body shook, and his running feet suddenly disappeared.

"Tsk, it's serious!"

The young boy wrinkled his face, and instead of running away, he turned around and kicked open a small shop with a half-hidden door, "Brother Yan! I'm going to be beaten, come out and pay for it!"

This statement came out.

The menacing white-haired man froze, holding a stick and turning his eyes, looking into the door.The people watching the bustle around also showed interest, and their eyes turned to the door.

The door curtain with the two big characters of the medical hall was lifted from it, split into two, and a young man in a light blue robe stepped out.

This young man's facial features were handsome, his blue hair was loose, his thin lips raised a faint curve, at a glance, it was as clear and gentle as a mountain spring.

But the young man seemed to be blind, with his eyes closed, he reached forward and touched the young man's head.

"My younger brother is naughty, I'm sorry, Boss Zhang."

The young man pulled the young boy closer to him, and took out a money bag, "For the loss of everyone in the store and on the street, I will pay you ten times the compensation, please forgive me."

Boss Zhang, a white-haired man, looked at the bulging money bag, and the coldness on his face disappeared immediately. He took the money bag very naturally, and said with a smile: "I'm from the village, I don't care about it. Fox boy, I will come here often in the future." Let's play..."

"Thank you, Boss Zhang."

The young man smiled, "Let's help Boss Zhang clean up together."

Saying that, the young boy who was still naughty just now bowed in a dignified way, and helped the young man walk towards Boss Zhang's shop.

Boss Zhang hurriedly declined, but he couldn't stop the enthusiastic and guilt-ridden two brothers, so he had to ask them to help clean up.

All the people gathered around showed bored eyes.

"There is no one in this street who has a real backbone, and when he sees a money bag, he deflates..."

"Did you see how much money there is in that money bag? If I had so much money, I wouldn't frown even if my ancestral house was demolished, let alone my shop! This doctor is really rich." !"

"As for the younger brother of Doctor Yan, even if he has money, he won't be able to hold him back. Look, this is the first restaurant this month... Hongfeng Restaurant has blackmailed Doctor Yan a lot last time."

A group of common people who expected to see the lively fight shook their heads with emotion, sighed with envy and jealousy, and dispersed in the fading sunset.

In the thin afterglow of the setting sun, the young boy who was tidying up the shop door raised his head and took a look outside.

In this warm and warm street full of people, everyone has no fluctuations in spiritual power, just like ordinary people.But their appearance is quite different from mortals.

Either with ears and horns on the head, or with three eyes and four arms, or with a pale face and a long tongue.

These are the dooms.

It was nearly three o'clock before the shop was cleaned up.

The young man brought the young boy back to his store, and he dropped the latch with his backhand, and tidied up the scattered account books in a leisurely manner.

When he reached out to get the abacus, his palm touched a piece of nephrite-like warmth, he smiled, grabbed that hand, hugged him on his lap and sat down.

"Again nothing."

A frustrated voice rang beside his ears, the nape of his neck was rubbed, and the tips of his fluffy ears scraped the side of his face, making Wu Yan feel calm and warm in his heart.

"There's no hurry."

Wuyan supported Cheng Siqi's waist to make him lie more comfortably, and said in a low voice: "After all, this is the Tribulation Realm, and our cultivation base is limited right now, so we can't act rashly. Besides, staying in Fengyuan City for these days , we didn’t get nothing.”

"At least, we know those calamities, and they are not practitioners."

Cheng Siqi's face darkened slightly: "But this is not good news. If everyone here is doomed, then once the catastrophe world can descend on the spirit world on a large scale... then it will definitely be a catastrophe for the spirit world .And, where does their power come from? Natural blood? Foreign race? Or something else."

"In addition, what are the breaths we felt in Fengyuan City..."

Cheng Siqi frowned.

In order to find out the truth of this smell, he acted like a leather child and went to every house to make trouble, taking the opportunity to investigate.But after two or three months, except for losing a lot of money and being regarded as a well-known bully in the whole street, nothing was found at all.

Moreover, it did not attract any attention from the locals.

That's full of weirdness in itself.

"Wait a few more days, if there is still no movement, I will do it."

Insatiably rubbed Cheng Siqi's head, took out a elixir from the storage ring, and pressed it into his mouth, "Today's illusion elixir."

"It's so hard."

Cheng Siqi chewed and swallowed, and Wu Yan stuffed him with another candied fruit, and his tongue was filled with saliva, drowning out the surprisingly bitter taste of the elixir.

The Huanxing Pill is the treasure of the sacred valley of medicine, but before the two of them left, they were handed over to Wuyan by Sect Master Cheng, and asked them to eat it after they entered the Tribulation Realm.Wuyan didn't know why, but he swallowed it anyway.However, it was also because of the strange appearance brought by the illusion pill that he and Cheng Siqi blended into these Jiejie people without any obstacles.

No tire of doubting, Cheng Zongzhu might know something.

"tired?"

The night is as cool as water, and the green screen windows let in the thin moonlight from the outer frame one by one.

Wu Yan raised his hand to light the candlestick, and a bean of light suddenly lit up, clearly reflecting his face, and the bloody red mark between his brows, like a third eye that had been born, and it was eerily red.

A bit of the tip of the tongue suddenly stuck to it, sucking away the oozing blood.

"I'm itchy too, it's tireless."

Cheng Siqi lowered his head and rubbed the fox's ears against Insatiable, and said softly, "Your ears are itchy, lick them for me... The Magic Shape Pill makes it itchy."

Over the past few months, Wuyan really knows what kind of medicine is sold in Cheng Siqi's gourd.

But being hummed and chirped, with his chin pressed against his limp ears, Wu Yan really became a Buddha, and he might have to break the precepts and retrain.

When he entered the mortal world, he was defeated by this soft little fox. It can be said that if Cheng Siqi had never turned into a little fox, their relationship would not have changed so quickly, nor would his estrangement and wariness. Let it go easily.

"You will pinch me..."

Wuyan sighed, opened his mouth and bit the tip of Cheng Siqi's ear, and slowly licked it down.

"Hmm. The point..."

Sensing that Cheng Siqi's breath was starting to become unstable, Wu Zhi put his arms around his waist down.

The slender palms slid down the back of the waist, crossed the waist and hips, hooked the fingers, and hooked out the restless fox tail, then brushed away the thin fluff, and gently rubbed the root of Cheng Siqi's tail.

There was a slight tremor between his two legs, and Insatiable's fingers moved, and they pressed against Cheng Siqi's wet ears, and whispered: "It seems a little damp..."

Cheng Siqi shuddered and almost jumped up.

"I didn't... me!"

Before he could finish speaking, the base of his tail was pinched fiercely, and the pain felt stronger all over his body. Cheng Siqi hugged Wuyan's neck tightly, bit the side of his neck, and said in a low voice: " Dog...shit magic shape pill! Why... I became a fox again to be played by you..."

The smile on Insatiable's lips condensed slightly.

He guessed something, but there's no need to tell Cheng Siqi right now.

After a pause, he rubbed the little fox boy slowly, and said with a soft smile: "Looking from the heart, young master. The reason why you became the little fox back then, doesn't it also mean...you always want to Become like this, so that you can be with me..."

The last few words were pressed extremely low and sent into Cheng Siqi's ears, causing the hair on his tail to rip and twitch in Wuyan's palm.

Also seduce the general, playing a circle.

"If I don't feed you for a day, I will become a demon."

He pinched the tip of the tail helplessly, picked up Cheng Siqi in the current posture, and was about to get up and go back to the house to feed the fox.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps, and immediately the door panel of the shop was smashed vigorously.

"Doctor Yan! Doctor Yan, help me!"

Wuyan tilted his head towards Cheng Siqi, and Cheng Siqi immediately jumped off Wuyan, and all the clothes on his body were in order in the blink of an eye.

He took the first step to open the store door and glanced outside, only to see that there were two servants supporting a rich businessman who looked familiar, sweating profusely and extremely anxious.

As soon as the door opened, the rich businessman was overjoyed and said quickly: "Fox boy, call your brother out, my wife gave birth, but she didn't bleed..."

"What does it mean to give birth without bleeding?"

Cheng Siqi was taken aback.

"Is there a patient?" Wu Yan asked.

The wealthy businessman was ecstatic when he saw Wuyan slowly groping over, and with a wave of his hand, the two servants set up Wuyan and ran away: "It's too late! Doctor Yan, let's talk as we walk, talk as we walk! Medicine box? No medicine box ……just in front……"

Surprised, but not aware of any danger, Wu Yan and Cheng Siqi let the wealthy businessman lead them along the way.

After a few quarters of an hour, the group finally stopped.

What appeared before Wu Yan's eyes was a desolate and silent cemetery, and the woman's shrill cry was coming from a tightly nailed coffin in the center of the cemetery.

The author has something to say: Calamity: not monks, not aliens, not ghosts... So, who are we? ? ?