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

The insatiable expression on his face was somewhat indescribable.

He never expected that a dignified foundation-building cultivator would have such a flexible nature. He stared at the little dumpling for a long time before he came back to his senses. He slowly stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a vegetable leaf, squatted down, and walked towards the Cheng Siqi shook.

"Come on, Xiao Huang, come here."

The little fox was irritated by the new name, bared his baby teeth angrily, and then, with the fox tail that didn't match the stray dogs at all, trotted to Wuyan's legs, and rubbed Wuyan with his head. The hand with the chopsticks made a clear and soft voice: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

A stench mixed with the pile of dead people rushed over.

Wu Yan backhanded the little fox's head with the end of his chopsticks and poked open the head of the little fox that was coming closer. He felt distressed and funny, and said, "It's ugly and smelly. Which pigpen is this little wild dog?"

"Woooo!"

Cheng Siqi's eyes widened, and he used his claws to reach Insatiable's wrist.

He wanted to shabby Master Cheng Shao for a while longer, but footsteps sounded behind him.

Wuyan's expression changed slightly, he grabbed Cheng Siqi's front paws, lifted him lightly, and pulled him into his arms, not disliking him for his stinky smell, so he opened the neckline of his cassock to hide the blackness The little fox who looked out of shape stuffed it in.

"Daoist Ping." Wuyan stood up, looked back, and greeted each other with Daoist Ping, pretending to be surprised.

A warm little thing in his arms lay obediently, motionless.

Daoist Ping came over with a kind smile on his face, and he didn't look as serious and rigid as he was when he placed the order in Haolai Town.He glanced at Wuyan's chest, and said with a slightly surprised smile: "Unexpectedly, Master Wuyan would like this kind of gadget too? I don't know where the wild dogs here come from, there are so many of them."

"The poor monk is used to raising little things."

Wu Yan looked down at his chest, stretched out his palms, and wrapped them around the little fox's slender neck, with a shy, helpless but heart-chilling smile on his face, "But... they're all raised to death."

There seemed to be a hint of enjoyment in his voice.

Seemingly seeing something from Wuyan, Daoist Ping's perfunctory gaze suddenly became more interested.

He pondered for a moment, twirled his beard, and smiled slightly: "Today, chanting scriptures has saved countless dead souls, and Master Wuyan has worked hard. It's getting late, so let's take a rest quickly. There is a good tranquilizing incense in the cabinet, and Master Wuyan can use it here. sleep aid."

After finishing speaking, Daoist Ping shook the whisk in his hand, turned around and left.

Wuyan walked slowly towards his thatched hut while paying attention to Daoist Ping's movements.

Leaving Wuyan's side, Daoist Ping looked around, as if he was weighing something, finally settled in front of a thatched hut, turned around, and walked towards the middle-aged Taoist priest at the door of the thatched hut.

Night Breeze brought Daoist Ping's voice: "Nephew Ruan, it's windy at night, let's go into the room and say... yes, there will be a sutra feast in the second half of the night, do you want to come and see?"

The door of the thatched hut was closed, Wuyan also retracted his ears, and entered his own room.

"Ugh..."

The little fox's head poked out, the fur on the top of the head was glued together, it was black and dirty.Wu Yan saw steaming hot water on the basin rack, so he stretched out his hand to try it, then grabbed the little fox by the back of the neck and slipped him into the wooden basin, pouring a handful of hot water on his head.

"Ow!"

Cheng Siqi was splashed with water, and howled aggressively. Before he could attack, he was held down by a hand on his head with the momentum of Mount Tai, and rubbed him up and down.

"You... I'll wash it myself!"

The boy's shy voice suddenly sounded, and the little thing under his palm was about to struggle away.

He didn't want to let go, and picked up soap horns from the side to wipe Cheng Siqi's body, and said while wiping: "As you get older, your ears don't work well, and you always hear something like a dog barking...Young Master Cheng, What do you say?"

The little fox was honest, huddled in the basin and was shaken by rubbing. It took a long time to lift up a wet little paw, plucked the finger that rubbed his chin tirelessly, and whispered: "How did you find it?" ? It's dangerous here, people die every day, you should leave now."

He poked Sect Master Cheng Shao's small pad with his index finger, squinted his eyes, and said with a smile: "There is a little vixen who sucked the yang energy of the poor monk and refused to return it. The poor monk is here to collect debts."

The little fox moved its paws, and whispered: "I purposely didn't use the prayer beads to call you."

Those clear and clear eyes were raised up, a little rounder than ordinary fox eyes, slightly narrowed, showing seriousness and sharpness, "Those who arrested me were very powerful, you are just a warlock, I know You are very powerful, but it is no good to fight against them. My mother... I didn't expect that she would come to catch me, I..."

"She's a warlock?" Wuyan glanced at Cheng Siqi lightly.

"Hmm. I didn't know..."

The little fox was so chilled by this glance, he hurriedly explained the matter of being caught, and then said: "I thought I would be sent to the capital to be given to the national teacher, but she locked me in a box, All the way to Fengya Pass. I didn’t have a chance to escape, but there was an earthquake at Fengya Pass the day before yesterday, and my warlocks also went out, so I took advantage of the chaos and ran out.”

"Since it's out, why don't you run further?"

Brushing the sticky hair off the little fox's body, he saw a few wounds, and his eyes became cold.

Cheng Siqi shook his head and said, "I can't get out. I've tried for a long time, and it's like a ghost hitting a wall. I can't get out. I came here in the car that sent the dead from Fengya Pass. I also tried to leave the canyon, but I couldn't." No matter how far you go, you will come back again.”

He looked at Wuyan worriedly, "You shouldn't come, and I don't know if you can go out...I feel very bad here..."

"It's no wonder it's good."

Wu Yan let out a cold snort, fished out the little fox and wiped it dry, picked the soft fur and applied medicine to people, "I don't know what was raised in the pit outside, and it was covered with a formation in the desert. According to me Look, I'm afraid someone is really going to commit crimes and sacrifice to heaven. I don't know...whether God will eat him."

Cheng Siqi half understood: "Then we..."

"I'll find a way to take you away."

Wu Yan wrapped the little fox into a small rice dumpling, then picked it up and put it in front of his eyes, glanced under the little fox's belly with a half-smile, and passed his fingers, "Don't dare to make up your own mind...flick off your little embroidery needle, believe it or not?"

A vague touch sweeps across the soft belly.

The little vixen let out a whimper, his tail turned red with embarrassment, luckily he couldn't see the hairiness, so as not to be called a vixen again by the stinky donkey.

He kicked his short legs, and suddenly said: "Did you follow the Buddhist beads to find it?"

"Ah."

Wuyan responded casually, threw the little fox on the bed, pulled out all the minced meat from the meal he had eaten, picked it up in the palm of his hand, and handed it to Cheng Siqi, "Come on, little vixen, it's time to eat."

Cheng Siqi raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then lowered his head and licked the flesh in his palm with his small tongue.

He hasn't had enough to eat for a long time, and he is really hungry.Otherwise, it would not be possible to beg for food with the wild dogs.

"I'll bake you a chicken leg later."

The wet and limp little tongue was scratched in the palm of his hand, and he took the opportunity to pinch it without the burden of being an upright and kind monk. When Cheng Siqi subconsciously hid back, he also poked the fleshy fox's ass, "Lick it clean."

Cheng Siqi patted him with his paw, but still licked all the foam off his palm.

Watching that little head move without hesitation, I suddenly didn't know what it was like.

I don't know if Cheng Siqi's soul will return to his place in the future, and after he restores all his memories, he will lead Xuanjianzong to the gate of Tianyin Temple when he thinks about what happened today.

"I can help you restore your human body, but not here," Wuyan said, "Once there is a demonic aura, many people here will find it. Now your aura is locked by the needles in your body, and you can still hide, just like ordinary birds. It’s no different from a beast, it’s still safe. We don’t get involved in the affairs here, and we will leave tomorrow.”

Cheng Siqi was puzzled: "Why not tonight?"

Wu Yan opened the cabinet, took out a dark purple incense and lit it, smiled: "Didn't you hear what the old monster said before? Light up the tranquilizing incense and have a good sleep. The night in this canyon is not peaceful."

The old lady who went out to find a cook gave Cheng Siqi a chicken leg and some goat milk, and when she got bored, she came back and closed the door tightly, ignoring anything outside the window.

After eating, Cheng Siqi asked Wuyan to wipe his mouth clean. Cheng Siqi quickly ran onto the pillow, and when Wuyan lay down, he curled up and rolled to his hand, and sent his bulging belly to him: "I'm full, rub it!" rub."

Wu Yan lay down with his clothes on, rubbed the little fox's belly with his fingers, and laughed slowly: "Why do you say you are a fox demon, not a pig demon?...Huh? Why are you so hard? You...you don't know Have you eaten the Buddhist beads?"

When his finger touched something hard, he paused with an insatiable smile, and immediately looked at the fluffy fox face.

Cheng Siqi looked at Wuyan, and said in a low voice: "She snatched the Buddha beads away, and I swallowed them while she was not paying attention...otherwise she wouldn't give it to me. If I swallowed it, she wouldn't be able to cut me up and take it out... ..."

At this time, it is shrewd.

Wuyan scratched his stomach and said, "It's not bad, I'll take it out for you later."

He stretched out his hand and moved Xiaotuanzi to the neck, and the fur tail subconsciously wrapped around his neck, breathing lightly and shallowly, and the little fox squinted his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep.

There was silence all around, and I closed my eyes tirelessly, trying to squeeze out the spiritual energy in my body.

Suddenly, the wet little mouth touched the pinna, and the young man's low voice penetrated into his ears, "Wu Yan, can I trust you?"

Wuyan didn't open his eyes, and smiled: "If I say yes, will you believe me?"

The fox's mouth moved, "Yes," he rubbed his neck lightly, "...and he will never doubt it."

Wuyan opened his eyes: "Then trust me, I won't harm you."

"Hmm..." Cheng Siqi mumbled, as if he was planning to say something.

But at this moment, there was a loud knock on the door, and the door panel was smashed with great force, as if it would smash the door panel apart at any moment.

Cheng Siqi immediately jumped up, but was pushed back by Wu Yan.

"Hush...don't make a sound."

Insatiable patted the little fox's head, and lit another dark green incense stick.

The two strange aromas immediately mixed together, forming an unspeakable stench.The stronger the stench became, the quieter the knocking on the door became, until finally, it slowly subsided.

After a while, there was another knock on the door not far away.

This time the door seemed to be slammed open quickly, and there was a moment of silence outside before a strange, nauseating chewing sound.

The little fox stuck out its sharp nails, "Outside..."

Wu Yan picked up the little fox and went to the window, opened the window a crack, and looked out.

A round of scarlet moon hangs on the rocky mountain, shedding icy red moonlight.

The night was dark and dead silent, a gust of wind pierced through the window lattice, spreading a strong smell of blood.

Following the smell, Wu Yan could only see a one-foot-tall human-shaped thing made of countless corpses of dead people standing in front of a thatched hut, bent over, and stuffed an arm into its mouth.

The owner of this arm was shattered all over, unable to rest in peace, his round eyes were facing the direction of Wu Yan and the others.

It was the middle-aged Taoist priest that Taoist Ping had been looking for.

"It's troublesome."

Wu Yan covered Cheng Siqi's eyes with his hands, and quietly closed the window.

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