Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1972 Tribulation (46)

Su Chen stared at it, his eyes were deep and gentle.

It didn't reveal anything, and he didn't say more.

Just smiled, picked it up, and kissed it.

Don't even dislike its saliva.

His attitude towards it is not like a pet, but rather like having abnormal feelings.

I can't say it, I don't know the way.

The fox looked at him quietly.

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The next day.

In the morning, the sun gradually rose.

The light was so bright that it hung on the side of the mountain range early on.

The golden light shines obliquely, and mist rises in the mountains.

In the quiet woods, birds chirped and butterflies danced.

The morning dew hangs quietly on the grass leaves under the tree, little by little, gathering into large drops.

Along the veins, slide down.

dripped on the ground.

Silently.

At this time, a foot came from nowhere and stepped on it.

Immediately, a shallow footprint fell.

The bird was frightened and flew up.

under the tree.

The sandalwood is lingering, and the cassock is old.

The monk wearing plain cloth shoes appeared in the woods in such a fine weather.

Holding a Buddhist bead, his face is square and solemn.

With thick black eyebrows, he walked through the trees.

Like a ghost, it comes without a trace and goes without a trace.

Come without warning, stepping across the land full of fallen leaves.

Along the mountain road, all the way down.

It seems to be going somewhere.

Walk in a hurry.

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The mountain road is narrow and steep.

The forest beside the road is dense and overgrown with weeds.

It was morning, and the sun was not yet hot on the mountainside.

The wind from the woods is refreshing, with the unique smell of green grass in the early morning.

The temperature is cool and suitable.

Hunters in the small town who specialize in hunting for a living follow this path up the mountain.

Carrying arrows and big knives, laughing and joking with each other.

Talking about all kinds of romantic affairs in the town recently, commenting on the taste of which widow's skirt.

All with hippie smiling faces, talking while going up the mountain.

disturbed the tranquility of the entire forest.

The monk goes down, the hunter goes up.

The two pedestrians collided quickly.

Right on the narrow path.

"Yo! What a rarity, it's a monk."

The hunters rarely see a monk, which is quite novel.

"Monk, where are you going?"

The monk in plain cassock had a solemn face and did not speak.

Just holding the prayer beads in his hand, he walked past them.

Walk in a hurry.

Those hunters were treated coldly, and they couldn't hold back for a while.

"Yo... this monk, he has quite a temper."

They carried arrows and muttered.

"That's not true, with such a big temper, if I were a Buddha, I would definitely not accept him."

A few of them were stuck in the middle of the path, feeling bored.

Just as he was about to leave, the monk's footsteps suddenly stopped.

It seems to have thought of something.

Several hunters were walking, and his voice came from behind him.

Calm and vigorous.

"Several benefactors, please stay."

The hunters turned their heads when they heard the sound.

"what?"

I saw the monk put his palms together and saluted slightly towards them.

The attitude is not bad.

"The poor monk is taking the liberty to ask one thing."

"I don't know how many benefactors, can you kindly answer?"

A few hunters who were tall and rough looked at each other.

Always feel bad.

Especially his attitude just now.

It's really hard to like.

None of the hunters spoke, only one of them spoke, which was quite polite.

"Master, please tell me."

The monk lowered his head slightly and clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha, thank you all benefactors."

(End of this chapter)