This fox fairy is too inhuman

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"Senior brother! Senior brother, wake up! It's time, we should go fetch water!"

Accompanied by the bells of the temple and the shouts of her junior brother Minghui, Mingxin slowly woke up from her meditation, with a faint smile on her lips.

"Ah."

Mingxin stood up from the futon, clasped her hands and bowed to the Buddha statue in front of her, saluted and then touched her junior brother's head.

"Minghui, why didn't you learn calligraphy from the master today? Are you lazy again?"

"I'm not lazy today! It's the master who overslept today and hasn't woken up until now!" Minghui puffed up her mouth and moved her head away from her senior brother's hands angrily, escaping from his rough clutches.

Minghui is twelve years old this year, and she is actually quite handsome. However, she was abandoned by her family because she was blind in one eye due to a congenital defect. Before being picked up by her master, she had been wandering around begging. She has always been thin and small, and she looks only seven or eight years old. look.

Although Ming Xin also looked a little thin, perhaps because of his height and his calm temperament, he didn't feel so weak.

The washed and whitened monk's robe is quite neat, but in the corners of the clothes you can still see the patches sewn in the friction areas, but the sewing technique is quite good and it is not easy to find.

The only thing that can be considered special about Xin Xin is his eyes, which are calm and full of unwavering faith.

However, due to the wind and sun, his skin color is a little darkened. Compared with a novice monk who has been ordained, he is actually more like an old farmer.

And he was indeed doing farming work, and they had opened up a small piece of farmland behind the temple.

Legend has it that there are 10,800 large and small temples in the Western Desert with hundreds of millions of believers. The believers devote their lives to supporting the monks.

But Kurong Temple is only a small temple, with not many residents around it. There is only a small settlement thirty miles away. Most of the believers there believe in the Spiritual Desire Buddha and are not interested in their small temple.

Although they will also provide some food, they have already provided it to the Spiritual Desire Sect, and life is already very difficult. If they donate another portion, something will definitely happen to their family.

So they refused and chose to be self-sufficient in their own way. They planted some daily fruits and vegetables in the farmland they opened.

Fortunately, although it is a desert, there are actually a lot of creatures. You can still supplement some meat after daily hunting.

There may be some ascetics who choose not to eat meat, but most of the West Desert monks are not forbidden to eat meat. In this barren land, any method is acceptable as long as they can survive.

The two brothers carried buckets to the backyard. After lifting the wooden cover, a pit was exposed, and the cold wind blew from underneath.

Because the ground is too hot to hold water, they pick up some water from underground pits almost every day for daily use and for watering fruits and vegetables.

"It's so cold!" Minghui shivered, but her expression looked a little happy. This cool and refreshing feeling can indeed bring a good mood to people in the hot desert.

"Well, be careful, don't catch a cold." Mingxin smiled and took the lead in walking down the pothole with two buckets of water.

There was no light in the pit, and Mingxin didn't light a torch, but his steps were firm and steady.

He knows every part of this pothole very well. It was built together after he and his master came here. He is very clear about every part of this pothole. He has walked through it countless times, even with his eyes closed. You can't go wrong.

The two walked silently in tandem for a while, and finally heard the sound of running water. This was a small pool formed by a tributary of an underground river.

They also saw several fish in the water jar, but they didn't know where they came from.

Wow.

Mingxin picked two buckets, while the younger junior brother only picked half a bucket. He originally wanted to pick one bucket, but Mingxin dumped half of the bucket.

It doesn't matter if a child shows off, but if he falls and hurts somewhere, the gain will outweigh the loss, and a bucket full of water will be wasted.

For desert residents, water is a very precious resource, and once it is wasted, it will be criticized by everyone.

Although they carried the bucket, perhaps because they could see the light from the exit, the way back was easier than when they came. It only took two-thirds of the time for the two of them to return to the ground.

Perhaps because they are all desert varieties, these fruits have quite good drought tolerance and do not require that much water.

After watering all the fruits and vegetables, Mingxin poured the remaining bucket of water into the water tank and closed the lid, saving it for later use when washing and scrubbing the Buddha statue.

And just when he was about to end his rest and continue his homework, his junior brother who had just ran away from nowhere jumped out from behind and carefully tugged on his monk's robe.

"Ok?"

"Brother, the moon was round last night. Are you going to the market today?"

Is it the middle of the month again?

Mingxin was stunned for a moment, and then she understood what her junior brother meant. He wanted to go out and play.

The nearby settlements hold a small market in the middle of each month. Some nearby merchants will choose this time to come to the town to sell their goods and purchase some basic materials from the villagers.

Mingxin calculated the days. They had actually been there last month. Normally, they would go again next month. But seeing how excited the little junior brother was, he thought he was not quite used to the life in the temple and wanted to meet him at the market. people.

He silently calculated that he didn't have much money at hand, but he could buy some supplies. He could also buy a bunch of sand fruits for his junior brother to eat, and he could also buy a new monk's robe for his master. After all, he was also the abbot of the temple, so he could wear it. It's not good if it's too shabby.

"Well, we'll go there in a moment."

"Great! Thank you, senior brother!!!" Minghui shouted happily after receiving the affirmation, then jumped back to her residence, took out a small backpack and carried it behind her back.

Thank you, brother?
"Haha..." Ming Xin smiled helplessly after hearing this. The junior brother is not stupid. The master can give him this name because he has his own ideas.

He is truly naturally intelligent, unlike himself who is a dull person. Since the master was too tired to get up today, Mingxin did not disturb him, bowed slightly towards the master's bedroom, and set off with his little junior brother.

The journey was not too close, but at least Mingxin was also a cultivator and took his junior brother to the market in just half an hour.

"Master Mingxin, little master Minghui!"

"Little master, say hello to your master for me."

"Little master! Come to my place and get a sand fruit to eat!"

They were not looked down upon by others in the market. Buddhism has been popular in the Western Desert for many years, and the place has a high natural affinity for monks.

Even though they are just a little-known temple, others respect them very much, and people often come forward to give them food and items.

As for the things that the villagers gave him, some would accept them knowingly, while others would politely decline.

Except for some inexpensive food and daily necessities, he refused to buy anything else and used the money he brought to buy it.

After exchanging a piece of Buddhist stone for a piece of good-quality cloth from the merchant, Mingxin smiled slightly and bowed to the merchant to thank him.

Naturally, he would not buy finished monk robes directly, as that would be more expensive. After buying them, he would cut and sew them himself, which was something he was already familiar with.

After buying the cloth, Mingxin let his junior brother go and wander around by himself. He took advantage of this time to preach the Dharma in a corner of the market, attracting many people to stop and listen. After preaching the Dharma, he even helped some sick herdsmen. He checked the body, prescribed several cheap medicines, and helped some residents with sprains to set their bones.

As the sun was about to set, he finally ended his shopping trip and hurried back with his junior brother, whose mouth was full of food.

"Senior brother, everyone at the market is so nice! They gave me a lot of delicious food and said that I will be an outstanding master like senior brother in the future!"

"Yes." Ming Xin smiled after hearing this and shook her head: "However, I am not a master, just a little novice monk."

"Everyone says you are, and some people say you are more powerful than the master..." When Minghui said the last word, she realized that there seemed to be something wrong with her words, and her voice lowered a lot, but she still finished the words stubbornly.

"Haha, it's just their misunderstanding. The master's cultivation level is much higher than mine."

"Master is so awesome!"

"Yeah, it's awesome."

"Wow--"

Mingxin was very happy with the innocent appearance of her junior brother. When Minghui first came to the temple, he was still timid and guarded against everyone. To be able to recover to this level in one year, he was already very good. Satisfied, I silently thanked the Lord Buddha in my heart.

But when Mingxin returned to Kurong Temple with his junior brother, he frowned and found that the door he had closed when he left had been opened.

"Is someone here?" Minghui blinked and asked strangely.

"Well, it should be."

Neither of them thought it was a thief. Let's not talk about whether there are still bandits in the Western Desert. Even if some people with bad intentions came to Kurong Temple, there would be nothing valuable in it.

After entering, they saw a slender and tall figure standing in front of the master's door without stepping in. It seemed that he was standing outside the door talking to the people in the room.

Mingxin put her junior brother down and asked him to send the purchased cloth to the warehouse, while she walked towards the visitor.

But before Ming Xin could speak after he got closer, the man turned his head and looked at himself, then nodded and asked, "Little master, are you from this temple? I entered this place by mistake, so I hope you won't be surprised."

"The donor is serious. The temple is a pure place of Buddhism and anyone can enter." Mingxin smiled and said gently: "What is the donor's request?"

"My matter is not urgent. We can discuss it tomorrow. Can you let me stay in the guest room for one night? You may need to deal with some things later."

"This matter is simple. Can the donor just go to the abbot directly? You..." Ming Xin felt a little strange. She was about to ask when her expression suddenly became blank.

Ming Xin was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized something, pursed her lips, took a deep breath, nodded slowly and said:
"Can the donor let me see the master?"

Hearing this, the young man stepped back and moved out of the way, allowing Mingxin to see the master's face.

The monk, who had always looked old since he could remember, was sitting cross-legged on the futon in the room, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised and his eyes closed as if he was asleep.

It's like falling asleep.

"When I came, he was already like this. I didn't enter the room."

Ming Xin looked at her master's peaceful appearance, her heart trembled, and she turned around and bowed to the young man.

"Thank you, donor."

Because his junior brother was still there, he couldn't appear panicked at this time.

Mingxin's expression was as usual, she nodded to her junior brother who had finished delivering the things and said, "Minghui, take the donor to the guest room to rest."

"Okay, please come with me, donor."

The moment Minghui turned her head, Mingxin's always gentle and calm face finally showed a bit of sadness.

He bowed his head and saluted the young man who was still looking at him, and said softly:
"Thank you for your care, donor. Then I will first...save Master." (End of Chapter)