Who is still a serious fox monster these days

Chapter 172 Choice
"Didn't you say that I can come to you if I have anything?" the girl said playfully.

The little monk subconsciously looked at the master, only to see the master put down the food box, chanted the Buddha's name, and turned around to leave.

Good guy, if something happens, you really run away!
The young monk cursed in his heart, and then asked: "What is the donor troubled about?"

"I also want to learn martial arts, is that okay?"

"you?"

The young monk hesitated for a moment and glanced at the maid who was watching from a distance:
"Does the donor's family allow it?"

"Oh, don't pay attention to them, I'll practice mine."

The girl said, squatting next to the food box and opening it:
"Are you eating now? Let me see what you martial arts practitioners are eating."

"It's so light, can you be full?"

Looking at the vegetables and pickles in the food box, the girl immediately frowned.

"can."

The young monk sat next to the food box, picked up the vegetarian meal and said while eating:
"Have you eaten yet?"

"Have eaten." The girl responded, and then said curiously:

"If I practice martial arts, do I also have to eat these fasting meals?"

"No need, the donor can eat as he likes."

"That's good. I'm afraid I won't be full after eating this."

After the girl finished speaking, she held her chin with both hands and looked at the little monk's pharynx:

"I just said the monk's robe made from this piece of cloth looks good, right?"

Hearing the compliment, the little monk's face felt a little hot, so he had to pretend to be choked and coughed a few times:

"The young monk doesn't care about this."

"Hehe, I care. If the person who teaches me martial arts is not good-looking, I won't be interested in practicing."

The young monk was silent, and then asked after a while:

"Why does the donor want to learn martial arts?"

"You're so good at learning martial arts. I can catch ghosts like you in the future. It's so majestic."

"Catching ghosts is not something that can be accomplished overnight. Donors must be mentally prepared."

"It's okay, it's okay. I'll come over when I have time."

Hearing this, the young monk nodded and said no more.

After the fast meal, he taught the girl some basic skills and asked her to go back and practice hard.

The girl enthusiastically learned the basic movements, and then, at the reminder of the maid, said goodbye to the young monk and left the temple and went down the mountain.

Watching the two girls leave, the young monk stood there and thought for a moment, then used Qinggong to rush to the main hall.

In the main hall, the old monk was still banging wooden fish and reciting Buddhist scriptures, as if he had never changed.

"Master!"

"You left the back mountain so soon. Are you feeling at peace?"

After hearing the question, the young monk subconsciously thought of the girl, shook his head and said:

"Not quiet."

"Then why did you come out?"

"The disciple would like to ask the master why he took her to see the disciple? Wouldn't it be better not to see her?"

The old monk paused for a moment while knocking the wooden fish, then turned around and looked at the young monk:
"You won't see me this time, you won't see me next time, and you won't see me next time, but can you guarantee that you will never see me again?"

"My disciple is so good at Qinggong. If I don't want to see her, she will definitely not be able to see me."

"But why are you avoiding her? Is it because you are shameless, or is she a cannibal?"

The little monk opened his mouth, tilted his head and thought for a while:

"neither."

"Since it's not the case, why not take her to see you?"

"It's okay, but this way the disciple will miss her and make his heart restless."

"Then calm yourself down."

"But when the disciple sees her, his heart becomes restless."

"You will meet more female donors in the future, some are prettier than her, and some are more proactive in talking to you than her. Then your heart is always restless?"

"disciple···"

The young monk looked embarrassed, lowered his head and said:

"Disciple understands, then master, can the disciple teach her the martial arts in the temple?"

"Why?"

"My disciple owes her one or two and a half pieces of silver, so he reciprocates her wishes. From then on, we owe nothing to each other and live in peace and contentment."

The old monk smiled and reached out to stroke the young monk's bald head:
"I hope you are truly pure. Go ahead and make your own decision on what to do. There is no need to ask Master for advice."

"Thank you Master."

The young monk thanked him and turned back to the back mountain.

In the following days, the girl came looking for the young monk every three days.

He said he came here to learn martial arts, but after two years of training, he still couldn't remember the basic moves.

On this day, the little monk took the trouble to correct the girl's posture with a branch.

Sweat dripped from the girl's forehead, and she said expectantly:
"Little monk, is it right this time?"

"Yes. The donor must carefully note that if this action is wrong, the sense of Qi will not be born. Without the sense of Qi, the true Qi cannot be refined, and it will be impossible to catch ghosts."

"Okay, okay, I'll remember this time."

The girl's face turned red, she looked at the little monk with her big eyes and said:

"Little monk, how long are you going to face the wall at the back of the mountain?"

"I don't know, little monk, but I think it should be soon."

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

"The young monk's heart is almost at peace."

"Calm your mind? Are you not calm? Why?"

"because···"

In the middle of the sentence, the young monk saw the girl looking at him with bright eyes, and his heart suddenly suddenly changed. He changed his words:
"Because the young monk made a mistake, his mind is not calm."

"Oh···"

The girl nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Soon after, the maid waiting in the distance came forward again to urge the girl to go down the mountain.

The girl said goodbye to the young monk rather reluctantly, and then left together with the maid.

Looking at the girl's back, the little monk let out a long breath, feeling a little annoyed at his erratic behavior just now.

"I will copy the Heart-Purifying Mantra three times today!"

He walked into the cave furiously and copied incantations until late at night, and then the turmoil in his heart gradually subsided.

Looking at the water-like moonlight outside the cave, he smiled leisurely and contentedly:

"When the mind is like still water, worries will disappear."

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In the early morning of the next day, the young monk drank some mountain spring water and was about to do some exercise when he saw the girl appear on the mountain road.

"It's so early today, but no matter what you say today, I won't be upset."

The young monk smiled confidently, and when the girl came closer, he said:

"It just so happens that the young monk hasn't done his homework yet, so let's do his homework with him today."

The girl nodded absently, making the young monk feel a little puzzled.

However, he didn't ask any more questions and started today's exercise exercises.

Different from the previous two years, the girl's movements this time were very standard, and the young monk did not need to stop and correct her during the whole process.

After completing a set of basic skills, the young monk wiped the sweat from his forehead and praised:
"The donor made absolutely no mistakes today. If you continue to persist for a few months, you may be able to create a sense of energy and refine the true energy."

The girl smiled when she heard this and sat on the black stone beside the mountain stream.Wetting her handkerchief, she wiped the sweat from her forehead:
"Little monk, I can no longer come and learn martial arts from you."

The little monk's heart shrank, and his tone was a little nervous that he had never noticed before:

"Why?"

"Dad said I'm getting engaged, so I can't go to the temple all day anymore."

"..."

The young monk was silent for a long time, and then he realized that he had lost his composure and hurriedly pronounced the Buddha's name:

"Amitabha, it will be a happy event for the donor to find a good match."

"But I feel like my good match is not that person."

The girl looked at the young monk faintly and expressed her thoughts without any concealment.

Looking at her, the little monk lost his sense of proportion in front of her for the first time.

He didn't dare to look at her, and even stepped on the air and stepped into the mountain stream.

Although he was very skilled, he was confused and his body still tilted after stepping on the air, and he fell into the cool mountain stream.

Submerged under the water, he looked at the swaying sky and white clouds through the water, and a thought came to his mind:

'It turns out that no matter how many times you copy the Pure Heart Mantra, it is useless. '

The girl couldn't help but smile when she saw him lying in the water for a long time.

Being precocious, she could tell from the young monk's behavior that he had her in his heart.

Then she stood up, mustered up the courage to look at the little monk in the water and said:
"Little monk, do you want to take me away?"

"Whoa!"

The little monk stood up suddenly and looked at the girl in shock.

"If you take me away, from now on we will be a couple of immortals and heroes walking around the world, eliminating violence and bringing peace and justice!"

"No, absolutely not, it will ruin your reputation."

"It has a bad reputation there, even though it has a good reputation!"

"But if the benefactor behaves like this, how will your heart be hurt? How should you face the betrothed person?"

The excitement and anticipation on the girl's face visibly faded, she nodded and said:
"If he is not sad, then I will be the only one who is sad."

After saying that, she turned around and left without being urged for the first time.

The young monk stood in the mountain stream, watching the girl leave intently, wondering whether he should catch up.

If we catch up, as she said, will we join her as a couple to eliminate violence and bring peace to the good?

What about Master?
What about Lin Yuanwai, who arranged the marriage for her?
When the girl saw that the young monk neither said anything to save him nor caught up with him, her big tears kept falling.

In the forest, the old monk stood on an old tree and sighed softly.

After a few lifts on the branches and leaves, he flew down in front of the mountain stream, looked at the young monk who spoke out and said:
"True wisdom."

"what?"

The young monk looked sideways and saw the master arriving in front of him without knowing it. He immediately said with shame and shame:

"Master."

The old monk shook his head:

"You were picked up and raised by my master, and you did not take the initiative to join Buddhism. Now my master will give you the choice to return to secular life and leave the Lin family girl, or stay and take over the mantle of my master in the future."

Hearing this, the young monk couldn't help but feel a little flustered:
"Master, disciple..."

"Don't panic, don't be afraid, think what you want and just follow your heart."

The young monk subconsciously glanced at the girl who was almost gone, then looked at the old monk's wrinkled face, and finally knelt down and kowtowed:
"Master, this disciple is unworthy. I will definitely come back to repay the kindness of raising and preaching in the future!"

The old monk smiled and nodded: "Go ahead."

The little monk stood up and immediately used Qinggong to catch up with the girl. He stepped lightly among the branches and leaves in the forest and caught up with the girl in a blink of an eye.

Looking at the little monk falling from the sky, the girl burst into laughter with tears on her face:
"You just came!"

Seeing the girl's smile, the young monk suddenly felt at ease.

It turns out that peace of mind is so simple, you don’t need to copy the mantra to clear your mind, just see her smile.

Thinking about it, the little monk stretched out his hand and said:

"Let's get rid of the bad guys and become a couple of gods and heroes."

"it is good!"

The girl put her hand on the young monk's hand and let him pull her away.

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Half a month later, strong soldiers and horses crossed the threshold of the temple.

Elite soldiers wearing black armor rushed in, arranged in two rows on the left and right, and a young general with a stern face came in riding a tall horse.

He drove his horse all the way into the main hall, looked at the rather shabby Bodhisattva and Buddha statues, and then looked down at the old monk knocking the wooden fish.

"Master, your disciple abducted my unmarried wife. Do the Bodhisattva and Buddha know about it?"

"Amitabha, true wisdom has returned to the secular world and has nothing to do with Buddhism anymore."

The young general sneered, drew his sword and put it on the old monk's neck:

"Is this matter just a matter of returning to secular life? As the master of that person, how should I explain it to my general?"

"What explanation does the donor want?"

"The master's apprentice took away my fiancée. Even if she comes back, she will be in ruins. I won't care about it, but I will lose face with this tone. Master must let me get it back."

"The donor wants to kill someone to vent his anger?" The old monk spread his hands with an indifferent expression.

"Hey, I'm going to kill more than a hundred people. There's no point in killing someone to vent your anger, but Master must go out with me."

Seeing that the old monk was unmoved and the young general didn't care, he put away his sword and said:

"Come on, take the master into the prison car and escort him back to Guangling."

Hearing this, the old monk opened his eyes and finally sighed:

"Amitabha, the donor has made a mistake. I am not a pedantic person."

"What do you mean?" The young general suddenly felt something was wrong, and then saw a wrinkled palm that quickly enlarged.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the young general's vision went dark and he immediately fell into coma.

The expressions of the general's personal guards changed drastically. Just when they were about to speak out, they were knocked unconscious and fell to the ground one after another.

The old monk bowed to the Bodhisattva and Buddha, packed up the incense money and left through the back door.

Outside the main hall, the elite soldiers who had been waiting for half a quarter of an hour noticed something was wrong, but when they came in, they could no longer find any trace of the old monk.

Soon after this incident spread, a young monk who had returned to secular life in another state far away heard about it after nearly a year. He couldn't help but laugh and said:
"Master is so greedy for money, how could he be waiting for death?"

After laughing, he suddenly thought of something, got up and walked to the inner room of the mansion.

But in the inner room, he saw a young woman who was already pregnant, holding a letter, her eyes were red, and her tears kept falling.

"Chen Zhu, my parents, my parents, they..."

Before the girl could finish her words, she fainted immediately.

The young monk named Chen Zhu after he returned to secular life hurriedly stepped forward to support the lady and took the letter from her hand.

But I saw it written on it that all members of the Lin family, old and young, had been slaughtered, and no one survived.

"This man is so vicious."

The young monk cursed secretly, then helped his wife onto the bed, and used his true energy to help her sort out the qi and blood that were rushing to her heart.

After a long time, the girl woke up leisurely, but the incident just now caused her to move her fetus, and she was indeed about to give birth.

The young monk had never seen such a battle before, so he could only comfort the lady and quickly go to invite the midwife.

However, it seems that the destruction of the Lin family was such a huge blow to the girl that she was unable to give birth to a child for a long time.

After suffering for an hour, both he and his unborn child died.

Seeing the person he loved die with his own eyes, Chen Zhu was in a state of confusion, and three bamboo shoots appeared between his eyebrows.

If he had not left with her, the Lin family would not have died, and neither would she.

Did I make the wrong choice?
He stumbled out of the house and disappeared.

(End of this chapter)