How long can a fox trap a human trap him?

Answer, the net made by the fox's little strength was conquered by the angry monk in less than twelve hours.

At that time, the fox was still carrying the fishing rod hard, hanging a small net pocket stuffed with a few dates, and a few purple-red fruits with a very poor taste but abnormal thirst-quenching, these were the fourteenth ran a lot of places to try one by one, carefully selected again, who knew that Angelica did not appreciate the feelings, but thought that this was a sigh to eat, and the struggle was more intense, so that the net pocket that grabbed him was broken, and the fox who was sitting on the trunk of the tree and holding the fishing rod fell, and the fruit was worse than the net pocket and the fox, and it was not a place to fall, just caught the monk who fell down, and was sat flat by the monk's buttocks！

Skimming it, dyed the juice color of the back hem of the angelica monk!

Not good.

Fourteen didn't think about it, she jumped and turned over, fiddling with her four legs and running away as soon as she slipped through the smoke, but she was fast!

The monk's buttocks hurt, and he forgot to put on that unfortunate coffin face for the time being, and when he noticed the image problem, he looked up and saw that the fox had already slipped away, and he didn't know where he had fled.

He wanted to chase, but when he lifted his footsteps, he remembered' Something, then he looked up at the net pocket that had netted him before, thinking that if there was a bird chased by the natural enemy to run over here and hit the head without paying attention, and thus be bitten and killed by the natural enemy, it would be too unjust to die, so he lifted his sleeve, took out a long strip of cloth from the cloth bag, tightened the long sleeves and robes that were in the way, climbed the trunk of the tree with all his might, untied the net pocket, and untied the self-made sign of the fox, squatted under the tree and nibbled a few mouthfuls of dry food, drank a little water, and then took a step, with intuition, and continued to chase on the road.

I didn't go far, I saw myself holding a dagger stolen by the fox, but as soon as I saw the dagger, the monk's face immediately looked like a coffin, just because the dagger was like a treasure enshrined by a good woman full of girlish feelings, weaving a beautiful flower nest, and the dagger lay in the flower nest.

Behind the nest stood an old bark, and the bark was full of the fox's beautiful and neat font, which read, 'The treasure of the dog and the big monster, it is strictly forbidden to touch it!'

I think the fox was in a hurry, and then it dropped its treasure...

Seeing this, the angelica monk wanted to pull out the dagger and become a demon on the ground.

He came to the flower nest in a few steps angrily, picked up the dagger, and was just about to pound the flower nest, when he noticed that something was moving in the flower nest, and it was in the pile of thatch and velvet in the flower nest, up and down, left and right.

This demon can't be some kind of poison that is harming people inside, right?

Angelica's face was even more ugly, and he carefully picked it open with a branch, trying to determine what kind of murder was hidden inside, but what caught his eye was a little chick with broken wings!

The fledgling had not grown its feathers, but it had lost a single wing, and it was obvious that it was a new wound, and it could also be seen that the wound was still smeared with the color of herbal juice.

The little chick felt that the softness on the top of his head was lifted, and he thought that the mother fox had returned, and opened his mouth to wait for feeding, so startled that the branch in the monk's hand almost fell off.

It's so surprising that it's not a harmful poison?

Angelica can't help but be natural, picked up the little chick and stuffed it into his coat pocket, only then did he notice that there seemed to be something under the haystack, picked it up, it turned out to be a small character written with pigments, and the material should be the juice of what vegetation, neatly and neatly, all said that the handwriting is like a person, not to mention when the fox learned the words, just look at the handwriting neat and beautiful, but can not hide the Ling Ran Qi flowing between the lines, as if the person who wrote these words is a powerful person?

Ling Ran's anger, just that fox, this is ridiculous!

Pick it up, there's another piece underneath, pick it up, there's one more underneath?

Writing a lot, Angelica frowned, read the content above, and was so angry that he directly broke these dead old bark into pieces!

"The little demon waited here for a long time and didn't come, but he picked up a broken bird and died of a young child who depended on each other, if you can see this suicide note, it must be that the little demon was beaten to death by the angelica monk. If that's the case, the death of the little demon is innocent, and the good man should not feel sorry for the little demon. ”

"It's a pity, the little demon is dead, and the devil planted in the heart of the angelica monk in the past has succeeded, and from this move the evil fork shows off his might, and acts as a blessing in the heart of the angelica monk who purifies all sentient beings, and threatens this monk who should have become a Buddha day and night. Sigh, sigh, sigh!"

"The monk is innocent, for this, the little demon is sorry and sad. In this case, I hope that the good man can fulfill it, find the monk Angelica, and inform the little demon of his last wishes, and the little demon is grateful. Please be sure to say and listen to Angelica: Qingben is virtuous, when you purify all sentient beings, overcome suffering, and become a Buddha on the ground. ”

I'll break it! I'll break it!

The so-called suicide note was broken by the monk.

What the?... That must have been beaten to death by the angelica monk???

If it has this awareness, what else will it run?

What else is called an evil fork? He understands the word evil, this vixen is scolding him in disguise, who is the evil in the end, no, this is not important, fork? Is this evil a metaphor for the Zen staff left by the master to him?

It's just abominable!

Wish?

Qingben is virtuous, when he purifies all sentient beings, overcomes suffering, and can become a Buddha on the ground?

In fact, I want to sue him, hey, monk, don't chase me for revenge, the monk should have the appearance of a monk, don't stop this monster from doing all kinds of evil...

The more he thought about it, the tighter the monk's brows wrinkled, the more unfortunate the coffin's face became, and the killing intent could rise to the sky and wipe the sky!

"A demon is a demon, how cunning and treacherous!" he gritted his teeth in hatred.

The monk took all the treasures of the fox (those bulletin boards or something) to spread his anger, and by nature, he still failed to reach out to the innocent chick who was so-called dependent on the fox, and in the end, he was not carefully feeding the chick, all the way to the fox's clues, all the way to the lonely bird.

What the monk didn't know was that when he was angry, the little fox was puffing out his big smooth eyes, hiding not far away to observe him without blinking, until he was sure that Angelica was not killing, and took the bird on the road.

She knew that the cohesion of the broken net pocket could not withstand the excessive struggle of an adult, so Angelica's escape was inevitable. She is not so stupid, hoping to play with the body of a small animal to play prison, imprisonment, style, education, and education, so as to successfully brainwash the hateful monk. And the position of Angelica's dagger, but she took great pains to pick up the best viewing point, if the monk is crooked, it is a big deal for her to carry the nest and move, find the dagger that was left behind, and then find the suicide note or something, just act when you have the opportunity.

Don't worry, there is a long way to go, although the fox's demon pill was destroyed, but the life span also began to be recalculated from the moment it was destroyed, so, it is not surprising that she can make a monk for more than ten years, and it seems possible to influence a monk in ten years.

It's a big deal that you don't have enough time, and you become a demon!

The corners of the sand fox grinned, it should be laughing, but it's a pity that this body can really show her soft side of smiling like a spring breeze, a fox face, how cunning you look...

The monk walked all the way into the desert, away from his starting point, away from their earthen temple, farther and farther away, but the monk can endure hardships, no matter how big the sun shines, no matter how cold the night breeze, can not stop his persistent faith.

Along the way, the luck was not so good, and he never met the caravan and travelers who crossed the desert, and the kettle was almost at the bottom, so the monk endured it and accumulated the water to the fledgling in his pocket.

The fourteenth who followed behind was actually thirsty, but now she is a sand fox, far more resistant than humans in terms of physique, and even consumes less than humans, the kettle she carries around her back, almost never willing to eat more, is so thirsty that she can't support it, only a little bit, a full kettle, she was carried by her for such a long way, even she herself admired her willpower.

It wasn't until the monk completely cut off the water for a few days and fell unconscious in the desert that Fourteen stepped forward with four legs, carefully put together a few mouthfuls of the source of life saved in the kettle, and before the monk woke up, chewed the minced pieces of dried fruits that were about to be steamed, stuffed them into the little chicks, and fed some water.

The monk woke up and continued walking, and his overdrawn body lasted not long, and before the night fell, he found a sheltered place and fainted again.

Fourteen, the unknown logistics soldier immediately went into battle again, the little meat palm probed the monk's high temperature, sighed, fed the water as usual, and broke some dried fruit pomace and stuffed it into the confused mouth, looking at the wind and sand night, she rushed out without hesitation, and traveled hundreds of kilometers overnight, originally in order to find something that could alleviate the monk's condition, but I didn't expect to be lucky and met the caravan.

Calculating the travel time of the caravan, she was afraid that when the caravan arrived, the caravan would be abandoned in the desert because the monk was too sick, and the caravan was unwilling to accept the drag.

She rummaged through a lot of good things, for the monk is a treasure of survival, not to be found on the way to drive away, left behind the burden behind the back, in order to save her life, she had to take a bottle of syrup in her mouth, a soft towel wrapped around her neck fled into the night, and went away.

When the fox ran back, the monk was still burned in a daze, and when he glanced at her, he didn't even have the unfortunate face of jumping up the coffin, and it was possible for a person to return to his childhood in a groggy state when he was extremely weak, just like the monk did at this time.

glanced at Fourteen in a daze, and a soft sentence popped out of his dry throat: "Dog, I dreamed that you turned into a monster and ate the master..." ”

Fourteen fed the stolen syrup to the monk and drank a little, fed some more water, put down the soft towel wrapped around his neck, and covered the monk with his mouth, afraid that he would catch the wind, and carefully picked up the four corners, and finally circled it into a circle, like a pure natural fur scarf and hung it up, covered the monk's chest and neck with his own body temperature, listened to the monk's intermittent dreams, and pinch the time to feed him water and syrup from time to time:

"Dog, the master lectures, you have to listen carefully, it doesn't matter if you don't understand, if you listen for a long time, you can open your mind..."

In the biography records, this passage should come from a time when the little fox demon was chanting the scriptures of the monk, naughtily jumping up and down, trying to pull the little monk to play with him.

So the little monk smiled mildly and held it in his arms, not letting it jump out and spread wild, and said to her, you have to listen to the master's lectures well, so that you can open your mind as soon as possible, and in the next life, you can get rid of the animal path and cultivate the human body.

The little fox demon didn't understand what the monk said, but it liked to see the little monk laugh, so he obediently lay in the little monk's arms, listened to the hypnotic scriptures, fell asleep, and slept with the little monk's saliva in fine clothes.

"Dog, is it delicious? This is the female bodhisattva of the North Noodle Soup Shop..."

This scene is also recorded, and it should be followed by: ... Bring the Buddha to worship, the master said that the sacrifice can be changed, I will bring it to you to eat as soon as possible, are you very happy?

"Dog, are you really a fox?

The night is dark and the wind is strong.

But the little fox's fur is very warm, warming the weak angelica...

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