There is a little monk in the mountains

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No matter how much Mo Li struggled, the huge suction force couldn't help but pull Mo Li into the void. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Exhausted and with a splitting headache, Mo Li's eyes darkened, and he fainted heavily.

"Look, there's another fox, maybe he's trying his luck again."

"Alas, I really don't know what these foxes think, in order to see the living Buddha, they actually mutilate themselves like this."

"The living Buddha is really powerful, and these monsters are really whimsical."

"Hurry up, let's go. It can only be blamed that the Living Buddha is too tolerant and partial to the fox clan. ”

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Before Mo Li could wake up, she heard a fly-like sound in her ears, and she couldn't sleep well.

"Who let the ancestor of the fox clan produce a nine-tailed sky fox?"

"That's right, I don't know how beautiful the nine-tailed sky fox is, so that the living Buddha can automatically give up the opportunity to become a Buddha."

The voices of the two men grew apart until they disappeared into two small black dots.

Mo Li opened her hazy sleepy eyes, stretched out her tongue and licked her paws skillfully, and then patted her fox head.

Yes, I came specifically to see the Living Buddha, how could I fall asleep in this thatch.

As soon as she thought of the Living Buddha, Mo Li's eyes lit up.

There are portraits of the living Buddha Chenghui and the ancestor Mingzhu nine-tailed fox hanging in the ancestral shrine of Huming Mountain, and it seems that the two people are really a good match.

The story of the living Buddha and the ancestors is even more poignant and moving, and the world knows it.

The ancestors are nowhere to be found, but the living Buddha Chenghui is still alive. So, no matter what, she must see the Living Buddha.

However, it seems that he is too ruthless, what if he is really seriously injured and dies.

Hey, when did you know how to heal? Mo Li found that countless knowledge, medical skills, formations, and cultivation techniques that she didn't know before suddenly appeared in her head, and there was a little cute baby in her body consciousness.

Could it be that he slept in the thatch of this spiritual mountain and suddenly opened his mind? Mo Li was overjoyed, it seems that this place with a living Buddha is different.

No, the injury is too serious, she should recuperate first and then find a living Buddha.

According to the medical prompts that popped up in his mind, Mo Li dragged the little stump leg and slowly crawled to find the herbs that could be used.

Lingshan is full of aura, and there are excellent quality herbs everywhere.

It is said that the good name of the ancestor An Shen Doctor spread all over the mainland, and this medicinal material is also a seed sown by the living Buddha himself, and I don't know how many years of changes have taken before it has grown into what it is today.

Although it was the first time for Mo Li to pound medicine to bandage the wound, her movements were not unfamiliar at all. It's like this, she's done it countless times.

It seems that he is also a self-taught genius. Mo Li looked at the bandaged wound and said complacently.

Looking at the green fur smeared with medicinal juice reflected in the stream, he looked like a clown.

Mo Li was extremely suspicious, such a strange and nondescript appearance, could he make the living Buddha take a fancy to it?

Looking at the reflection of the sad spring and autumn, self-pity and self-pity, Mo Li, who was talking to herself, didn't know that the handsome earth-shattering living Buddha in her mouth had seen her.

Of course, what caught Chenghui's attention was the bandaging technique that made him give birth for no reason.

"Little monk, it's your turn." In order to make a name for himself as a miracle doctor, every time he applied the medicine and bandaged it, the little fox would ask him to tie the last knot in the days when he traveled all over the world.

That's because the little fox likes to tie a beautiful bow at the end, but she is clumsy and always can't tie it well.

Just like the fox descendant in front of her, she can heal injuries, pound medicine, and bandage all of them, and her movements are as beautiful as a painting, only the bow is her hard injury.

Well, he learned the word bruise from a little fox. His little fox is so smart, there seems to be nothing in the world that she can't do.

Thinking of the little fox, the little monk who is famous for being cold and not eating the fireworks of the world, the corners of his eyebrows and eyes are filled with warmth and happiness.

It is in stark contrast to the silent hanging paintings and wordless carvings that fill the room.

The furnishings in the meditation room are the same as they were hundreds of years ago. A bed, a desk, a suitcase, a copper basin......

For hundreds of years, there was nothing but countless pictures of foxes or good-looking women.

Whether it is a fox or a woman, they are all very expressive. It's like a stroke, a smile, and even a strand of hair all condense the great effort of the writer.

"Where are you?" Looking at the smiling woman on the wall, the little monk muttered.

Mo Li, who was constantly criticizing his image by the stream, suddenly trembled, as if something was about to erupt.

"Why, it suddenly hurts so much here." Mo Li stretched out her little paw and put it on her heart, her eyebrows frowned slightly, a little confused, and a little confused.

"Sister, sister." Just when Mo Li was at a loss, a soft and glutinous voice suddenly remembered in his mind.

Mo Li subconsciously remembered the soft and white glutinous rice dumplings.

"Who, who's talking." Mo Li looked around vigilantly.

"Sister, have you forgotten Xiaoyu? You are the owner of Xiaoyu. The voice of the glutinous rice dumplings was extremely aggrieved.

Mo Li pouted, from birth to the present, except for taking her own initiative to find Chenghui Living Buddha, she has never gone out to Huming Mountain, let alone recognized a thing that she didn't know if it was a person or a ghost.

"I don't care what it is, leave my consciousness immediately, or don't blame me for being unkind." Mo Li said fiercely.

"Sister, I am Xiaoyu, and I am also a jade bracelet, we have signed a master-servant contract, unless you take the initiative to terminate the contract."

"Say, how to lift." Before Xiaoyu could finish speaking, Mo Li interrupted coldly.

Anyone who suddenly has a non-human or ghostly thing in their head will be scared, okay?

"Woo woo, sister, do you really want Xiaoyu?"

The corners of the glutinous rice dumplings grinned, and he let go of his throat and cried, which made Mo Li upset, and his brows were furrowed tightly.

"Don't cry, okay?" Mo Li yelled irritably, what is this?

"Sister, you, you won't have amnesia like the story says. Well, it must be like this, otherwise my sister wouldn't have talked to Xiaoyu like this. Xiao Yu stretched out her white chubby fingers and pointed at Mo Li tremblingly.

"Amnesia? You think this is a speech book, you just have amnesia, and your whole family is ......."

As Xiaoyu transmitted her memories to Mo Li without warning, Mo Li rolled her eyelids again and fell into the river.

It's just that the expected cold touch of the stream didn't appear, because a transparent light curtain appeared in front of Mo Li's half-leaning body. (To be continued.) )