The little monk walked by in front of the door and took a broom to stroke the fallen leaves. 

Elder Kongjing believed that he was a disciple of Youhuigen. 

It was the Mid-Autumn Festival a year ago, when the Master of Air Purification returned from the mountain, he was sitting on the side of the bridge at the bottom of the mountain, and Master Air Purity asked him, "Why are you sitting here alone and blocking my way?" 

He tilted his head and thought for a moment and said, "I'm hungry." 

Master Kongjing was stunned, chanted a Buddha name, stepped forward and touched his head, "Come with me, go to the mountain." I'll call you Mu Yu from now on. ”

He shook his head: "I have a name, my name is Guizang." 

Master Kongjing smiled, raised his feet and walked up the mountain, Guizang looked at the old man's back, and followed. 

Today, Guizang has been in the temple for a year, and he has swept the ground for a year, and has eaten for a year, but his body is still so small, as if a gust of wind can blow it away. 

Suddenly, he heard a low moan, and Guizang felt strange, everyone in the temple he had seen, every sound he knew, but not this one. In the pine forest beside him, he walked over and tightened his grip on his broom. 

"Ahh Guizang screamed in fright, because he saw a big silver-white fox, all about his age, this fox was lying on the dirt, and the blood kept gushing out of its stomach, staining the ground around it red, and the blood stains were intermittent, extending to the woods behind. 

Guizang dropped the broom, ran to the fox, and touched it lightly, the fox seemed to sense his presence, his eyes flashed, his whole body trembled slightly, and he seemed to want to stand up, but unfortunately, his weak body made it powerless. 

In a moment, the fox's body stopped trembling, and its eyes flashed for the last time to the boy in front of it, and finally slowly closed. Guizang froze in place, in the last look just now, he suddenly felt a strong unwillingness and endless grief, the despair revealed by those blue and blue eyes pierced his heart deeply, was it unwilling? Who made it like this? Guizang thought, he suddenly had a strong desire to help this fox. 

"Master Kongjing said that saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, although it is not a human being, it is always a life!" Guizang muttered to himself. He quickly took off his clothes, put the fox on his clothes, and tried his best for half an hour to finally drag the fox to his room. Wiping off a large sweat stain on his head, he muttered "You're so heavy......

Three months later. 

It's a bright moon night again, the moon stars are scarce, the cold moonlight is sprinkled, and the courtyard is clear. Guizang lay on the bed and fell asleep, the fox curled up in a ball on the ground suddenly stretched out, the silver-white hair seemed to shine with pride, and a dense mist spread out from the fox, making it impossible to see its figure. 

The fog rolled and gradually dissipated, revealing that it was no longer the fox. The delicate and tight skin, as smooth as jade, the silver-white hip-length hair is naturally curved, covering the most beautiful figure, and a pair of small vertical ears on the head, she is actually a beautiful woman! 

She raised her hand and touched her face, the corners of her eyes rippling, and a faint pink hung on her cheeks, "It's a little unaccustomed, giggles." ”

She walked to the side of the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroked Guizang's cheek, and looked a little dazed, "I haven't recovered yet, he is the reincarnation of the tenth generation of goodness, if I get his flesh and blood, I guess the demon tribulation will not be my opponent......" Thinking of this, there was a faint murderous intent in her eyes, and the nails of her index finger suddenly protruded, and she gently tapped on Guizang's chest. But in the next moment, a smile lifted at the corner of her mouth, and all the fierce murderous aura disappeared in an instant, she closed her eyes, leaned down, and gently leaned on Guizang's heart, listening to the roar of blood, and muttered: "But, how could I hurt you?" 

The window of the room opened, and a silvery-white light flashed and disappeared, and the courtyard returned to peace. Not far away, Master Empty Purity silently watched this side, the rosary in his hand slowly rotated, he closed his eyes, and whispered: "Amitabha Buddha ......"