The white fox is difficult to cross 6

Mu Qingmao guarded the clear space behind him, but the woman in red had a very familiar smell.

"Giggles, little fox, this is the person you are waiting for~" The red fox covered his lips and smiled, his eyes clear and clear.

"Are you, Red Fox? Sister Red Fox, thank you last time! ”

Mu Qingmao stopped her vigilant posture, if it weren't for the red fox, she would have failed the mission and died on the mountain.

"Silly boy, how can our fellow clan use the word thank you." The red fox smiled, and her humanoid eyes were very charming.

"You guys! You're in this group!! What about my sister! What about my sister! The woman screamed and watched the atmosphere become more and more harmonious, and she didn't run and shouted in place.

The red fox's eyes were cold, and with a wave of his hand, a figure wearing coarse cloth was thrown onto the woman's body, obviously without the breath of life.

"Ah!!h The woman violently pushed away the cold and stiff 'sister' on her body and screamed, and the horror exploded in an instant and turned to run.

The red fox restrained the woman in place with just a snap of her fingers, and then the woman continued to struggle as if she was being choked by something, and her face slowly turned blue with lack of oxygen......

"Wait! Although the female benefactor is a fox demon, why should she hurt people's lives when she cultivates in this mountain, her sister is already dead, why not spare her life? "Clear empty hands folded, and there is occasional golden light on his body.

"Spare her life? Then who will spare the lives of my children and grandchildren! The red fox held back her disgusted gaze, if it weren't for the fact that this little monk was brought by her, she would have become a corpse long ago when she said such things.

"They just strayed into the territory of the female benefactor, how can they lose their lives because of this, the female benefactor ......"

"Shut up!"

The red fox sneered and interrupted the immature and clear voice of the clear space: "Spare her life!?" The two of them took the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum from the entrance of my cave, and forget it! I don't know what I used to break the barrier and enter my cave! Kill me eighteen little fox cubs!! Who will repay their lives! And who will pay back! Little monk, for the sake of you, you were brought by Xiaohu, leave quickly! Or you'll stay here! ”

"Little monk, let's go!" Mu Qingmao turned her head and bit the corner of the little monk's clothes, she finally understood what the smell on that woman's body had always disgusted her was, it was the blood resentment of the fox clan! If you get it, you are an enemy, and there is nothing wrong with the red fox.

"I'll come." Seeing that the woman couldn't hold on, she stared at the eyes of the red fox seriously: "I'll pay it back, I just hope that the donor will let go of the hatred, and I will definitely cross the dead souls, so that they can be reincarnated with peace of mind." ”

"Little monk! You are crazy! Mu Qingmao's eyes widened, this is not the time when he wandered with the little fox, at most, he was helping to exceed, or distributing dry food, this is his own life!

She really couldn't understand it!

"Okay, then you can kowtow a hundred times here to pay tribute to my fox spirit, and I won't kill her." Red Fox smiled and stopped.

Hearing this, Jingkong actually began to kowtow on the ground, and his firm gaze had a belief that Mu Qingmao didn't understand at all.

"Stop! Little monk, are you a fool! They deserve it! ”

Mu Qingmao used his spiritual power to transform into a human form, and the prototype was too small to pull the clear space at all.

Reach out and hold him to stop kowtowing, and never let him bow his head.

"Youkai!!! The woman on the side saw her face and fainted in fright.

Jingkong couldn't say what he wanted to insist, he looked at her in a daze, and the indescribable emotions in his eyes kept surging, and there was no calm just now.

The red fox sighed softly, but he didn't expect that even if the little fox cultivated spiritual power, it didn't lift the curse on his face.

"Little monk, let me tell you, don't kowtow! It's okay if you're kind and like to help others, but why should you bear their cause and effect! Mu Qingmao held the little face of the empty flesh and said seriously word by word. This is only fifteen years old, and he must not be allowed to grow crooked, and the normal feelings of the people he taught the host before are no problem, why has he changed himself!

Qingkong couldn't speak, obviously feeling that he should be right, Buddha Yun: Saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, and there is a Buddha who can cut meat and feed the eagle, so it should be right to sacrifice himself to save people? But listening to her words, I always felt that it was me who was wrong.

The red fox looked straight at the stalemate between the two, how could the monk's stubbornness be easily reversed, and sighed.

Hearing the voice of the red fox, the little monk was stunned, nodded at Mu Qingmao, and continued to kowtow again and again, until his head was already red and even a little bloodshot oozed.

She stood to the side angrily, stomped her feet, and her eyes were red.

"Hahahaha, I will follow your wish, I will not kill innocents indiscriminately, your loud head can only be exchanged for the safety of their family." The red fox laughed as if he was laughing or helpless, and with a wave of his hand, the fainted woman was no longer alive.

"The grudge has been avenged, so let's go."

With the sad laughter of the red fox, her figure gradually disappeared in the mist.

The fog cleared, leaving only Mu Qingmao and Jingkong speechless.

In the end, Jingkong didn't say anything, pulling his cute face, silently beside the two corpses, the golden light occasionally emerged from his body to look extraordinarily warm, maybe it was an illusion, Mu Qingmao seemed to really see a few white points of light slowly dissipating between heaven and earth.

Mu Qingmao was also silently reciting the transcendent scriptures, just for the sake of those young foxes who had just been born and were murdered.

Then Qingkong looked at her face sullenly: "Little fox, does it hurt?" ”

"It doesn't hurt." Mu Qingmao knew that his face should be miserable, and he had just touched all the uneven scars, and his smile was probably even more terrifying. "Little monk, do you blame me?"

"I don't complain, I only blame myself." Jingkong gently touched her hair, but there was a bitter smile on her obviously childish face, and her young mentality revealed the rudiments of compassion to help the world.

No, you have to get it back, at least you can't save everything, and when you complete the task, this little monk won't be trapped...... The human heart is not that simple.

Mu Qingmao thought about it and started the journey again with the clear space, looking at the little monk who had not thought about it, it seemed that he had to find a way, this temple is too rigid to teach people, in his own opinion, it is a flood of love...... Although it is also possible that he himself misunderstood

。 "Little monk, what are you doing?" Mu Qingmao looked at Jingkong curiously, holding a piece of wood, and didn't know what he was doing.

"I'll get you a mask, and you can walk with me and see the outside world, don't be afraid." The clearance is serious while playing with wood.

Mu Qingmao was stunned and smiled, he was not happy to think of himself: "Little monk, let me tell you a story." ”

Gently climbed onto the empty head, lying comfortably, whether he responded or not, and spoke softly......

With her soft voice, the little monk slowly listened to the story......

"Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain...... Phew, it's wrong, once upon a time there was a very rich and kind good man, he had to help many people every day, from a small help at the beginning, to a big busy, and slowly even used his own property to help those so-called poor people.

When the good man gradually can't hold on, his family property is gradually gone, his body collapses, and he can't help others more, but the people who are used to being helped are very dissatisfied.

The good name became infamy, and the infamy became notoriety, and the good people became the greatest evil, for they were all spoiled, the fields were about to be abandoned, the fishponds had not introduced new seeds for a long time, and soon the village was gone.

Do you think that if he hadn't helped in the first place, would the village have been as peaceful as ever, and in a sense, was this village destroyed by him? ”

The clear space was silent for a long time, as if he had figured out something, and his body emitted a warm golden light that only Mu Qingmao could see, and then slowly converged, and then he smiled: "Little fox, I understand!" ”