The white fox is difficult to cross 8

Mu Qingmao carefully lifted the clear space and explained in detail about his fainting.

"Guest officer, it's dinner time, I'll help you bring dinner."

Before Mu Qingmao could finish speaking, there was a knock on the door.

"No, let's go down and eat."

Mu Qingmao quickly picked up the mask and put it back on.

Sitting in the front hall, it should be dinner time, but there are very few people.

"Brother, I have a headache." A little girl about ten years old staggered out of the counter, rubbing her head in confusion and pain.

"Why are you up, lie down quickly, my brother will definitely help you cure the strange disease." The shopkeeper hurriedly ran over and hugged the thin little girl.

"Strange disease? Little fox, it's ...... with me" Jingkong looked at Mu Qingmao, who was eating vegetarian vegetables, looked at her and nodded to say yes, and said seriously: "Then we must save the people here." ”

He stood up and walked over to the shopkeeper: "Can you let us see your sister's illness?" We may have a way. ”

When the shopkeeper heard his words, his eyes lit up suddenly.

"Little master! Can you save my sister? My sister is so young that I don't know what to do with this strange disease. The shopkeeper hugged his sister excitedly

"I will definitely cure the little benefactor, Amitabha." Jingkong nodded seriously, if he can save people, he must save them.

Looking at his requigetative gaze, Mu Qingmao didn't quite understand his thoughts, but he still whispered a solution in his ear: "You just need to be Duhua and eliminate the negative factors in her body." ”

Jingkong smiled and nodded and sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the little girl in the arms of the shopkeeper in pain and fear, her heart was complicated, and she closed her eyes reverently and began to recite the scriptures, not for the sake of a new life.

With his strong belief that he wanted to save people, in Mu Qingmao's eyes, a soft golden light began to appear around him again, and the soft light gently shone on the little girl's body, the golden light became more and more abundant, and it seemed that he could hear the gentle recitation of scriptures, redeeming all beings with my thoughts, and purifying all things with my strength.

The little girl slowly stopped being in pain, and saw the shopkeeper with an excited face: "Brother! It doesn't hurt! ”

Jingkong also opened his eyes to see this scene, his eyes full of smile and satisfaction.

As expected, the spread spread of ten and hundred, and soon the people who had strange diseases in the vicinity came over, and the little monk was able to smile and agree one by one, and the pain of the people slowly disappeared in his crisp and ethereal chanting, and everyone thought that this was the incarnation of the gods and Buddhas in the temple who came to help the world, and even prayed sincerely.

Mu Qingmao looked at this scene and quietly left, and walked to the well, the person who poisoned was really ruthless, and now the living water has not washed away all the toxins, and it also contains a little strange energy, but it is already very weak.

Release your spiritual power and throw it into the well to help quickly resolve it.

Finally dissipated all the negative factors of the poisoned people, and she pulled a clear space with compassion and a satisfied smile to embark on the journey again.

"Little fox, you know, when I was chanting the scriptures, I felt that there were black things in the people's bodies, so I tried to cross, but all of them dissolved." Jingkong smiled slightly, revealing cute dimples, and clasped his hands together, savoring the feeling of novelty.

"Well, the little monk is so powerful." Mu Qingmao changed back to his original form at this time, and lazily climbed onto the shoulders of the clear space.

"I must help more people in the future and solve their troubles from the source." He nodded and smiled, the joy and expectation in his eyes that had not dissipated for a long time became stronger and stronger, and he slowly walked forward with the sound of his restarting chanting.

"Okay, if you want to transform the world, I will accompany you as you wish." Mu Qingmao gently rubbed his cheek: "Little monk......"

As if whispering, she listened, her tail flicking slightly, as if the host had returned, and her mood began to rely on trust again.

Wrong?

Mu Qingmao suddenly felt that his current state was very wrong, and the feeling now was like the feeling of being deeply subconsciously affected by the little monk in his head, just like ...... She fused with the host, and she could also know the host's feelings and the host's memories clearly, and then became a product of the subconscious.

Shaking his head, he gently jumped down from the little monk to restore the humanoid mask -

Sure enough, I've been a fox for a long time...... For the time being, it's better to hurry up and get back to your mind.

In the next few days, he seemed to have a deeper understanding of the Dharma, and there was no big trouble during this period, just some help or help, at least he was a little more mature, and he no longer took everything on himself without principle.

Finally, as long as there is one more day to travel, they can reach the imperial city, and the two of them will rest in the mountains and forests nearby, anyway, more than once.

Mu Qingmao was in a very good mood and picked a lot of wild fruits nearby as a meal, and then took out the dry food and water he had exchanged for before, and a sumptuous dinner was born~ Waiting for the clear space to skillfully use the fire box to raise the fire, the warm fire lit up the neighborhood, and it really didn't feel ordinary.

"Amitabha." Jingkong didn't know why he suddenly recited a Buddha horn, and at the same time, a bush of grass in his distance sounded as if something was there.

Every time Mao is calm, there will be trouble, a woman, a poison, and a ...... Okay, it's not strange that the monk Pudu sentient beings are there, but can you rest for a while...... I can't wait quietly for dawn to enter the imperial city, I want to see what is coming again!

Mu Qingmao turned his head and stood up and ran to the edge of the grass, there was a little demonic remnant, alas? took a closer look, and slowly pushed away the weeds along the demonic aura.

The more I walked, the more I felt a faint fishy smell, and finally I saw a small ...... behind a bush Bamboo rat essence... And there was a piece of human finger on his mouth, his entire upper body was half-dried blood, and his red eyes looked at Mu Qingmao with a fierce look and was about to run.

If it hadn't been for the apocalypse before, Mu Qingmao felt that he would definitely vomit, but now he didn't feel anything, and he reached out and lifted the tail of the bamboo rat to be lifted.

"Amitabha...... Little fox beware! This youkai has broken the killing ring, and must cross it. Jingkong clasped his hands together and his face tightened, and when he saw the blood stains on his finger and the monster, his eyes flashed with vigilance and persistence, ready to chant the scriptures.

"Let go of me! He deserved it! It was he who killed our whole clan and skinned it and sold it for meat, and what did I get if I gnawed him to death to fill my stomach! The little bamboo rat screamed and struggled in Mu Qingmao's hands, its little eyes red and bloodshot, and its sharp claws even scratched her palms.

"Little Monk ......" Mu Qingmao was in pain, but he wanted to ask a little more.

"Master said it! When you encounter a monster who has broken the killing ring, you must cross! ”

After speaking, Jingkong went against the usual without any room for refutation, and began to chant the scriptures firmly, and he was actually able to control the golden light slightly, making it faster to rush into Mu Qingmao and the bamboo rat in her hand.

"Wait! Little monk! Mu Qingmao turned around and tried to block the golden light.

But no, the golden light is surging everywhere.

"This was my home! It's you who broke in! I killed someone, but how could people let us go! ”

The bamboo rat screamed miserably, and his demonic energy was gradually swallowed by the golden light of merit, and the demon ...... Without demonic energy, you can only become an ordinary animal, or a dead end.

She was stunned to see that the bamboo rat was not struggling in her hands, and her eyes returned to black and white, but there was no agility at all.

"Little monk, if I kill someone, will you cross me?"