This story took place in Kyushu about 3,000 years ago.

Western Regions, Great Zhou Dynasty.

Since the beginning of Taizong, the Great Zhou Dynasty has believed in Buddhism and worshiped Buddha.

Therefore, Zen Buddhism is a great religion in the Western Regions.

Although it is not said that everyone is Zen, there are countless believers.

It's July, and it's hot.

The heat wave was raging, and it was really hard.

"Monk, what are you asking for when you chant Zen and chant Zen?"

On the edge of the fishing desert, in an oasis, there is a temple with a long tradition.

It turned out to be a fox who spoke.

The fox is a young fox with a beautiful ruby-like fur.

Lying on the tree, blinking his eyes, he asked the little monk who was kneeling cross-legged and chanting Buddha under the tree.

The tree has a hundred feet, and the top can reach the sky.

I don't know how this little fox climbed up, it's really amazing.

The little monk is not very old, but he looks like he is eight or nine years old, but he is a young man.

Singing lightly, the little monk slowly raised his head and met the fox's gaze through the gap in the leaves.

smiled slightly, and said softly: "I picked it up by the master, and he gave me the Dharma name Golden Cicada." I think that since Master calls me the golden cicada, there is nothing wrong with reciting and practicing meditation every day. Fox, what are you called?"

"No politeness!" The fox blinked his black jewel-like eyes, glared at the little monk, and snorted: "Didn't your master teach you that a monk can't just ask a girl's name?" But yes, seeing that you don't hate it, it doesn't hurt to tell you, my name is Yue Ruchu, it's good, right? This name was given by my father, he is the most powerful demon king in this oasis!"

The little monk looked at the fox and was slightly in a daze.

After a long time, he blushed and spit out a few words, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were a girl..."

"You, you little monk is really hateful!" The little fox was not happy, bared his teeth at the little monk, waved his little paws, and said angrily: "What? Where do I not look like a girl? Don't look at this girl like this, but my father said that when I am successful in cultivation and turn into a human form, I will definitely be the most beautiful woman in the world!

"I... I didn't mean that!" The little monk lowered his little bald head and said cowardly: "I'm sorry..."

"Forget it, who made this girl the kindest and most generous in this Shatuo Prefecture!" The little fox waved his paws angrily, and said happily: "I will forgive you if you are a little fool as a little monk!"

"Oh!"

The little monk nodded, and then stood up and walked towards the main hall.

Look at that bald head, it really looks like a dull fish!

The fox was in a hurry, and when he saw that the stupid monk was leaving, he hurriedly jumped down from the treetops to stop him.

Unexpectedly, before he could get close, he was bounced away by the sudden Buddha light on the little monk's body and crashed back into the tree.

"Stinky monk, you! you! you bully!" The little fox was about to cry, lying on the treetops and staring at the dazed little monk under the tree, very aggrieved, "I'm going to call my father to swallow you!"

"I didn't mean it!" the little monk hurriedly explained, clumsily climbed up the treetops, and saw that the little fox was not injured, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and said slowly: "Master said, on the day he picked me up, there was a Buddha light looming in the west, and the golden-winged Dapeng struck the nine skies, and finally drilled into my body together with that Buddha light. Somehow, it became my protective glow, and the monster couldn't get close to me!"

"Stinky monk, you are a monster!" The little fox was even more aggrieved, and cried loudly: "I am a fox fairy, not a monster! My father is the governor of the Shangzhu Kingdom of Qingqiu Country, and he is the greatest fox fairy in the world, so I must be the most amazing fox fairy when I grow up!"

It was about the first time to see the 'girl' sad, and the little monk was even more at a loss, scratching his little bald head in annoyance, not to go, not to go!

Seeing that the little monk looked so dumbfounded, the little fox who had been spoiled by his father and queen mother since he was a child couldn't bear it.

So, lying on the linden tree and crying even more.

Tears fell down in tears, and the cry alarmed the abbot of the temple.

Hurriedly finished meditating, ran out of the meditation room, and said in horror as he ran: "I said little ancestor, don't cry, your father and mother will go back to Qingqiu and hand you over to the old monk to take care of, if your unreasonable father comes back and knows that you have been wronged in my small temple, then you will have to do it! If you don't tear down the old monk's bones, then you will definitely not be able to become a Buddha!"

"I said Jin Cicada, you are going to kill the master!" The old monk is a well-known monk who has attained the Tao, and he is about to become a Buddha, and there is a faint Buddha light emerging behind his head, his hands are folded in a form of great sorrow, frowning, and glaring at his apprentice, "Amitayus Buddha, I said that you still don't coax your aunt and grandmother, don't expect Master to wipe your ass for your own trouble!"

"Oh!" the little monk was obedient, nodded obediently, sat down in front of the fox, and said seriously: "I'm sorry..."

"I won't forgive you for the second time!"

The fox stopped crying, turned his head away, and snorted softly in a proud manner.

The old abbot breathed a long sigh of relief, bowed his head slightly, recited the Great Compassion Mantra, turned around and walked back to the meditation room to continue the practice that had just been forcibly terminated.

"That, that, fox, can you not ask your father to break my master's bones?" The little monk was honest, took the fox's words seriously, and carefully discussed: "If your father is really angry, you can ask him to break my bones!"

"Fool, idiot, stinky bald head!Stupid wooden fish!" The fox was angry, his little paws slapped the little monk's monk's robe indiscriminately, bared his teeth and said: "My father is so kind, he is not interested in tearing down the bones of you big bald heads and small bald heads, at most he will set a fire to your monk's temple!"

The little monk was stunned again, and whispered, "That... Let's dismantle the bones of the little monk!"

"Hmph, I know I'm afraid!" The little fox raised his little chin arrogantly, blinked his big eyes, smiled slyly at the little monk, and said, "It's okay if I want to forgive you, but you have to be my follower!"

"Follower?" the little monk scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "What do you mean?"

"I don't understand this, stupid monk!" raised his paw and nodded his little bald head, it was rare to be a teacher, the little fox shook his head proudly and said: "Follower, just listen to me, let you go east and not dare to go west, tell you to beat dogs, you can't kill chickens!"

The little monk frowned together, and said melancholy: "However, monks can't kill!"

"Stupid monk, you are hopeless!" The little fox rolled his eyes widely, jumped off the treetops, and when he was gone, he did not forget to say to the little monk: "Remember! This girl's name is Yue Ruchu! You are now my follower!"

The little monk seemed to be shocked by the rogue momentum of the fox, and was stunned for a long time, and when the fox ran away, he said in a daze: "I remember..."

......

At night, it finally got a little cooler.

The little fox rolled around in the chamber used to entertain pilgrims in the temple during the day, but he couldn't sleep, and he couldn't help but think of the stupid little monk during the day.

When the fox slipped into the meditation room, the stupid golden cicada had not yet slept.

Under the light, holding a Buddhist scripture and reading it with relish.

In the other hand, he also holds a cup of hot tea.

Looking at each other, the tea in the little monk's mouth almost squirted out.

The little fox was a little embarrassed, twisted, raised his paw and pulled down the Buddhist scriptures in the monk's hand, "I can't sleep, when I'm at home on weekdays, I want the queen mother to tell stories to make me sleep! You are my little follower, you have to tell me stories!"

As soon as the words fell, the little fox got into the arms of the little monk, took a nap comfortably, and urged: "Hey, little follower, don't you tell this girl a story?"

Storytelling?

The little monk was in a dilemma.

The preaching is okay.

But you can tell a story, no...

After frowning and thinking for a long time, I finally remembered one, which the master used to tell him when I was a child, "That little monk will tell you a story about the three refuges!"

"Doesn't it sound good?"

"I don't know, maybe it sounds good!"

"What do you mean maybe? Good is good, bad is bad!

"Hmm... That's good!"

"That's not going to be fast!"

"Once upon a time, there was an old monk who was always patronized by thieves..."

The lights are flickering, and there are many moths on summer nights.

After a while, a layer of moths fell from the green light.

"Hey, stupid golden cicada, you say these moths are so stupid, don't they know that they will die like this?" The fox squinted his eyes and touched the dancing flame with his paws, but was stopped by the little monk.

"Amitabha!" chanted the Buddha trumpet, and the little monk buckled the lampshade on the side to the green lamp, "Master said, moths have great wisdom! Moths fight fires, knowing that they can't do it, and there will be a big Buddha fate when they are reincarnated!"

"Your master is really good at talking!" the fox yawned, and was about to fall asleep, "first tell me the story, but then what happened?

The little monk reopened the book, and while reading the scriptures, he said slowly: "Later, he couldn't bear it anymore. And it came to pass, one day, that the thief came again, and he said unto the thief, Come in through the crack in the door, and I will give you whatever thou wants."

The fox rolled around on the little monk's bed, listening to the story, and before he knew it, he was a little drowsy.

Between the breaths, there is a faint sandalwood all over the place.

After a while, before the little monk could finish telling the story, the fox yawned a lot and said inarticulately, "Stupid monk, in addition to taking refuge in the Buddha, taking refuge in the law, and taking refuge in the monk, there are four refuges, I will tell you about it later...", and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up the next day, the monk was gone.

It was still early, and the fox walked out of the meditation room in a daze, and saw that the little monk had already knelt in the hall and started the day's morning class with the teachers and brothers.

Just turned around and saw the sleepy-eyed fox, the stupid monk secretly curled the corners of his lips.

The little monk was very busy every day, chanting, fetching water, and cleaning the courtyard......

It seems that there is always work to be done.

Also, now I have one more job to do, which is to tell stories to foxes.

At night, the little fox would sneak to the meditation room to listen to the little monk tell stories.

At first, the stupid golden cicada refused.

With a red face and a serious speech, he said that the girl's family could not come to other people's rooms at night.

The fox didn't care, and told him very seriously that he was not a human, a demon, and a demon fairy.

Later, I gradually got used to being 'disturbed' like this.

It is worth mentioning that the fox loves to listen to the story of 'refuge' the most, and he never gets tired of listening to it.

Later, when he saw that the monk liked to read scriptures, he pestered him to learn to write with the stupid golden cicada.

The patience of the little monk is excellent, starting with the simplest words.

Helplessly, the fox has not yet been cultivated into a human form, so he can only use his two furry front paws to clumsily hold the end of the pen to learn.

At first, the fox couldn't even hold a pen.

Later, I was able to write many words crookedly.

Under the lights, moths fluttered in all directions.

The word that the fox is going to learn today is a Zen word, the cicada word of the golden cicada.

I have been learning for a long time, but I always use the excuse that the cicada character is too difficult to write, so I have to teach the monk by hand.

Who knows, when the golden cicada raised his hand and pinched the little fox's paw to write the cicada word, the fox raised his head and kissed the little monk's chin.

Jin Cicada was startled, and his whole body froze.

I whispered a few words of the Buddha's name, and it took a long time before I pointed at the fox and said, "You... You..."

I talked about you for a long time, but I didn't say a complete sentence.

The fox is not afraid of stupid monks!

With two little paws, he held the head of the stupid golden cicada, and kissed it again on the shiny little bald head, and then he was satisfied as usual, occupying the monk's bed, and rolling around happily.

The little monk blushed, leaned his head against the corner of the table, and felt a fever in his earlobe.

When the little monk finally fell asleep, the fox secretly opened his eyes, tiptoed to the table, raised his paw to hold the brush, dipped it in ink, and secretly wrote a big 'cicada' on the monk's wrist, and then jumped on the bed and fell asleep with satisfaction.

......

......

Spring and autumn, autumn comes.

The fox finally cultivated into a human form, and after her father and queen mother retreated, she became the most powerful demon king in this oasis.

Within a radius of thousands of miles, it doesn't matter if he is a big demon or a small demon, whenever he hears the words 'the moon is like the beginning', his body will instinctively tremble and sway.

Why?

I was bullied miserably!

Fortunately, there is still a monk in the oasis ancient temple who can suppress the fox.

Otherwise, the life of the youkai really can't be lived.

Every time, when the fox bullied the monster, the monk named Jin Cicada would always appear in time, and then subdue the fox in three or five ways.

In the end, it is one thing and one thing.

In front of the monk, the fox is always the one who loses.

The days go by.

The monk finally became a famous monk in Kyushu.

It is said that within ten years, the Buddha's position in the Pure Land of the West will inevitably be expected.

As for the fox, he has also become the big demon king of Kyushu, and he is the well-deserved leader of the "Kyushu Beauty List" in Tianji Tower.

From Great Xia in the Southern Regions to Great Qin in the Northern Regions.

From the Great Shang of the Eastern Regions, to the Great Zhou of the Western Regions, and then to the Great Yu Dynasty of the Middle Regions.

Those giants, the Supreme, all don't want to marry foxes as wives.

But the fox, it seems that no one looks down on him.

It doesn't matter if you are the supreme of the human race or the demon king.

Those who dared to come to the door to propose marriage were all beaten away by a sword!

However, the fox's cultivation is really high.

In just a hundred years, it has become the supreme existence of the fox clan, the nine-tailed sky fox.

What remains unchanged is that the fox is still bullying the demons, and the monk appears to save him.

......

Finally, the monk is about to become a Buddha.

When she knew the news, Yue Ruchu smiled at the corner of her mouth, drank three jars of liquor alone, and went to the Qingqiu Frontier with her sword to kill the great enemy of the troubled fox clan.

To the west of the western regions of Kyushu, the hidden green hills.

To the west of Qingqiu, there is a great wilderness overseas.

The great wilderness is vast, connecting the four seas.

On it, there are countless wild beasts.

The king of the wild beasts has always been the great enemy of the demon clan.

Entrenched in the wilderness on the edge of the green hill is the supreme existence among the wild beasts!

When the monk arrived, it was the time when the moon was burning with the king of desolate beasts.

"Evil Barrier!"

The golden cicada was shrouded in the light of the Buddha, and his eyes were about to split, like angry King Kong.

The rosary in his hand was thrown out, and the supreme being in the desolate beast was torn apart.

"Stupid monk, what are you doing?" a sly smile, the fox fell into the monk's arms, looked at the more handsome cheeks, and asked softly, "Am I going to die?"

Jin Chanzi's expression darkened, and after a while, he frowned and said, "Don't talk nonsense." ”

"I was thinking of dying with the Nightmare Demon Beast..."Yue Ruchu smiled heartlessly, but her eyes were red for some reason: "Once the Buddhist door is opened for a thousand years, the stupid golden cicada, it's really too late if you don't go." ”

"Already missed. ”

The monk looked at the woman who was getting weaker and weaker in his arms, and said softly: "I'll take you home!"

The voice fell, and the fox could not refuse, and carefully put her on his back,

"It seems that no matter how long it takes, he is still a stupid monk!"

The fox lay on the monk's back, tears wetting his clothes.

Jin Chanzi's footsteps paused slightly, and he sighed helplessly, "Master said that my name is Dazhi Ruoyu!"

One step, is a hundred miles.

In the evening, I finally returned to the temple.

Under the Bodhi tree, a monk and a fox sit side by side.

"Stupid monk, I used to hear you tell stories about refuge. Today, I would like to tell you a story about my refuge. Yue Ruchu leaned her head on the monk's shoulder and asked him with red eyes, "However, you have three refuges there, but I have four refuges here, do you want to listen?"

Stretching out his hand to gently cover the fox's eyes, the golden cicada said softly: "Okay!"

"Reach out. ”

Yue Ruchu pinched the hand of the golden cicada, and just like a beginner in the summer of that year, she wrote stroke by stroke in his palm, reading while writing.

She recited a sentence, and the monk followed suit.

"Taking refuge in the Buddha..."

"Take refuge in the Buddha. ”

"Convert to the law..."

"Convert to the law. ”

"Take refuge in the Sangha..."

"Take refuge in the Sangha. ”

"Refuge..."

At the thought of the fourth refuge, the fox stopped, looked up at the monk, and said word by word, "Refuge... The moon is as good as ever!"

......

......

Night.

In the sky, a bright moon.

Under the Bodhi tree, the monk, known as the first mage in Kyushu, suddenly folded his hands and sat down facing Mingyue.

The moonlight is densely laid down, like brocade.

The golden cicada recited the Buddha's name and said loudly: "The little monk Jin Chanzi is willing to use his Buddha power as a guide to pray to heaven." The little monk is willing to fall into the six realms of reincarnation and cultivate for another three thousand years, and change the Qingqiu Moon as before, this life is worry-free!"

The fox lay in the monk's arms, rubbed his fingertips, and said sadly: "You... Why bother?"

The monk smiled lightly and said, "I knew that I couldn't do it, but I was willing." ”

The fox smiled, faded into a human form, swayed the nine-tails, raised his head to look at the monk and said softly: "Three thousand years, so long! Stupid monk, I will accompany you." ”

Above the nine skies, the thunder fell from the sky.

At the last moment, the golden cicada hugged the fox, her lips slightly raised, "Refuge, the moon is like the beginning!"