Chapter 1972 robbery (46)

  Su Chen stared at it, his eyes were deep and gentle.

   It didn't reveal anything, and he didn't say more.

   Just smiled, picked it up, and kissed it.

   Don't even dislike its saliva.

  The attitude towards it is not like a pet, but rather like having abnormal feelings.

   Can't tell, the way is unknown.

  The fox looked at him quietly.

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   the next day.

  In the early morning, the sun gradually rose.

   The radiance was so bright that it hung on the side of the mountain range early on.

  The golden light shone obliquely, and the mountains were surrounded by mist.

  In the quiet woods, the birds are singing and the butterflies are dancing.

  The morning dew hangs quietly on the grass leaves under the tree, little by little, gathering into large drops.

   Along the veins, slide down.

   dripped into the ground.

   Silently.

  At this time, a foot came from nowhere and stepped on it.

   Immediately, a shallow footprint fell.

  The bird was frightened and flew up.

  Under the tree.

   Sandalwood is lingering, cassocks are old.

  The monk wearing plain cloth shoes appeared in the woods in such a fine weather.

  Holding a Buddhist bead, with a square and serious face.

   With thick black eyebrows, he passed through the trees.

  Like a ghost, come and go without a trace.

   came without warning, stepping across the land full of fallen leaves.

  Follow the mountain road, all the way down.

   seems to be going somewhere.

   Walk in a hurry.

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  The mountain road is narrow, steep and uneven.

  The forest beside the road is dense and overgrown with weeds.

  It was morning, and the sun was not yet hot on the mountainside.

  The wind in the woods is refreshing, with the unique smell of green grass in the early morning.

  The temperature is cool and suitable.

  The hunters in the small town who specialize in hunting for a living follow this path to the mountain.

  Carrying arrows and big knives on their backs, laughing and joking with each other.

  Talking about all kinds of romantic affairs in the town recently, commenting on which widow's taste under the skirt.

  All of them had hippie smiling faces, talking while going up the mountain.

   disturbed the tranquility of the entire mountain forest.

  The monk goes down the mountain, and the hunter goes up the mountain.

   The two pedestrians collided quickly.

   It's right on the narrow path.

   "Yo! What a rarity, he's a monk."

  The hunters rarely see a monk, which is very novel.

   "Monk, where are you going?"

  The monk in plain cassock had a solemn face and did not speak.

   Just holding the prayer beads in his hand, he walked past them.

   Walk in a hurry.

  Those hunters were treated coldly, and they were a little bit embarrassed for a while.

   "Yo... this monk, he has quite a temper."

   They carried arrows and muttered.

   "That's not right, with such a big temper, if I were Buddha, I would definitely not accept him."

   A few of them were stuck in the small road, feeling bored.

  Just as he was about to leave, the monk stopped suddenly.

   Seems to have thought of something.

   Several hunters were walking, and his voice came from behind him.

   Calm and vigorous.

   "Several benefactors, please stay."

  The hunters turned their heads when they heard the sound.

"What?"

  I saw the monk put his palms together and saluted slightly towards them.

  The attitude is not bad.

   "The poor monk is taking the liberty to ask one thing."

   "I don't know how many benefactors, can you kindly answer?"

  A few hunters who were big and thick looked at each other.

  I always feel that the comer is not good.

   Especially his attitude just now.

   It's really hard to like.

  The hunters didn't speak, only one of them spoke, which was quite polite.

   "Master, please tell me."

  The monk lowered his head slightly and clasped his hands together.

   "Amitabha, thank you all the donors."

  (end of this chapter)