Qing Leng Monk Shou × Infatuated Nine-tailed Fox Demon Attack
When the monk was sixteen years old, he personally chopped off the nine tails of the red fox.
When the knife fell, the little fox said to him: "Yun Ci, wait for me."
He waited for two weeks.
The day the stone platform cracked, the little fox came out - its fur was messy, with only one tail left, huddled in a small ball in the rubble.
It licked the blood from his fingertips, raised its eyes to look at him, then buried its entire face into his palm and let out a "squeak".
It doesn't remember him.
But it recognized him.
Half of the ruined temple collapsed, and the setting sun hung on the old elm tree.
The monk sat in the ruins holding the little fox, his knees hurting so much that he couldn't stand up.
He didn't know how many days he could live.
But what does that matter.
It waited for him.
So does he.
——If the Buddha does not cross, all sentient beings will not tolerate it. Only one person and one fox gave up the nine tails for two armors, in exchange for a reunion in the ruins——
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Intention: Why do we need to know each other again when we meet again?
