Next to the ancient Buddha in Qingdeng, surrounded by sandalwood incense, Xuan Min was dressed in plain white monk robes, his eyebrows were lowered as if he were compassionate to all living beings. He had profound magical powers, and his heart was devoted to Bodhi, but he had not lost his hair. The vast world of mortals was no more than quicksand between his fingers, indifferent.
Until a snow-white dumpling stumbled into this silent world, the little fox Yun Xiu first took shape, his eyes so clear that they were not stained by dust. Just to repay that vague life-saving kindness a long time ago, he searched thousands of mountains and rivers, finally grabbed the cold corner of Xuan Min's clothes, and never left.
Repay a favor? Xuan Min lowered his eyes and looked at the little fox who clumsily tried to pour water for his tea, but ended up knocking over the cup and soaking the scriptures. He moved his fingertips slightly, and the water stains instantly evaporated without a trace.
Xuanmin looked alienated and let the little fox wander awkwardly in the Zen room. Only when Yunxiu was disturbed by the wild birds outside the window, he quietly closed the window lattice with a flick of his sleeves. When he was playful and stepped on the mud after the rain, he silently kneaded his dirty paws and clothes. Those who tried to abduct this ignorant vixen, Or the weird mortals who have evil intentions towards him will always encounter some "accidents" silently - or they will suddenly get lost and stuck in the wilderness for several days, or they will be plagued by inexplicable bad luck and everything will go wrong.
May you be in my arms and recognize the dew on the moss.
Xuanmin (Buddha) 1xYunxiu (Little Fox) 0
Intention: I hope you will be in my arms and recognize the dew on the moss.