Buddhism

Chapter 1

The old monk went up the mountain to practice alone. At night, there were many wild animals on the mountain. At night, the old monk would climb a big tree to rest.In case I was caught by a wild beast while I was asleep.

In the early morning, the sky was just getting bright, the mountains were shrouded in mist, and the morning dew was slightly heavy.The old monk was startled awake by the noise.Subconsciously holding the wooden stick on his body, he looked around warily.

I saw a fiery red fox under the big tree, bowing its body, with its hair on end, growling and baring its teeth, confronting a gray wolf.The wolf dragged its gray and black tail and walked back and forth non-stop.His nose roared, and his green pupils stared at the red fox closely with a sharp light. He raised his head to the sky and roared, with fangs and mouth, and his front hooves pawing the ground, ready to go.

Scarlet blood was flowing from the red fox's legs, soaking its soft fur.It has been chased by the wolf for several hills, and it has no strength, and its teeth and lips are just bluffing.

The evil wolf pressed on step by step, and the red fox's red pupils vigilantly guarded against the gray wolf's attack, trembling and unconsciously retreating, and step by step, it was forced to retreat under the big tree where the old monk was.

When its back bumped into a big tree, the red fox's heart sank, and he looked around in horror. There were not stone walls, thorns tightly wrapped around each other, and towering trees.It was terrified and helpless, already in a situation from which it could not retreat.Its eyes were covered with a layer of hopeless gray, and it knew that it might be doomed this time.

The evil wolf stared at it, and the red fox was seriously injured, and his life was dying.The old monk was anxious, he held the stick tightly, stood up cautiously while leaning on the branch, thinking in his head how to drive away the vicious wolf and save the poor red fox.

Just as the old monk was still thinking.The sword was on the verge of breaking out, and in an instant, the wolf launched a fierce attack on the red fox. The red fox was cornered and there was no way to retreat.With a sigh of relief, he reluctantly fought the wolf.

It is not as strong and strong as the wolf, and its teeth are not as fierce and sharp as the wolf.The leg was seriously injured again, and he was no match for the wolf at all, and it was the limit to resist a few moves with difficulty.

The gray wolf pounced fiercely, seeing that its sharp fangs were about to bite the red fox's neck.

The old monk thumped in his heart, he could imagine that after being bitten so hard, the red fox might immediately bleed on the spot and die without a whole body.At the moment, he was very anxious, completely ignoring that he was already old and weak, with a body of old bones that had not been used.With one leap, he used his own body as a weapon to slam the wolf down hard.

He prayed devoutly and prayed to the Buddha to bless him to hit it, otherwise his old bone would have to be buried with the red fox.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, Gray Wolf was hit by the catastrophe, his head hit the ground and he didn't recover for a while.

The old monk only felt a pain in his chest, his body and mind trembled, and a fishy smell rushed to his throat. He gritted his teeth and suppressed the blood force.He quickly glanced at the height of the tree, and secretly rejoiced that he was old and weak, so he couldn't climb much higher, otherwise, even if he was hit by a wolf, he might end up with a broken arm and broken leg at this time.

The situation is critical, there is no need to delay, and he can't take care of so much at the moment. He stalked his numb waist and legs, and while standing up, he did not forget to silently say: "Amitabha, sin, sin!"

The old monk turned around and looked at the dazed gray wolf, picked up his own stick and patched a few sticks on the gray wolf's head.He controlled his strength and didn't beat it to death, but just wanted to make it faint for a while.It's better to buy more time so that he can escape with the red fox.

If not, when the wolf reacts, then he and the red fox may only become food in the wolf's belly.His original intention was to save the fox, not to add rations to the wolf, nor to kill the wolf.As long as he is not beaten to death, he has not violated the monk's way of not killing.

Holding a wooden stick, the old monk vigilantly poked the fallen wolf.The wolf didn't even notice and didn't move at all, he had already passed out.After confirming that the wolf had completely fainted, the old monk secretly heaved a sigh of relief.In an instant, he was in a panic again, and quickly hugged the struggling red fox in his arms, raised his legs and hurriedly ran down the mountain.

The old monk is over sixty years old. Although his legs and feet are sharp, his body is no longer as strong as when he was young.He suffered another internal injury just now, and he stumbled and ran for half a day before he descended the mountain.After looking around at the terrain and confirming that he had arrived at the foot of the mountain, he was relieved and stopped with complete peace of mind.

The heart was beating violently as if it was going to jump out of the chest, the whole body was trembling, the heat was flying around, and the brain was a mess.

The old monk held the red fox in both hands, panting heavily, and moved step by step to a small stream not far ahead.The long runs left him exhausted and thirsty.He secretly sighed: Sure enough, it is useless when you are old, and you are so exhausted after running for half a day.I think back then, not to mention staying in the monastery, even traveling outside, running for a day and a night was absolutely no problem.

The old monk arched his back and clubbed his trembling legs, and sat down by the stream without standing still. He had no feeling in his hands and threw the red fox on the grass.Hungry and thirsty, he immediately bent down and took the clear water by the stream and drank it in big gulps.

Maybe he drank too much water, and choked up all the blood that was suppressed just now.The old monk stared blankly at the bloody water floating on the river, and the bloody water was diluted by the flowing stream after a while.

After a moment of sluggishness, he didn't frown in pain, but instead mocked himself with crooked eyes: "I'm old, it's useless!" The teasing tone didn't really care about the blood.Because he knew that without this catastrophe, his own lifespan would not be long.

Being able to save a life in the remaining time can be regarded as the heart of his merciful Buddha.

He stabilized his mind and washed his face and neck all over. Gradually, his disordered breath calmed down and his heartbeat returned to a normal rhythm.This can be regarded as a complete slowdown.

The red fox half-closed its eyes, it saw the blood in the stream.Eyelashes lowered, expression slightly startled.It doesn't quite understand why the old monk, who has never met before, risked his life to save it.

The old monk looked back at the red fox curled up on the grass, his half-closed eyes looked weak.Carefully picked it up, washed the wound on its leg carefully with clean water, took out the wound medicine in his cloth bag, sprinkled it on its wound, and tore off his clothes. The gown was made into strips of cloth and bound up.

Then he checked the rest of Chihu's body inside and out, and after confirming that there were no other injuries, he nodded in satisfaction, and said to Chihu: "Although the injury is a bit serious, fortunately it didn't hurt the muscles and bones. It will heal in a few days."

The red fox nodded when he heard this, stuck out his tongue and licked the palm of the old monk's palm, looked at the old monk with clear red eyes and was very grateful.

The old monk was taken aback when he saw this, and then he remembered that since ancient times, there has been a saying that all things have animism, and they can be formed through cultivation.This red fox looks very special, and it is not unusual to think that it has become spiritually intelligent.Immediately, he beamed and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you, little thing, to be enlightened, not bad."

Feeling the dryness of the red fox's tongue, the old monk immediately took water to feed the red fox.After drinking, the red fox curled up its weak body and lay quietly in the arms of the old monk.

The old monk looked at the bright red sun in the sky above, and estimated that it was already Si time.

After waking up in the morning without eating anything, and running for his life for so long, the old monk just felt empty in his stomach, and bursts of hunger struck him.He lowered his head and dug into his cloth bag, and took out a half-cornered and very stiff vegetarian cake.

The old monk pursed his lips and looked pale.This is his last ration, and it will be gone after he eats it.

Looking down at the obedient red fox, the old monk thought it must be hungry too.Without hesitation, he directly divided the cake into two portions, and put the other half into the red fox's mouth: "Come on, give you half."

The little fox sniffed the vegetarian cake, but didn't smell anything. He seemed a little disgusted and didn't say anything, just looked up at the old monk.

The old monk patted the red fox's head lightly, while nibbling on the cake in his hand, he said helplessly, "This is all I have left. If you really dislike it, then you can only starve."

The cake was really too hard, the old monk chewed it very hard, it took a long time to chew it into pieces, but it felt too dry to swallow.He took a handful of stream water and drank it before he swallowed the cake.

The red fox saw the old monk eating the cake so hard, and immediately stopped being pretentious, and ate it silently.Although it has no taste and is very blunt, it is better than nothing and an empty stomach.

One person and one fox finished eating the cakes, got up slowly, and chose a big tree by the stream to stand still.The big trees are lush, and the green leaves block the sun in clumps.The old monk nodded in satisfaction: "Let's rest here." After saying that, he half-lyed down against the big tree, and the red fox nestled in the old monk's arms fell into a deep sleep within a moment.

The old monk squinted his eyes. Excessive exercise made him physically and mentally exhausted, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

By the time the old monk woke up, it was already time.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the red fox staring at him. He turned to look at the sun, and sighed in his heart, he is getting old, and he is really able to sleep more and more.Immediately, he thought that it would be a good thing if he could fall asleep peacefully like this.

He sat up, hugged the red fox Yidao in his arms, and asked: "I thought you would leave as soon as I woke up, but I don't know why you followed me, a bad old man?"

Although the red fox has developed spiritual intelligence, he can't speak, and he can understand but can't answer.So it just looked at the old monk and rubbed against his arms.It was not a fox in this mountain at all, but because it escaped for its life and strayed into the mountain, it was panic-stricken when it ran for its life, but it couldn't find the way back when it left.

The body is still injured, not only weak, but also inconvenient to move.Rather than wandering around in this dangerous forest, it is better to stay by the old monk's side.The old monk has a body protected by Buddha's light. If he is not willing, ordinary ghosts and ghosts will not be able to get close to him. It seems that it is safer to stay by his side.

Seeing this, the old monk also knew that the red fox was weak, and he was afraid that it would be hard to put it back in the forest.I saved it with great difficulty, but I can't turn around and become the food of other beasts again, that would be a waste of work.

Forget it, since he can still move now, let's help him heal his injury before making plans.

The old monk looked at the smooth and shiny fur of the red fox. Red foxes are rare, and the fur of red foxes is even more expensive.The dignitaries in the city love such fine fur cloaks in winter, which are warm and can show their wealth and status.

And the Orion at the foot of the mountain wanted to catch such a valuable fox and sell it for money.If such a high-quality red fox can be caught and raised to a larger size, the silver taels in exchange will be enough for their family to spend for several years.

The old monk has limited mental strength, and he can no longer deal with those villains with ulterior motives.Therefore, he didn't plan to go down the mountain, so he took the red fox to cultivate in the mountain.

One person and one fox walked around in the mountains, drank the clear water in the river when they were thirsty, picked wild fruits in the mountains to eat when they were hungry, and if they were sleepy, they would find an open space everywhere, lie down and close their eyes to sleep.As long as the place is dry, nothing else matters at all, but it looks very comfortable.

A month later, the red fox's injury has almost recovered, and he can jump and jump.It is playing around in the forest, lively and active, ecstatic.

The old monk smiled at the corner of his mouth, looked at it kindly for a while, and said silently: "Very good!" He knew that his time was running out.

The sky suddenly became stormy, billowing dark clouds hit, and heavy rain was approaching.

The old monk took the red fox to a previously discovered cave and settled down.

At night, the cold air in the cave was overwhelming, and the rain seeped in from the crevices of the rocks, dripping.It was damp and cold, and an open fire was useless.

The old monk sat cross-legged on the ground, holding the sleeping red fox in his arms.Looking at the dancing flames calmly with his eyes, he stroked the red fox's hair with his palms, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and slowly closed his eyes.