After understanding the true identity of this thing, Bai Qinghan smiled: "I don't know what kind of powerful monster it is, but it's just a rat spirit."
Ruyi's eyes widened and she said angrily: "You monster, tell me quickly, why are you here disguised as the abbot, and why are you pretending to be a ghost to fool us away? What is your purpose? Where is the abbot now?"
The whole body of the rat spirit was frozen in the ice, unable to move, and unable to explain. It was just that his eyes were covered with tears, and he looked a little miserable.
Ruyi made a gesture to Snow Girl, and with a wave of Snow Girl's sleeves, the ice melted into a puddle of snow. The mouse spirit fell to the ground, its hair soaked, and it glanced at everyone before preparing to run away again.
Bai Qinghan grabbed its tail and lifted the huge rat spirit upside down. Its limbs were dancing in the air and howling.
"You still dare to run? If you run again, believe it or not, I will pull out your tail! Tell me the truth!" Bai Qinghan was so cruel that the rat spirit really didn't dare to do it again, so he had to beg for mercy: "Spare me, I
It's just a matter of loyalty to others. Don't blame me."
"Who entrusted me to you? Can you tell me?" Ruyi asked.
"Master Abbot..."
When the abbot was mentioned, the mouse spirit began to cry sadly again.
"Speak quickly!" Bai Qinghan raised his hand and threatened.
The rat spirit covered his triangular head and shouted: "Don't hit, don't hit, I said it's not okay!"
…
The years are long and nothing is wasted.
It’s still this temple, still this monk’s dormitory.
On a summer afternoon, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, but the young monks still could not rest. They meditated on the spot outside the abbot's dormitory, reciting boring and lengthy Buddhist scriptures over and over again.
The cicada kept chirping tirelessly, and midges occasionally jumped up in the grass, attracting the attention of the young monks.
There is an old sycamore tree next to the monk's dormitory. Its broad sycamore branches and leaves provide a large area of shade. A young monk happened to be under this shade. The warm breeze blew, and the words on the scriptures he held in his hands gradually became blurred. The young monk
Somewhat drowsy.
I don't know who shouted: "There are rats! Catch the rats!"
Then I saw a huge mouse holding a steamed bun in its mouth. It jumped left and right, plunged into the pile of young monks, and was about to escape outside.
The little monks suddenly woke up and hurriedly blocked it. The little monks stood in every corner. No matter where it went, they would clap their hands and stamp their feet to scare it. It had nowhere to go and was surrounded.
Unable to move.
A brave young monk caught the mouse in his hand and squeezed it hard. The mouse howled in pain.
Although they are monks, they are still just children after all, and they do not have the big concept of life and death. Some of the young monks got playful and wanted to pull the tail of the mouse, and some wanted to pull the ears of the mouse. The mouse was miserable and ashamed.
Angry again.
The young monk in the shade couldn't stand it any longer. He walked up to the one who was catching the mouse and said, "Junior Brother Yideng, please leave this mouse to me."
Yideng raised his head and glanced at him, then covered the mouse in his arms and said, "No, I caught this mouse. Senior Brother Yiku, if you want it, you can catch one yourself."
The young monk pointed to the shade of the sycamore tree and said, "If you give me the mouse, I will change places with you. I will bask in the sun outside and you will chant sutras in the shade. What do you think?"