Chapter 411 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 30

Before coming in, Fuchen didn't think about one question: How should she get out?

Why did the missionaries who came in before die here?

Appearing in this world and regaining sanity will make it more real: there is only one chance to become a god.

This world places heavy constraints on missionaries.

There is a problem with this task.

The world provides only so much spiritual power, and only one chance to become a god.

And if they want to go out, they must take advantage of the opportunity of "ascension to godhood" to get out intact - this means that the incoming missionaries must compete with the mission targets for resources.

The conflict arises: if you help the monk ascend, you will die here; if you ascend yourself, the monk will miss the opportunity to ascend.

Fuchen sat on the top of the snow mountain, looking at the dark mountain under the sky. I was afraid that this way of heaven was not to save chance at all, but to fish.

Catching big fish like these "mission workers".

Great gods from the upper world died in one world. Their corpses are the best resources, and the overflowing aura and fish spiritual power will change the aura of the world.

It is not clear what role the monk plays in this. But I guess he may not be treated as well as the "protagonist".

No protagonist becomes "bait".

The young monk is most likely an outcast.

Fuchen sat on the top of the mountain and looked at the moon alone, thinking about the future.

Maybe the little monk had foreseen it a long time ago.

Mu Shen...it's obviously her.

The abbot of Sihai Foxin Temple may have foreseen that the little monk's disaster would be her, so he named him "Wood God".

Half a year later, Fuchen was bored and fooling around in the mountains when he suddenly heard a loud sound of "Amitabha". He turned around and saw a huge Buddha statue sitting between the sky and the earth. The Buddha statue lowered its eyebrows and kind eyes, lowered its left palm, and closed its thumbs on its right palm.

Raise your middle finger and raise three fingers.

He has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and is tall and majestic.

The monk is out of seclusion!

The dust flew past. Sure enough, I saw the monk slowly walking down the mountain to the temple.

Fuchen stopped in front of the monk and joked, "Your strength has improved? Are you not afraid of monsters eating your heart?"

The monk pursed his lips and smiled, with a gentle light in his eyes.

"Monk, I have some questions. When will you answer my questions?" Fuchen was floating in the air, talking about his troubles lightly.

The monk's eyes were bright, and he seemed to know what Fuchen wanted to ask, "The poor monk must first go to the abbot, and then quietly scan the Buddha statues for three days. Fuchen can wait for the poor monk in three days."

"Okay." Fuchen readily agreed. As expected, this guy knows everything.

She sat on the wall courtyard, eating the fruit brought by Ah Wu, and watching the monk quietly cleaning the Buddha statue. When the day came for the monk to leave the temple, Fuchen jumped down and slowly followed behind him, not urging, but just following.

The monk took Fuchen back to his residence - this was originally the residence of the two of them.

Push open the courtyard door.

No one lives there for most of the year, and there are novice monks who are responsible for cleaning. The monastery is very clean, and there is not too much dust.

The monk sat on a futon under the big tree in the courtyard, touching his Buddhist beads and saying, "Fuchen, please ask."

He is very calm.

Fuchen followed his rhythm and was very calm.

Fuchen sat opposite the monk, stared at him, and asked, "Monk, did you know that I would be your disaster?"

"What is a disaster?" the monk asked in a calm tone.

He is always peaceful.

By his side, life is peaceful.

The monk shook his head slightly and said, "The poor monk does not think that the donor is a disaster. The donor is responsible, capable, and has the world in mind. This is the luck of the people in the world. It is not a disaster."

Fuchen listened quietly and calmly hit the center, "But I am your calamity."

The monk smiled and said, "You don't have any bad behavior, and you don't mean any harm to me. How can it be a calamity?"

"Only one of you and I will survive." Fuchen coldly tore open the cruel side.

The monk still smiled and said, "Then let the poor monk go. The poor monk will always go to the Paradise because of people. It doesn't matter whether it is you or not. Besides, the donor is smarter than the poor monk and can do better for the world. If the donor goes,

It is difficult for a poor monk to have peace of mind, and he will have inner demons. Therefore, it is better for a poor monk to go." The monk said with a smile and a calm tone.

He never thought she was Zed.

He watched her grow up, watered her again and again, chanted sutras every day, and hoped that she would grow up and become a god.

When she transformed, he knew that she would be a blessing to the people of the world and bring happiness to the world.

She was on the verge of overcoming the tribulation and becoming a god, so how could he stand in the way?

Besides, he didn't see any conflict between the two of them. If she became a god, he would also be buried a hundred years later, and both of them would die. That's probably what it meant.

But Fuchen knew what "she was his calamity" meant and "only one of them would survive" meant.

Fuchen knew the monk's future, and explained with a frown, "Monk, look at me." The moment his eyes met his pupils, Fuchen suddenly realized: The monk's eyes had always been him. He had always looked directly at him.

Biao's words suddenly stuck in his throat. There was pain in his throat.

This look is so clear, like a lake, holding people on its calm surface.

The monk is too naive, simply hoping that a living being can grow up safely and become a successful person. Maybe there is a bit of human father-daughter love mixed in here.

Because of this, she couldn't let the monk accompany him in his future.

If she owed anything to anyone, it was only the monk.

The prince's kindness is to help the dragon, but the monk's kindness is to nurture him.

The prince's kindness was repaid with Jiao joining in to help her.

The monk's kindness is not that simple.

She also didn't want a monk who devoted himself to saving people to die.

Going back is unknown. Maybe going back is a scam. Looking back carefully at Shenjun's mission, it also seems like a scam.

She would rather give it a try than compromise her own strength.

But she hopes she can be prepared before she dies.

Fuchen took a deep breath and smiled slowly, "Monk."

The monk didn't blink, staring at Fuchen, waiting for her words.

"Let's have fun in the world again." Fuchen laughed, as if the depression in his heart was let out with this breath.

If there is not much in the future, then enjoy the present. At least, live up to the time.

If you are left alone to endure loneliness, there will be more good times in your memory.

The monk smiled and said, "Okay."

He thought: There is only one step left to overcome the tribulation. He has also entered the third level, and the next breakthrough will be Mahayana Buddhism. It is always good for the two of them to enter the world and practice.

The monk didn't bother too much. He lived a clear life. He simply packed up, greeted the host, and left with Fuchen.

Fuchen transformed into a little man and sat on the monk's shoulders, and happily went on the road.

"Monk, there are so many Buddhas in the three worlds and ten directions, which one do you want to be?" Fuchen was curious.

The monk smiled and said, "I don't know."

"I hope you will become Maitreya Buddha. Maitreya Buddha is so good. You can eat well and drink enough to sleep well." Fuchen turned his head away, thinking that this idea was really good.

The monk laughed.

Going out again, the two of them no longer had the freshness and expectations they had in the past.

The road faces the sky, so walk on any side.

There is a way to go anywhere.

Practice wherever you go.

The monk walked for two days. On the afternoon of the second day, a group of people came out of the dirt path in the mountains, holding sharp knives and aiming at the monk.

They are all wild and big men. It is not difficult to guess that they are robbers.

The principle of a monk's walking is to follow one's heart. Following one's heart will lead to a den of thieves.

"Amitabha, why did the donor stop the poor monk?" the monk asked.

"Stop talking nonsense and keep all your money and food." said the leader with a sloppy face.

The sleeping dust turned into grass and sat on the shoulder. Hearing the movement, it turned into a little man, and he felt fresh and excited, "Oh? Did the robbery hit your father?"
To be continued...