Chapter 382 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 1
Returning to space, Fuchen sat in the darkness for a long time, unable to recover.
In this life, she worked really hard.
In the past, she was always as lazy as she could, living her daily life. I don't know where she started, but there were times when she regretted that she couldn't be strong and couldn't protect them.
It's not easy to get the villain to accept you, and it's not easy to get along with the villain, but in the end, most of the time, sincerity is rewarded with sincerity.
She and Wan Fan were forced to separate after they were 3 years old, and there was always suspicion. Wan Fan's method was not in line with Fuchen's values, and it was not easy for the two to maintain the distance between their hearts.
At the end of his life, Fu Chen still felt sorry for Wan Bran. His growth and loneliness.
If he is wrong, then it is all his fault - this kind of sadness and powerlessness is always buried deep in my heart.
Slaughter the inner disciples of hundreds of families, eliminate the power of hundreds of families, push down the barriers of knowledge, raise the level of common people's education, and reduce the cultural height... Whether it is a success or a mistake is highly controversial.
Fuchen sat silently in the darkness, his heart as calm as water, as if he did not exist.
[Host...] The system approaches carefully.
It's only been a few worlds, and Fuchen's character has already changed little by little.
The system is worried about whether the floating dust affects the Taoist heart and whether it needs to be practiced.
Fuchen looked at the little meat bun system and said nothing. He looked down at the snakeskin bracelet wrapped around his wrist.
Amang's father has been silently helping him in this life.
The world has a strong suppression on outsiders, and even strong men from advanced worlds cannot easily deal with it.
Fuchen gently touched Amang's father and explained, "This is my practice. It's just practice."
She didn't want Amang's father to worry. Before she died, she also let the python leave. This snake skin was entwined with a ray of his soul. Amang's father, a cultivator with a mind as clear as a mirror.
[Host, do you want to rest?] The system stepped forward.
Fuchen shook his head.
[The Lord God has given me an explanation, I hope you will not come into contact with love again in the future. It will delay the progress of the mission.]
Fuchen chuckled. This time Wan Chen was probably the worst lover.
Her lovers all have their own lives and rhythms, and they always seem to take over the villain's job.
Fuchen had already guessed that these lovers might be the same person, or some unlucky guy who was going through a tribulation in the lower realm.
Fuchen ignored it and reached out to find the task.
The system pushed the task bar over, and Fei Fei enthusiastically recommended it, [Do you want the system to help you find it? During this time, a bunch of tasks have been dropped. We can search slowly, find a very simple task, and then complete it quickly.]
Fuchen ignored him. She no longer thought about completing the task quickly. Now she just wanted to find someone who was interested in him, someone who had a good connection, and someone who would go to him in the world.
Whether it’s a child or a partner, Fuchen feels like he can do it all.
I quickly browsed through a pile of missions, and suddenly a mission section attracted the dust.
[Mission World: "Self-crossing of Gods and Buddhas"]
[Task requirement: Prevent the protagonist Wood God from degenerating into a demon, or kill the demonized Wood God.]
Just for a moment, Fuchen felt that he was destined to this.
A feeling somewhere called to her.
Fu Chen looks through the mission: This world is the world of gods and Buddhas, with the underworld and the royal family of the human world. The Wood God is the chosen son. A place has been reserved for him in the heaven. When he achieves the results of his cultivation, he can choose between gods and Buddhas. But the underworld
In the underworld, the Wood God is always unable to achieve positive results in cultivation, and even degenerates into demons, destroys the basic structure of the three realms, releases evil ghosts to return, and transforms gods and Buddhas into ghosts, causing chaos in the three realms.
Faintly, Fuchen felt that this introduction was very informative.
Fuchen stood there, looking at the word "Wood God" on it, as if he felt the call, and froze on the spot.
"I'll do this." Fuchen looked at the system with certainty.
The system stared at the system, hesitating, [Host, this is S-level, the most difficult.]
When is it not difficult?
Where is the easy road now?
The system flew around the dust and the task bar, and Rou Baozi's body exuded light, "[But this is really difficult. The task target is a monk, and no suitable child can approach it. There have been records before that the task person was unable to come out after entering, and was directly killed. Even
The system cannot follow.】
So powerful?
"What's going on?"
[This world itself is also an advanced world, but there is a problem. This villain is the origin of the protagonist, and he belongs to the lower realm of tribulation cultivation. He has a lot of energy, and he can become a Buddha with a thought and a demon with a thought. His growth affects the development of the world. In this way
Even if a person dies, he will still find a way to recover his luck.】
[Although it was Tiandao who sent the message, we suspect that the profound gods and Buddhas inside have understood the rules of Tiandao and in turn controlled Tiandao. Even if we go in and complete the task, the other party will not let us go. They will kill us directly.
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Fuchen thought of Wanchang.
Wan Fan's cry as a child could not be heard, and no one listened. 31 years old is considered a short life, but it is also considered a long life.
"Can we prevent Heaven from discovering it?" Fuchen asked.
【Unlikely.】
Fuchen thought deeply that if she wanted to influence and help, her own strength should not be too bad. She must bring some of her original strength with her to protect herself.
Fuchen thought deeply, "Please help me keep an eye on my spiritual consciousness and memory, and open it for me when necessary. Erase my memory in the early stage. Hide it and don't show up."
The system flapped its little wings and said nothing.
"My original power must be brought with me. If necessary, help me call the Lord God to help me come back."
The system flew in front of Fuchen, staring into Fuchen's eyes, [Host, have you ever thought about when you will not do it after completing the task? 】
Fuchen noticed something strange in the system, "What's wrong?"
The system shook its head and stared at the snakeskin wrist on Fuchen's hand, "You definitely can't take this with you. The system will keep it for you."
The snake skin disappeared, and the system stared at Fuchen. Without waiting for a greeting, Fuchen felt like his world was spinning...
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"Oops." Fuchen opened his eyes and felt severe pain all over his body.
"Ouch, my bones are broken." Fuchen complained, holding on to his old waist.
Suddenly there was a strong wind, which made people unable to stand up straight.
Fuchen looked up and was surprised to see the giant, "Yeah!"
A huge finger stretched out and touched Fuchen's body.
"Oops." Fuchen fell to the ground, got up again, and put his hands on his hips, "What do you want to do? Sue you, touch me, and I will kill you!"
As soon as a loud voice came, Fuchen saw the hands clasped together and raised high in the air.
"Donor, the poor monk is rude. The poor monk will give water to the donor now."
Fuchen stared blankly at those hands, so high, so high. He might die.
Pretending to be awesome.
Then he saw these big hands lifting him up.
"What are you going to do? Ah? What are you going to do?" Fuchen kept slapping his big hand, and then he was horrified to find that his hand was green, with green tentacles.
Fuchen stared blankly at his hands, then at his own body. Her body was green, all green, and very slender. All around her was dirt. There was also a maroon-colored loach emerging from the soil. Two.
Kong looked at her with no eyes.
The floating dust is disgusting.
I tried to move my feet, but it hurt.
Grass, she is a piece of grass.
"Ahhhh~" Fuchen was hit on the head by the water just as she cried. Fuchen raised his head, covered in water, and poured water on her with one hand.
"What are you going to do? Are you going to kill me?" Fuchen immediately became fierce when he saw something was wrong.
"Ah?" There was another loud voice. He saw a pair of huge lantern eyes approaching him. His bald head turned, with one ear facing him.
"Donor, please tell me."
Fuchen stared blankly at the smooth patch on his ears and smiled, "Hahaha, you are bald, you are bald."
"The poor monk is a bald man. Please tell the donor what you need so that the poor monk can help you." The giant said.
"Let me look at you up and down."
"good."
The bald head picked up the floating dust with its roots, and slowly raised and lowered it.
Only then did Fuchen see the person clearly. He compared the table with the person. Judging from the person's appearance and height, he was just a seven or eight-year-old monk. "Hahaha, you have a little bald head." She pointed at the bald head and smiled.
The little bald man put Fu Chen to his ear, heard clearly, and said with a smile, "Yes, the poor monk is a little bald man."
"Then why are you called a poor monk? Aren't you just a young novice at your age?" Fuchen was curious and not afraid of this monk.
"Yes. At my age, I should indeed be a novice monk. It's just because I have a special status and am a monk bestowed upon me by the head of the temple." said the young monk.
"Are you the illegitimate son of the temple chief?"
The young monk shook his head, "Amitabha, the poor monk is not."
"Then you are the son of the royal family?"
The little monk still shook his head.
"Then whose son are you?"
The monk smiled and said nothing.
Fuchen was bored and shouted, "Hey, help me catch the earthworms in the soil, they are so ugly."
"Okay." The monk followed the advice, carefully dug up the soil, caught the earthworms, went out for a while, and then came back.
"You killed them?"
"No, the poor monk just put them back into the soil." said the young monk.
"Hey, little monk, do you know who I am?"
"The benefactor is a monster that is rare to see in a hundred years.
"Ghost?"
"Yes. The grass becomes a spirit and turns into a spirit."
"So I'm a grass spirit?"
"yes."
"What are you, little monk?"
"The poor monk is a young monk from Foguang Temple, and his Buddhist name is Mu Shen."
"Hahaha, how can any monk call himself a god?" Fuchen laughed, this monk is still real.
Monk Mu Shen also laughed.
"Then I also tell you, my name is Fuchen. Fuchen's Fuchen."
The young monk nodded, "What a good name."
Emphasized three times.
After Fuchen finished speaking, he looked around. The house was very simple, with futons, wooden fish and basic furniture, without any decoration.
Seeing that the grass had not moved, the little monk continued to ask, "Donor, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Fuchen shifted his gaze from the surrounding environment to the mountain of bald head. When he realized what he was asking, he tried to move his body. He felt that his legs were particularly uncomfortable. He pulled his legs out of the soil and ran from his palms to his wrists. He still wanted to continue walking.
I was so dizzy that I turned around and walked back. After taking two steps, I collapsed.
Damn it. Fuchen secretly cursed, are you so cruel that you can't leave the soil? He propped up his body and tried to move, but he couldn't. He gently pinched Fuchen with two fingers and placed her on the soil, and fiddled with it with his ring finger.
Soil, bury the roots of fallen grass into the soil.
"Donor, what do you need?" The little monk put his ear close to listen.
Fu Chen felt weak, "I can't move my legs, it's very uncomfortable." No, it's the roots. Originally, the roots could move and swim around, but now they can't even move.
The little monk thought for a while, carefully placed the dust and soil on the table, then ran out and brought in a wriggling earthworm.
"What are you doing? What are you doing? Don't come here!" Fuchen was a little angry. Other creatures were fine. Does this thing have eyes? Are the two holes looking at him disgusting, especially when he thinks about this thing constantly being at his feet?
Or she feels nauseous when her feet squirm, but she can't move!
The little monk didn't hear it, but saw the grass shaking his body and placing the earthworms on the soil. The earthworms instinctively dug into the soil.
Fuchen was so frightened that he pulled out all his roots and said, "What are you doing, dead monk!"
The young monk's expression remained unchanged (he did not hear what was said), "Donor, you feel uncomfortable because the water you just poured has glued the soil together, and you need earthworms to help you loosen the soil."
Fuchen pursed his lips - shaking his two leaves, he realized that the monk was right. Looking at the small-looking squirming soil in the wet soil, Fuchen had nothing to say. This small piece of land was no bigger than a human palm.
The land is something she can survive on.
If you don’t like it, don’t like it. It involves life. There is nothing pretentious about floating dust. Insert the roots into the soil. The roots in the soil will continue to occupy the deepest and most generous volume until they reach the bottom. The floating dust pokes and prods, but still wants to go deeper. The roots are a bit
It hurts, give up. Look up at people.
The little monk squatted down and looked at Fuchen and asked, "Is the donor okay?"
"Humph." Fuchen turned around, stretched out his two leaves, felt uncomfortable, and shouted to the little monk, "I'm hungry!"
The little monk tilted his head and put his ear close to listen.
Fuchen yelled again, "I'm hungry!"
"Oh." The little monk's voice reached Fuchen's ears like the sound of a mountain.
Shaking the leaves, the floating dust instinctively reduces discomfort in this way.
The little monk held the soil with both hands and put the floating dust on the windowsill.
The floating dust picked up a leaf and signaled the young monk to come over.
The little monk is knowledgeable.
"Pop."
"I told you to yell at me! I told you to yell at me! I told you to yell at me!"
The floating dust picked up two leaves and slapped them over, making a crisp sound.
The young monk didn't feel much, only felt a slight itch, and quietly waited for the donor to vent.
"Donor, this poor monk knows." After Fuchen was so exhausted that he was standing slumped in the dirt, the young monk finally spoke.
The floating dust raised a green leaf and pointed it at the little monk, speechless.
Damn it, why are you so irritated? Are you saying this now? Would you have died if you begged for mercy earlier?
The little monk still bowed his head and clasped his hands, and he was very sincere towards a grass as big as a finger like Fuchen.
He just felt: This grass is too humane.
Fuchen stood on the windowsill, bathing in the sunshine. She felt very comfortable and powerful (photosynthesis).
"Ah, this is the real comfort." Fuchen sighed, turned around and looked at the little monk who was sitting cross-legged in the room, knocking on wooden fish and chanting sutras. The little monk looked very steady, and his eyebrows were closed and his eyes were very peaceful.
Fuchen stared blankly at the person, feeling very comfortable, very comfortable.
In a daze, the sky turns dark, the last ray of sunlight can no longer penetrate from below the horizon, and the dust wakes up.
She fell asleep.
I unconsciously asked: Are all Buddhist disciples so comfortable? That peaceful and indifferent appearance inadvertently affects people's hearts.
Fuchen pulled out the roots from the soil. He felt no discomfort for the time being and ran down the wall. Because there were many roots and good grip on the ground, he did not fall. After reaching the ground, he ran towards the little monk again.
Pat pat pat, seeing that it was almost there, his body became more and more chaotic, and he fell to the ground with a "Hey" sound.
inside the house.
The little monk opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to pick up a small piece of green grass from the ground, held it in front of his face, and said with a smile, "Donor, what can I do for you?"
His voice was deliberately slowed down and gentle.
Fuchen raised the green one at the top and said, "I feel very comfortable here with you, and I want to get closer."
The young monk smiled, "The donor is a spiritual herb baptized by Buddhist scriptures, so he is naturally more sensitive to Buddhist scriptures. This is why the poor monk put the donor in the house."
Fuchen smiled, "Wouldn't it be better if I sit on your shoulders?"
The little monk stopped smiling for a second and said, "Okay." He put Fuchen on his shoulders.
Fuchen has big shoulders. He coils his roots into a circle like the little monk to stabilize his body and listens to the little monk chanting sutras.
It’s not a scripture, it’s not a scripture that makes her feel comfortable. The scriptures are almost the same wherever she hears them, but this is different. The closer she gets, the more she enjoys, the more she desires, and the more she wants to plunder...
Fuchen stayed quietly beside the young monk. Surprisingly, she no longer felt any discomfort.
At night, the little monk lay on the bed to sleep. The grass was finely packed in a bowl and placed on the bedside.
Fuchen looked at the little monk, who was already sleeping peacefully. He pulled out his own roots, climbed gently on the edge of the bowl, and watched the person's movements. It's okay, continue. He jumped out of the bowl, his roots stretched forward, and his head was wary of the person.
Went there easily.
His body was so big during the day, but now when he lay down, he found that he was only about the same size as himself.
The human body is very soft, so soft that she suspected it could pierce the skin and pass through the flesh.
She didn't dare to climb up from her face. Her face was a little sensitive and she had many roots. If Mu Shen felt itchy on her face, she would be punished if he slapped her face.
Fuchen carefully grabbed the clothes and climbed up. Although this guy was a "prodigy" monk, the clothes were still rough, with dense gaps on them for Fuchen's roots to penetrate and stabilize his body.
Run carefully on the clothes. Keep wandering and finally determine a position.
heart.
This is the heart of the little monk.
She wants his heart.
In the dark room, she was startled by her thoughts.
After walking over and over again, I was still sure that this was the right place.
Fuchen simply dug the roots into his clothes, and the roots quickly stretched out and touched his skin. After thinking for a moment, the roots groped around his chest, feeling incredible.
There's an earthworm hiding here! It's squirming up and down.
Fuchen works with earthworms and is most familiar with this guy. Maybe she wants that earthworm to turn the soil for her.
Yes, that's right. She wanted to help the little monk pull out the earthworms.
The next day, Mu Shen opened his eyes and stared at the void in a hazy state. After a few breaths, his mind became clear. He stood up and noticed something strange on his chest - a small grass.
Mu Shen gently pinched the grass and pulled it gently, and found that the roots were completely embedded in the clothes. The white, tender and slender roots were intertwined. If you pull hard, the roots would be broken. Mu Shen chose to give up, crossed his legs and closed his eyes and recited the scripture silently in his heart.
Fuchen opened the leaves in a daze, yawned and stretched. He opened his eyes and saw a flesh-colored sky.
"Hi." Fuchen greeted.
"Donor, you're up early." Little Monk Mu Shen greeted politely.
"Um."
"Can the donor please remove your feet?"
"Oh." Fuchen directly raised his foot and hit it on the ground. It hurt a little. Huh? Fuchen opened his eyes and his mind was a little blurry.
Mu Shen picked up the dust and put it in his palm, "How is the donor?"
"Yeah." Fuchen responded reflexively, his mind still in a daze.
Mu Shen put the grass into the bowl and put the bowl into the window to bask in the sun. There was a hole at the bottom of the bowl and a hole in the edge of the bowl. The knocked-off edge of the bowl was placed on the bottom of the bowl, bowed.
The grass body can not only ensure that water leaks and prevents the roots from soaking, but also prevents the soil in the bowl from falling. Mu Shen casually dipped some water and sprinkled it on the grass, and then fetched water to wash himself.
The sun has risen, and Fuchen has become energetic. There is no shadow of the little monk in the yard.
"Ah." Fuchen stretched himself, crawled out of the soil, jumped off the wall, and ran into the grass in the yard.
"The sun smells so good," someone whispered.
Eh?
The floating dust tilts the head.
"It would be nice if I could listen to some more Buddhist scriptures. Hey, the little monk is going to do his morning service."
Fuchen understood, it was the grass talking.
"Hey, hello." Fuchen shouted.
"Huh? Can you move?"
"Moving grass."
Suddenly there were many small sounds around.
"The grass moves."
"Alien."
"Could it be a monster?"
"It can move."
"It can move."
…
The sensitive words "monster" and "alien" suddenly came to mind, and Fu Chen felt very uncomfortable.
Her uncomfortable way is to hit the grass!
"I'm a monster? I'm your king!" Fu Chen threw up two leaves and brushed the grass. Everywhere he touched, there were "Ouch"s.
The dust was so heavy that I brushed it three times.
She has a sense of proportion. If she shoots, the grass will definitely die. However, brushing is different. The grass itself is flexible, and the injury will only hurt for a day, but it will take about three days to grow. It will not cause serious injury or death.
After finishing the brushing, Fuchen smiled evilly, "Tell me, am I a monster?"
"Are you not a demon or a god?"
Fuchen was stunned for a moment, and brushed faster with his hand, staring at the piece of grass and brushing again and again.
She might really be a god. She grew up in a temple, so she must be a god? Hahaha. Fuchen was inexplicably happy.
"Do you think so?" Fuchen asked the piece of fallen grass.
"Yes, yes, my lord, please spare my life, my lord, please spare my life."
The grass howls.
god?
Fuchen looked at his white fibrous roots. Yesterday he could not leave the soil, but today he could run on the ground. This progress is not unreasonable.
The reason was that I stayed with the young monk for one night.
If she was close to the little monk all the time, would she be able to transform?
She was going to find the little monk! Fuchen ran happily.
As I ran and ran, the sun came out. My whole body felt warm and lazily, and the floating dust took root on the spot, slowly spreading its leaves, standing in the sunshine and enjoying the selfless gift of the sun.
It was so comfortable. It was so comfortable that I wanted to sleep. Fuchen quietly closed his eyes.
"Oops!" A burst of pain woke Fuchen up. Fuchen intervened and cursed, "You don't have eyes? You don't know there is grass under your feet?"
