Chapter 383 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 2
"Donor, I'm sorry." A very strong voice.
Fuchen raised his head and saw an old bald donkey. He looked around, but didn't see the little monk. He asked in a pleasant tone, "Master, where is the little monk? It's the Wood God. I'm looking for him."
"Mu Shen is still having morning lessons, and the donor will probably have to wait all morning." The old monk said that Mu Shen's tones are all flat, and it sounds like he is calling a junior, not a god. "Donor, do you want me to do something for you?"
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Fuchen thought for a while and asked, "Do you know how I became a sperm? When did I become a sperm? I only remember the pain, and I woke up after being stepped on, and then I became what you call the sperm state."
The old monk bowed and said with a smile, "It's God's will."
"Is it the little monk's kick?" Fuchen asked.
The monk smiled and said nothing.
"Then why is he called Wood God? Is he a god?" Fuchen continued to ask.
"Names have many meanings. The good and evil fortunes of a lifetime are all in the name. It depends on what the donor thinks and how the wood god chooses." The old monk said.
At first it sounded reasonable, but after a second thought it was the same as whether he had said it or not. Fuchen had no doubts: Is this a Taoist priest or a monk? What makes me believe in heaven but not in Buddhism?
"Can I become a god if I get kicked by him?"
The monk remained silent and looked at Fuchen dignifiedly and kindly.
Fuchen didn't understand. She could only ask the old monk to take her to where the young monk was.
The so-called morning class is to chant sutras and knock wooden fish. An ordinary room, an ordinary courtyard, and an extraordinary pine tree.
Fuchen doesn't like the tall pine trees. I listen to a Buddhist sutra for a long time, but you, a turtle, listen to it every day, and you still grow up so big. I am very dissatisfied with you!
"Put me there!" Fuchen commanded.
The old monk followed the instructions, looked at the pine tree, and left.
As soon as it hits the ground, the floating dust will dig its roots into the soil. Why should you enjoy the resources? I want it too!
Lying next to the big tree, basking in the sun, waiting for the little monk who looks like meat on the side of his mouth, it is a beautiful day.
The sunlight gradually shifted and the shadows fell. Fuchen gradually felt uncomfortable all over his body, as if he heard the roar of a mountain dragon, "roll", and its majestic sound like a bell.
"roll."
"roll."
"roll."
"..." The driving sounds kept coming to my ears.
Fuchen felt weak all over, scratched frantically, became irritable and yelled, "Fuck me!"
He opened his eyes and glared at the pine trees around him.
Drive me away?
Some plants are naturally repellent, like this pine tree.
And there is grass, too!
"Try putting your toxin again?" Fuchen threatened.
The warning is useless.
"Go away." The voice was still roaring, not paying attention to her at all.
Fuchen was holding back his energy and was about to do something bad, when he suddenly heard the little monk's voice, "Let's go."
The voice was gentle, sunny and upright. Fuchen subconsciously obeyed and stopped moving.
The little monk took Fuchen out of the dirt, put it on his shoulders, and left slowly.
Fuchen looked at the pine trees behind him, and heard a cold snort in the wind.
Ouch? You still dare to shout?
Hey, mess with me, just wait. Just wait for you. If you don’t know what uprooting means and what a tree is, I won’t be a monster!
Fuchen didn't know why she was so angry, just like she didn't know why the little monk was so gentle and comfortable.
The first thing she saw was the little monk, and subconsciously, he was hers. If the little monk was older, she wouldn't mind calling him "father."
But the little monk... hum.
"Monk, can I become a god?" Fuchen asked with a smile.
If you become a god, you will be the same as a monk. You can always accompany the monk.
"If the donor works harder, he will become a god." The young monk said with a smile.
"Really?" Fuchen's two leaves swayed, as if laughing.
The monk made a salute with one hand and said, "Amitabha, monks do not lie."
Being able to become a god, Fuchen jumped up and down happily. Suddenly he thought of a question.
"Monk, I want to know how human ears grow. Those grasses say that human ears are the junction of the sea, and you can reach the sea after entering." Fuchen whispered.
She is very curious.
I am very curious about everything about people.
I am very curious about everything about the little monk.
She hopes to get close to the little monk and follow his steps to become a person like the little monk.
The young monk smiled and corrected, "Donor, human ears are not Haikou."
"I want to see it!" Fuchen said nothing, his roots jumped up and grabbed the monk's earlobe.
The little monk still smiled and prescribed a spell for Fuchen. Fuchen's body froze in place, and it took a while before he could move again.
The little monk stretched out his hand, and the dust fell into his hand. He seemed to understand what the little monk meant, and subconsciously shrank his body. The little monk lifted the dust up to his ear hole.
The slender ear hairs are like hanging branches, the darkness in the depths is like an alluring secret realm, and the cascading outer shells of the ears are like the patterns on the shells, setting off the beauty of the secret realm. Suddenly a hurricane swept through, and Fuchen was so scared that he ran in and hid. Outside
The wind was raging, but the little monk's hand was firmly placed outside.
It's really like the secret place of the sea hiding Debao Island.
Fuchen climbed in and slowly approached.
The long ear canal gradually becomes dark.
The little monk outside was still smiling, and his ears were a little itchy.
It smelled a bit. Fuchen muttered in his heart, feeling unhappy and walked slowly.
Suddenly, he bumped against something hard, and the thing tore at the back, and the floating dust fell to the ground uncontrollably. His body hit a pile of soft things, and the roots also felt wet. The smell was even more intense.
Come.
The little monk frowned, feeling itchy. He really wanted to pierce his ears.
Fuchen looked at the yellow "mountain gate" hanging on the ear and the yellow "soft sand" under the roots. This was probably a roadblock in the brave adventure.
"Little monk, you have a lot of yellow sand here." Wang Yan looked over, and the whole area in front of him was covered with floating dust. He dug into it with roots and muttered, "It's sticky."
The little monk was stunned. The phrase "sticky" made him instantly understand: that was earwax.
I couldn't help but want to laugh, but I couldn't help but feel shy.
In the ears.
Fuchen shook off the yellow sand on his roots, and couldn't help but get closer and take a sniff - eh. Fuchen was disgusted, so he turned around and left. He had no idea that this disgust made the young monk blush.
The body is "the most important part of the military", and the ears are not good either. You must not act recklessly in the future.
The little monk let the dust float in his ears and didn't think too much.
He had never thought about what was weird about Fuchen, nor had he thought about whether Fuchen would hurt him. The natural closeness was hard to explain.
The adventure continues.
The position of the ear space becomes narrower and narrower.
"Donor." The young monk reminded him loudly from outside, feeling uncomfortable. The expression on his face did not change.
Fuchen was completely attracted by the ultimate treasure in the secret cave, and just wanted to get into that mysterious place. He didn't pay attention to the monk's warning.
"Donor! The poor monk has warned you for the second time." The young monk lowered his eyebrows.
Sit upright and look inwards!
The structure of the body maze was no longer a problem for the little monk. Soon, he found the green light playing. He watched quietly.
Like magic, Fuchen's height became smaller and smaller from the swirling ear canal, until it was about the same size as the doorway. When he walked in, the sounds outside completely disappeared.
There was darkness in this space, and there were tiny whining sounds in the darkness.
The darkness is like a sea, from the top of the head to the feet, but there is a gong in the middle of the sea, placed vertically in the air, and the road under the feet extends right there.
Fuchen walked to the drum, and the drum trembled slightly, making a subtle whine. Suddenly Fuchen slapped the drum hard with a green leaf, and there was a loud bang.
"Buzz -" the black sea stirred in all directions.
The young monk hurriedly stopped the fluctuation of the drum, feeling a stinging pain in his soul.
This is the body's reaction.
There is a tingling pain in my left ear, and my brain feels like thunder and lightning.
Suddenly, the space is upside down!
The sea on the ground surged with layers of waves, and the floating dust fell to the ground. The roots and leaves hugged the ground and did not let go, enduring the impact of the waves. The ground also shook.
There was an earthquake.
The turbulence only lasted for a dozen breaths and then stopped.
Surprisingly, the ground was vertical to the original ground and turned 90°, but it did not sag at all.
The sea now only has ripples, and the floating dust is surprisingly not agitated and very calm.
The wind blew along the road and onto the drum. Surprisingly, the wind stopped when it reached the drum and there was no wind.
Fuchen touched it with his hand and it seemed that he could touch it.
The door of the sea, this is the door of the sea! Fuchen ran in excitedly and was instantly amazed. This is the inversion of the sea - the sky!
