Chapter 384 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 3
Countless lights are wandering and flashing.
The sky was also dark below, with white thunder and lightning occasionally flashing in the depths of the sky.
There are many aisles up and down the sky, parallel, vertical, milky white, and red.
There was a swirly thing in the center of the road, and flashing lights illuminated the road.
Fuchen walked slowly over, it was amazing, she seemed to hear the sounds of the world.
"Junior brother, why are you meditating here?" The voice was loud.
"Amitabha." This voice is very familiar.
"Hey, little monk!" Fuchen shouted excitedly.
The little monk smiled, this is his ear nerve. The soul is connected with the body. What he thinks in his heart will also be sent out from here.
"Donor, did you have fun?"
"I'm so happy. Monk, there is really a sea here! It's so big! It's so dark."
"Does the donor know what that red light is?" the monk asked.
Before waiting for a reaction, Fuchen heard other sounds.
"Junior brother."
"Junior brother has entered the country. Find the master quickly."
The world is unexpectedly noisy.
Fuchen didn't know what these sounds meant, and subconsciously shook his head at the question asked by the monk.
"These... are the blood of the poor monk." The young monk took a deep breath, suppressed the injury, and taught him carefully, "The body is very fragile, and the donor can hurt the poor monk just by shouting inside the poor monk."
Fuchen was about to say how could it be possible, but he opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.
She was standing next to the whirlpool, and sounds came from the whirlpool one after another. It was very urgent.
"Junior Brother is in danger now. Hurry up. If your body is damaged, Junior Brother will die."
This is the voice of the outside world.
Fuchen suddenly understood. She seemed to be in trouble.
But the little monk knew the consequences and allowed her to indulge.
"Donor," the monk called.
"Huh?" Fuchen responded blankly, the idiot's mind went blank.
"Still not going out?" the monk prompted, slightly angry.
I hate that he has the ability but lacks basic common sense and does things that hurt others.
There was a rumbling vibration under the roots, and I looked down into the abyss. I don't know when red sea water rushed through the abyss, and the target was facing Fuchen. Fuchen was so frightened that he ran away. The waves behind him also followed closely.
After passing through the ear canal, the floating dust scratches the upper edge of the ear, spreads its roots, and runs as hard as possible to avoid the red waves.
"It's bleeding! Junior brother is bleeding! Eh-" It seemed like there was something.
"Master, Master, there is..." Grass...
"Go out and don't disturb me." The old monk in charge said he had a sharp eye and a sharp tongue.
The disciples immediately bowed and exited.
Only the old monk and the young monk were left in the room.
The two leaves of the grass pulled at the roots, huddled up and hid behind the ears, not daring to breathe.
The old monk wiped the blood of the young monk, pretending not to see the grass that could not be hidden. After wiping, he looked at the ear canal.
Fuchen's heart was boiling like thunder. She had no mood swings even if she took risks in her ears, but now she was extremely afraid of doing something wrong.
But the old monk didn't say anything, he just checked quietly. After checking the ears, he went to check the heart and lungs.
The line of sight finally moved away, and Fuchen let out a big breath.
But soon, the old monk applied medicine to the young monk's ears. The smell was so strong that the dust fell down and was hidden in the shadow of the clothes.
A piece of grass fell from his ear, but the old monk still pretended not to see it.
Finally, when people were about to leave, floating dust quietly emerged from the grass.
"Take good care of him and don't get hurt again." The old monk suddenly said.
Um?
There was no one awake in the room, just a blade of grass.
When the people were completely gone, the young monk was the only one in the room. Fuchen let out a long sigh of relief.
After calming down, Fuchen looked at the mountain behind him. He thought it was extremely powerful, but it turned out that he would fall down due to something strange inside.
Just as weak.
The dust climbed from the neck of the collar to the high ground (chin), then walked around the cave to the rattan (eyelashes), and behind the rattan was the hill (closed eyes).
Fuchen sat down on the bridge of his nose, his roots stretched out, his body gradually enlarged, and slowly hung in front of his nostrils. Fuchen didn't know it, he just stared blankly at the two hills.
The hill is very symmetrical. It is called the eye by humans, and it is also called the window of the soul. Now the window is closed and the curtain is drawn.
Suddenly, the ground moved up and down.
Fuchen was frightened and quickly picked up the cane, unconsciously tightening his grip.
"Aqiu!"
Huge storms roared. Local earthquakes and typhoons occurred in the mountains.
Yeah.
Fuchen was frightened, his body shrunk to a very small size, and he carefully lay on the bridge of his nose, with his roots tightly wrapped around both sides of his nose.
Her body has grown bigger again, but she doesn't even know it.
Fuchen looked at those eyes in a daze. She didn't actually see them, but she could sense them and know what they looked like. Gradually, she entered the breathing mode. Her pores expanded, absorbing the surrounding oxygen.
As the sun rose, a disciple came in and brought breakfast. The sun shone on the door.
Moving westward day by day, the disciples brought dinner and breakfast out.
The room was quiet, so quiet that only the changes in light and shadow and the voices of passers-by outside the room were heard.
Sitting on the west mountain at sunrise, Mu Shen opened his eyes. There was a blur of green in the mist, and his eyes were all green. He raised his hand and grabbed it, and his palm was full of drooping grass leaves. The grass grew branches and leaves crazily, and the area was larger than the palm of a hand, and the branches and leaves even hung down a lot.
The demon's power is still small, so it can only shrink and become bigger. The wood god stared at the floating dust in a daze.
Fuchen had a dream.
I heard a childish voice in my dream, "It's so painful."
A little bald man said, "Donor, good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the disease. Little benefactor, you might as well drink it."
The child looked up at the little bald head and said, "You are also a child. If you are not bitter, then you can drink."
The little bald man really took a sip and smiled. Before he spoke, Fuchen heard the voice. "It's very bitter, but I don't feel anything."
When the child was taken away by the adults, the little bald man looked at the child in a daze.
At about the same age, the other person is childish and ignorant, but I am familiar with scriptures, truth, and human affairs. I don’t know whether he is unlucky or I am unlucky.
Snow was falling all over the sky.
A young monk looked up at the sky and thought, "It's snowing."
"This year's snow came earlier, and the grass in the yard died again. New grass grows after the snow. Buddha said about reincarnation, these grasses have lived in the world for just one year, enjoying the spring breeze and autumn coolness, and enduring the severe heat and winter cold.
I have experienced all four seasons of life before reincarnation, how long do I have to wait before I can bear the fullness?"
The young monk looked at the statues of the Three Lives Buddhas in the main hall, and the Eighteen Arhats stood solemnly on both sides.
"I'm going to be a monk."
"It needs to be more solemn."
This is the voice of the little monk.
Fuchen stared at the little monk's mouth carefully, but still didn't see the little monk speak.
In the small wooden house, the young monk quietly knocked on the wooden fish and recited Buddhist scriptures.
Outside the Buddhist scriptures, there is another voice.
"The one who is older than me is still a novice. I sat upright in the Buddhist hall early. I must be more attentive in the future."
"..."
Fuchen suddenly reacted in his dream.
These seem to be the thoughts of the young monk. Although he is young, he has wisdom, some complaints, and also has responsibilities.
But she likes it.
These contradictory things actually make him more humane.
How can you enjoy the pleasure of being a human being if you look at the same face every day?
"Who am I waiting for? What's her/his name?" Suddenly I heard another sentence, without any clue.
Fuchen replied excitedly, "Hey, my name is Fuchen!"
There seems to be an echo.
The echo was loud and thousands of horses galloped.
I'm going to be trampled to death.
Fu Chen woke up with a start, and the branches and leaves quickly retracted, leaving only the two small leaves at the top.
"Little monk," he murmured and suddenly woke up, "little monk? Are you okay?"
The little monk didn't speak, just stared at her.
Fuchenxu didn't know what to do after calling. He could only stand.
But the little monk was thinking about something, thinking deeply.
He heard Xiaocao's voice in his dream.
"Hi, I'm Fuchen." The voice was pure and clean.
That sound was imagining in his mind, and he also remembered this character, Jinggui Fuchen.
I was lost in thought, and saw the grass motionless in my palm, with two leaves hanging down, as if I was annoyed.
The little monk pushed the grass with his index finger and said, "Donor, I wonder how big you can get?"
"Change?" Fuchen was very confused, "I won't change."
The young monk shook his head, "If you can't change, how can you enter my sea of consciousness?"
"Is there really a sea?" Fuchen was so surprised that his two leaves trembled up and down, eager to try it again. At the beginning, seeing the displeased look of the little monk, Xiaoye suddenly stopped, not guarding himself, suppressing his heart.
