Chapter 385 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 4
The little monk was silent.
Fuchen knew that he had probably asked a stupid question. Seeing that the young monk remained silent again, the guilt of Fuchen's neglect surged into his heart again.
The monk got up and ate quietly, no longer talking to Fuchen. Fuchen stood awkwardly in the large house and was at a loss, the air was driving her away.
How could those things come about? Everything has its destiny, everything is planned, she just happened to execute it.
Fuchen gave himself a lot of psychological hypnosis, and his mentality gradually became rough. He called out, "Donor, can you drink some water?"
"Come on, come on." Fuchen ran over, "Are you thirsty? Are you hungry?" While dripping with water, he jumped up and asked, "What do you lack, monk? I'll make it up for you."
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The little monk looked at the busy Xiaocao and guessed Fuchen's guilty conscience, "Donor, if you feel guilty, can you agree to something for me?"
In fact, his collapse was just a matter of energy loss due to internal testing, and he would be fine after just a few days of rest.
If he didn't explain and she didn't ask, he didn't lie.
"You say it, you say it." The floating dust is jumping around, and the roots are very busy and cheerful.
"Follow the poor monk and practice well." the young monk said.
This... Fuchen thought for a while and came up with something blank.
"Okay, okay, you have the final say." There was no pressure at all to practice whatever she wanted. But she didn't expect that the young monk would ask her to practice.
When Fuchen sat and chanted sutras with the young monk without any pressure, he understood what he should be thinking in his mind.
Shit. Cultivation and all that are nonsense.
Fuchen is extremely painful.
Listening to the repeated scriptures made her head hurt. She only listened to these when she wanted to sleep, and they sounded so comfortable. Now her head was about to explode.
Fuchen quietly looked at the monk in front of him. No one knew whether she was asleep anyway, so Fuchen simply took a nap in the sun.
The sound of wooden fish is still the same, the monk is still the same; the sound of the wind is still the same, the fragrance of the grass is still the same.
When the little monk raised his head and opened his eyes, he saw that the grass was growing wildly, and he knew that he had fallen asleep.
Dip your hands in water and use your fingers to sprinkle water on the grass to prevent it from drying out.
Looking at the lush green grass, Mu Shen smiled.
Xiaocao has great spirituality. As soon as he has spiritual consciousness, he has a complete personality. If he practices diligently, he will definitely become a god and an immortal in the future. This is the idea of the Wood God.
Three days later, Fuchen appeared in the main hall.
It had been several days since Fuchen woke up. Before, she had been placed under the pine tree in the yard, and she had always looked at the majestic golden "Mainxiong Hall" plaque. Now she entered the main hall and looked at the golden Buddha. They were all huge and looked up.
The gesture evokes unwarranted respect.
"Mom, there's a piece of grass on his head!" Someone pointed at Fuchen.
Fuchen turned his head, Genxu shook his bald head at his feet, and looked at the wild child next to him.
"Amitabha." Mu Shen recited the Buddha's name.
Today is the beginning of the month.
At the beginning and middle of each month, the temple invites eminent monks to sit in the hall and answer questions. Today it is the Wood God who will answer questions.
The child in front of him looked innocent and ignorant. He was as tall as a wood god and about the same age as a young monk.
"Little master, when will Master Mu Shen come?" The woman holding the child bent down and asked the young monk.
The young monk nodded in return, "That's the poor monk."
The word "Wood God" is written on his desk. Because he is short, he stands upright in front of the desk. Unfortunately, he is young and others don't believe him.
The woman smiled and said, "Monks also lie."
"Monks don't tell lies." The young monk still looked dignified, not wavering at all because of people's contempt.
"He is the Wood God, what do you want to do?" Fuchen was unhappy and shouted.
"It can talk! It can talk!" The child screamed and ran away.
The woman froze on the spot, her pupils dilated, and she looked at the grass on her bald head in fear.
"Amitabha," the young monk introduced after chanting the Buddha's name, "this is a spiritual plant that grows in this temple. I listen to Buddhist scriptures day and night. I just opened my spiritual wisdom a few days ago. It doesn't hurt anyone." The wood god replied politely. "The donor is looking for the poor.
The monk asked what was going on?"
The woman couldn't turn around at all, and couldn't figure out a conscious response to the little monk's problem. All her thoughts were tied to the grass on her bald head. Her eyes were fixed on the grass on the head of Mu Shen, "She, she doesn't hurt people?
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"It really doesn't hurt anyone," the young monk said warmly.
The surrounding pilgrims also came to watch and talked a lot.
"Xiaocao has spoken."
"He really spoke. I just heard it. His voice was thin, so it must be him."
"The psychic in Foxin Temple must be a god."
"..."
Listening to everyone's words, Fuchen straightened his back - yes, it's me! I've become a spirit! That's amazing! Be kind to me!
"Donor, do you have anything else you want to ask?" the young monk still asked the woman.
The woman still looked at Xiaocao blankly, unable to speak. After looking at it for half a minute, Fuchen became annoyed.
"Hey, what are you looking at! You can't even look greener than me!" Fuchen showed off his power.
"Yeah! It's become a sperm, the grass has become a sperm!" The woman backed up, fell to the ground, got up and ran away.
Fuchen looked at the pilgrim, jumped down and caught up quickly, blocking the woman's legs, "Hey! You are the first pilgrim, little monk! You can't leave!"
However, the dusty grass is not as tall as a shoehorn and cannot stop it at all.
The pilgrims shouted more and more and ran away.
Fuchen lay on the doorstep, looking at the woman and sighing. She was not high enough to run away.
All the surrounding pilgrims automatically made way for Xiaocao, looking at Xiaocao walking around in surprise and muttering softly.
"Did you see it? Did you see it? It really became a sperm."
"If you can talk and run, you must have become a spirit."
Fuchen turned his face and looked at the person who was speaking. A few people were frightened and quickly backed away. Some of them were not afraid and tried to touch the grass leaves with their fingers. The grass leaves were opened by Fuchen.
Fuchen walked back to the young monk with his legs.
The little monk stretched out his hand and put her on his head, standing quietly in front of his desk. He was not affected by what just happened.
Everyone in the hall gathered around the table, quietly and looking straight at the little monk and Xiaocao.
That day, no one asked the little monk to answer his questions, only people asked about Xiaocao. When the sun went down, the name "Monk Cao" came out.
Fuchen is very depressing.
Even though she didn't know much about people, she knew that the name didn't sound that nice after listening to the talk about them all day.
They are called "Cao" and "Monk", which are the names of two people, but people subconsciously think of "Cao Monk". After turning eighteen bends in the long river, they can think of the two names "Cao" and "Monk".
"Monk, aren't you angry?" Fuchen was depressed. She seemed to have done something bad again.
"Why are you angry?" The young monk said calmly and followed his brothers to clean up the main hall.
"Aren't you depressed?" Fuchen asked again.
"Why are you depressed?" the young monk asked.
It seems like the world's worries have nothing to do with him.
Fuchen was depressed. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of anything. Finally, he asked himself: Why are you depressed?
Successfully circled myself back.
It's none of her business. If the sky falls, the tall guy will bear it.
The dust shook the leaves, and he didn't care about anything. He got into the monk's collar and slept.
After the name of "Cao Monk" spread, more and more people came to Foxin Temple to watch "Cao" and "Monk".
Fuchen was watched by people, and at first he helped the young monk solicit customers.
"Hey, has anyone asked the little monk? He is very powerful! He is the one who helped me awaken my spiritual consciousness!"
"He breathed on me and I grew! He breathed on me again and I ran away!"
The people who were listening below were all very happy. The voices of exclamation, questioning and shouting made Fuchen very happy.
"Donor, don't speak nonsense." The young monk came out to stop him.
"..." You are a monk and don't lie, but I am not.
Later, she simply shouted to people and ran to the atrium. She stood on the roots of the Bodhi tree and boasted, "Do you want to know more?"
"Think!" Everyone held the grass in their hands.
Hey hey hey. Fuchen is happy, his little mouth is playing loudly.
Everyone didn't care about the content of the words, and all their attention was on the grass: Where is this mouth? Bah bah bah, can you say that? Is it the bifurcation of the two leaves... Tomorrow, I will put the best growing in the crops.
If you secretly plant Dehuizhong in front of Master Mu Shen's house, can you harvest rice essence, and you won't have to plant seedlings in the future...
Everyone heard about the "grass spirit of the Four Seas Buddha Heart Temple" and was led astray throughout the whole process. They would go to the temple to look at the grass when they had nothing to do. Even the grass blades in the temple were quietly picked up and taken away.
