Chapter 387 Compassionate monk father is obsessed with obsession 6
Chapter 387 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 6
The little monk looked after Fuchen and did not allow her to go to the front yard or the atrium to brag.
Desires come from the mouth, and blessings and misfortunes are also changed by words. The young monk hopes that he can practice meditation quietly and no longer create "mouth karma" and "mouth obstacles".
The small courtyard of the library is often used to dry books. It is covered with bricks and stones and has no grass.
Fuchen occasionally basks in the sun here, and mostly "sleeps" to cope with the "cultivation" requirements of the young monk.
Day after day, Fuchen slept beside his pen and ink in the sun. When he woke up in the evening, he continued to sleep while listening to Buddhist scriptures. Near midnight, when the little monk was about to go to sleep, he waited quietly. When the little monk fell asleep, he crawled to
The heart continues to sleep.
Listening to the beating of the heart, as the heart pumps and contracts, I close my eyes and sleep peacefully.
In the darkness, the roots and leaves continue to grow.
It’s the beginning of the month again. It’s the day when the little monk explains his doubts.
Fuchen "sees the light of day", sitting on the head of the little monk and watching quietly.
The child and woman who came last month are here again.
"Holy monk, I offended you a lot last time." The woman was very pious.
"Amitabha, the donor, and the poor monk are just young monks, not holy monks. Everything is fabricated by the donor. The donor does not need to take it to heart." The young monk said with a smile.
The woman unconsciously smiled and replied, "The grass and trees have spirits, and their minds are purer than human beings. The grass spirit can grow in the Buddha Heart Temple, which means that the temple is full of spiritual energy. And if it can stay on your head, it means that she recognizes you and likes you."
If you can be recognized by the grass spirit, you are not far away if you are not a holy monk."
The young monk was surprised, "The donor has a detached view of Cao Ling and is also an interesting person. He is just a poor monk but not a holy monk. Many senior brothers and uncles in the temple are more capable than the poor monk."
The woman smiled and said, "Then I won't call you a holy monk. I'll call you a master. Speaking of grass spirits, I only saw them a few times in the mountains when I was a child and I liked them very much. The older I get, the less they can be seen. I thought
It was just my own imagination. Now that I see the grass spirit on your head, I know that what I saw when I was young was true. Only a pure child can see a pure grass spirit."
The young monk smiled and guided the conversation, "Donor, please sit down. Why did you come here twice?"
The woman took the child and sat down, "I'm not afraid of Master's jokes. It's just a trivial matter, but in my heart... I can't hold my breath."
"Donor, please speak."
The little monk paid attention to women's issues, but Fuchen unconsciously read the little people's books written by ordinary children.
The child ignored his mother's words and was obsessed with reading the little book.
Fuchen also stretched out his roots and poked his head over the grass. In the little book, there was a monkey with a golden hoop beating an evildoer, but she didn't recognize the words next to it.
"Hey, boy, what are you talking about?" Fuchen unconsciously spoke on the person's head.
The octopus with all its roots has a bald head, and its grassy body unconsciously stretches out to reach the child's head.
The child was startled at first, and when he saw the growing grass, he shouted "Monster!"
The woman turned around and scolded the child, "What are you arguing about? This is Cao Ling! Take good care of Mr. Cao Ling."
The young monk smiled lightly and said nothing.
The little monk took care of the woman, and the woman's little son took care of the little monk's grass, which was interesting.
Fuchen couldn't feel the change in the atmosphere and urged the child, "Tell me, what are you talking about?"
The child was yelled at by his mother, and was dissatisfied at first. He was scared and surprised when Xiaocao spoke, so he carefully moved over to explain.
"This, this is the Monkey King."
"What is the Monkey King?" Fuchen asked.
"The Monkey King is the Monkey King."
"What is the Monkey King?"
"The Monkey King is Sun Wukong."
"What is Sun Wukong?"
"He is Sun Wukong." The child answered whatever he asked.
Ten minutes later, above the main hall, the child and Xiaocao were immersed in their own worlds, confronting each other.
"This is the White Bone Demon! The White Bone Demon! Don't point blindly! Look, the Monkey King is going to hit you like this." The child danced and imitated, shouting, "Monster, eat my stick!"
"No, no, it should be like this!" After understanding the little book, Fuchen also took command. The leaves were dancing and making gestures.
"No! It's me." The child shouted.
"It's me!" Fuchen shouted.
"You are wrong!"
"You are wrong!"
"..."
A child and a small grass made a fuss, and the child blushed and rounded his eyes. The grass stretched its "grass neck" and inserted two main leaves into its waist, looking menacing.
The people around me wanted to start a fight, so they were led to argue about Sun Wukong's postures for beating the Bone Demon three times. Everyone unconsciously formed a circle with grass and children. They argued about postures: when to shout, how to use the stick, and when to use force.
, the posture of the stick, the expression of the eyes...
After arguing, they unconsciously split into two waves. But the original central characters "Grass" and "Child" disappeared.
In the end, the child's mother and the young monk separated into two groups and quarreled. After they dispersed, they found the person reading quietly under the incense table. Damn.
"Little monk, what are you telling me? Is it..." Fuchen got addicted to the drama, and suddenly pinched his voice and said in a sharp and flattering voice, "Master, there is a beautiful woman here. She has a backache and can't walk. You carry her
Carrying someone else’s back?”
???
The young monk was confused. After thinking for a while, he asked cautiously, "Did the donor have a seizure?"
"If I slap your sister, I'll still have a stroke!" Fuchen was angry. Little monks can also play tricks on people.
After roaring for a while, Fuchen climbed onto the little monk's shoulder and asked, "Really? Really? Did she call you master? Hehehe. Master, I'm hungry! Are you carrying someone on my back?" Fuchen suddenly became louder.
The smiles are suddenly giggling, and the styles are different.
"..." The little monk thought about the possibility of grass stroke. After all, he is not a grass, and human common sense cannot be placed on grass. What if it is a grass stroke?
You have to check the information.
At this time, Fuchen no longer needed the young monk's answer, and divided himself into multiple roles to play.
He pinched his voice and said, "Master, this person is so cute, how could he be a monster?"
Pretending to be strong and strong, he said, "Senior brother must be displeased by the fact that people have beautiful parents. Look at senior brother, he has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. Everyone scolds him when he sees him, but he doesn't like people who have ugly parents."
Fuchen continued to speak the lines that the child told her, and her crazy look was very exaggerated.
The little monk listened for a long time and realized that Fuchen was obsessed with "The Monkey King".
After thinking about it for a long time, I came to a conclusion: If you want someone to stop talking about books, you can make her obsessed with reading and listening to books.
On the second day of the lunar new year, the young monk took the grass to clean the Sutra Pavilion again.
Fuchen fell in love with reading.
Xiaocao ran around the bookshelf, chasing the little monk to teach. When he saw an interesting book, he asked the little monk to tell him what kind of book it was and what story it told. Most of the books were serious scriptures, but there were also some sung scriptures.
short stories. These stories have no mythological flavor and are not interesting enough.
Fuchen couldn't appreciate stories like Buddha cutting meat to feed the eagle. She couldn't see the problem from the Buddha's perspective. Subconsciously, she took on the role of the eagle. The Buddha seemed to be a fool for behaving like this, and she would wonder whether he was the eagle.
It's not that I'm sick and wants to poison me.
Therefore, she also prefers the Monkey King.
The Monkey King dares to think and act, and she likes responsible and responsible behavior.
As for those three-life stories, the childhood sweethearts who dressed the dead woman in the past life, and the one who buried her in the past life and got married in this life. These things seem to be cause and effect, but Fuchen doesn't care.
The causes of the past life are the retribution of the past life. Dragging it to this life is called implication!
Could it be that my childhood sweetheart in this life has no feelings?
Can’t I face up to my feelings in this life? Should I give priority to my past life? Then leave my feelings in this life to the next life?
You must be sick.
The grass's brain is like her roots, straight forward and straight forward, so straight that she can understand without bending her thoughts.
With the irrigation of knowledge, the dusty straw bag brain began to have more ideas.
