Chapter 389 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 8
One year!
The floating dust has been carrying water for a year!
Foxin Temple is on the mountainside. To carry water, you have to go to the valley to carry water from the stream, or follow the valley near the mountainside to carry water from the spring next door to the north.
Neither is easy!
One is tired from going up and down the mountain, and the other has a long journey.
Over the course of a year, I picked up small buckets first, then medium buckets, and finally large buckets. Over the course of a year, Fu Chen felt that he was very powerful. Carrying the big bucket with two leaves was effortless.
The little novice monk on the mountain road has become numb to a bucket that drifts automatically.
It was a shock at first, but after a month of shock, everyone got used to it.
The little monk also smiled lightly and was speechless: Have you never thought of growing taller to carry water? Ah? You just keep your height as long as one finger, thinking that you are just a grass.
The little monk has also grown an inch taller and will not shrink back.
Facing the floating dust, the little monk smiled with a smile on his face.
The world is so weird and calm.
It was the middle of the month and it was the young monk's turn to answer questions again.
After carrying the water, he threw the bucket away, and the dust jumped on the little monk's head and he lay down to rest.
A bunch of incense ashes fell. A bunch of grass also fell from the young monk's head.
The young monk smiled lightly, held up a green plant on his head, lifted up the grass, put it behind his ear, and lectured on the sutra and answered questions.
The longer the incense burns, the shorter it gets. The grass on the young monk's head grows longer and longer, hanging down to the length of his chest.
Among the people coming and going, some people are surprised and suspicious.
The little monk raised his head and looked at each other.
He cast a spell, and the world was not surprised by his behavior. But this man looked at Xiaocao in surprise.
The other person is not an ordinary person.
His eyes quickly averted.
The little monk opened his spiritual eyes and saw a brown bear and a goat.
A brown bear broke into the main hall... the little monk was frightened.
Watching the two men worshiping Buddha, the young monk secretly pulled a leaf to wake Fuchen.
Fuchen had a serious problem with waking up. Normally, he was okay with getting up because of the little monk, but now that he was disturbed for no reason, Fuchen became furious and roared, "Get out!"
The angry sound shook the Buddhist hall!
Fuchen always thought that she was grass, but in fact her power was completely incomparable to grass.
All the grass aunties in the field last year have become grass nieces this year. In the first month of carrying water, we fought with the pine trees and scattered the roots of the pine trees. We had to cut the roots and branches to preserve the ability to survive.
The roar of Fuchen is like the roar of mountain wind, frightening the ants.
In the first breath, everyone was still dumbfounded; in the second breath, everyone rushed out.
The little monk was also stunned. His whole body was covered with roots, and the white beard disappeared in the blink of an eye - the dust on his head woke up. His body shrank back into the shape of a two-fingered grass.
"What?" Fuchen said in a bad tone.
"... Donor, pay attention to your image. Look, are there any pilgrims in the hall?" the young monk taught.
Fuchen looked over, but there was no one there. "Then what? What did I do? What can I do with just a piece of grass?"
"Donors should believe in themselves," the young monk advised.
"Yes, I believe that I am a grass." Fuchen took it for granted.
The young monk had nothing to say. After receiving the hall master's look, he simply changed the subject and said, "Go and call the pilgrims back."
"Oh." Fuchen was impatient and ran out to call someone.
The hall master's eyes disapproved of the young monk's actions.
The young monk smiled and said nothing.
The pilgrims came back again, but they were driven back like frightened lambs by the butcher.
The hall master simply asked Mu Shen to leave, and Mu Shen could only leave with Fu Chen.
"What's going on?" Fuchen was unhappy. Carrying water every day was very annoying, couldn't he sleep more peacefully?
"It's okay now." Mu Shen had no expression. He called people back because he wanted to prevent them from being hurt by monsters. When the battle turned into such a big battle, Mu Shen felt guilty for not knowing the nature of spirits and monsters, and for not cultivating Fu Chen's character.
sex.
Too irritable. Not good.
Because of yelling, Fuchen was quickly punished by the young monk. In the afternoon, he was asked to clean the attic.
Two leaves of grass support a long bamboo broom. The green grass is out of proportion to the yellow bamboo strips.
"What a pity, I'm a piece of grass." Fuchen lamented. "Hey."
Grabbing the broom, I rushed forward, then turned around. Back and forth, I swept away the dust quickly, and read the newly arrived "Monkey King".
Fuchen brushed the book with grass leaves, still complaining, "Little yellow grass, the ground is yellow, I don't have a father or a mother, I haven't had a good sleep yet."
"..." The little monk smiled and said nothing.
After a year, Fuchen also has spiritual power. To practice, you have to practice hard, and you cannot rely on spiritual power for everything. This is the education of the young monk.
Even though he was dissatisfied, Fuchen still let the young monk do whatever he wanted.
There was a change in the wind outside.
The little monk is alert.
"Grass donor," the young monk shouted as he sat there.
"Monk Cao." Fuchen responded while lying on the book.
Neither of them moved for a moment.
"Go and see if anyone has entered the backyard." The young monk ordered.
Pilgrims are not allowed to enter the Sutra Pavilion and the backyard. The accommodation is also separated in one area.
There are unexpected guests.
Fuchen took his mind away from the fiery little book and was displeased. He jumped down and slipped out.
He couldn't hear any strange noises and couldn't see anything strange. Fuchen simply ran to the grass and squatted, waiting for the rabbit.
The room was quiet, with only light and shadow coming in.
The little monk didn't get any reward for a long time. When he went out, he saw the "green grass" blinking in the grass.
He grabbed the grass with one hand and saluted with the other. "Grass donor, how did you sleep well?"
"Oh, oh, let go, let go, let go! The monk has killed someone! It's time to mow the grass!" Fuchen shouted.
The young monk laughed and threw the grass into the Sutra Pavilion. "Clean the whole building tonight. If you can't do it, then I will do it for a year."
Today's new issue of "The Monkey King", Fuchen is on credit. Don't get into the bad habit of being a deadbeat when you owe money.
Fuchen blinked and pretended to be good, grabbing a broom and sweeping a place to show off. When the young monk was called by his senior brother to help, Fuchen quickly closed the door and inserted the roots into the cracks in the wooden boards under the door.
Hehe, I cleaned up at night and now I'm going to bed. Fuchen has a good idea. He's guarding the door. He can wake up with just a push from the outside.
Seamless.
Fuchen closed his eyes and fell asleep. The roots gradually penetrated under the floor tiles and penetrated into the depths of the Sutra Pavilion. Grass blades spread along the door.
The shadow outside the Sutra Pavilion stretched extremely long from west to east. Until night fell, a bright fire lit up the Sihai Foxin Temple.
The monks in the temple exclaimed and soon discovered that the main hall, Ten Thousand Buddhas Pagoda, abbot's room, and Sutra Pavilion were on fire at the same time.
The monks divided themselves into four groups and put out the fire at the same time. The night was too lively.
Outside the Sutra Pavilion.
"Why can't it be opened? Can't be opened?" The three young monks jumped anxiously.
"Knock it away!" The older hall leader made the decision.
"One, two, three!" The three of them slammed the door hard.
"one two three!"
"one two three!"
There was no movement inside the door.
"Window! Broken window!"
The three of them went to break the window and pierce the window paper, but they saw fist-sized vines blocking the window.
"Why are there trees?"
Several people were so anxious that their heads were broken.
"Call the wood god and the abbot to come over. They know spiritual power." The hall leader analyzed.
"Fuchen!" The young man immediately thought of it, "I'll call my uncle."
The God of Wood rushed over and was shocked when he saw the green branches and leaves exposed after the fire burned the wooden building of the Sutra Pavilion.
In the three-story library, the first and second floors have been burned to the ground, exposing the walls of green branches and leaves. The third floor is relatively intact and still has wooden windows, but they are already smoking.
"Floating dust!" Wood God called people with spiritual power.
No response.
Mu Shen flew up to the third floor from outside, opened the wooden window, and saw that some books on the third floor were already on fire. He quickly cast a spell to put out the fire.
This fire is a demonic fire and cannot be extinguished.
Mu Shen frowned.
He is not a master, he has profound spiritual power.
Looking at the vines surrounding the entire library, Mu Shen ran down and saw that there was no fire on the second floor, nor on the first floor.
Take it into consideration.
Spiritual power poured into his eyes, and he quickly found Fuchen's root system and said to the vine, "Fuchen, please grow taller."
No response.
The wood god rushed upstairs and burned the fire on the pavilion against the vines. In order to protect themselves, the vines continued to grow, crushing the air where the fire grew. He burned the vines in circles, and the vines gradually grew to the third floor, eventually covering the entire
Covered by a library.
After everything was done, there was only a wooden frame left in the Hidden Gold Pavilion. As far as the eye could see, there were vines like steamed buns.
The remaining fire was entangled by overgrown vines.
When the abbot rushed over, the matter had already been dealt with.
"This is..." the abbot exclaimed.
Mu Shen was also shocked.
It grows several feet overnight (one foot 3 meters 3).
But what worried him even more was the dust.
He burned Fuchen with fire, forcing Fuchen to grow. There was no response to the call of spiritual consciousness... Fuchen's condition was the most worrying.
The hall leader is equivalent to the school director. The young monk is equivalent to the school’s special teacher
