Chapter 391 Compassionate monk father is obsessed with obsession 10
Chapter 391 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 10
The young monk copied a passage of scripture and heard a "snoring" sound.
Turning his head to look, he saw that the grass next to him was lush and growing. In order to prevent the table from being crushed, the young monk threw the grass away directly.
Hey, the grass is so energetic that people will be able to purr, and in a short time, they will probably be able to pick their feet as well. The little monk thought resignedly.
The days are quiet and peaceful.
Carrying water, listening to scriptures, reciting scriptures, copying scriptures, the dull days gradually passed, and year after year seemed to just blink in the blink of an eye.
Looking back, it seems like it was yesterday.
The little monk could no longer hold up the big tree in the sky. As soon as Fuchen fell asleep, he threw her into the big pit of the Sutra Pavilion.
But gradually, the wood god who always observed the floating dust raised his head and read a book, and found that the tree had stopped growing.
He rummaged through the information and wanted to know why.
The young monk measured it with his feet and found that he was 22 feet 2 feet 1 inch (80.03 cm). He had been at this height for half a year.
He was the same, he stopped moving when his cultivation was stuck in the "Ten Merits" (the second stage of Middle Vehicle Buddhism).
This year he is 16 years old and can go out to practice.
Fuchen is sleeping again.
I slept a lot during this period, but I didn’t feel any better.
The young monk looked at the shape of the big tree outside the pavilion and remained silent.
The original dust was thought to be grass when it was as big as one finger, shrubs when it was two feet tall, and vines when it was three to four feet tall... It was only when it grew to twenty feet that its first shape was revealed. The original vines mainly had two strands.
They are entangled with each other, showing the momentum of a dragon playing. Now the dragon's body is seen for the first time, but the dragon's head is missing.
Wooden dragon.
This is a type of floating dust.
The wooden dragon is not a living thing. It is the earth that absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon and enough popularity to create this thing.
Throughout the ancient times, wooden dragons often existed in the era of gods and Buddhas, but were almost extinct in later generations.
Unexpectedly, there was a wooden dragon at this time. The wooden god thought silently in his heart.
In his mind, Fuchen could be said to have completely grown up in the "Four Sea Buddha Heart". He was also born to become a god.
The god "Wood God" is the floating dust.
Mu Shen went to the abbot to find out his doubts.
"Mu Shen, you already know the origin of your name. Whether your encounter is fate or calamity is in your hands." The abbot warned, "You must communicate about anything to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings and regrets for life."
"Fuchen is impatient, and you are also stubborn. Communicate more and be more considerate. It depends on whether you can survive this time in the world."
The abbot clasped his hands together and said, "The sea of Buddha is boundless, remember to look back."
Mu Shen also put his hands together and returned the gift, "There is something I want to confirm. Master, can you tell me?"
"you say."
"Is the Buddha's heart relic really in the disciple's body?"
The abbot was silent.
Mu Shen lowered his head and said, "Disciple understands."
As night fell, the monk stood by the big tree and stared at the sky in the distance, waiting for the big tree around him to wake up.
Fuchen's habit is to sleep until nightfall, then listen to him chanting sutras, and then continue to sleep.
Unknowingly, they were already familiar with each other.
Just as I was thinking about it, the floating dust shrank rapidly.
Mu Shen took a step to the right, picked up the grass and put it on his shoulder.
"Monk." Fuchen staggered, his voice was confused and he was not yet awake.
"Donor, how about we go down the mountain to practice tomorrow?" the young monk asked.
Unknowingly, he was also a young monk with fine features.
"Are you going?" Fuchen murmured.
In her mind, there was no leaving. Wherever the little monk went, she followed him.
Mu Shen smiled, "Go of course."
"Okay." Fuchen agreed. Then he yawned and asked, "Where are you going?"
"It's all over the place, just let it happen."
"Oh." Fuchen lay on the monk's shoulder to sleep. The monk's shoulders became wider, but she was still small. It's great.
The next day, the two went down the mountain early.
The mountains are green, and the combination changes as you move down. They are all familiar scenery.
When I first left, there was no sorrow of leaving, only the small expectation and peace of the unknown adventure.
The monks were on the road the whole time, so Fuchen could just sit there.
The God of Wood strode along, completely following his heart. He followed the forked roads and the mountain roads as he pleased. When he was hungry, he picked fruits. When night fell, he took out the wooden fish and beat them while chanting sutras.
All the luggage is wooden fish, a change of clothes and a straw.
At night, the quiet sound of wooden fish came from the silent forest, and the grass snored along with the sound of wooden fish.
On the thirty-fourth day of the journey, I saw someone coming down the hillside and walking to a cemetery at the foot of the mountain, looking nervous.
Mu Shen felt something strange. He walked to a nearby grave and hid. He turned his head, and the moment his face and eyes met, he heard a cry.
"Oh, okay." The person next to me said.
"Ghost!" the person in front said.
Two calls.
Mu Shen smiled and said, "Donor."
"Oh, oh, oh." The person under the grave got up and banged it on the coffin board, then quickly got up and ran, "What a ghost, what a ghost, what a ghost!" The man said and cried as he ran.
"Donor." Wood God put his hand.
"Hey!" The man yelled and fell to the ground unconscious.
"Monk, you scared people to death." Fuchen stretched out his straw head.
"Nonsense." Mu Shen stretched out his hand to touch the breath. It was like a gossamer, and he was about to die. He quickly passed a trace of spiritual energy into his body. The moment the spiritual energy entered his body, he also knew the condition of the man's body. Yin and coldness blocked the heart and liver, which was a sign of critical illness.
"Are you dead? Are you dead?" Fuchen ran over and asked.
"Donor, if you say more nice things, you won't be struck by lightning easily." Mu Shen advised.
Fuchen didn't want to reply, "Monk, if you don't tell lies, you won't be struck by lightning."
"Not dead." The young monk carried the person on his back to a dry place.
The floating dust jumped off the shoulders, and the white roots jumped to dig the grave soil.
"What are you doing, donor?" Wood God came over.
"Let's see if there is anyone else. If he can live in the grave, he must be a bone spirit." Fuchen said excitedly, "By the way, monk, go kill him twice to prevent him from living again."
The little monk never doubted the low IQ of the plant monsters.
"...the donor, he is a human being." He emphasized.
"Why are you in the dirt?" Fuchen replied with a reasonable aura.
The god of wood walked to the grave where the man was lying, pointed at the coffin and slid it left and right, "Look, the coffin board can move freely," and then raised the tombstone, "The tombstone is only about one catty (16 taels per catty), and women can also move alone.
Pushing it away with your hands is not the setting of a grave at all. He was not treated as a dead person in the coffin in the first place."
Fuchen did as Mu Shen said, and it was true, "Then he is here to die?"
Mu Shen shook his head, "If you see a ghost and run away like crazy or faint from fear, you are not seeking death at all, but you are scared to death."
"Then why are you looking for death? You are lying." Fuchen stared at Mu Shen. After many years of getting along, the two of them had no gap, and their quarrels and jokes never stopped.
"That's the truth. You have to ask this person for details." Mu Shen put the person in the sun to bask in the sun.
The sun in the morning was not bad, so Mu Shen estimated that it had been in the sun for two-quarters of an hour before dragging the person in to enjoy the coolness and dissipating heat. When it was about time, he pushed the person out to bask in the sun.
"Do you want him to die?" Fuchen was curious. It was the first time he knew that the monk had murderous intentions.
"..." Mu Shen twisted his neck, stared at the grass and asked with a smile, "How did the donor know that the poor monk wanted to kill people?"
"It's easy to die when it's dry and cool for a while. I'm a grass and have experience." Fuchen's voice was high-pitched and childish.
Mu Shen thought for a while and stopped talking about big things. He explained with a careless way of thinking, "I am a human being and I have human experience."
Okay, that makes sense, different races. Fuchen agrees.
A temporary truce.
The two of them waited and waited. No one here woke up, but someone came from the mountain. It was an old man. Before he could see what he looked like, he shouted, "Killing! Killing! Monk killing!"
Fuchen looked at Mu Shen with questioning eyes.
Mu Shen looked back and said, "You have to make your own judgment."
Fuchen turned his head and immediately climbed into Mu Shen's ears to watch the show.
She already had a premonition that there must be a scene. The little monk couldn't escape. She was just a piece of grass, who would treat her like an onion?
If the drama doesn't burn you, you immediately straighten up and watch the drama.
