Chapter 392 Compassionate monk father is obsessed with obsession 11
Chapter 392 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 11
"Killing people! Monks are killing people!" The old man kept shouting, with a ferocious expression on his face, and he shrank in fear when he saw the little monk.
Fuchen got into the cloth bag and quietly watched the enemy's situation.
Everyone stood there and waited.
As the old man shouted, a group of people gradually ran out of the mountain road, holding long knives in their hands.
Everyone formed a circle, pointing their swords at the wood god, and the circle gradually thickened.
The old man looked ferocious, pointed at the young monk, and gritted his teeth as if he had gained all his strength, "You monk are so brave, you are going to kill someone in broad daylight!"
People who are brave are also fat.
Mu Shen smiled and said calmly, "Donor, this poor monk is saving people, and -"
However, no one was willing to give him a chance to finish his sentence.
"You still say you are not a murderer!" Walking in front of the crowd, the old man pointed at Mu Shen's door and shouted loudly, "He has fallen at your feet, and you still say you are not a murderer?"
Mu Shen still explained, "Donor, the poor monk saw that this man fell, but he was just weak, and he was trying to find a way to solve it."
The old man said nothing and stared at the monk.
Mu Shen did not explain anything anymore and waited calmly.
In the silent time, the sun flies down, the heat rises, and the danger is ready to go.
"Uh..." The people on the ground made some noise and got ready.
The old man walked straight over and punched the person on the ground under Mu Shen's eyes.
Mu Shen reacted instantly, bent his knees and raised his feet to kick the old man away. He lowered his head to check on the man. Fortunately, he just fainted again, so he was okay for the time being.
"Amitabha, donor, murder is a grave sin." Mu Shen put his hands together.
"Hmph, I don't kill people." The old man said this and was speechless.
The heat gradually deepened and the air became scorched. Everyone stared at the wood god, with the intention of taking action at any time.
Fuchen was confused and didn't know what the drama was.
Mu Shen is not a meticulous character either. He ignores everyone's surroundings and only does his own thing. He puts the person in the shade and is puzzled by the behavior of the old man and a group of strong men.
Unable to understand, he waited quietly, drank his own water, and watered the grass in his bag.
About three quarters of an hour later, there was a strange noise on the top of the mountain.
Looking up, there were shouts and running noises on the other side of the mountain.
"Come on, beat the hell out of him!" Accompanied by the shouts, people kept emerging at the end of the mountain road, like overflowing water drops, rolling and increasing in size.
Soon, these people also rushed to the area around Mu Shen, increasing the thickness of the surrounding circle by ten people.
"Are you the one who wants to kill us?" A strong man said fiercely with a hoe. He gritted his teeth and glared like a glaring King Kong.
Mu Shen shook his head, "The poor monk has none."
"Oh, nothing? Then why did our people fall on your side?" The strong man pointed at Mu Shen, and the muscles on his body moved accordingly.
Fuchen quietly stood up and watched, still not knowing what their rhythm was.
"Donor, can you please listen to what this poor monk has to say?" Mu Shen hoped to get the right to speak.
"Say? There's nothing to say. Just tie him up and sacrifice him to the ghosts and gods!" the big man yelled.
"Yes, village chief." The people in the circle shouted in response, holding up farm tools.
Mu Shen clasped his hands together, and only had time to say, "Amitabha" before he was grabbed by several people with his backhand. The cloth bag on his body was also opened by others. After opening it, there was nothing, and it was thrown to the ground.
The rushing people did not care about their feet, and the cloth bag was stepped on and kicked forward and backward.
Fuchen took advantage of the crowd's attention to Mu Shen, ran out of the cloth bag, and ran to the edge of the roadside, where he mixed with the weeds.
In his sight, Mu Shen was quickly grabbed away, and the man who fell to the ground was also dragged away.
Fuchen felt strange.
There was obviously something wrong with that old man, who poured murderous water on the monk.
The village chief did not care about right or wrong and just pressured people to die.
The strangest thing is that the monk didn't resist.
The monk is not a pedantic person. If she were, she would have been lazy every day, eating, drinking and having fun. Would she still need to carry water to earn money for books?
Fuchen felt that he didn't have enough brains. She was curious and scared. When the crowd was out of sight, Fuchen followed the footprints.
When it got dark, Fuchen finally saw the monk tied up with iron chains in a courtyard. His clothes were dirty and had several tears.
"Monk! Have you been whipped?" There was unreasonable anger in Fuchen's voice.
Who touches her monk!
"Donor, you are here." The monk's tone was very calm. He looked at the grass growing wildly in front of him, the green leaves pulling out strips, hair, and leaves, but he was completely unaware of it.
"Donor, can you do me a favor?" the monk asked.
"explain."
"Hiding in the ears of the poor monk."
Fuchen was stunned for a moment, and his body quickly shrank in Mu Shen's eyes, returning to the height of a finger of grass.
"Monk?" Fuchen was confused and jumped on the monk. He was relieved to see that the flesh in the holes in the clothes was still white and firm.
"Donor, are you curious that I won't resist?" the monk asked with a smile.
Someone in the corridor noticed the monk talking in the courtyard and shouted, "What are you doing?"
The monk turned his head back and said nothing for the time being. The smile on his face did not change.
The man could not see anyone in the courtyard, so he scolded the monk and left.
After the people left, the monk continued, "Donor, did you notice what the village chief said? He said to offer sacrifices to ghosts and gods."
"Then what?" Fuchen couldn't understand the meaning of this.
"Why is there a living person in the coffin this morning? And it stayed overnight, donor. This is not consistent with common sense. Put the two together, and you can see that there must be a connection between them."
"Oh." Fuchen suddenly realized, "So you have to risk your life."
"Exactly."
"Okay then, I'm going to bed." As he said that, dust crawled into his ears.
"..." Wood God smiled and reminded, "Donor, this poor monk has something to ask for."
"Ah? What are you begging for?"
"The poor monk is afraid of fire."
"so what?"
Mu Shen already understood that Cao Mu was probably brainless, "Donor, the poor monk needs you to help the poor monk resist the fire when necessary."
Fuchen was stunned, pointing at himself, in disbelief, "Are you stupid? I am grass. How can grass block the fire for you?"
"Wildfire cannot burn it all." Wood God reminded.
"Only when the spring breeze blows do things come into being." Fuchen also reminded.
Mu Shen thought for a while and said, "Donor, this poor monk believes in you."
Damn it. Fuchen thought to himself, this monk must have been beaten.
The last ray of sunlight in the sky also fell into the sea, and only the afterglow of the moonlight slowly shone.
The people in the house finally took action. They dragged Mu Shen and threw him into a big bucket, washed him with a big brush, put on a red dress, and dragged him to the open threshing field in front of the village.
In front of the bonfire, the village chief man spoke loudly in a long and resonant syllable, "Dear Sir, today I offer you a hundred catties of fresh meat (160 catties in modern times) and ten jars of fine wine. I hope that you will have enough wine and meat."
It can save us from the pain of death."
After singing, the village chief waved his hand.
The two villagers immediately cooperated to insert sticks into the wood god. It was not easy to insert the wooden sticks because of the rope restraint. They took a piece of rope and tied them together with the sticks, and carried them to the fire.
"What the hell! Are you so insidious?" Fuchen couldn't help shouting.
"Who?" The two men carrying the wood let go of their hands in fright.
Fuchen was so frightened by the yelling that he wanted to run away, but then he thought, she was a grass, and there were grasses nearby, so they couldn't tell the difference.
You can play around a bit.
"You evil beast, I am your Lord Ghost, can't you recognize me?" Fuchen pretended to have a deep voice.
"Ghost? Lord Ghost?" Everyone looked up and down, looking for the source of the sound.
Finally settled on the foot.
The village chief stepped forward to take charge of the overall situation and asked uncertainly, "Master Ghosts and Gods, are you under our feet?"
"Oh, how brave you are to say that I am at your feet. I am in hell? Do you want to say that hell is at your feet?" Once he started playing, Fuchen quickly became involved and his voice became deeper and deeper.
She has watched "The Monkey King" and still has some concepts about gods and ghosts.
In the dark woods, everyone looked around, becoming more and more frightened as they looked around blankly.
When one person kneels down and kowtows, everyone will kneel down and kowtow at the monk’s feet.
"Master Ghosts and Gods, I didn't know you were here. It's a sin for me. Today we dedicated a monk. Please don't be angry." The village chief couldn't care less about the truth. He stabilized his position.
"Just this little monk? Do you think I have no eyes? There was no such monk before. You brought this monk here to take revenge on me. Don't you know that eating the monk will deepen your karma?" Fuchen pretended to be angry.
