Chapter 394 Compassionate monk father is obsessed with obsession 13
Chapter 394 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 13
Seeing that he had scared people enough, the monk was about to take action if he continued to scare him. Fuchen quickly asked.
"Why is that man in the coffin?" Fuchen asked.
The old man hesitated.
Fuchen sneered, "Do you think you don't know if you don't talk about me? I'm just curious where you got the courage to think that I am inferior to you?"
The old man was so frightened that he kowtowed, "Forgive me, forgive me. I was just a little confused. I was obsessed with money. I shouldn't have deceived you."
"Say!" Fuchen yelled as he thought it was troublesome.
"Yes, yes." The old man kept kowtowing, "My father told me that there is a virtuous man in my family. If you encounter trouble, you can run to the coffin to seek the blessings of your ancestors. Xiao, Xiao
I didn't believe in ghosts and gods before, I just thought it was a rumor spread by false rumors. But people kept dying in the village, and everyone was terrified. I, no, little, little, I started thinking about a cemetery."
"I told you about the virtues of my ancestors, and then made nonsense about the blessing. I said that as long as I could sleep in that virtuous coffin for one night, I would be blessed by my ancestors and not be caught by ghosts and gods. I also went to the coffin in the ancestor's grave in person.
After a good sleep, as long as there is a gap in the coffin, no one will die. And as long as the people who come out the next day are alive, it proves that what I said is useful." The old man paused as he spoke.
"So?" Fuchen sneered, "How many people did you sell? And for how much money?"
"A total of nine people were sold for 30,000 yuan."
Fu Chen didn't understand these two figures, but the village chief next to him had a cold face. It could be seen that he was very dissatisfied that the money did not go into his pocket.
"What about the monk thing? He is just a monk."
I've been laying the groundwork for so long, so I just wanted to ask this question.
The old man turned around and seemed to be thinking about something.
Fuchen felt that she was too gentle and had not moved all the time, which was suspicious. She simply ran under the old man, tied the old man's feet with roots coming out of the soil, and dragged him down hard.
I've been fighting pine trees for so long, but I still can't beat you?
The sudden turn of events completely frightened the old man. His feet had already sunk into the soil and he kept struggling, but the white roots wrapped around his legs and kept spreading. He kept begging for mercy, "Ghosts and gods have mercy on me, ghosts and gods have mercy on me. I'm afraid that someone will die, bad guys."
Since the monk is a troublemaker, I don’t have to take responsibility for him. If he is not there, I have reason to say that it is his cause and effect, not mine."
Wrapping prohibited.
Fuchen looked at the monk. The monk always looked compassionate, and now he was not moved when he heard the reason.
The monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, "Amitabha. Donor, please turn back and find a safe place."
After the words fell, Fuchen put away his roots in cooperation and warned the old man, "This monk will be my flesh sooner or later. Meddling in other people's affairs will make you save others and kill yourself."
The old man knocked his head on the ground, the sound was in his ears, he was completely frightened, and he was trembling and unable to say a word.
"Monk, watch your life. I'm waiting to take you." Fuchen Hongsheng finished the last act, letting the surrounding trees swing, making her look majestic and walking away.
The devil must have the demeanor of a devil.
Then he quietly ran into the monk's ears and said, "Monk, it's up to you. All you have to do is yell loudly, "I'll catch you monster, and I won't spare you," and you'll be a hero."
"Amitabha." The monk saluted with one hand and recited the Buddha's name. "Donor, there are "ghosts and gods" here."
This was said to Fuchen.
"...Okay. It's quite pretentious to say so."
After hearing this, the village chief sneered, "Tsk, you just realized it. Are you stupid?"
When the monk wanted to leave, the villagers did not stop him. They only thought about matters that mattered to their own lives. The ghosts and gods wanted the monk, so they could not move, so they simply ignored him. But they completely offended the ghosts and gods.
There is no use sleeping in a coffin to confuse ghosts.
They hang around under the eyes of ghosts and gods all day long, waiting to be slowly selected, steamed, fried and grilled.
"Monk, why don't you stay? If you stay, you will be a hero?" Fuchen was puzzled and asked sitting on his shoulder.
The monk looked serious and said, "Donor, the poor monk thought that so many people died here, it is indeed suspected of being "ghosts and gods"."
"Are you serious?" Fuchen was frightened for a moment, always worried that a mouth would appear behind her, an invisible shadow that would swallow her in one gulp.
"Is it true that the smell here is weird and uncomfortable?"
"Huh?" Fuchen turned around.
"Huh?" He turned around again.
Look back again.
"Donor, what's wrong? But what did you notice?" the monk asked with concern.
"I always feel that there is a ghost behind me." Fuchen replied seriously.
The monk thought for a moment, put the grass into his ear, and closed his left ear. "This way-"
Before the monk could ask, Fuchen opened his ears, jumped out, and gasped, "Oh, you scared me to death."
The monk glanced over. Would a man a hundred feet tall be afraid of ghosts?
The monk shuttled through the forest. He had a good sense of direction and walked into the forest listening to the sound of the wind blowing the leaves.
There is a cold fog in the forest, and it gets thicker the further you go.
The monk's white robes disappeared in the white cold mist.
Fuchen huddled in his ears and shivered with fear, constantly turning to look around.
The monk wanted to go deeper into the forest, but he came out within a few steps of the forest and did not go in at all. After thinking about it, he decided to come back during the day and stay overnight near the village.
While walking, dust jumped off the monk's shoulders.
"Donor, let's go." The monk called.
"You go ahead, I'll stay one night." Fuchen walked into the cold mist.
The monk looked back and walked towards the crowded place without asking any questions.
The grass donor is a very wise and persistent creature. Now that she has decided, all he has to do is wait.
When the sun rose the next day, the monk opened his eyes and saw the grass coming out of the forest, striding forward, swinging the leaves in a big way, and walking over menacingly.
"What's wrong?" The monk was curious.
It's okay if I don't ask, but when I ask Xiaocao, he hits the ground with his body. "I'm so angry, so angry! I've been looking for the ghost all night, and he didn't show up!"
The monk was still curious, "Isn't the donor afraid?"
"I'm afraid." Fuchen said calmly, "I'm just too scared, so I'll just face it."
"I deliberately ran into the fog and attracted a wolf."
"As long as I go out, I will be stared at by wolves. Then I won't think about going out and can only stay in the fog."
"I turned around countless times because I was afraid that ghosts would find me."
"Go back and go back, I'm tired of going back, I'm irritable, I really want to come out and beat him up, make me so angry!"
"Then I searched and searched, and kept searching, but couldn't find it. Do you think you are very angry?" Fuchen roared in a rough voice, and his whole body kept shaking, showing intense emotional fluctuations.
The monk was stunned, staring blankly at the grass that was still jumping on his shoulders. After a while, he smiled with satisfaction and said, "The donor is so wise."
"Wisdom? Isn't it brave?" Fuchen couldn't understand the monk.
The monk smiled warmly, "You are very brave. The poor monk was surprised by the benefactor's wisdom and courage." The monk sighed, "How many people take the initiative to face difficulties? How many people lack the courage to face their fears? A scared person
, one difficulty has hindered millions of people in the world.”
"The donor can use tricks to force himself to face the situation and ensure his ability to implement it. He is also determined to face it head-on and becomes more courageous with every setback. This wisdom and courage make the young monk cooperate." The monk said seriously.
"Hehe, is that right?" Fuchen was embarrassed, "I just think I shouldn't be afraid of anything."
"Yeah." The monk accepted the instruction.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of suona, and the high and sharp suona made people's hearts wander, making it difficult to calm down.
