Chapter 396 Compassionate monk father is obsessed with obsession 15
Chapter 396 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 15
Fuchen looked somewhere, and that person seemed a little strange.
"Monk, what should I do?" Fuchen looked at the monk who was watching silently.
The monk stared at the crowd calmly, listening to the gossip in the crowd, with a calm expression, "Since someone wants something from Liu's house, we naturally have to go and have a look."
Fuchen looked at the monk. He couldn't understand the little monk more and more.
The monk followed the crowd to Liu's mansion.
Liu's Mansion is a mansion with a red wall courtyard. Compared with the villagers' wooden houses and small courtyards with fences, Liu's Mansion is too exquisite and grand.
At this time, the Liu Mansion was closed tightly. Only a few servants were in front of the door to maintain order.
"It's closed! Are you guilty of being a thief?" Some people fanned the flames, and some people's emotions were instantly ignited.
The nerves that have been pressed for a long time have an explosive point, and people immediately become aggressive.
The crowd kept shouting at Liu Mansion. "Did you kill my son?"
"And my mother!"
"And my pig!"
"Why did you close the door? Are you embarrassed? Are you feeling guilty?"
"Hand it over! Hand over the monster!"
"Hand it over!"
The diatribes turned into a unanimous "Hand it over!"
Swearing and yelling accompanied by fierce fighting and throwing things.
Several servants were still explaining at first, but then they couldn't stand it anymore. Another one was pulled in the middle by the crowd and was torn apart. His clothes were torn and there were blood stains on his body. His ears were ripped off directly.
Those who were pulled screamed, hit, hid, and were pressed down and beaten by the crowd.
Anger and fear find an outlet that does not require responsibility.
Everyone volunteered to be a fool and roared to be the executioner.
I have a reason.
Look, he is the one who is hateful.
I'm justified.
See, everyone says that.
Nothing will happen to me.
Look, everyone is doing it. Do you want to kill us all? Do you want to die?
When a person faces the unknown and fear alone, he may be hesitant or afraid.
But when individual people become a group, they may become extremely brave, regardless of reason, just for the common emotion.
Now it’s time to vent!
The monk lowered his eyebrows, clasped his hands, pushed the crowd away, and pulled away the bloody man who was about to be torn apart.
People who suffer from pain are even more angry.
"What do you want to do?"
"Are you in the same group?"
"Are you also a monster?"
Everyone stared at the monk angrily.
Not knowing who would strike first, everyone rushed up to beat the monk.
The monk sat upright, reciting scriptures, and the Buddha's light shrouded his body to form a ball of golden light. He kept moving his hands to cast spells and cure the bloody people. He paid no attention to the world.
The monk didn't care, but Fuchen was angry.
"I'm going to fuck you." Fuchen glared at everyone, with green leaves growing wildly on his head and a strong body.
People who originally saw the golden light were hesitant, but were frightened away when they saw the mutated grass.
"Monster!"
"monster!"
The crowd screamed and ran.
Fu Chen was so aggressive that he had murderous intentions.
There is a strange sight in the air.
Fuchen quickly caught the sight and jumped into the dirt to chase after him.
I followed the breath all the way, but when it came out I was confused.
The breath was gone, and there was a beautiful woman and...a monster.
The beauty is very gentle.
Monsters... are also very beautiful.
He doesn't look like a bad guy.
Fuchen was stunned when he saw two gentle people, hesitated for a moment, and immediately returned to his usual temperament.
"Hey, hello!" Fuchen ran to the man in green in surprise.
The man smiled slightly and said hello, "Hello."
The beautiful woman next to her looked at the grass in the sky with bright eyes.
Fuchen glanced at the woman, she looked comfortable. Just comfortable.
Fuchen quickly set his sights on the man, bouncing around the tall man and asking 360 degrees, "How long did it take for you to become a spirit? Are there any others of the same kind? Do we have a village? Just like a human being. Hey, you have become a spirit."
Yeah, is there any secret to taking shape? Tell me, tell me, I want to take shape too."
The man smiled, pointed his finger in the direction of Fu Chen, and a pink flower appeared in the air to catch Fu Chen, "Ask slowly. You scare everyone away for me, and in return, I will answer all your questions."
"Really?" Fuchen was surprised. He was spinning in circles among the flowers in the sky. Suddenly, there was breath again!
Staring at the floating dust, carefully confirm the exact location.
There are black hairs flying among the white roots, all pointing in one direction.
The floating dust jumped deep into the soil, and the green grass moved quickly on the ground, breaking through the wall and leaving.
The man and woman looked at each other with smiles and helplessness in their eyes.
The courtyard was quiet for a long time, and a monk was led over by his servants.
"Mr. Yan, eldest lady, this is the master who saved our house. He wants to find a piece of grass." The servant was very respectful.
The man nodded, and the servant bowed and left.
The monk walked up to the man.
"Holy Monk." The man smiled.
The monk carefully looked at the man's eyes, put his hands together and saluted, "Young master, you are polite. The poor monk's name is Mu Shen."
The man also folded his hands and returned the greeting, "My surname is Yan, and my last name only has the character "Ran"."
However.
"Good name." said the monk.
"The holy monk is looking for that grass spirit?"
The monk nodded.
"After she came, I don't know why, but she went after something again. The holy monk helped me drive away the unruly people. I can agree to a condition, as long as it is within my ability." The man repaid his kindness.
The monk thought for a while and returned the gift with one hand, "The donor and the grass donor have the same origin. I wonder if you can teach the grass donor the experience?"
"Change it."
"Why?" The monk was surprised.
Mr. Yan smiled and said, "You and Cao Ling are on the same terms, there is no need to waste a single condition.
The monk shook his head and said, "That poor monk doesn't have any wishes either."
Mr. Yan smiled warmly, "Although I grew up in the wild mountains and am not as good as a Buddhist temple, I still have some ability. The holy monk can ask me for a treasure. You can also give it to the grass spirit."
The monk smiled and said, "Everything has its destiny. What's hers is hers."
Mr. Yan didn't ask any more questions. He left the monk waiting for Cao Ling in the courtyard while he and the woman left for another courtyard.
In the mountains, black hair is tangled and connected to form a wandering line, undulating in the air, setting off towards the depths of the mountains and forests.
The valley breeze is crisp and clear.
The black silk turns and goes up the valley.
Green grass followed quickly behind.
As night fell, the sky was as dark as a canopy, and the starless night sky was so chaotic that it looked like some kind of monster was hovering.
The monk was meditating in the courtyard, chanting sutras, closing his eyes and twisting Buddha beads.
The monk looked straight, turned around and stretched out his hand, and the grass fell on his hand.
"Donor, let's go."
He didn't ask why Fuchen was born so late?
Grass and trees love the forest.
In the past, Fuchen also liked to explore the mountains and forests in the monastery, so the monk didn't pay much attention to him.
"You two, please stay here. It's getting dark." The woman said to the monk, looking at the grass next to her with a smile.
"Monk, monk." Fuchen urged. She liked it here.
The monk nodded.
Dinner with Mr. Liu, Miss Liu and Mr. Yan.
During the conversation, we learned that Mr. Yan was a resident and had a good relationship with Liu Feifei, the eldest lady in the mansion, and he also treated her.
"Brother, brother, why can't I grow up?" Fuchen jumped up and asked the question.
"Insufficient spiritual energy and insufficient opportunities." Looking at Fuchen's still expression, he guessed that he didn't understand. Mr. Yan thought for a while, "To put it simply, he just didn't eat enough."
"Oh." Fuchen took small steps and ran to the crack in front of the door, feeling sad: She never grew up, so sad. They are also weeds, so how come the grass in the field is taller than others.
Fuchen also wanted to ask Mr. Yan about the monster, but was stopped by the monk's fingers and Mr. Yan's smile, so he could only mumble and talk to himself.
Mr. Liu, with his big beard and big eyes, stared at the weeds outside the door. He choked for a long time and asked the monk, "Little Master, is there really nothing wrong with this monster?"
As soon as I heard about myself, the grass stems straightened up.
"Amitabha, all things have animism. The so-called demons are generally the collective name given by humans to non-human spirits and monsters. This world is not only a human world, but also a world of all things. They have their own way of survival. The most common one is to absorb the sun and moon
Essence." The monk explained.
"Don't eat people?" Mr. Liu answered subconsciously, but regretted what he said - the grass outside the door suddenly grew taller, and the leaves curled up and looked like clenched fists.
Mr. Liu broke out in a cold sweat. This was terrifying even if he didn't eat people.
"Donor, you are afraid because you don't understand them and because of their inhuman power. It is human nature that you are afraid of this kind of power. But you should not judge others by yourself. There are many monsters in the world that you cannot see, because
They practice in the deep mountains and do not deal with people and avoid contact with humans. You see, you could not see or touch them before, and you have lived in this world with monsters for so many years." The monk continued to explain slowly.
"But now -" Mr. Liu wanted to retort.
"Now that your daughter is said to be a demon, do you want to kill her?" Fuchen walked in the door and interjected gloomily.
"How is that possible? How could my daughter be a monster?" Mr. Liu was very angry, looking at his daughter with a little wandering eyes.
Mr. Yan did not speak.
"But if people outside say yes, they think it is. It's useless if you say it. Similarly, if you say demons are a scourge, you think they are. It's useless if we say the same thing. Since you think I am a scourge, then you are
Wouldn't he also kill your daughter? After all," Fuchen paused and looked at Miss Liu.
Liu Feifei turned pale with fright.
"Three people make a tiger." Fuchen slowly added the last sentence.
"Dad." Liu Feifei turned around and asked, looking sad and frightened.
"Dad, I can't, I can't." Mr. Liu quickly shook his head.
"Of course you won't kill your daughter. If you do, you'll be killing the scapegoat." Fuchen said gloomily, "Your daughter has the best partner next to her."
Liu Feifei looked at Mr. Yan, hoping he would say something.
Mr. Yan still smiled lightly and kept his gentle eyes in contact with Feifei.
It's the default.
"His origins are unknown. Even if he brings your daughter back to life, you will accept him as your son-in-law. But if anything happens, you will still push him out as soon as possible. Because no matter how you calculate, he is not your family!" Fu Chen
Perak Pala said, forcing Mr. Liu to say it.
Liu Feifei also looked directly at him, waiting for a result.
"No, it won't happen." Mr. Liu muttered.
"Ha." Fuchen snorted coldly, and wanted to say more. Suddenly he heard "Amitabha", and Fuchen held it back. With a "hum", he shook his green leaves and ran up. He ran to the monk's shoulder and stepped heavily on it.
Jump down and disappear into the night.
The monk still sat upright and said, "Donor, if you listen to others, you will be in darkness, and seeing is clear. What others say is what others say. If you feel it with your heart, you will naturally know whether this monster is good or bad. If you are afraid, just be prepared, and there is no need to deal with it in extreme ways.
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"Master..." Mr. Liu looked at the monk subconsciously, asking for a specific plan. He was already embarrassed by being forced to ask by the grass demon just now, and he couldn't help it. "Master, there are all little girls out there who are demons, what do you think we should do?"
