Chapter 397 Compassion for Monk Dad’s Obsession 16
Chapter 397 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 16
"Then what does the donor plan to do?" the monk asked, still looking indifferent.
Mr. Liu hesitated to say anything.
There was a strange grass in front of him, which exposed his previous thoughts. He didn't dare to say the wrong thing now.
"Since the donor wants Young Master Yan to solve the problem, how about leaving it directly to Young Master Yan?" the monk suggested.
Mr. Liu was still mumbling and did not dare to glance at the person next to him.
Mr. Yan stepped forward and took the initiative to relieve the siege, "Uncle Liu, there is no need to be afraid, let Xiaosheng handle it. Xiaosheng is incompetent, so it is no problem to protect the Liu family."
Mr. Liu glanced at Mr. Yan, but still held back his words.
"Is the donor worried that he will not be able to behave in a crowd in the future?" the monk asked.
When the key point was pointed out, Mr. Liu seemed to have had his air bag burst. He sighed and relaxed his back, "Even if we are afraid that the solution will be solved, we will not be able to survive. We are human beings and we have to deal with others. Xiao Lao
If you are not afraid when your son arrives, you are afraid that your descendants will not be able to integrate into the world and do not know how to interact with others. No one knew Mr. Yan’s identity before, so there was always a way, but now I don’t know what to do!”
The monk pondered for a moment and suddenly laughed out loud. When Mr. Liu, Mr. Yan and Liu Qianjin looked over, he said, "You can leave it to ghosts and gods." After saying that, he bowed his head in repentance and added, "Amitabha, you are so good, so good."
Broken.
It must be influenced by grass.
The monk clasped his hands together and kept chanting sutras, with his face flushed. This kind of approach seems to be a simple solution to the problem, but if you think about it carefully, it is not in line with Buddhist principles. It is shameful.
Mr. Liu's eyes lit up. He was thinking of a solution with his eyes shining.
Mr. Yan and Feifei looked at the monk, one smiled playfully, the other was ignorant and cute.
Mr. Liu told Mr. Yan his idea, "Since you want to push it, push it as soon as possible. I would rather bear the name chosen by ghosts and gods than hang up the hat of a monster."
"Uncle, leave it to me." Mr. Yan said.
The three of them left the living room. The monk was waiting in the room to chant sutras.
The dust didn't come back.
This night, the dust has not returned all night.
Early the next morning, when it was still dark, people were running frantically looking for the master.
"Master, master, it's not good, they are burning down the house! They are going to set fire to us!" The servant's voice woke everyone up.
In the Liu Mansion's housing plan, the masters lived in the center, and the servants lived in the surrounding areas.
A servant got up and peeed against the wall in a daze. As he closed his eyes and yawned, he heard someone talking on the other side of the wall. They said they were going to set fire to the monsters, and if they didn't hand over the eldest lady, they would burn them all together.
In addition to human voices, there were also many small and broken sounds. The servants knew very well that they were the clanking of firewood and the muffled sound of firewood against the wall.
The servants were frightened and carefully ran into the inner courtyard before they dared to call anyone.
Mr. Liu panicked again. He had just thought of a countermeasure, but then there was a riot. He was about to burst into tears. He kept stamping on the ground and asked Mr. Yan what to do.
Mr. Yan comforted Mr. Liu, "It's not easy for us to come forward in this matter. Uncle, go and ask the holy monk. He has a solution."
"Okay." Mr. Liu set off immediately.
When the servant next to him heard this, he immediately followed the order.
Mr. Liu ran out of breath before he remembered that there was a servant. Why was he running so hard? The servant standing aside quickly ran to call for help, with a look of pain on his face.
The monk opened the door, listened to the servant's croaking, and understood the reason.
"Holy Monk, let's go." The servant urged him when he saw that the monk still looked calm and unchanging.
"Let's go." The monk stepped away and walked outside the gate.
The sky was gray, and the morning light was still below the horizon. Many people gathered outside the door, holding torches in their hands.
The monk was surprised, "Monk, go away! You are the one the ghosts and gods want to eat, and we will not touch you. But behind you is a monster, who is the one who attracts the ghosts and gods, and we will burn him!"
The monk wondered, "If you are afraid of ghosts and gods, why are you not afraid of monsters?"
The logic doesn't make sense, why is Jiu so brave this time?
"Monk, ghosts and gods come and go without a trace, so we are naturally afraid. But monsters are different. They have entities. What should we be afraid of if we burn them? Besides, we have the Heavenly Master here, so what should we be afraid of?"
An old man with a Taoist robe and a white beard walked out from behind. Although his hair was white, his eyes were lively.
On top of the tall building, Mr. Yan looked far away. When he saw the old man in Taoist robes, his eyes narrowed.
conspiracy.
As soon as the old man in Taoist robes appeared, the monk's eyes also focused.
Come prepared. They are bound to win this time.
A charming young lady is not worth their troubles. They know that Miss charming and the "monster" are lovers. With the slogan of the eldest lady, the "monster" will definitely come out.
Of course it would be fine to directly capture the "monster", but using the slogan "Miss" also means a warning.
Warning: your lover is under our control.
Humans and monsters are in different worlds.
Demons have very few social interactions.
But people, using social power, public opinion or favors can help you do a lot of things.
The monk feels that it is more convenient for Fuchen to show up for such things. Her "lawlessness" can actually stop these people.
And that Taoist priest...
"Monk, where are you from?" the old Taoist asked slowly.
"The poor monk comes from the hearts of Buddhas from all over the world." The monk replied.
"Buddha's heart?" A ray of light burst out from Old Tao'er's sight, and it disappeared in an instant. His eyes slowly turned around, looking at the monk, "Do you have another herb?"
The monk frowned. The visitor was unkind.
"Amitabha, almsgiver, there is no end to the sea of suffering. Turn around and ask for help." The monk clasped his hands together and jumped onto the wall.
The door closed with a sound.
The monk asked in a low voice, "Donor, can you go back to the Liu Mansion?"
There is a root of floating dust left in his ear. As long as he speaks, the root will transmit sounds to the main body.
This is what the monk discovered. Fuchen... always thought that he was a piece of grass and had no ability other than fighting and causing chaos.
The roots and the main body can connect to transmit sound, and Fuchen ignored it as a matter of course, thinking it was just a gadget.
She is naturally stupid when it comes to recognizing her own strengths.
"Huh huh huh." There was a sound of wind in the ears.
"donor?"
"Hoo, ho, ho, ho." There was still a slow sound of wind over there, with suspicious interruptions.
"Donor, are you eating?" the monk wondered. He had never seen Fuchen eating before. Are you eating the northwest wind?
"Wow wow wow wow." There is still unintelligible language over there.
The monk was silent for a moment and then said, "Donor, the new Monkey King has come out."
"Wait for me!" The reply came immediately in the ear, "Uh." A burp.
Then there was the sound of the whistling wind and the flapping of branches and leaves.
The monk waited silently.
"Monk, what are you waiting for?" the Taoist asked.
The monk clasped his hands together, stood high on the wall, looked kindly, and said seriously: "Waiting for you to look back."
The Taoist priest frowned, then laughed, "Young people are just arrogant." He glanced at the village chief.
The village chief understood and signaled to light the fire.
Everyone came forward with torches to light a fire. The fire spread.
The monk tied the knot with one hand and chanted sutras with his mouth.
A layer of golden light formed on the outside of the wall, separating the wall from the fire.
"It's a small trick." The old Taoist snorted coldly, took out a stick of dust from his big sleeve, and flicked it towards the monk.
The great light suddenly shot up and roared towards the monk.
The monk's eyes narrowed, and the golden light on his body automatically formed into a ball, protecting his whole body.
The fire burned along the ball of light.
"Let's see if it's my fire that's more powerful, or your golden light shield." The old Taoist said coldly.
"Holy shit! Who dares to burn my monk!" A stern voice came chasing him.
Dark fog rolled in from behind. There was a sharp sound in the fog.
"Which grandchild doesn't have eyes?"
On the high building, Mr. Yan smiled. It was best to borrow the hand of "ghosts and gods".
Everyone's eyes widened as they looked at the engulfing black mist.
The people in Haimen Village immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, "Lord Ghosts and Gods, have mercy on me" while crying.
The village chief immediately turned his back and begged for mercy, pointing at the old Taoist, "It was not us who harmed the little master, it was him, sir."
Everyone turned their spears against Lao Daoer.
The old Taoist was still in shock, but when he saw everyone turning around, he ran away without saying a word.
Only the monk was wondering where the dust came from.
This fox is very good at playing tricks on others.
"Run?" Fuchen sneered, "I'll chase you!"
While everyone was busy kowtowing, a small green grass broke out of the clouds above.
The black mist slowly rolled behind the green grass, shrouding the crowd.
