Chapter 398 Compassionate monk father is obsessed with obsession 17
Chapter 398 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 17
The dark clouds are ominous.
The monk suddenly remembered where he had seen such black clouds.
Quickly forming a barrier, the golden light shield blocked everyone.
Dead! It’s dead!
"Go! Go quickly! This is what will kill you! These are ghosts and gods!" the monk yelled!
Young Master Yan on the high-rise building also suddenly realized that the fog was unusual. He flew into the air and fanned the mountain and river map in his hand vigorously.
The crowd below had been stunned for a long time. When they heard the word "ghosts and gods" and the dark room in front of them, they knelt down and crawled to escape.
The crowd fled in all directions, and one person who had been standing there seemed abrupt. He stared at the slowly moving clouds, his face gloomy.
He took out a short stick of incense from his arms, and the incense burned and floated into the dark clouds. He threw the incense at some unlucky guy, and he ran away in fear.
"Buzz."
"Buzz."
"Buzz."
The black room split into two, with most of it leaving, and a hurricane-like black mist turned towards them, heading towards the crowd.
Mr. Yan looked coldly at the fleeing crowd. He flew to investigate, his robes shaking slightly, and his sharp eyes searched the crowd. He quickly identified a person. He leaned down and grabbed it like an eagle, pinching his neck.
"Sir, have mercy on me, my lord, have mercy on me!" The man kept kicking his legs and repeating these words.
He glanced at it and threw the person away. He held a short piece of incense in his hand, and it disappeared into ashes when the wind blew.
Soul-inducing fragrance.
Mr. Yan turned around and looked at the black mist with a cold eyebrow, "This thing is still alive." He flew over the monk.
"Holy monk, leave!" Young Master Yan shouted.
"Amitabha." The monk stepped aside.
Mr. Yan looked at the black mist, chanted a mantra, and fanned with his left hand. The tall trees above formed a forest of single trees, and one pillar held up the sky.
His words carry heavenly secrets, and his hands reveal red flower demon vines in his ears.
"Turn!" Mr. Yan's big fan flew in his hand, and the shadow of a big mountain appeared in front of the fog.
As the big fan dances, the rain and fog in the fan gradually subside, revealing the solid form of the mountain.
The fog collided with the mountain, and the two dissolved each other. The fog also took off its disguise as fog, revealing something like black water.
Mr. Yan danced his fan vigorously. In an instant, black water seeped into the mountain and the mountain became a black mountain.
This thing... Mr. Yan frowned.
"Amitabha." The monk chanted the Buddha's name, and a layer of golden light appeared on the mountain in the fan.
"As long as the golden light is there, the black mist will not leak out." The monk explained.
Mr. Yan fell to the ground, and the mountains in his hands disappeared.
"Sir, are you the mountain god here?" the monk asked.
"Exactly." Mr. Yan no longer concealed it.
"Do you know the origin of this water?"
"A year ago, this water entangled Baishan. The water was invisible and could not be grasped or eliminated. It gradually affected the feng shui of Haimen Village. The deaths in the village were also due to excessive intake of this water." Mr. Yan explained,
He stared and paused, "But there is one person who can restrain it."
The monk asked seriously, "But the grass donor?"
Mr. Yan nodded.
The monk was silent, clasped his hands, and drooped his eyebrows. He breathed in and out, "Let her decide for herself."
The two of them turned into the woods and jumped and ran. It was not convenient to fly in the mountains and forests, but running quickly was more suitable for tracking.
Soon, the two found Fuchen.
Fuchen stood motionless in one place. There were black whisk threads scattered beside him.
"Donor, what are you doing?" the monk asked.
"Chasing someone." Fuchen said matter-of-factly, "That damn old man went into a hole in the ground. Damn it, I have to dig him out."
"I'll help you too." Mr. Yan transformed into a flower tree, its roots reaching deep into the earth.
The monk opened his eyes and saw that underneath the grass were roots that were thicker than a human being. The roots were moving as if they were sucking something. Looking further down, he found that the roots were all over the entire mountain.
The roots of the flowers and trees nearby are not that scary, but the ability to break through rocks and escape from the earth is not too impressive.
In the mountain forest, animals are no longer the rulers of the forest.
Trees control the landscape, wind and clouds. They break through the earth and turn rocks, absorb wind and rain, and circulate the feng shui of heaven and earth.
"Ah, I caught it!" Fuchen exclaimed, pulling up the black water in the deep valley, "Huh?"
From the perspective of the monk's discerning eyes, the complex roots are grasping the black water, surrounding it from top to bottom, and the root hairs penetrate and swallow the black water.
"Run away." Fuchen regretted. The roots continued to wrap around the black water and suck.
The black water seemed like a big snake scurrying around, being controlled and swallowed by the floating dust.
On the low and invisible battlefield, floating dust quietly resolves dangers.
Her roots are inserted into the black water like needles, sucking in bit by bit, growing the roots.
After the black water was gradually absorbed, a golden color appeared deep in the mountain.
The floating dust roots quickly move towards the gold.
Before he even got close, he noticed the intruder.
Fuchen was furious and suddenly realized that it was Mr. Yan, his own kind. He resisted the urge to hit him and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"Don't move here!" Mr. Yan warned seriously, staring at Fuchen.
"Can't move? I worked so hard to destroy that thing just for convenience. Tell me, I can't move?" Fuchen asked gloomily.
She was led here by the black water and found this golden thing that looked like mist and water.
This thing was almost as attractive to her as a monk, but it was surrounded by black water. When she moved Jin, Hei pulled Jin to dodge. This made her desperately try to destroy Hei.
"Can't move? Can you tell me a reason why I can't move?" Fuchen shouted, his roots entangled the roots of the flower tree, ready for a fierce battle at any time.
"Amitabha." The monk interrupted.
"Buddha is useless!" Fuchen was angry and turned to attack the monk.
Dare to disturb her eating? Seeking death!
Mr. Yan was sweating and suddenly changed his thinking. He knew that most of the newly growing plants and trees were thinking in a single line.
A different angle might work.
"Because this is my thing. It is my treasure. I can also be considered as your kind. If you rob the same kind of treasure, you will be despised by the demon world in the future." Mr. Yan said.
Fuchen was stunned and looked at the monk and then at Mr. Yan, embarrassed.
She has never been with others of the same kind.
In the Buddhist temple there are only pine trees that fight with her and Bodhi that never speaks.
"Here you go, here you go." Gensu let go of Jin.
Although the food is delicious, eating alone is not satisfying. Having a companion or brother of the same kind can end the sense of not belonging among the aliens in the crowd, and Fuchen is happy to accept it.
Fuchen pulled out his white roots from the soil, climbed onto the monk's shoulders and slept.
"Floating dust." Mr. Yan shouted.
"Huh?" Fuchen was confused.
"There are still several mountains for you to eat."
Fuchen scratched her head, her head was dizzy. She didn't speak, so she accepted it.
The monk left with the swaying grass, and Mr. Yan led the way. A flying leap revealed a black mountain.
The floating dust fell to the ground, and its roots slowly stretched. Suddenly, the earth and rocks cracked, and huge roots suddenly crisscrossed along the ridge, and the roots were entangled; on the ground, the big branches in the sky were lush and tall, green and tall. Accompanied by the roar of dragons!
On the big tree, the dragon body transformed into a dragon head.
As the dragon roared, the black water was swallowed by the roots.
The monk let go of the golden light shield, and the black water stretching thousands of miles across the mountains quickly sucked into the big trees. Looking from a distance, the mountains looked like black dragons dancing, and the big trees shaded the sky.
The black water spread along the heel of the tree to the trunk, and then towards the faucet.
The dragon entangled in the big tree opened its mouth, and black water poured into its mouth.
Mr. Yan looked up at the wooden dragon. His feet turned into roots, and he stepped on the golden light thousands of miles away. The roots turned into feet, and a piece of golden scale appeared in his hand, which he threw towards the dragon's body.
"Ang!" the wooden dragon roared!
The dragon's body is circling, and its body is circling from top to bottom, rising to the sky and roaring.
Dark clouds gathered in the sky and strong winds blew.
The golden scales are attached to the dragon's body, and golden light flows around it. The wooden dragon has a layer of transformed gold.
The monk was so excited that he flew high into the sky and looked down at the wooden dragon. Suddenly he found that there were no dragon eyes.
Eyeless dragon.
My heart went cold.
A little less. A little less.
The monk thought, and his mood returned again. He was a little anxious, but more happy.
Now the only thing missing is my eyes, and I have successfully cultivated.
The dark sky finally began to rain heavily, but it could not wash away the joy and expectation in the monk's eyes.
