Chapter 399 Compassion for Monk Dad’s Obsession 18
Chapter 399 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 18
The storm continued all night.
The forest canopy swayed with the heavy rain, and the wind and rain roared wildly. The thunder and lightning shook the top of the big tree several times as the dust changed, and the direction of the strike was directed towards the big tree.
The thick and straight tree trunk remained motionless on the ground, and the wooden dragon above it was swimming, raising its head and roaring at the sky.
Leiden and Longtou confronted each other twice, becoming more and more crazy.
But the wooden dragon on the tree became quiet, its head hung motionless on the branch, its body arched into a big bow, and only its tail was curled around the tree.
The monk saw this shape and smiled.
Mr. Yan looked at Mu Long, a little anxious. He turned around and saw the monk's smile and froze. Looking back at Mu Long, he seemed to understand. He opened his mouth wide and confirmed to the monk, "She is... asleep?"
"Judging from her posture, yes." The monk nodded and asked Mr. Yan, "How long will she have to sleep for?"
Mr. Yan thought about similar records, "A year, a month, a day, it's all possible." He looked up and looked up.
The wind and rain were blowing, and their clothes swayed in the wind. The rain hit their faces, and their eyes were gleaming.
The monk looked at the sky. It was overcast with dark clouds. The clouds partially obscured the wooden dragon, but he could still vaguely see it.
The sound of thunder and lightning rumbled, and occasionally the lightning flashed through the clouds and split the clouds.
"Master Yan, we need to seal the mountain." The monk said seriously.
According to this situation, the rain may submerge the villages at the foot of the mountain.
This rain is caused by floating dust, and cannot be caused by the common people.
She will become a god.
She will become a god.
This is the monk's idea.
Mr. Yan nodded. The map of mountains and rivers in his hand fanned out. Heavy fog shrouded the sky, and high in the sky, the fog continued to change in the form of array diagrams.
The mountains and rivers fan out, the big trees move and shift, the branches grow horizontally, the thorns protrude, the upper cover and the lower cover close together, forming a trap of heaven and earth.
A large spotted tiger jumped out from the bushes and walked slowly over.
"This is my friend Hua Luo, who is responsible for the preparation of animals." Mr. Yan introduced.
The tiger bowed his head to greet the monk, his orange hair still bright and majestic in the wind and rain.
The monk also clasped his hands in return. The rain splashed on his bald head, as if knocking a wooden fish.
"Hua Luo, no outsiders are allowed to break into the mountain." Mr. Yan said.
Hua Luo nodded. The tiger's head turned around, its tail played with the flowers, and it jumped into the bush and disappeared.
The monk joined his left hand in salute, pushed his right hand flat forward, and a ball of golden light emerged from the palm of his hand, surrounding the big tree.
"Ouch." The wooden dragon suddenly roared, its tail flicked, and its head made a loud sound.
"Hurry up and form a barrier!" the monk yelled, "She is very domineering when sleeping!"
The monk discovered that Fuchen was domineering in his sleep only on the second day after he met her. By that time, she had grown a lot and when the green leaves could hang to the ground, she started to slap him randomly to wake him up.
When sleeping, his body is the ground.
Since then, he has put a barrier around Fuchen to prevent him from being beaten to death.
As soon as the monk here finished shouting, the wooden dragon's tail swung over.
"Coax!" A big tree broke in the surrounding area.
Mr. Yan quickly took out his fan and let the surrounding trees move away.
There is not a single tree within a hundred miles.
Mr. Yan looked at the remnant tree that was retreating, feeling heartbroken, "This is too overbearing."
"It's not over yet! Hurry!" the monk shouted!
As soon as the golden circle of light was as big as a human being, it was swept away by the dragon body and scattered.
He broke up again and again, sweating on the top of his head.
"Want to..." How to do it? Before Young Master Yan could shout out, the ground shattered with a "bang". The force of the earthquake sent him ten miles away.
He was confused, looking at the fierceness of the flying dragon body and Feiwu constantly hitting the ground, he really couldn't understand how it could be so fierce while sleeping?
It is clear that the dragon has not yet finished growing up and cannot leave the tree, but she has hundreds of postures to sweep away everything.
"Holy monk, what should we do? If we don't hurry up, the mountain will be destroyed!" Mr. Yan shouted anxiously.
The formation eye is right where the wooden dragon grows. The wooden dragon moves randomly, and the surrounding dark clouds are forced to change their formation. Thick thunder, heavy rain, and fire are constantly falling from the sky. Everything comes, and the formation is completely messed up!
Mr. Yan avoided the thunder, the rain, the fire and the flying rattan, feeling that he was in a dream.
How could it be so confusing?
"Holy Monk! You are really fast!" Mr. Yan continued to attract attacks from the formation, giving the monk the possibility to cast spells.
"I have no more power!" the monk yelled.
"Ah?" Mr. Yan was confused.
"The poor monk has never experienced such a strong situation!" The monk dodged to avoid it. If he didn't leave, he would die.
Master Yan ran away as soon as he saw him. He was like a fool in the center of the formation and was surrounded by Yun Helong, so he also ran away in a hurry.
"How did you deal with it before?" Master Yan followed the monk and asked.
"The poor monk said that the poor monk has never dealt with such a large formation. Before, the floating dust turned into a big tree and it was very quiet. The poor monk just slowly cast the magic cloth to cover it." The monk explained with an embarrassed look.
"Then why is she like this now?" Mr. Yan was so angry that his tone changed, and he pointed to the "demon dance" outside where thunder and lightning and dragon bodies were bombarding the ground.
"Maybe," the monk thought, not forgetting to rush thousands of miles at a time, "it's because she is not accustomed to the climate, and she may not be able to sleep comfortably."
"ah?"
"Before, at Foxin Temple, she was illuminated by Buddha's light day and night and surrounded by scriptures. She slept very peacefully," the monk explained.
I think the Buddha suppressed her demonic nature, which is pretty much it. Mr. Yan complained.
"Coax!" There was a loud noise.
"Click, click, click." The crisp sounds came one after another.
The two of them were a little confused, looking at the sudden cracks in the ground.
"Coax!" The ground broke completely and his body fell.
The surrounding trees, mountains and rivers fell down one after another and fell into the abyss.
The two people who fell saw something in each other's eyes in mid-air, one was miserable, the other was helpless.
The storm continues.
The two of them could only look at the tree, the dragon, and the thunder from a distance, not daring to get close. They sighed in their hearts.
All the strength in his body was exhausted by the continuous fighting.
"How do you raise her?" She is too cruel, but she is still a good girl.
"She is very well-behaved. She is just not accustomed to the local environment." The monk said calmly.
But screw you. Mr. Yan complained in his heart, don’t protect the calf too much. Monks don’t lie. You said you are full of lies, how can you become a Buddha?
Mr. Yan looked at his own mountains, his own trees, his own clouds, his eyes were red, his steps were confused, his mind was agitated, and he was cursing wildly in his heart: Grandson Gui, please save some for me! What will I have left if I continue to fight?
Do you have any dead branches left?
The monk next to me sat down and meditated quietly.
By the time he regained his physical strength, Fu Chen would have been beaten almost as well.
Mr. Yan looked at Mu Long with red eyes.
"Say, what can we do?" He calculated. The wooden dragon is growing and won't wake up in three or two days. But the stretched dragon body can destroy new circles every day.
There were no mountains in front of them anymore, there were deep ravines, and they were all dug holes! Only a mountain where the tree roots of Mulong had grabbed hold was still standing there.
When the rain fell, in front of her was a river of loess, mud and gravel, riddled with holes. Even where Fuchen slept, she was the only one with green leaves, and there were still rocks underneath.
Master Yan kept himself from sighing and asked the monk again, "Tell me, what can we do?"
The monk thought hard for a long time and made a suggestion, "Massage?"
