Chapter 407 Compassionate monk father is obsessed with obsession 26
Chapter 407 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 26
Fuchen was sent to the hospital in a daze. He looked at the courtyard door behind him with a dazed look on his face. The leaf blade was dragging a small cloth bag. Fuchen looked at the courtyard door, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved.
Was she kicked out?
There was no one to see him off.
In front of me is the stone street leading out of the mansion.
She was the only one walking slowly on the stone street, unable to see the way ahead.
On the stone road, a cry of "wuwu" sounded.
Fuchen dragged his small bag alone and sobbed as he walked this long road. The grievances of being separated from his friends mixed with tears and fell on the stone street.
Immersed in sadness, I still saw the door.
Fuchen turned around, but there was still no one behind him. The emptiness in his heart was even more roaring like the wind.
The floating dust opened the door.
Outside the door, the monk stood in front of him.
See you when you open the door.
Still the same as before.
When he saw an acquaintance, Fuchen's uncontrollable emotions burst out, he shouted "monk" and burst into tears.
The monk patted the grass gently and waited quietly.
The crying was unbridled.
After a long time, the grievances poured out and his mind became clear. Fuchen stopped crying. He looked at the plaque of "Honored Prince's Mansion" and understood in his heart: She will be a burden to him. Now is the best time to leave.
"Monk, let's go." Fuchen said. There were no more drops of water on the stems and leaves.
"Let's go."
The two set out on the road again and left the imperial city.
On the city wall, the emperor's ministers saw him off.
If Fuchen didn't look back, she knew he wouldn't be there.
The first friend in life experienced separation like this.
Fuchen feels that he has grown up a little, and he understands that life is not easy, and he can be happy when he is happy, and there is no sadness when he is separated.
Enjoy life, enjoy the present.
"Monk, where are we going?" Fuchen asked, quickly regaining his liveliness.
"Donor, let's go find the dragon vein." the monk said.
The purpose of the trip to the palace is the dragon vein.
Sihai Foxin Temple belongs to the territory of the Kingdom. Naturally, the monks in the temple also belong to the emperor's orders.
One person and one monk walked into the mountains again after half a month.
The mountains are foggy.
In the early morning weather, things could still be clearly seen on the mountain, but now nothing could be seen on this mountain. It was completely foggy. When I stretched out my hand, it felt like it was a severed hand. Only the arm could be seen, not the wrist.
Falling into the clouds and mist.
"Monk, where are we?" Fuchen shouted.
They had been walking for seven or eight days. Heavy fog often closed the mountain in the morning, and the two of them could distinguish their positions while walking.
But this mountain is completely useless. The fog sticks to my eyelids, making it difficult to recognize and distinguish things. Putting your hands in front of your eyes seems to be an illusion.
The two of them can distinguish each other's existence entirely by sound.
The monks walked gropingly, memorizing the route and leaving marks, but the strange thing was that they always returned to the original mark.
The floating dust unconsciously emits green light.
In this world full of white fog, this light is a clear identifier.
The monk asked Fu Chen to wait, and went to explore the path by himself, judging the walking path according to the green light.
The two tried for a long time, but still couldn't get out.
The monk thought about it and realized what was going on.
Experiment again, staring at the light. When he reaches fifteen steps, the distance between him and the green light will always be equal until he finally returns to the green light.
There is a mystery in this fog.
"Hey, why is this mountain so weird?" Fuchen complained, listening to the sound when he threw stones, and the sound of the thrown stones was always the same.
"Oops." A charming female voice sounded. "Who threw it at me?"
Fuchen was pleasantly surprised and ran over excitedly, "Hey, how are you?"
I ran to the source of the sound and saw two people. One was black and the other was white.
wrong.
The strange smell attracted Fuchen's attention.
Fuchen walked closer to Xiuxiu.
"You are monsters!" Fuchen was overjoyed. "You are monsters!"
"Yes, aren't you too?" the girl in white asked, not understanding what Xiaocao in front of her was excited about.
"Hahahaha, this is the second time I see other monsters." Fuchen said. "My name is Fuchen, what are your names?"
The monk behind looked at the three of them calmly, put his hands together and saluted, "Amitabha."
The girl in white bent down to return the courtesy and said to Fuchen, "My name is Bai. He is Black."
The black boy closed his eyes and said nothing, standing there with a gloomy aura.
Fuchen was stunned for a moment. Without waiting for a response, Bai said, "You are probably lost. I will take you out. We are familiar with this place. You can't get out without us leading the way."
"Thank you, donor." the monk said.
"You're welcome. It's also because Fuchen is a demon. When you go out, you need to take care of your kind," Bai said bluntly.
The monk smiled.
"Have you always been here?" Fuchen asked.
She wanted to know about similar things.
"Yes." Bai's voice was crisp, "We were born here, and we are very familiar with every plant and tree here. I was surprised to smell your breath just now. Haha." Her laughter was like a silver bell.
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Fuchen was curious. He Yezi looked over, hoping to hear more.
"We demons are rarely seen anymore." Bai explained, "Hei and I are the only ones around here. When I was born, I heard the old man say that there used to be many demons, but now the spiritual power is getting thinner and thinner, and it is difficult to cultivate demons.
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"It's not just demons," Bai added, "it's the same with gods, demons and Buddhas. Hei and I both want to fly to the sky and see the world in the sky. We have been practicing very hard, but we have achieved nothing for so many years."
"Why?" Fuchen was confused.
Bai looked at Hei who was following him, "Because Hei has no eyes."
Fuchen was still confused, "Then how can I have eyes?"
"You can help me." A hoarse, deep voice suddenly sounded.
Fuchen looked at Hei in surprise. He had been silent and thought he couldn't speak.
The monk was about to speak when Fuchen already said, "How can I help you?"
The monk looked at Fuchen, his eyes dropped, and he silently twisted the beads and said nothing.
"Do you have two leaves?" Hei said, walking up to Fuchen.
"yes."
"As long as you give me a leaf." Hei said, facing the floating dust.
The hand twisting the beads paused.
Fuchen answered crisply again, "Okay." After saying that, he used the left blade to pull off the right blade.
"Huh?" Fuchen was sluggish for a moment, then rolled on the ground, "It hurts, it hurts, ah, it hurts."
"It hurts! Ah! It hurts!" The grass rolled in circles on the ground and hit the trees violently.
The monk approached, but before he could get close, he saw the grass rolling away.
Fuchen endured the pain and sobbed, and mumbled aggrievedly, "It hurts so much", and stood up shivering. The roots were bent, and the stems and leaves were full of water, as if they had been crying. The broken wound had
Golden juice.
Xiaocao walked up to Hei, held up her own leaf with the remaining leaf and handed it over, "Here."
Hei was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Are you really going to give it to me?" After saying that, he regretted it.
Demons also pay attention to cause and effect.
He asked, and if Fuchen doesn't give it, it doesn't matter.
"Yeah." Fuchen replied, enduring the pain in his body.
"No regrets?" Hei saw the golden light in the black. No one would give up their body.
"You have good eyes. Don't break them again." Fuchen shivered, all his energy was spent on enduring the pain.
Hei Momo took it and whispered, "I will."
Bai looked at Hei, and was overjoyed. He turned around and saw Fu Chen, with a sad face. He walked up to Fu Chen, stretched out his hand, and a drop of white dew came out from his hand, "This is Mist Whispering Dew, it's good for your wounds."
White dew drips on the fracture, slowly coating the wound with gel.
Fuchen soon felt less intolerable. Although it still hurt, it didn't have the itch that made him want to scratch.
"Let's go, I'll take you out." Bai said, continuing to lead the way.
The monk looked at Hei, put his hands together and said "Amitabha", and then left.
Hei held the green leaf in his hand. No one could be seen in the white mist. The green leaf in Hei's hand gradually turned into gold...
"That's it. You can go out by following this path," Bai said.
At some point, they were walking on a small road. Although it was still foggy, their vision was much clearer, at least they could see the road.
"Thank you." Fuchen said.
Bai Xiaoxiao said, "Fuchen, we will meet again. I hope you will ascend as soon as possible."
Fuchen was confused and saw that the monk had moved forward and followed the monk away.
They kept walking along the path, and as they walked they became completely clear. When they turned back, they found that they were already on the mountainside of another mountain.
The mountain opposite is full of fog, it is a completely foggy mountain.
Suddenly, white mist evaporated, and something big rolled in the foggy mountains.
Fuchen stared intently, only to hear a long groan, "Uh--" A dragon appeared out of the fog in the misty mountain! It circled around the top of the mountain.
"Look, monk! There is a dragon!" Fuchen exclaimed.
As the black dragon writhed, white mist steamed up and wrapped around the black dragon. The black dragon flew straight into the sky as if it were wearing auspicious clouds.
"Wow, it's a real dragon, it's a real dragon." Fuchen jumped up, very excited.
The monk smiled and said, "That's not a real dragon, it's a dragon. It's different from a dragon."
Don't worry, listen carefully.
"The dragon still needs to go down to earth and go through tribulations before he can become a real dragon." The monk explained.
"Huh?" Is it so troublesome?
It started to rain.
The monk is walking in the rain. Rain and mist rise from the outline of the mountain, slowly moving upwards. A trickle of water flows on the ground, making the mud sticky to the shoes.
The monk avoided puddles and walked slowly. The raincoat in his pocket was draped over his body.
Fuchen urged the monk how to overcome the disaster.
"Jiao does not have a complete true dragon bloodline. To become a true dragon is against the laws of heaven. It is very difficult to overcome the thunder tribulation."
"They thought of using the power of people. When the dragon is going through a tribulation, if a person can say that he is a dragon, which is equivalent to being recognized by people, the dragon will be recognized by heaven, and the thunder tribulation will be much smaller when it is going through the tribulation."
"This method has also evolved into another form, which is to go down to earth to help others and achieve fame. If the person's popularity is recognized by heaven, it can also weaken the thunder disaster."
"So, Jiaolong still has one calamity left, and this calamity must be solved with someone's help."
The monk explained.
"Then just help him," Fuchen said.
The monk shook his head, "The poor monk is outside the world of mortals and is not a real human being, so he cannot help him very well."
He can help, but Jiao will have to repay the favor even more in the future, otherwise the day of his ascension will be the day when he explodes.
"What's the difference between a dragon and a real dragon?" Fuchen was confused.
Isn’t it okay if I don’t become a dragon? It’s so troublesome.
"The main difference is that the dragon has only one horn. Although it can fly briefly in the sky, it still has the influence of the original snake and can only dance and control water."
"The dragon has two horns and can fly in the sky. It can control water and distribute water," the monk said.
"Wow."
What the monk didn't say was that the dragon's horn was the leaf of Fuchen, and it was also the dragon's horn of Fuchen. But the dragon owed her the grace of salvation, and she would have to repay it in the future. And the mist demon, who transformed into a cloud with the help of the dragon's power, also had the same
Cause and effect stained with dust.
The place just now is the dragon vein. The dragon that grows there and rushes out first is contaminated with the dragon energy of the mountains and rivers, and will definitely have the opportunity to attack the real dragon in the future.
At the same time, the Royal Palace.
The golden dragon on the emperor's body moves slower, he looks much older, and his face has a lot more white beards.
Zunwangfu.
The gentleman looked up to the sky and looked at the rain. The sky was filled with dark clouds. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. He was afraid that he would be in big trouble. He had to go to the Dragon Vein!
"Steward, prepare the horses to leave the city. Leave no one in the house and rush to the high ground!" Junzi said nothing, the black mist on his body suddenly grew larger, and the black dragon kept churning.
The rain became heavier and heavier, and the monk and Fuchen were trapped on the mountain and could not go down.
At the beginning, it was just a flowing stream at the foot of the mountain. After a while, it swelled into a rushing river with an astonishing growth rate.
The monk frowned and jumped to the top of the mountain to watch. All the valleys with thousands of miles of mountains were flooded!
The monk ran to look at the foggy mountains. The fog had completely disappeared, revealing the original appearance of the mountains. However, the peaks were wonderful and beautiful, with towering walls and majestic momentum, which shocked the heroes. Combined with the mountains and mountains stretching for thousands of miles, it is no mistake that this is the leading place.
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The monk flew straight up into the sky and looked down at the earth. He saw that the vast land was filled with roaring rivers, rushing towards here.
Looking more closely, some mountains have been washed away by water and turned into river beds.
The mountains and rivers in the world changed their courses, and the water flow showed the momentum of three giant dragons, rushing towards here.
Dragon veins are dangerous!
"Floating dust!" The monk shouted, "Check the water potential! We have to be fast!" The monk flew in the air, "We must stop the water dragon and surround the mountain dragon!"
If Wushan (Longtou) is flooded, the world will change.
Haimen Village.
Mr. Yan took all the villagers to the highest mountain to avoid the water.
Thanks to Fuchen, the abyss she dug happened to be a reservoir for water storage, and the nearby mountains were able to accommodate people temporarily.
Mr. Yan looked at the sky and sighed. It was raining so hard that the dragon's tail was about to be submerged. He didn't know what happened to the dragon's head.
However, as a mountain god, he cannot leave the mountain.
Fuchen, holy monk, I rely on you.
Royal Palace.
"Your Majesty, the king went out of the city without authorization and ordered 30,000 troops. He said it was to control the flood. I'm afraid..." The old man paused and said with a sigh, "When he comes back to control the flood, the throne will be changed."
The emperor was silent.
"But this water must be managed by others. Your Majesty, I think things have to be prioritized. The water is so urgent that I may not be able to get back and forth from the palace and out of the city. The prince is anxious to control the water for the sake of the world and the emperor." A young man said.
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"Isn't there a holy monk?" someone said.
The young man knelt down on one knee and said, "Your Majesty, the water level in the world has skyrocketed, and the imperial city has already risen three feet. There must be something wrong with the dragon veins. The holy monks don't know the geographical layout as well as the prince, so they may not be able to control the water in time. Then the dynasty will be annihilated! Your Majesty.
This trip is bound to control the flood. If he fails, he will be the first person to die. Your Majesty, this kind of loyalty truly shows heaven and earth."
The emperor still didn't speak. He turned his eyes and scanned slowly. He glanced at someone.
The man shrank, hiding his figure.
"Ying Kun, you are my second prince. You will go with your uncle to control the water," the emperor said.
