Chapter 411 Compassionate monk father is obsessed with obsession 30
Chapter 411 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 30
Before coming in, Fuchen didn't think about one question: How should she get out?
Why did the missionaries who came in before die here?
Appearing in this world and regaining sanity will make it more real: there is only one chance to become a god.
This world places heavy constraints on missionaries.
There is a problem with this task.
The world provides only so much spiritual power, and only one chance to become a god.
And if they want to go out, they must take advantage of the opportunity of "ascension to godhood" to get out intact - this means that the incoming missionaries must compete with the mission targets for resources.
The conflict arises: if you help the monk ascend, you will die here; if you ascend yourself, the monk will miss the opportunity to ascend.
Fuchen sat on the top of the snow mountain, looking at the dark mountain under the sky. I was afraid that this way of heaven was not to save chance at all, but to fish.
Catching big fish like these "mission workers".
Great gods from the upper world died in one world. Their corpses are the best resources, and the overflowing aura and fish spiritual power will change the aura of the world.
It is not clear what role the monk plays in this. But I guess he may not be treated as well as the "protagonist".
No protagonist becomes "bait".
The young monk is most likely an outcast.
Fuchen sat on the top of the mountain and looked at the moon alone, thinking about the future.
Maybe the little monk had foreseen it a long time ago.
Mu Shen...it's obviously her.
The abbot of Sihai Foxin Temple may have foreseen that the little monk's disaster would be her, so he named him "Wood God".
Half a year later, Fuchen was bored and fooling around in the mountains when he suddenly heard a loud sound of "Amitabha". He turned around and saw a huge Buddha statue sitting between the sky and the earth. The Buddha statue lowered its eyebrows and kind eyes, lowered its left palm, and closed its thumbs on its right palm.
Raise your middle finger and raise three fingers.
He has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and is tall and majestic.
The monk is out of seclusion!
The dust flew past. Sure enough, I saw the monk slowly walking down the mountain to the temple.
Fuchen stopped in front of the monk and joked, "Your strength has improved? Are you not afraid of monsters eating your heart?"
The monk pursed his lips and smiled, with a gentle light in his eyes.
"Monk, I have some questions. When will you answer my questions?" Fuchen was floating in the air, talking about his troubles lightly.
The monk's eyes were bright, and he seemed to know what Fuchen wanted to ask, "The poor monk must first go to the abbot, and then quietly scan the Buddha statues for three days. Fuchen can wait for the poor monk in three days."
"Okay." Fuchen readily agreed. As expected, this guy knows everything.
She sat on the wall courtyard, eating the fruit brought by Ah Wu, and watching the monk quietly cleaning the Buddha statue. When the day came for the monk to leave the temple, Fuchen jumped down and slowly followed behind him, not urging, but just following.
The monk took Fuchen back to his residence - this was originally the residence of the two of them.
Push open the courtyard door.
No one lives there for most of the year, and there are novice monks who are responsible for cleaning. The monastery is very clean, and there is not too much dust.
The monk sat on a futon under the big tree in the courtyard, touching his Buddhist beads and saying, "Fuchen, please ask."
He is very calm.
Fuchen followed his rhythm and was very calm.
Fuchen sat opposite the monk, stared at him, and asked, "Monk, did you know that I would be your disaster?"
"What is a disaster?" the monk asked in a calm tone.
He is always peaceful.
By his side, life is peaceful.
The monk shook his head slightly and said, "The poor monk does not think that the donor is a disaster. The donor is responsible, capable, and has the world in mind. This is the luck of the people in the world. It is not a disaster."
Fuchen listened quietly and calmly hit the center, "But I am your calamity."
The monk smiled and said, "You don't have any bad behavior, and you don't mean any harm to me. How can it be a calamity?"
"Only one of you and I will survive." Fuchen coldly tore open the cruel side.
The monk still smiled and said, "Then let the poor monk go. The poor monk will always go to the Paradise because of people. It doesn't matter whether it is you or not. Besides, the donor is smarter than the poor monk and can do better for the world. If the donor goes,
It is difficult for a poor monk to have peace of mind, and he will have inner demons. Therefore, it is better for a poor monk to go." The monk said with a smile and a calm tone.
He never thought she was Zed.
He watched her grow up, watered her again and again, chanted sutras every day, and hoped that she would grow up and become a god.
When she transformed, he knew that she would be a blessing to the people of the world and bring happiness to the world.
She was on the verge of overcoming the tribulation and becoming a god, so how could he stand in the way?
Besides, he didn't see any conflict between the two of them. If she became a god, he would also be buried a hundred years later, and both of them would die. That's probably what it meant.
But Fuchen knew what "she was his calamity" meant and "only one of them would survive" meant.
Fuchen knew the monk's future, and explained with a frown, "Monk, look at me." The moment his eyes met his pupils, Fuchen suddenly realized: The monk's eyes had always been him. He had always looked directly at him.
Biao's words suddenly stuck in his throat. There was pain in his throat.
This look is so clear, like a lake, holding people on its calm surface.
The monk is too naive, simply hoping that a living being can grow up safely and become a successful person. Maybe there is a bit of human father-daughter love mixed in here.
Because of this, she couldn't let the monk accompany him in his future.
If she owed anything to anyone, it was only the monk.
The prince's kindness is to help the dragon, but the monk's kindness is to nurture him.
The prince's kindness was repaid with Jiao joining in to help her.
The monk's kindness is not that simple.
She also didn't want a monk who devoted himself to saving people to die.
Going back is unknown. Maybe going back is a scam. Looking back carefully at Shenjun's mission, it also seems like a scam.
She would rather give it a try than compromise her own strength.
But she hopes she can be prepared before she dies.
Fuchen took a deep breath and smiled slowly, "Monk."
The monk didn't blink, staring at Fuchen, waiting for her words.
"Let's have fun in the world again." Fuchen laughed, as if the depression in his heart was let out with this breath.
If there is not much in the future, then enjoy the present. At least, live up to the time.
If you are left alone to endure loneliness, there will be more good times in your memory.
The monk smiled and said, "Okay."
He thought: There is only one step left to overcome the tribulation. He has also entered the third level, and the next breakthrough will be Mahayana Buddhism. It is always good for the two of them to enter the world and practice.
The monk didn't bother too much. He lived a clear life. He simply packed up, greeted the host, and left with Fuchen.
Fuchen transformed into a little man and sat on the monk's shoulders, and happily went on the road.
"Monk, there are so many Buddhas in the three worlds and ten directions, which one do you want to be?" Fuchen was curious.
The monk smiled and said, "I don't know."
"I hope you will become Maitreya Buddha. Maitreya Buddha is so good. You can eat well and drink enough to sleep well." Fuchen turned his head away, thinking that this idea was really good.
The monk laughed.
Going out again, the two of them no longer had the freshness and expectations they had in the past.
The road faces the sky, so walk on any side.
There is a way to go anywhere.
Practice wherever you go.
The monk walked for two days. On the afternoon of the second day, a group of people came out of the dirt path in the mountains, holding sharp knives and aiming at the monk.
They are all wild and big men. It is not difficult to guess that they are robbers.
The principle of a monk's walking is to follow one's heart. Following one's heart will lead to a den of thieves.
"Amitabha, why did the donor stop the poor monk?" the monk asked.
"Stop talking nonsense and keep all your money and food." said the leader with a sloppy face.
The sleeping dust turned into grass and sat on the shoulder. Hearing the movement, it turned into a little man, and he felt fresh and excited, "Oh? Did the robbery hit your father?"
Several robbers with knives suddenly saw the little man and were very surprised. The leader with a sloppy face discussed with the people next to him, "Is it a spiritual grass?"
"There is only one talking grass in the world. Otherwise, you can ask them which temple they come from." Several people murmured, a little weakly.
The emperor's decrees were posted all over the country, and they had seen them.
"Master, may I ask, where are you from?" The leading man learned to be polite.
"Amitabha, Buddha Heart Temple of the Four Seas." The monk said respectfully.
With a sloppy face, he knelt down and said, "Master, please forgive me, Lingcao, please forgive me, I don't know who the two of you are..."
The few people behind also knelt down and begged for mercy, "Master, have mercy!"
Fuchen was not going to let it go, and snorted coldly, "Everyone queues up for a kick. Hurry up!"
Several people looked at each other and saw the monk standing but did not stop him. They stood one by one with their buttocks raised.
Fuchen stretched out his feet. The feet turned into white roots and grew longer, and he threw them away.
"Ouch!"
"Ouch!"
"Ouch!"
Several people made noises in pain, rubbed their buttocks, and then knelt down obediently.
There are rumors all over the country about the new emperor's tyranny and the "protection orders" issued everywhere.
"Why are you robbing? Didn't the new emperor implement disaster relief through work?" Fuchen asked.
He said with a sloppy face and a sad face, "You don't know something, sir. We are from Lingchang Village. There is Yinling Mountain nearby, and there are wild ghosts wailing at night. There are old and young among us, and we can't walk far. The land is also long.
Without food, we can only survive by robbing."
"Then have you arrived for the robbery?" Fuchen was innocent and unscrupulous.
The man with a sloppy face said, "Normally, people nearby will not resist if they know we are from Lingchang Village." He took a breath and licked his mouth, "for fear of getting into bad luck."
Lingchang Village, Yinling Mountain, this name makes me feel like I have reached the end of my life.
"Why do you call it this name? Wouldn't it be better to change the name of the village?" Fuchen was confused.
The bandits had ugly expressions on their faces, "This, we didn't change it on our own initiative. I don't know how many years this name has been used. Even if we change it, people in other villages still call it the same name."
Fuchen looked at the monk.
She was too lazy to take care of this kind of thing, but the monk would definitely go.
really.
The monk asked, "Can the donor tell me how to get to Yinling Mountain?"
"Master, are you going to Yinling Mountain?" He looked at the sky with a sloppy face, "It's getting dark when we walk there. Why don't you go to our village to stay one night and go there early tomorrow morning."
The monk shook his head and said, "I'm going to have a look at night."
With a sloppy face, he pointed to the mountains in the distance and said, "Sir, just follow this road and turn left when there is a fork in the road. If there is a sudden heavy fog and you can't see the distance, you can still see clearly after taking two steps back, which is the boundary of Yinling Mountain.
.However, you can only find a way out during the day. At night, there are wild ghosts wailing there, making it impossible to get out even if you want to."
A few people with sloppy faces accompanied them for a while, chattering along the way, "You don't know something, sir. We have to go out at sunrise to carry out robberies, and we have to go back immediately after noon. I am satisfied with every business today, so I just want to wait for another quarter of an hour."
Take a chance on courage. I didn’t expect to meet the master. It’s really fate.”
"Well, winter is miserable for us. Daylight hours are short, so we basically have to come back as soon as we go out. Occasionally we have to help the caravans who take a shortcut to Yinling Mountain to sort out the corpses."
"Then you take the money." Fuchen said honestly.
He scratched his head with a sloppy face, "Hey, hey, yes. We will take half of the belongings and help them drag out the bodies, and wait for their families to come and claim them. If there is no one, we will bury them for them."
"Then you have two professions. One is a robber, and the other is a body collector." Fuchen concluded, chatting together.
"Hey, hey, sir, that's right." The leader nodded casually and refused to argue.
After a while, there was a fork in the road. Sloppy Face and the others wanted to turn right, while the monk wanted to go left.
After walking a few steps with a sloppy face, they found the monk flying in the air, and realized that they didn't need anyone to accompany them.
The monk flew for a while, flying at low altitude in the mountains. As the sloppy face said, he reached a critical entrance. Suddenly, it became foggy and he couldn't see the distance.
Looking back, I can clearly see the sky in the distance and the mountains and trees. But as I walk forward, I see heavy fog and clouds everywhere.
After careful inspection, I saw a boundary marker on the roadside of the mountain, which read: Yinling Mountain.
The monk walked back and forth at the critical entrance, constantly testing. Fuchen was puzzled, "Do you suspect there is a formation here?"
The monk nodded.
Such an obvious boundary is difficult to explain, but the formation can be explained.
Fuchen thought of Bai, the cloud demon who used the dragon to soar into clouds with fog. The Wushan Mountain was quite similar to this place.
Keep walking along the mountain road, it's so foggy here that you can't see the road at all.
Unconsciously, there was no path under my feet and I entered the forest.
The sky is white mist. As far as the eye can see are dead branches and leaves, corpses and graves.
The floating dust simply glows by itself, and the long green light flashes in the white mist. It really looks like the legendary monster.
The monk looked at Fu Chen and smiled, "Fu Chen. It's better to keep it. It's daytime now. If there are still people here, wouldn't you be scared to death?"
Fuchen didn't think much and accepted it. He turned around and saw the monk glowing with golden light. Fuchen was not satisfied.
"Why can you do it?" Fuchen said angrily.
"Donor, people have different meanings to colors. Among the people, green light symbolizes weirdness, ghosts, and ghosts. Golden light represents auspiciousness and Buddhism. So it is okay for the poor monk to shine."
The meaning of this saying is: If you have the ability, you should shine brightly.
Fuchen: Do you think I am still a silly little grass?
"Humph. You are right." Fuchen turned his head and continued to emit green light.
Just let it go!
While it was still daytime outside the mountain, the monk and Fuchen were walking around in the mountain.
I found that there was nothing else except trees, graves, and bones.
The mountains are extremely quiet, and there is no sense of living things at all. There are not even birds passing by.
What impression you see at first glance remains the same when you see it later.
Dead wood. Grave bag.
Dead wood. Grave bag.
Gray. Dark.
Gray, dark color.
The entire field of vision is dark gray.
Repeated things appear again and again without accident. The layers of replication are horrifying, and the visual impact is too great.
"Hey." Fuchen flew to a branch and sat on it, unwilling to move. It looked exactly the same here.
"Donor." The monk raised his head in greeting.
"Ah?" Fuchen asked back.
"Please don't get on top of the corpse," the monk said.
"I didn't."
"Don't get under the corpse either," the monk continued.
"I didn't..." Fuchen raised her head and saw a skull hanging in front of her eyes, looking directly into the black eye sockets.
"Fuck!" Fuchen cursed. He simply moved a step, stopped in the air, and sighed, "Ordinary people would be scared to death when they come in. Their (corpse) territory is everywhere they go."
The monk looked at the dense white bones and messy graves under the fog, "What does the donor think caused this?"
"A battlefield, what else could it be?" Fuchen sat in the air, white mist covering her figure, and her voice rang out in the dead silence, "There are corpses everywhere here, and the locations are all kinds of weird. Of course it's a battlefield." Fuchen said with emotion, "War.
This is the scene at the end, where all life is nothingness."
The monk said nothing and stared at Fuchen.
Fuchen rarely expressed emotion, she was just used to it. Having seen more, she became more open-minded and could look at things from a big-picture perspective, and nothing could surprise her.
Sometimes, the monk wonders what she has experienced. Is she the Xiaocao he grew up with?
Why, sometimes, are there so many armors?
Is it due to personality?
Sometimes the monk wonders if Fuchen is a child he raised. Where does she come from? Is she a creature of this world?
After a while, the white mist rolled into black, like a storm sweeping across, with black mist flying from all sides.
The field of vision turned black.
It's dark.
The monk gave up his previous thoughts and continued to explore the forest.
"ah--"
"Ah~"
"Woo——"
Various sounds emerged from the dark night, noisy and messy.
Be alert for floating dust.
Something came over, but I saw a ghost floating away from me. The second, the third... countless ghosts were floating in this black forest.
Fuchen stopped beside the monk and said nothing.
There are so many that they can't even be counted in the dust. They can only be estimated based on the density and the size of the mountain. "There are at least 30,000 Yin spirits here."
but……
Fuchen turned his head and looked at the frowning monk.
Normally, no soul will stay wandering in time and will have to go to the underworld.
Some of them become resentful ghosts because of their great resentment, and escape the pursuit of black and white impermanence, but so many of them are abnormal.
"Could it be that... they are guarding the tombs of some royal nobles?" Fuchen's imagination was wide open. The recently released "The Monkey King" talked about tomb robbing, and she subconsciously thought of this.
The monk shook his head, "They are complaining, not willingly."
"There is a formation here, and they are not willing. Could it be that..." Fu Chen's eyes were firm, "They were designed to guard the tomb?"
The monk did not speak, but found a flat ground, sat up and recited the Ksitigarbha Sutra.
The dust flew up and followed the ghosts to see if they had any patterns that could help her find the tomb. She took out the black knife from the space and kept smashing holes. When she was hitting the sixtieth hole, she heard a big sound above.
There was movement, and I flew out to see, but I saw an army marching in the black mist, and it smelled very unpleasant.
Yin soldiers.
Why are you borrowing the passage here at this time?
No...how do you know there are so many Yin soldiers here?
"Amitabha," the monk blocked the way of the Yin soldiers.
The Yin soldiers in the second row immediately showed their weapons and were about to take action. The leading ghost general raised his hand to stop him and asked politely, "Master, why are you stopping me?"
"Donor, this poor monk would like to ask why so many ghosts here cannot enter the underworld?"
