Chapter 412 Compassionate monk father is obsessed with obsession 31
Chapter 412 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 31
The ghost general said, "Master, do you know that a formation has been set here?"
The monk nodded.
When Fuchen appeared, he immediately chose to remain invisible and quietly watch.
"So we can't take it away."
"Why? The formation can't be solved?" The monk was puzzled, "The poor monk..."
"Hey," Ghost General interrupted, "Master, I don't know something. Five hundred years ago, this Yinling Mountain was a geomantic treasure."
"Sanzheng Tianshi regarded this place as his tomb. It happened that the two armies fought here, resulting in countless casualties. The treasure land was turned into a netherworld by the Yin spirits."
"These three righteous angels are just like you now. They were once in the limelight and were the most likely to become gods."
"But the technique was the first to be created, so I turned to the Earthly Immortal."
"But it's such a coincidence."
"The place where corpses are cultivated was destroyed by the army. The Three Righteous Masters cannot become gods and can only wait for death."
"The Master Sanzheng was angry and imprisoned all the Yin spirits, preventing them from being reincarnated as humans."
"This place has become the Yinling Mountain. The Heavenly Master also went blind because of his karma. He failed to improve his cultivation and was buried in the earth after his death."
"The Heavenly Master and his descendants are so powerful that no one dares to take them into the underworld. So... Master, don't make things difficult for us."
"There is always a solution," the monk said. "They have been here for five hundred years. In another hundred years, they will really disappear from the world."
"I said, it can't be done." The ghost will be in trouble.
"Can the donor tell the poor monk what to do? Can the poor monk..." the monk continued.
Sometimes, monks are very stubborn people.
"Monk!" the ghost general scolded, "don't drink wine as a penalty! You haven't become a god yet. I respect you and respect you. Don't force others to do anything!"
Fuchen frowned and shouted, "Who doesn't want to drink a toast?" Fuchen appeared with a wooden knife lying in front of him.
The ghost general took one look and knew that the blade did not have much malevolence, and even had surging spiritual energy. He was confused, "Who are you?"
"Hit your man!" Fuchen rushed forward and broke into the army directly.
The monk raised his hand to grab Fuchen, but his hand was empty. He watched Fuchen rush into the army, the wooden sword flipped and jumped. In the dark night forest, no one could be seen, black and shadows gathered together.
When he heard the whirring sound of Fuchen wielding his sword and the wail of ghost soldiers, he knew that Fuchen had not suffered any loss.
After a while, Fuchen stepped on the ghost general's head and blew on the wooden sword, which made a clanking sound. "Hey, an army of a hundred people has the nerve to fight me. Tsk tsk. Next time, I will call you ghost king out, and then call out ten thousand soldiers, and then fight with me."
beat."
The ghost will be humiliated, "Who are you?"
Fuchen stuck the knife in front of the ghost general and boasted casually, "Fuchen, you have killed a hundred thousand soldiers and horses and defeated a hundred Yin soldiers." He kicked the ghost general and pointed in the direction of the monk, "Huh?"
The ghost general was aggrieved, but his life was in the hands of others, so he whispered, "We really have no power in this matter. The more formal way is to go to the King of Hell. If the King of Hell opens his mouth, we dare to accept it. Or, if you have the ability to deal with Sanzheng and the others, you can also
Let them go directly to the underworld."
Fuchen looked at the monk.
The monk made up his mind, "Take us to the underworld."
The ghost general turned his face away without saying a word, unmoved and obviously unwilling.
"Want to die?" The black knife approached his neck.
The ghost general suddenly shouted, "I will die if I go with you."
Hearing this, Fuchen suddenly had a bad idea in her mind. She took out Jiang Ziwufa's national notice and gave it to the ghost general, "Here, just show this to your ghost king."
The ghost general's face twitched when he saw the human emperor's edict. The ghost king is in charge of him, ghost! Not the human emperor!
"Don't worry, that's right. Look, didn't you see it written here? Any creature that disrespects our monks and spiritual herbs in Foxin Temple will face the wrath of the new emperor. You ghosts sleeping underground must be wary of people on the ground.
.You are afraid of the descendants of that ghost, aren't you afraid of the king who rules a country? Don't worry, you ghost kings still have to give face to the emperor." Fuchen reasoned seriously.
The ghost general is not willing to listen to people's deception, but his life is in his hands now. He keeps his eyes on the edict of the human emperor. At least, he has a formal "excuse", and he can barely give an explanation to the ghost king industry. He can only treat it as a dead horse.
Horse doctor. "Follow me." The ghost general took out a key, and a door immediately appeared from the ground.
A black mist-like vortex was behind the door, and the door was so dark that it was impossible to tell what material it was made of.
There is a big black dog head on the facade. If you stretch your hand over it, the dog head can bite people. It stares at you with a look of ignorance.
"Wow." Fuchen exclaimed, looking like he had never seen the world at all.
At this time, the ghost general found his dignity as a ghost general, straightened his back and said a few words to the ghost general.
"Aww wow..."
"Woof woof woof..."
Fuchen looked at the conversation between a ghost and a dog in a strange way, as if he was witnessing acrobatics. Good guy, it turns out that you can still talk to a dog after death.
The black door opened, and the sound of a mecha turning came from the door.
"嘚"
"嘚"
"despair"
The alarm sounded and the door opened.
"Follow me." The ghost general stepped into the yard first.
The two followed Bai Jun into the gate, walked through a blur of black, and then walked into a field of dilapidated wild graves. There seemed to be evil ghosts hidden in these graves.
Keep walking. The scenery on both sides changed quickly. Fuchen sat on the monk's shoulder and saw the desolate fields and walked past a small archway. The ghost general pointed at the huge thing in the black in the distance - a huge thing with the words "Gate of the Underworld" written on it.
city gate.
"That's where the gate of hell is closed. I still have a mission, so it's inconvenient to go in. You two... don't say it's me who leads the way." The ghost general requested.
The monk nodded naturally.
Fuchen watched all this enthusiastically.
The two walked to the door.
The bull-headed and horse-faced man holding weapons crossed blocked the intersection, blocking Fuchen and the monk, "You two, you don't belong to the underworld, you'd better go back."
The monk stepped forward and said, "Donor, this poor monk wants to talk to the King of Hell about the thirty thousand ghosts in Yinling Mountain."
Ma Mian spoke up and advised, "Monk, you are the relic container of the Buddha. You are destined to become a Buddha and become a saint. You can just stay on earth and practice. Why bother with the affairs of the underworld?"
When you step into the supernatural world, it seems that everyone knows who the monk is, who he will be, and who he will become in the future.
Fuchen looked away and looked around. The sky here was black. There were groups of people lining up at the door.
"Amitabha, the poor monk who cultivates Buddhism wants to save all sentient beings, so how can he turn a blind eye and ignore the innocent souls?" the monk said calmly.
The Minotaur looked at each other and asked, "Do you want to find the King of Hell?"
The monk nodded.
The bull-headed horse looked at each other again, removed their weapons, and let go.
The monk led Fuchen towards the gate of hell. Fuchen turned around and looked back, and saw a bull-headed horse looking directly at their backs with solemn expressions.
It was as if he had a premonition that something would happen.
Passing through the city wall and stepping into the boundaries of the underworld, you can see many, many souls. Most of them look similar to humans.
And those who can clearly feel the yin energy, or even have changes in appearance and outline, are ghosts.
The monk's eyes were firm and he chose the path straight away. Fuchen sat on his shoulder and could not see enough.
The two walked on Huangquan Road and then stepped onto the Golden Bridge.
"You two, do you want to drink my Meng Po soup?" Meng Po asked, holding a bowl of soup.
The monk shook his head and walked straight past.
Po Meng didn’t stop her either.
Three bridges span the Forgotten River, namely the Golden Bridge, the Iron Bridge and the Wooden Bridge.
Different people are crowded on different bridges. It looks like a scene of busy people rushing to work in the early morning fog.
Just more realistic.
Ghost hands are constantly reaching out from the Forgotten River, expecting to catch the souls that have fallen into the water and eat them. The sound of ghost cries is more unpleasant and terrifying than the howling of wolves, stimulating the brain and making the whole body uncomfortable.
The two walked across the Golden Bridge. Their eyes casually glanced at the end of the Golden Bridge, and there was a flower from the other side growing beside the bridge.
The red petals and bright stamens flutter by the bridge.
Although the flower of the other shore grows close to ghosts, it mostly grows in the wilderness of ghosts. There are countless wild ghosts floating there.
Fuchen jumped down and became the size of a girl. She stopped in front of the flowers and was silent.
Hibiscus flowers greet the dead. This is not a good sign.
My eyes drifted slightly: countless good souls passed by on the Golden Bridge, the Forgotten River under the Golden Bridge was surging, and the ghosts were howling.
The monk waited quietly.
Halfway through, Fuchen turned around and said, "Let's go."
The monk followed.
Behind the two of them, the other shore flowers were swaying in the wind.
Before reaching the Senluo Hall, a man in official uniform came forward to greet him and said, "Are you two here to see King Yama?"
The monk nodded. Fuchen looked at this person expressionlessly.
The man smiled and said, "I am the judge of King Yama. Your Majesty is not here today. If you two are here because of the Yinling Mountain matter, I know how to do it."
The monk asked, "What method is it?"
The man smiled but said nothing.
Fuchen looked at the judge. He had bright eyebrows and starry eyes, and a long body. He seemed to be upright. But Fuchen felt strange. He pulled the monk behind him and asked the man himself, "What's your name?"
"Mr. Zhang," the man said with a smile, looking very kind.
"Really a judge?" She didn't believe it.
"yes."
"Do you know who we are?" Fuchen asked.
The man replied, "The holy monk and the wooden dragon."
"Wrong, he is a person who has become a Buddha and a god." Fuchen said with gloomy eyes, "Children, if you dare to play tricks on us, you must consider yourself and your descendants."
The man smiled, his aura and posture unchanged at all.
Fuchen ignored this person and took the monk to find Senluo Hall. He did not see the king.
He pulled the little guy who was cleaning aside and asked, "Where is your king?"
The little ghost said: "In time for the Bon Festival, all the ten kings went to celebrate their birthdays." (Obon Festival, half of July, Taoism believes that it is also the birthday of the earth official. In the era when Buddhism and Taoism went hand in hand, many things in the underworld were also the capital of Buddhism and Taoism.
have)
Fuchen was unhappy and sat on the King of Hell's table to wait.
The kid on the side was about to use force when he was frightened by the wooden knife in Fuchen's hand. The kid persuaded, "Auntie, this is the king's table. It's not appropriate for you to sit here. You are asking the king to do things. You do this to him."
Table, where do you put your face, Your Majesty?"
Despite the little ghost's persuasion, Fuchen just refused to move and had to wait until the King of Hell came.
The monk took the initiative to talk to Judge Zhang Xian, "The donor said there is a way. Can you tell me what it is?"
"You really want to try? Do you know that Master Sanzheng and his descendants are not simple?" the judge reminded.
Hearing this person again made Fuchen feel uncomfortable all over.
The judge's words were more like a warning.
"He can still go to heaven?" Fuchen snorted coldly. "He's just a dead man."
"Amitabha, Fuchen, please pay attention to your words." The monk advised.
Fuchen rolled his eyes and stopped talking.
She looks at everyone now as if they are trying to stop a monk from saving her.
"Does the holy monk know the story of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?" Judge Zhang Xian asked.
To the end of the future, he will save all sentient beings from sin and suffering in the six paths! Save all sentient beings and then become a Buddha. This is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
"One of the ways for a Bodhisattva to free himself from the six realms is this golden lotus. If you want to persuade the King of Hell to agree with you, my suggestion is to plant the seeds of this golden lotus into the River of Forgetfulness." Zhang Xian said.
This is a method that a monk cannot refuse, regardless of whether there is Yinling Mountain or not.
Golden lotus can save thousands of suffering souls in the world.
The monk thanked him and stood up to leave.
Fuchen looked at Zhang Xian with cold eyes. Zhang Xian still looked gentle.
When he saw the monk leaving the palace door, Fuchen turned his hands, and a vine sprang out from his sleeve, flying out and tying up the judge.
"I don't believe you." Fuchen said, dragging the person behind him.
Just as the monk was about to speak, he was blocked by Fuchen's words, "Be careful to make the Wannian Ship."
Wangchuan is the largest branch of Santu River and the dividing line between Huangquan Road and Hell.
If you want to reincarnate, you must walk to the Wangchuan River and drink a bowl of Mengpo soup.
If you feel homesick, you can take a look at the Wangxiang Stone, and then go to Senluo Hall to let the King of Hell judge the outcome.
If he is a good person, he will be led by the judge through the City of Unworthy Death and enter the three good paths, namely the path of heaven, the path of asuras, or the path of humanity.
If you are a wicked person, you can either walk through the Netherworld Mountain and enter the eighteenth level of hell, or you can walk through the City of Unworthy Death and be thrown into the three evil realms, the realm of animals, the realm of hungry ghosts, and the realm of hell.
Fuchen and the monk walked back to the Wangchuan water.
The water of the Forgotten River is blood-yellow, and it is full of lonely ghosts who cannot be reincarnated. It is full of insects and snakes, and it is fishy and filthy.
Not far away, on the Naihe Bridge, the Night God noticed the situation and stared distractedly. The evil ghost next to him pushed the evil man into the Wangchuan River with a fork.
In just half a moment, hundreds of people were thrown into the River of Forgetfulness, screaming in agony.
But the good people walked by peacefully.
There is a writing: Wangchuan is like "copper snakes and iron dogs are free to fight for food, and they will fall into the Nai River forever with no way out."
Fuchen returned her gaze. She didn't care about these so-called rules, but if someone judged her based on them, she wouldn't mind making a fuss.
A boat floated across the River of Forgetfulness, "Do you want to cross the river?"
"Amitabha, this poor monk wants to plant this golden lotus." The monk explained his purpose.
The ghost ignored him and asked directly, "Do you have money?"
"The poor monk has no money."
"Humph, you still want to cross the river without money? Think you are the Buddha." The ghost directly took the boat away.
Fuchen looked at the monk. If you want to cross the river, you have to take a boat. Now the boat is gone.
The monk still looked calm, as if it was nothing.
Fuchen looked away. If he didn't help him, he would have waded into the water. He took out the wooden knife, which became bigger and threw it on the water of Wangchuan River. The wooden knife floated on the water, like a boat.
Fuchen jumped up and pulled the judge up with him. He turned to the monk and said, "Come up. There is spiritual energy to suppress them. These little things don't dare to come close."
The monk didn't think much and jumped up.
The dusty sword floats on the water.
On the water of Forgotten River, countless hungry ghosts and monsters were wailing and fighting. Two people were flowing quietly on the turbid water. The monk added a golden light mask to the three of them. The appearance of the golden light mask made the three of them the focus. The ghosts and monsters that were originally fighting emerged from the water and looked at the three of them.
People, eyes showing longing...
Planting golden lotus is not an easy task. In order not to waste the golden lotus, you must find the longan of Wangchuan.
The Forgotten River is hundreds of miles long, and the water becomes even more indistinct after it merges into the three main river channels.
Endless red and yellow turbidity, countless ghosts, no one knows about longan... They have to enter the river.
This is the difficult question given by the judge.
Fuchen looked coldly. This judge gave him a feeling that something was not right.
The monk is about to dive into the river, and the floating dust grabs people. Once these chaotic water ghosts get into trouble, they may kill the monk who has not yet become a Buddha.
"Don't worry, there is always a boss in a river. Let's find the boss." Fuchen said calmly. Several intertwined tree vines protruded from his sleeves. The tree vines continued to stretch into the bottom of the river, and he continued to explore in the river.
Trees and vines are constantly forming webs, and the holes in the webs are so large that ordinary little devils can be filtered away directly.
The knots got bigger and bigger, and the speed of sinking became faster and faster, until it touched something, and the solid feeling made Fuchen react immediately.
"Boy," a muddy voice came from under the water of Wangchuan River, "you are quite brave."
Fuchen immediately turned into a golden dragon, and his whole body was alert.
"It's my fault for disturbing senior's sleep, but I'm here to plant the golden lotus, so please--" Fuchen's eyes widened when he saw the giant dragon several times taller than himself, "Senior, tell me where the dragon's eye is."
The giant dragon is simply the second Wangchuan River, its body is completely a river.
No wonder it is said that dragons control water. If this body were made of water, it would be a heavy rain.
"Oh, the Qi in your body is really complicated." The giant dragon glanced at Fuchen twice, and said lazily, "I won't tell you." His eyes turned to the monk next to him, "Unless you dig out the Buddhist bead relic next to you, this thing
I haven’t played it yet.”
Fuchen snorted, "No. This is mine! Get another one."
If you say dig, dig it, and think that I am dead.
The dragon moved its body.
Fuchen's field of vision became even taller again.
Wow, it's such a big one.
"Boy, I have been here in the Wangchuan River for thousands of years. Besides the relics, what else do you have to make me happy?" the dragon said slowly.
Funny - Fuchen's mind went straight, turned into a human body, and took out the "Monkey King" he had with him, "This?"
"Ah?" The giant dragon slowly lowered its head and stared at the little book with its big eyes, "What is this?"
"The Little Man's Book. Have you never heard of it?" Fuchen clicked his tongue twice, "Your style is too low, Monkey King! The Little Man's Book! You have never read it."
Julong couldn't understand what she was talking about, but he straightened his body and said: Is my style so low?
"Tsk tsk, this is the most popular storybook in our world! Everyone from the emperor's holy monk to the little monster has a copy." Fuchen highly praised the small book in his hand.
The monk didn't say anything, and she was the one who spoke to the emperor and the holy monks by herself. She was so exhausted that she bought a little book for her, but no one had a copy.
The giant dragon wondered, "Does the Buddha also see it?"
"Look! Not only is he watching, he is also acting! Here is his story!" Fuchen made it up at random.
"Hey, let me tell you..." Fuchen Balabala said, telling the story of the Monkey King being born, causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace, and the story of the Buddha who fought three battles and finally buried himself under the Wuzhi Mountain because his disciples and disciples died.
Whenever something exciting is mentioned, everyone can't help but listen or shout "Okay!"
They are both monsters and ghosts, and this kind of story about monsters resisting power is the most engaging. None of them stopped making trouble, and they all leaned next to Fuchen and listened to her blowing.
Don't ask her what the original story is, she won't remember it at all, so it's whatever she thinks.
The monk stood silently beside him and said nothing.
Very good, Fuchen Shi's ability in editing stories has improved again, and he can publish a book by himself.
