Chapter 413 Compassionate monk father is obsessed with obsession 32
Chapter 413 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 32
Fuchen finished telling all the stories in Duzili, and everyone couldn't get enough of them.
"It's simple. Wouldn't it be nice to burn a few story books for you when the time comes?" Fuchen quickly got involved with them and became brothers with the dragon.
A female ghost came up with an idea, "It was written by a person anyway, why not wait until the person dies and just tie up his soul and tell him every day?"
"Then do you know who he is? I am number one in the world, this is a pen name! Do you know who he is?" Fuchen asked.
The female ghost looked at the giant dragon, "Well, wouldn't you know if you go to the King of Hell? There are also black and white impermanence. They seduces people and they naturally know what they do."
The dragon's eyes were bright and he listened to this opinion.
"Hey, I am the best in the world. What if it was written by a monster? The monster will not be controlled by the underworld. It will directly dissipate into the heaven and earth. Knowing the Monkey King so well, I guess the author must be the Monkey King's brother and a monkey monster!
"Fuchen vowed.
The giant dragon's pupils narrowed, "Then it's better to trouble little brother Fuchen and burn down all the little books."
"It's easy to talk about." Fuchen agreed. Then he asked about the longan on the river bed, and the dragon also answered happily.
The monk looked at it calmly, thinking that this was probably life, drinking Wangchuan water while listening to the story. (Drinking and bragging at the same time)
The giant dragon led the way, and Fuchen climbed up on the dragon's head. Seeing that there were no other little ghosts around, he quietly asked, "Hey, brother, can you tell me what you ate to grow so big? I really want to be as big as you."
These words obviously pleased the dragon. The dragon narrowed his eyes and breathed out of his nose twice. He couldn't help but say proudly, "When you are as old as me, you will be as old as me."
That means there is no chance. Fuchen sighed.
Realizing that his younger brother was disappointed, Julong gave a second plan, "Of course, you can also drink more Wangchuan water. This water is very real, and you won't be hungry for a long time after eating it." Eat more and you will grow stronger.
"...No." Fuchen became even more sleepy. The waters of Forgotten River were full of innocent souls.
The giant dragon brought the three of them to a wide water surface. Surprisingly, there was no devil or anything here.
"This is where the dragon's eye is under the water. The boss can only put you here, and he won't know if you go further." The dragon said, turning to the monk again, "Bald donkey, watch my boy. You can kill him."
Neither can die."
The monk nodded.
Fuchen jumped next to the monk, put away the wooden knife, and said goodbye to the dragon. He glanced at the judge next to him and said to the dragon, "Boss, help me keep an eye on him." He followed the monk and dived into the water.
The giant dragon watched the two people disappear under the water, watching silently. After a while, his eyes glanced at the person who had been tied up next to him.
"Sanzheng, why did you offend my little brother?" asked the dragon.
Judge Zhang loosened the vines on his body and hung in the air next to the giant dragon. He said with a smile, "Are you really helping them find dragon eyes and are you so interested in that little book?"
"I don't like little books, but I like Fuchen. She is a demon like me, so she is much more refreshing than an experienced person like you." Julong said, suddenly realizing, "Didn't you give me the golden lotus? What is your purpose?"
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Judge Zhang smiled and said, "It's what I gave you, so let's see if they can complete it. After all, if they complete it, I have the gift of it, and they can be reincarnated as Shura Dao again."
If it doesn't work and the golden lotus seeds disappear, it will only extend his term as judge for a thousand years, but it will not be simple for the monk and the little golden dragon.
The giant dragon didn't say much and looked at the water quietly. He didn't like the judge, but he was too lazy to fight with him. The little magic power of Master Sanzheng was not enough for him to see, but he had so many disciples and grandsons that he had reproduced for five hundred years that it was enough.
Annoying.
Too lazy to fix it.
Underwater, the world is turbid and directionless. Only the golden light of the golden light shield can be seen. The view outside the golden light shield cannot be discussed.
This body of water is deep and quiet, with no trace of living things.
The floating dust and the monk's golden light shield slowly dived down, and the pull of the water became stronger and stronger. It seemed like there was a black hole sucking everything in.
Suddenly, the golden light shield lost control and the two of them spun rapidly.
"Monk!" Fuchen pulled the monk tightly to prevent him from being washed away.
The floating dust returned to its original shape, and the long wooden knife inserted into the water turned into a big tree that kept growing, trying to block the vortex point.
But there was still a whirlpool around it, with forces from all directions pulling people down.
The two of them hugged the big tree to stabilize their bodies and slowly sank to find the reason.
Found a huge hole under the roots of a big tree. The two looked at each other. Fuchen did not advocate going in, as unknown things often mean danger.
There are no living things here, it's all turbid sewage.
The place that should be bustling is looking dead. Her experience tells her: don't try it easily.
But the monk looked at the black hole with deep eyes, and he decided to go down.
The only way to find the longan is to go down. There is no other choice.
Seeing that the monk was about to venture into danger alone, Fuchen said nothing, pulled two vines from the big tree and gave one to him.
The vines automatically wrap around the waist.
Fuchen nodded, and the two of them swam toward the bottom.
The two walked hand in hand, and as soon as the roots of the tree made some space, one foot was sucked into it. As the world was spinning, the two let go of their hands and lost contact.
When he opened his eyes again, Fuchen found that she was suspended in the air, in a completely dark world, and the wind seemed to be black.
The vines on his body were broken.
The floating dust was rolling, and I used my body to sense the surrounding environment, then transformed into a dragon and swam past.
The environment here is a bit like water.
But there is no water. The moisture of water and the reaction force after contact are all absent here.
What is flowing is the wind. The black wind. The outline of the black wind can be seen.
A completely dark wind world.
When you swim in it, you can push away the wind, but you won't feel any reaction force. It's like the wind has no power to float.
"Monk!"
He shouted very hard, but his ears heard it very quietly.
"Monk!"
It was too quiet all around.
Fuchen looked around for the monk and shouted.
After searching for a long time, I finally found the monk meditating in the air. In front of him was a golden lotus gathering.
The floating dust turned into a human form and reached out to touch the golden lotus.
Not angry.
The golden lotus is not blooming. There are still clouds of black energy gathering around it.
If you are puzzled by the dust, look at the monk.
The monk closed his eyes tightly, clasped his hands, and sat silently.
Don't chant sutras, don't knock wooden fish.
Entered into samadhi.
Entering samadhi in this ghost place... Fuchen looks around.
There is no doubt that this is a longan, but there is no doubt that this longan is broken.
It may be that thousands of lonely souls in Santu River have polluted the longan, or it may be that the longan has caused the violence in Santu River.
Who knows?
The only thing that can be known is that golden lotus cannot be planted.
This is an impossible thing.
Judge... Fuchen chanted a spell quickly in his mouth.
While cursing, Fuchen noticed that the black wind around him was spinning faster.
On the water, Judge Zhang fell and rolled on the water.
The giant dragon said "Hey" and blew through its nostrils, blowing through the judge's coat, revealing a green rattan. The rattan was shining with golden light, and it continued to tighten and restrain Zhang Xian.
"Dragon Jin." The giant dragon said, "Child, did you touch my kid?"
The green rattan almost divided Zhang Xian into several sections, almost dismembering him.
"I hope Longzu will help me loosen my bonds." Zhang Xian gasped and said with difficulty.
The giant dragon flicked his fingers, and a scale covered Zhang Xian's mouth and nose, "I won't kill you, and he will be free to kill his people."
Zhang Xian glared, struggled with his hands and swore. The rattan sensed the flow of Qi in his body and strangled him tightly, blocking the flow of Qi.
The dragon felt it was an eyesore, so it swung its front paws. Zhang Xian rolled out of the dragon's eye area, and was caught by the ghosts in Santu River, who were trying to snatch food from him.
"Ah~" As soon as Zhang Xian said, he was dragged into the water.
The water ghosts in the Santu River have not disappeared for thousands of years. The things in it, especially the things in the Forgotten River, even the King of Hell, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, dare not touch.
A small judge is not enough.
"Fuchen." The monk opened his eyes and looked at Fuchen.
Fuchen glanced over, his eyes bloodshot.
"Amitabha." The monk chanted the Buddha's name.
Fuchen suddenly woke up a lot and asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"
The monk pointed to the black whirlwind swirling around him, "Fuchen, you must refrain from killing. This dragon's eye can amplify the hostility in the body and affect the donor's thoughts."
That's not necessarily the case. Wanting to kill him was an idea he had before he came in. Fuchen disagreed and directly changed the subject, "Do you know what's wrong here?"
The monk nodded, "Dragon beads are being nurtured here. The hostility of the evil ghosts in the Santu River for thousands of years has created this place." The monk looked at the black void, "If you want to plant golden lotus here, you must purify all living creatures in the Santu River."
"Huh? How is this possible?" You want to do something that even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has not done? Fuchen is puzzled.
The monk lowered his eyebrows and seemed to have made up his mind. He added a golden light shield to Jin Lian and looked at Fu Chen, "Let's go out."
The floating dust senses the position of the big tree.
The wooden dragon and the big tree grow together, and the big tree is more like a placenta and a baby to her.
Soon, Fu Chen probably sensed the location of the big tree, and walked along the feeling, waiting for the big tree to let the vines in. After waiting for a long time, three vines hung down, binding the two people layer by layer, and when they went out, they were
The world was spinning for a while.
"Eh." Fuchen looked up and saw that his big tree was all bald, with only the main root and trunk left. Fuchen just turned around and wanted to complain to the monk, but was surprised, "Why are your clothes like this?" Only half of the cassock was left.
, half of the body was exposed, and even the patched underpants were exposed.
The monk said calmly, "You have to ask the donor."
The benefactor Fuchen thought for a while. When she turned around just now, the cane was cut away. She subconsciously grabbed the monk to prevent him from hanging. Well... she didn't grab the person, she grabbed the clothes.
Blame me.
The two of them came out of the water. Fuchen sensed the position of the dragon's tendons, and without saying a word, he asked the dragon, "Brother, is there anything that can go directly in and out of the underworld?"
The dragon threw out a token, "This."
Fuchen caught it and took a look. The majestic words carried a vast history. Although he didn't recognize Fuchen, he recognized the words "City Guards" written on it.
The city guard...the giant dragon is here to guard, who dares to let him be the guard?
Fuchen didn't think too much, jumped on the dragon and went out with the monk.
The giant dragon took the two to the Wangchuan case and said goodbye. The two walked along the other side of the Wangchuan and met Po Meng who was washing a bucket.
The monk left directly after praying.
Fuchen stopped where he was and looked at Po Meng and the bucket in her hand.
"Oh, let the ferocious beast lead the way for you, you are so impressive." Po Meng said with a smile.
Fuchen walked to the edge of Wangchuan River and smelled the river water, but it still had the same fishy smell.
Mengpo soup is colorless and tasteless.
"You pour the soup into the river." Fuchen said firmly, looking at her coldly.
"Oh, sir, please don't talk nonsense. How could the old woman pour soup into this river of forgetfulness? The old woman is washing the bucket. If you don't understand, you can't talk nonsense." Po Meng smiled, her eyes shining.
Tree vines emerged from Fuchen's feet like snakes and penetrated into Po Meng's clothes.
Fuchen knew that the monk was waiting not far away, so he naturally didn't move much as he watched. He also raised a smile and said to Po Meng, "Come, tell your lie again. Children who lie don't get candy."
Po Meng still had the same smile and giggled twice, "You really want to know?"
Fuchen looked at it coldly, but with a smile on his face, he had the aura of "don't tell me to try".
Po Meng smiled slyly, "It won't be of any use to you if you know it, so why bother with it? Or if you know it, you won't be able to drink this soup if you want to."
"I really have never thought about drinking your Meng Po soup." Fuchen said.
The look on Mrs. Meng's face suddenly became much more relaxed, "There are only two kinds of people who dare to think that they don't want my soup, one is an idiot, and the other is a person who has no tomorrow. Since you are about to die, the old lady also
There’s nothing to hide.”
Po Meng put her hand into the wooden bucket, which was filled with half a bucket of Wangchuan water. Po Meng stirred it once or twice, and the red and yellow Wangchuan water in the bucket gradually became transparent. When it became completely transparent, Po Meng said, "
Sir, this is soup."
"..." Fuchen was stunned, using Wangchuan water as the soup base?
"Sir, do you know what is most abundant in the water of Wangchuan River?" Po Meng asked.
"Water? Ghost?" Fuchen guessed.
Meng Po laughed, "To the world, it is indeed water or ghosts. To the old woman, the most abundant thing in the Wangchuan water is love. All kinds of feelings are pushed into the Wangchuan River, and people voluntarily jump into the Wangchuan River.
Yes, the tears and souls of these ghosts mingle with the water of the River of Forgetfulness day and night, and all their emotions are gradually lost in the water of the River of Forgetfulness."
"The old woman used this water to make a soup base and stirred it up. The transparent Forget River water is like drinking water filtered with sand. There are no sharp emotions, only gentle emotions. This gentle Forget River water can easily enter the soul.
It is also easy to wash away their emotions, washing away their original sharpness and turning them into new gentle emotions.”
"This is the beginning of newborns. Their emotions and experiences are a blank slate again," said Mrs. Meng.
"But in fact, their own emotions have been flattened by Wangchuanshui's overbearing emotions. There is never any forgetting." Fuchen concluded, and asked, "Don't you remember your past and present lives?"
Meng Po smiled, "Hey, the old lady will prepare some more soup. This bucket contains mild soup, and there is also the soup in my fingernails. My nails have been soaked in Wangchuan water for thousands of years. If you look at
If he is an idiot, he will put a little bit of it in with his fingernail, which can also "eliminate" the emotion. If he can still remember it, the world will write a book praising his deep love. When he comes back, I will put my thumb in it.
, eliminated all his emotions."
"..." Po Meng is so cruel.
"Do you have anything else to ask, sir? The old lady always has special pity for the souls who are about to die without a burial place," said Po Meng.
