Chapter 415 Compassionate monk father is obsessed with obsession 34
Chapter 415 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 34
Fuchen was cold, with a smile on his lips, "You don't need to worry about that. You can't even see whether I am alive or dead."
Sanzheng's eyes were sinister, his mouth opened and closed, and he said with a suspicious smile, "I'm waiting for you in the void. Hahaha." The soul broke and gradually dissipated.
Several ghosts emerged from the water, looking at the ghosts of Sanzheng with great longing.
"Eat." Fuchen said.
The water surface boiled instantly, and countless ghosts jumped to grab food. However, they saw Sanzheng's remaining soul condensed into a ball of light. The ball of light suddenly exploded and scattered in the Santu River.
The ghosts ate it with their mouths open, not doubting whether there was anything in their mouths.
Fuchen's face was expressionless. She knew that San Zheng was the candidate to become an immortal. But she didn't expect that the Heavenly Dao behind it was so shameless.
The Three Righteous Immortals failed to overcome the tribulation, and the True Immortals were transformed into Corpse Immortals. The land of the Corpse Immortals was destroyed, and they trapped 30,000 ghosts in anger. They failed to improve their cultivation and became blind, so they set their sights on the imperial mausoleum and the East China Sea.
I want to use the East China Sea to "jump over the dragon's gate". The body is on the highest peak on the edge of the East China Sea. As long as the soul flies across the East China Sea, it can truly become an immortal.
It is not impossible for the two immortals of soul and corpse to evolve into gods.
This plan is admirable.
She and the monk didn't know how to plan to deal with the ruthlessness and shamelessness of Heaven.
"He's gone." Milkman reminded.
"Since I was a candidate to become an immortal before, I should still have the strength to give myself the final pride." Fuchen said lightly. After Sanzheng died, she also let go of her mind.
The moment she let it go, she felt incredibly relaxed.
"Fuchen, do you really care about what he said?" Milkman jumped over.
Fuchen picked up the golden scales on the water and threw them over, and the scales turned into the baby's fingernails.
"You have to worry, I'll give you Dragon Muscle." Milkman said, and then immediately added, "But you have to give me a hundred copies of The Monkey King! Best of all, find me a scholar who can write The Dragon King for me.
Story. Hee hee hee."
The baby girl smiled innocently, and her mind seemed to be weakening with the change.
Fuchen shook his head and stared into the void with an eyebrow, not knowing where his thoughts were going.
Fuchen took a deep breath, suppressed the emerging emotions, and laughed again, "As for you, brother, what stories do you have to write? King Meilong, you are so shameless. When people see you acting like a baby, they will die and write a devil baby."
"
Milkman was unhappy. His body changed and swelled, and his limbs rested on the ground. The pale-skinned dragon looked down at the floating dust and said in an old voice, "What about this?"
Fuchen smiled and said, "Old Dragon King."
The giant dragon thought for a while, and the white scales turned into gold layer by layer. "How?"
Fuchen applauded, "Yes, the Beautiful Dragon King."
The breath of the dragon set off waves in the Santu River. The ghosts in the river fled one after another. His figure became smaller and turned into a baby again, and continued to read his little book.
Walking to Wangchuan, I met Po Meng again.
"The one whose soul is gone must be the old judge." Po Meng said.
Fuchen stopped, "What, you want to run and expose it?"
Meng Po laughed, "The old woman only cares about the soup, and she only listens to and doesn't talk about anything that has nothing to do with the soup."
Fuchen's eyes moved downwards, and this time Po Meng didn't have a bucket or soup in her hand.
Po Meng felt her eyes on her hand, turned her fingers, and found a wooden barrel in her hand.
Fuchen glanced at her for a few times, his expression unclear, and left. When he walked across the Naihe Bridge, he noticed that the water surface of the Santu River in the distance was shining with golden light.
People on the bridge were talking a lot, guessing whether there was gold in the river, and whether there was a treasure in the river that could be settled in a good home in the next life, and it would be no problem for princes and generals. Such discussions emboldened the people, and they collectively made an appointment.
Let's go back and look for the golden light along the River of Forgetfulness.
The God of Sun Travel only cares about the souls who cross the bridge without drinking Meng Po soup, but does not care about them seeking death before drinking the soup.
Fuchen stood on the bridge and watched the farce without saying anything.
After settling the disputes outside, Fuchen returned to Yinling Mountain and became a carefree little monster.
The monk is still reciting sutras for salvation.
Fuchen sat aside and watched silently. He sat quietly under the tree, chanting and praying, with a faint light shining on his body.
Willingness.
Thirty souls a day, these three days are less than a hundred souls. If you keep thinking like this, it will be at least three years.
If he really wanted to save thousands of lives in Wangchuan, it would not be enough.
Fuchen lowered his eyebrows and sat down to chant sutras with the monk.
The monk suddenly stopped, looked at Fuchen, smiled, his eyes widened with laughter, and continued to chant sutras.
Fuchen also smiled.
She does not chant sutras for this ghost, but for the monk.
His arm turned into a claw, Fuchen secretly tore off a piece of golden scale, closed it in his palm, and started chanting sutras.
The gold scales in his hands turned into gold powder, and the gold powder turned into light and blended into the shimmering light of the monk.
The monk was quiet, closed his eyes and recited sutras devoutly, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes.
At night, when he took thirty ghosts to the gate of hell, Fuchen said, "Monk, I'm going to have some fun tonight."
"Okay." The monk didn't do what he thought. He was focused on the important things at hand and didn't notice anything strange about Fuchen during this time.
After Fuchen took the soul down there, he ran directly to the Dongling Palace to find Jiang Ziwu, "Awu, can you just give me a medicinal bath?"
"What's wrong?" Jiang Zi asked no questions. Xiaohei and the servants in the palace left in tacit agreement.
"Let's go through the tribulation, I don't want to be electrocuted to death. Be prepared first." Fuchen said casually.
Jiang Ziwu said calmly, "No."
"Why not? You don't want to hide something, right?" Fuchen was unhappy and narrowed his eyes, "If you don't give it to me, I'll steal it."
Jiang Zi smiled helplessly, "Didn't your brain grow when you transformed into a dragon? You have such a big body, how can my little medicine help?" He explained, "It turns out that you have unopened longan, and I can help you with the medicine. You are now
If you want to overcome the calamity and become an immortal, how can I give you the elixir?"
"If there is no fairy medicine, the original medicine will do." Fuchen Rascal stretched out his hand, "Can you give it to me?"
"Here, give it." Jiang Ziwu shook his head and pointed his finger, "Please, please act like a god and don't rob me again."
Fuchen's head was nodded and her body swayed. She made up her mind to play rogue to get the medicinal materials.
Jiang Ziwu opened the secret room and went into the secret room to get the medicine.
Fuchen followed him in and took a look, remaining silent.
"What? I feel bad and don't want to have sex anymore?" Jiang Zi smiled.
Fuchen raised his eyes and asked seriously, "Aren't you afraid that I will steal your treasure house?"
It is no exaggeration to say that the medicinal materials in this room are treasures from heaven and earth.
Jiang Ziwu smiled and touched Fuchen's head, "You come to beg me for something, and it must be something big. Compared with these, I care about your life more."
Fuchen lowered his head and whispered, "If I were to die, I would say hello to you."
Jiang Ziwu opened his mouth, stared at Fuchen for a long time, and finally said with a smile, "Okay."
Inside the house, the floating dust takes a medicinal bath.
Outside the house, the emperor asked Xiao Hei, "Did you see where she was injured?"
Xiao Hei shook his head, "She is wrapping up her anger, but I can't see it yet."
In the next ten days, Fuchen chanted sutras during the day and took medicinal baths at night. This time, without Xiao Hei, Jiang Ziwu also noticed that Fuchen's aura was a little weaker.
"I've called on monks and Taoists from all over the world to pray for Yinhun Mountain, and I can give you the results within half a year. You don't need to build your own cultivation base to enter." Jiang Ziwu said.
Fuchen smiled and said nothing more.
Jiang Ziwu guessed that there must be something else going on and continued to investigate. He just rubbed Fuchen's head to express his distress.
On the twentieth day, Jiang Ziwu looked at Fuchen lying on the chair, hugged and stroked her head, "Have you decided yet?"
Fuchen opened his eyes and whispered "Yeah" in a low voice.
Jiang Ziwu took a deep breath, "I thought I could feed you."
"I'm sorry." Fuchen said.
Jiang Ziwu smiled with a smile on his face and took out a bulging sachet, "Here is the peace charm. Tens of thousands of people who have done good deeds and have done good deeds have written blessings for you. I also wrote one for you. I hope it will be useful to you.
"
"Thank you." Fuchen lay on Jiang Ziwu's legs and looked at the sachet desolately.
Is it useful?
God knows.
"Let's go. I'll take you to take a bath." Jiang Ziwu said.
Fuchen was put into the potion. When Jiang Ziwu turned around and left, she called out to someone, her tone was flat and lacked the vitality of the past, "I'm curious about your feelings for me. When you were in the palace, you didn't have any wives. Now.
In the palace, you also have no wives or concubines. Do you like me?"
Jiang Ziwu turned his back to her and smiled, "I like it. If you want, I can treat you like a man and a woman. As long as you have never had any feelings between a man and a woman and have no roots, I will treat you as a good friend."
Fuchen was silent for a moment, then uttered a few words, "Let's go." His body fell limply into the water.
Fuchen gave the golden scales and dragon tendons to the monk.
At her request, Jiang Ziwu asked the monks and Taoists to pray for the holy monk Mu Shen instead.
The light on the monk became brighter day by day, and he became noble and could not be disrespected. Coupled with the propaganda of Jiang Ziwu and those monks and Taoists, the people also joined the army of blessings.
The power of wish in him far exceeds that of the world and is close to the gods.
The conversion that was supposed to take three years was completed in fifty-six days.
Fuchen watched these silently.
On the day of completion, the monk breathed a sigh of relief, his eyebrows relaxed, and his face was filled with golden light, "Fuchen, we succeeded."
"You did it yourself." This is your own merit.
The monk shook his head and smiled, "Without Fuchen, your chanting guides the soul to go to the underworld. How could a poor monk do it alone?" He subconsciously thought that Fuchen's Taoism was boundless.
Fuchen smiled, and the big tree shrank into a wooden knife and returned to her hand, "I'll go play with it."
The monk nodded.
Fuchen walked out of Yinling Mountain and flew to the palace.
Outside the palace garden, Jiang Ziwu noticed the aura. He looked up and saw a wooden sword flying down. He subconsciously caught the sword.
"Return it to you. If you drop the blood on it, he will recognize you." Fuchen stood in mid-air and said, "If you don't use a sword, turn the sword into a tree. It can also support your feng shui."
"What should you do yourself?" Jiang Ziwu asked, holding the sword.
"Wooden swords are useless to me." Fuchen thought for a moment, "This sword is called the Wind and Rain Sword, and it is best at regulating Feng Shui." After saying that, Fuchen smiled and said, "Goodbye." He turned around and flew back.
During this time, Fuchen had already felt that her death was coming. She had absorbed too much power from the world and became a wooden dragon. Now she lent her power to the monk. Her death was approaching.
I came here this time for the sake of the monk.
She doesn't think monks can be possessed by demons.
The biggest threat, Sanzheng, has been killed. Now we only need to get rid of her as a threat to becoming a Buddha.
Fuchen made up his mind to leave.
Jiang Ziwu looked at Fuchen's back with cold eyes. He opened his mouth and shouted, "Hei."
Xiao Hei appeared and turned into a black dragon hanging in the air. Jiang Ziwu jumped up and said, "Follow me."
The black dragon swam and flew leisurely in the air.
Fuchen flew back directly, looked at Yinling Mountain in mid-air for a while, took out the token in his hand, walked out the door, and was led into the underworld.
In the distance, the black dragon stopped in the distance, giving Jiang Zi no explanation, "The dust has gone to the underworld." This was not a place they could enter and exit casually.
Jiang Zi Wu was serious, took out a stick of incense, and lit it...
The black dragon fell slowly, and the sleeping person slipped off.
In a dream.
Zhong Kui bowed and said, "Greetings to Your Majesty. I wonder why Your Majesty is so eager to summon you this time."
Jiang Ziwu, dressed in white, stood on the spot and ordered, "I need to ask you two things."
"Your Majesty, please tell me, I will not violate the rules of heaven and earth, and I will agree to all matters related to human ethics." Zhong Kui said respectfully.
"The first thing,..."
"The second thing is to take that monk to the underworld." Jiang Ziwu said.
"Monk refers to the holy monk?"
Jiang Zi nodded.
"I know, please leave." Zhong Kui bent over and stepped back, then turned and left.
Yinling Mountain.
Zhong Kui appeared in front of the monk and said, "Congratulations to the holy monk for his breakthrough and entering Mahayana Buddhism."
The monk smiled and said, "Amitabha, what is the purpose of the donor coming here?"
"Invite the holy monk to go to the underworld for a gathering."
"Why?"
Zhong Kui laughed, "Because the Venerable is in the underworld."
The monk was confused and nodded. He stretched out his left hand and asked Zhong Kui to lead the way.
Zhong Kui took out a key, the key appeared, and the door with a picture of the hell dog appeared automatically. He put the key into the mechanism, and the door opened automatically.
The monk entered the gate first, followed by Zhong Kui.
When the door closed, a black shadow flew into the door.
"Bang." The door closed and disappeared deep into the mountain.
On the ghost path, the monk walked steadily.
After the gate of hell was closed, Zhong Kui took out his own judge's order, and the bull-headed horse-faced man was automatically released.
After the two left, a dark figure appeared.
Niutou asked, "Are you dead?"
"Dead." He replied.
The bull-headed horse looked at each other and let him go.
Fuchen walked quietly all the way, slowly reaching the position of the longan.
There is not a single living thing on the vast lake.
"The system is ready." Fuchen said to his heart.
[Host, I wish you good luck.] The system starts the program and prepares to take Fuchen away.
"Boom~" On the ground, the clear sky suddenly became cloudless, and gradually gathered into a huge whirlpool.
On Yinling Mountain, Jiang Ziwu looked at this amazing vision without saying a word.
"Is this a thunder tribulation?" Xiao Hei looked at the whirlpool in the sky, "Who wants to survive the tribulation?"
Jiang Ziwu took out a bottle of white porcelain, poured out a ball of milky white stuff and smeared it on the wooden sword.
There was a smell of alcohol in the air.
"Go to the top of Wushan Mountain!" Jiang Zi said without command.
Black turns into a dragon.
Jiang Ziwu jumped up with a stern look on his face.
"Black!" someone shouted.
A white cloud flew in the sky, and the cloud turned into a woman. It was Bai.
"Bai, why are you here?" Xiao Hei said.
"The sky was full of thunder and lightning, and there was no place for me to stay. When I came down, I saw you and came over." Bai happened to see the lees on the wooden sword. "This is..." Bai was surprised.
"Your Majesty, is this the thunder calamity of Fuchen?" Hei raised his head and was surprised by this vision.
"She's going to become a god?" Bai was surprised, looking at the thunderclouds in his eyes with worry, "This is too scary."
"This is not a tribulation, it is a killing." Jiang Ziwu said, with suppressed anger in his expression, "Ordinary tribulations lead to a narrow escape, but there is a glimmer of life in the darkness. This is not." Jiang Ziwu gasped, he had already expected it,
"This is to kill people! We will never stop until we kill them!"
However, Fuchen also seemed to know that this might be the day of her death, so she said goodbye to him and said "goodbye" to him.
"If I were to die, I would say hello to you." In her memory, she said.
Jiang Ziwunu, who wants you to die? Wants you to say hello?
Underworld.
Fu Chen and the system screamed, "Damn it, this Heaven really doesn't want me to leave! It just wants to kill the donkey!"
[I don’t know either!] The system screamed. This was the first time it dealt with such a strange situation.
Except for the first world and the world of sharks, the system has very little time to intervene in the mission world, and has never dealt with such a scene.
"My power! Give it to me!"
[I can't do it! The system can't do it! Woohoo!] The system calls. If Fuchen dies in this world, the system will most likely die with him.
The dust flew around and passed by the thunder and lightning.
Soon, the main mine branched out and continued to chase her. The secondary mine turned into the main mine, and continued to increase its intensity to chase and attack her.
Fuchen was very embarrassed.
"Floating dust!" the monk shouted. There was a golden light shield beside him, which was small but big enough for two people. The golden light of the golden light shield was many times brighter than usual.
You can tell at a glance from the dust flying in the air that it condenses the monk's current cultivation level.
He hopes she is safe.
The floating dust and thunder and lightning slid around the bend and slowly sank. They planned to make a sharp turn and hide in the golden light shield to avoid it for the time being.
"Finally I got a chance." A gloomy voice spoke.
The man in black formed a seal and recited a spell. The last sentence was, "Urgent like a law, kill!"
The air-piercing gun flew forward and pierced.
The monk's body was stabbed away, and a hollow gun was inserted into his heart.
"Monk!" Fuchen screamed!
The monk fell to the ground, with blood dripping from his body. He covered his heart with his left hand, pointed at the golden light shield with his right hand, and said tremblingly, "Go in, go in."
Fu Chen turned around and found the perpetrator, old Taoist?
Fuchen gritted his teeth and flew over, followed by thunder and lightning above his head.
"Oops." The golden dragon flew over quickly, "I'll take care of it!"
If this thunder calamity were to hit the Santu River, tens of thousands of ghosts and ghosts would not be enough to die.
"I want him to die!" Fuchen's eyes were about to burst, and he whipped the vine whip in his hand.
The golden dragon blocked the whip, but the thunder and lightning happened to hit him. The giant dragon was struck by the thunder and fell on the Santu River, trembling all over.
"Come on, come on! I also want you to taste what it's like to have nothing!" Old Taoist shouted, "Hahaha, be angry——"
The golden dragon transformed by the illusion turned into a silver dragon. He glanced at the old Taoist. He didn't pay attention to the ghost just now, but he didn't expect it to be a troublemaker. He swung his tail and hit it.
The old Taoist said "Oh!" before he could even say "Oh!", he was already in a state of confusion.
Fuchen glared at the silver dragon and tried his best to attract the thunder and lightning to him.
The dragon dodged and shouted, "You want to kill me?"
"Why did you kill him! Why did you kill him! Why would you do anything if I want to kill someone!" Fuchen roared and angrily chased the dragon to draw thunder.
"Floating dust..." The monk lying on the ground was weak.
"Do you know how many lives will be killed if the lightning strikes three ways?" The giant dragon was also angry.
"Amitabha." The monk propped himself up and took out a small golden ball. After pulling out his gun, he immediately buried the ball into his body to protect his heart, and then he had the strength to shout.
"What should we do? What should we do?" The King of Hell was anxious. King Qin Guang, King Chu Jiang, Emperor Song and others were also anxious next to him, "Go and invite Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva quickly!"
Judge Zhong Kui said, "Back to your Majesty, King Chakravartin has already gone to invite you."
"Then why haven't you come yet? The underworld is about to disappear. Well, where did this dragon come from?" said the King of Hell.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, there is still a giant dragon here. He will definitely protect the Santu River." Zhong Kui said calmly.
The King of Hell wondered, "Isn't he the dragon demon from Santu River?"
"He is also the general who protects the city." Zhong Kui looked at the giant silver dragon fighting with the golden dragon, "I also discovered it while sorting out historical materials. This is the place where the world was first created. Buddha attaches great importance to it. Eighty million years ago,
A giant dragon was sent to guard the Santu River forever. At that time, the kings had not yet come to the world."
"Santu River?" Shouldn't it be the guardian of the underworld?
"Yes, Santu River. The critical point between life and death."
On the Santu River.
The golden dragon bit the giant dragon's front body, dragged it and threw it towards the thunder and lightning.
The giant dragon's body was so huge that it was difficult to withstand the floating dust for a while.
What's even worse is that the giant dragon carried a lot of the thunder in the sky. Whose thunder disaster is this?
The monk didn't expect that an unexpected incident would make the situation so out of control, so he pushed forward and said, "Fuchen, stop."
The giant dragon was also annoyed, and kept swaying. It finally shook off, but it was shaken off with all the skin and flesh. The giant dragon subconsciously shook the golden dragon with its body.
The golden dragon was thrown away.
The floating dust swallowed up large chunks of blood. The blood was sprinkled on the Santu River. But no ghosts dared to approach this thunderstorm area.
"Eh? Where are your dragon scales?" The giant dragon was confused. Without the dragon scales, he dared to fight him and risk his life. In a blink of an eye, he glanced at the monk with a hole in his heart. He could only fly over, not bearing the thunder and lightning.
Thunder and lightning crashed down, increasing in power over and over again.
The dragon was trembling all over. Damn it, I haven't felt any pain in a long time. There was blood in his mouth and he said, "You idiot, get up quickly, I can't hold it anymore."
Under the giant dragon, the golden dragon was held up on the water by ghosts and monsters, unconscious.
world.
Low in the sky, Jiang Ziwu, who was on the black dragon, took out bottles after bottles of wine lees and smeared them on the wooden sword, turning the entire wooden sword milky white.
Bai looked at it doubtfully and didn't ask any more questions.
The three of them landed on the top of Wushan Mountain.
Jiang Ziwu looked around, quickly positioned himself next to a big rock, and inserted the wooden sword deeply into the soil. The wooden sword quickly turned into a big tree.
Jiang Ziwu kneaded his hands in front of the growing tree and muttered the mysterious words, "Urgent like a law, turn!"
The wind roared violently.
Black and white dodged the hurricane, and suddenly saw a stream pouring out of the valley, growing horizontally, as if there were lines of life.
"Your Majesty, what do you want to do?" Hei asked.
Bai looked at Jiang Ziwu and asked, "That wine lees..."
Jiang Ziwu put down the hand that completed the seal, stared at the big tree and said, "That's the smell of alcohol exhaled by Fuchen. To be more specific, it's her ambergris."
"I painted the wooden sword with ambergris saliva. The wooden sword is her origin. Now, the big tree is her floating dust."
There was a sharp light in Jiang Ziwu's eyes, and he said leisurely, "Five hundred years ago, Master Wutian designed this dragon vein and dug two water channels to ensure that there would be no water accumulation on the top and water flowing below.
Feng Shui will take its own course.”
"But, I changed this."
There's something crazy about his eyes.
"I thought of it after Fuchen killed the three water dragons in the battle in the East China Sea."
"What would happen if the water dragon was led into the waterway?"
