Chapter 417 Compassionate monk father is obsessed with obsession 36 End
Chapter 417 Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 36 (End)
The monk staggered toward Fuchen, and the black mist on his body had undergone substantial changes. The monk's body was invaded by black, and his body appeared strange. Layers of hard texture appeared on the original skin.
"I'm possessed! I'm possessed! You can't be possessed! The thunder disaster will be even greater!" The dragon was anxious.
The thunder and lightning balls gathered above the underworld slammed down quickly with a "bang". The dragon subconsciously dodged. The thunder and lightning hit the monk below.
The monk staggered and fell directly to the ground. His whole body was still in the thunder and lightning. The electric ball with a "sizzling" sound was really whipping the monk, and blood vomited out from the ground.
"Wow! Monk! Monk!" The dragon was anxious.
The thunder and lightning in the sky has no intention of stopping, and is preparing for the next wave of thunder and lightning.
The monk was dying, and he slowly opened his eyes. There was blood spurting out in front of his mouth. Black gas was still coming out of his body. He was still possessed. In front of him was the dust that fell to the ground. She looked so quiet, as if she was dead.
There was no grunting, no smell of alcohol, he just fell to the ground.
The monk stretched out his hand, used his remaining strength, and crawled slowly with support. He didn't quite understand, but he was just going out to play as usual. When we saw each other, why was it a thunderstorm? Was it a farewell?
How many things has she hidden?
How much does it cost to walk behind yourself?
Why did that spiritual grass that was just a finger and grew in the palm of my hand fall over?
The monk crawled to Fuchen's side and looked at Fuchen's face, which was as gray as ashes and seemed to turn into slag at the touch of a touch. Tears fell inadvertently.
He held the floating dust on the ground and couldn't accept it. It should be a golden dragon, soaring in the sky, a god, respected by thousands of people... Why is it like this?
world.
Jiang Ziwuji's country's feng shui rests on the big tree.
Black and white and the water dragon transport mana to the wooden dragon.
Underworld.
Thunder from the sky rolled down like fire.
The monk suddenly raised his head and roared, and his golden light turned black. A black halo appeared on his body. Thousands of ghosts in the underworld were continuously sucked into the black halo.
In the underworld, the night is enchanting and charming.
"Deviled!" the dragon howled.
The huge thunder struck, like a ball of light crashing into the black water. The black water rippled like smoke, and only a "sizzling" sound was heard, and no more sound was heard.
On the other side of the Santu River, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and Manjushri Bodhisattva appeared. The light shone brightly, shining in one direction.
"Bodhisattva! Bodhisattva! Come and save people!" The dragon saw it and shouted hurriedly.
The whole underworld is really dark, wrapping up all the centers caught in the thunder and lightning.
On the Santu River, there is only darkness.
Manjusri stared at the monk in the darkness. The monk hugged Fuchen and froze in place, like a sculpture.
When Manjusri opened his mouth, his voice was like running water from a mountain, "Wooden God, don't be stubborn. Put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."
In the center of the darkness, the monk stiffened his head and looked at the Bodhisattva, the Bodhisattva he had once reverently sung.
"Why, she is the one who died?" the monk said in a loud voice.
His figure was covered with a layer of black, and only Fu Chen in his hands was not disturbed by the black mist. But Fu Chen's face was still deathly gray. His hands hung down, showing the life that was hanging down.
"This is destiny and cannot be violated."
"Just like the flower on the other side, the flowers and leaves have not seen each other for generations. You have two bodies, and you are destined to have good luck." Manjusri advised.
Thunder rolled down from the sky and struck down. Thousands of ghosts turned into black mist to bear it.
"Do you really want to let a million ghosts in the underworld and 500,000 people in the world lose their lives because of one person? Is this the way the Buddha in your heart is?"
The monk stared at Manjushri Bodhisattva and said, "I haven't touched the ghost soul at all."
Ksitigarbha said, "What he collected is the fire of karma and the evil ghosts of hell."
Even if he becomes a demon and loses his faith, he has not violated his lifelong faith.
"Bodhisattva! Save people!" The giant dragon couldn't help but interrupt. He knelt down on the river. The scales on his back were destroyed and his skin was scorched black.
Ksitigarbha did not reply, but muttered words, stepped up to the Santu River to cast a spell, and the bright golden color sank into the deep river water.
Ksitigarbha put his hands together and said to the monk, "The Santu River is the river of life and death. One thought is life, the other thought is death. As long as you let the little donor cross the Santu River, he will have eternal life."
The fog was so thick that nothing could be seen.
A small boat floated slowly on the Santu River. The boat seemed to appear out of thin air.
The monk stared at the boat, and the halo around him dissipated. But the black fog remained.
The monk walked over with Fu Chen in his arms and put Fu Chen on the boat. The monk stood on the bow of the boat and rowed the boat carefully.
The boat slowly left the shore.
The black fog filled the air, making it difficult to tell the direction.
The two of them walked on the river, as if they were wandering in a huge splash-ink landscape painting. The ink was too heavy and stained the river.
The monk paddled quickly after becoming proficient. He remembered the banks of the Santu River, and even more so Fuchen's giggle.
In his eyes, floating dust seems to never grow up.
Even if she flies with a golden dragon and kills powerful enemies with a long sword, she is still the Fuchen who needs to plan her future path.
Regardless of ability or personal emotions, the monk believed that Fuchen was the person who became a god. He was just a helper.
The monk's eyes were firm and he sailed towards the shore.
The river surface suddenly became extremely wide, with no boundaries visible as far as the eye could see.
I don't even know where this shore is and which shore is the other shore.
Santu River is the boundary between life and death.
Now, they are trapped between life and death.
The giant dragon was still holding on, but it was stunned when it saw this, and did not dare to take a step closer.
The lightning instantly aimed at Fuchen, hitting Fuchen on the ship, but was blocked by the monk's golden light shield.
The ship was destroyed by the impact, and the bow and stern were smashed. Only the place where the dust lay was still there. The floating wood held up the dust floating on the water.
The monk fell into the water and pushed the floating board to help Fuchen cross the river.
Upon seeing this, Ksitigarbha immediately conjured up a red flag and set it up on the other side, writing "cross" for the monk to see.
Manjusri shook his head.
"Does Ksitigarbha have souls to fill up the Santu River?" Manjusri asked.
Ksitigarbha remained silent and jumped into the Santu River to fill the width of the river.
The huge Di Ting followed and also walked into the Santu River.
Manjusri shook his head slightly. Ksitigarbha's method has always been direct. He also walked into the Santu River and chanted sutras with Ksitigarbha for blessing.
The scriptures were gathered into thoughts and I walked towards the river. I aimed at the direction of the boat but could not reach it.
The distance that clearly feels so close turns out to be far away in the blink of an eye.
The two Bodhisattvas closed their eyes and chanted sutras sincerely, and their power of chanting on the water was constantly stretching.
Thunder struck.
The unprotected monk's body was blocked by the floating dust and was completely smashed into the water.
Fuchen's body also drifted down, and slowly immersed in the unfathomable Santu River. In the water without light, Fuchen was like a piece of rotten stone, inconspicuous and insignificant.
After the monk choked on the water, he did not wait to relax and dived to look for floating dust.
The falling dust seemed to hear someone calling her name.
"Fuchen..." The voice was strange yet familiar.
"Floating dust..." The distant voice comes from the call of the soul.
The monk hugged Fuchen's body and swam up. When he came out of the water, Fuchen slowly opened his eyes and said, "Shenjun..."
What catches the eye is the monk wood god.
Consciousness returned to his mind. Fuchen felt the weakness of his body and remembered his current situation.
"Have you become a Buddha?" Fuchen asked.
After one sentence, the monk felt the desire to cry. He shook his head, "No."
Fuchen slowly turned his weak head and saw the thick fog and darkness. There were thunder and lightning rumbling above, and he realized the situation.
"Monk, go on your own." Fuchen said exhaustedly.
She guessed that she was on her deathbed. She could wake up because she was now in the Santu River, the boundary between life and death.
She was bound to die, so why bother dragging someone along with her.
"Nonsense." The monk spit out the blood from his mouth, put the floating dust on his back, and started swimming.
Fuchen persuaded, "Monk, you have to learn to let go." She fell weakly on the monk's shoulder and closed her eyes. After a long time, she raised her head slightly and exhaled softly, "Can you let go?"
"Let go and live."
The monk's answer was to tie her to his back with his cassock and continue swimming forward.
"Make that glittering golden Buddha. It's really beautiful." Fuchen's eyes were blurred. She looked at the fluctuations in the water and felt calm.
She and the little monk have a close relationship. They grow up together and expect each other to become the best version of themselves.
She is a close friend who fulfills the true love in each other's heart. The monk cares about the world, and she goes everywhere as she pleases.
Complete each other.
The monk shed tears and swam forward while carrying people on his back. The water of Santu River was very fishy, soaking millions of people and ghosts. It was very bitter, swallowing up many sorrows and joys in the soul. It was very spicy, and dangerous, it reached the sky.
He tried to keep his voice the same, "The little monk... never... wanted to become a Buddha."
Tears rolled down the corners of my mouth, and I drank salty sourness from myself.
"The young monk is dull and doesn't understand the pain of heat and pain. How can he help others if he can't help himself? How can he be the Buddha to whom the world turns for help if he can't understand the seven emotions and six desires?"
Fuchen listened silently and understood that he and the monk were probably the first to suffer.
He was not afraid of suffering himself, so he saved thirty thousand Yin spirits.
Not afraid of wronging oneself, but afraid of not being able to help others - this long-term spirit of sacrifice, after meeting her "magical" species, I firmly believe that she is a god.
I hope she will become a dragon and a god, and no mistakes will be allowed.
In the center of the long river, the monk was carrying people on his back and paddling non-stop. He didn't dare to stop or think too much. Even if he couldn't see the other shore in his eyes, he still tried to believe that the other shore was in front of him.
It's there.
Just keep trying.
Fuchen tried his best to keep his eyes open, tried his best to stabilize himself, and ensured that he still had the last breath to persuade the monk, "Monk, you are a destined god. My existence is only to ensure that you can become a god and not have any demonic obstacles."
Fuchen rephrased Tiandao's mission.
Even knowing that the law of heaven may be hunting them, those tasked with completing the evolution of the world.
It's just a lie from beginning to end.
Fuchen is a big fish.
The monk is the bait.
They are just chess pieces.
I still hope that the monk's introduction in the mission is true. He is a destined god and Buddha. He is the chosen one.
The monk stopped and floated on the water. "If I were Buddha, I would grant you the position of god."
Fuchen's chest was filled with swelling pain, and there were tears in his eyes. It was difficult to repay this kind of beautiful expectation for himself.
Fuchen looked at the dragon tendons and dragon scales on the monk's body, and also saw the black energy flowing out of the monk's body.
Fuchen stretched out his hand, placed it on the first cervical vertebra of the monk, and slowly retracted his dragon tendons, but left the dragon energy to protect the monk's heart veins.
"Monk, you work hard and leave the rest to me." Fuchen firmly believed in fighting with the monk, "If we lose, we will die together. The golden lotus seeds are on you. Maybe our bodies will fall on San
If the Tu River can become a fertile soil for nourishing golden lotuses, it is not a loss." A bright light appeared in Fuchen's eyes.
The monk smiled softly and felt lighter and lighter.
Thunder and lightning struck from the sky.
The monk's movement became less and less powerful, and he could not dodge. The floating dust turned into a dragon, rolled the monk over and took off, taking the monk away from the lightning strike point.
Thunder and lightning on the water surface were quickly transmitted out by the turbid and vast Santu River.
The floating dust fell on the water, wrapped the monk around his tail, threw it on his own faucet, and swam forward quickly.
Above the mountains and rivers, a huge golden body floating in the dust suddenly appeared from the big tree, frightening both Hei and Jiang Ziwu, and the dragon body moved away.
The two of them looked at the golden body and hoped for Fuchen's path to becoming a god.
A huge wave suddenly rolled up on the other side of the Santu River.
"Ah!" Fuchen roared loudly and rushed towards the huge wave. The dragon's body swayed and led the monk towards the highest peak of the wave.
On the Santu River, thunders flew down, and at the same time they exploded towards the soaring golden dragon.
Above the mountains and rivers, a dragon roar suddenly came from the big tree, and the dragon's shadow was seen flying, with the afterimage of the monk on the dragon's head.
Hei quickly followed and surrounded Mu Long, while Jiang Ziwu wrapped around her own aura, helping her with all her strength.
On the Santu River, Fuchen sensed his growing strength and flew towards the huge waves with firm eyes.
The wind rises.
The huge waves hit the golden dragon and rolled up its body. The golden dragon's figure was difficult to see in the huge waves.
The world is black.
In the sky of the underworld, there are only thunders of flowing fire, hitting the water surface and illuminating the surface of the Santu River.
After a long, long time, the huge waves rolled again. The golden dragon appeared on the water, like an annoying insect that could not be killed, swimming around, annoying the master of fate.
Fuchen saw the word "cross" supported by the Bodhisattva, stared at the word and tried to swim forward. The golden dragon swam slowly with the monk on its back, riding the wind and waves, and swam slowly to the other shore.
When the golden dragon's tail completely crossed the dividing line on the other side, the golden dragon burst out with a burst of light, and its body turned into scales and spread out.
After landing, Fuchen's body stood on the edge of the other shore. The monk was still unconscious.
Fuchen looked at the Bodhisattva.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva stepped forward and pointed his finger at the monk's heart. A golden round object floated from the heart.
It is the Buddha's relic.
Black lines appeared on the relic, like a piece of magma exploding at any time.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva channeled his vow power towards the relic, but to no avail. The black lines did not disappear.
Ksitigarbha looked at Manjusri.
Manjusri stared at the monk's body, waved his hand, and a closed golden lotus appeared from the monk's body.
Manjusri placed the relics into the closed golden lotus, and then placed the golden lotus into the monk's heart.
Fuchen stared closely, not daring to miss a single bit.
After a while, the monk opened his eyes.
Fuchen was delighted and threw himself on the monk, "Monk!"
The monk looked at Fuchen and asked, "Are you okay?"
Fuchen smiled slowly, sat up and looked at the monk, "I'm fine." He looked at Manjusri.
Manjusri nodded slowly to Fuchen.
Fuchen understands in his heart.
The monk looked at his heart and understood something.
Manjusri told him, "You two are good students who practice cultivation. Only by not forgetting your original intention can you achieve success." Ksitigarbha said goodbye to Manjusri together.
The monk and Fuchen bowed to see him off.
Turning his head, Fuchen stared at the monk, "Monk, you have a demonic disorder."
The monk nodded.
Black lines appear on the relics, which cannot be eliminated. Only the monk himself can solve them.
Only by self-transcendence can you become a Buddha.
The monk saluted Fuchen, "Sorry, your chance..."
Fuchen stopped, "I still have a chance." The chance for her to leave is to ascend. She is currently unable to attack the ascendant, and she will not be targeted by heaven.
But she still has a chance.
The monk thought for a moment and shook his head slightly, "You and I have a long way to go in cultivation."
The floating dust turned into grass and floated to the monk's shoulders, "Continue practicing. We still have a hundred years."
The monk looked at the Santu River that had returned to its former calm state and nodded.
Go forward.
If you get the chance, you will become a god and a Buddha.
I have no connection with gods and Buddhas, so I try my best to be myself. Stick to my original intention. When I go back, I won’t feel any regrets.
A monk cannot become a Buddha. A person in the dust cannot become a god. They can only live. For both of them, they are very satisfied. They will continue to practice and have different experiences. This is the warmest ending I can think of. (*^▽^*)
The monk and Fuchen are different from a normal father and daughter. The monk cares for Fuchen and his elders. When they get along, they only hope to help each other. The monk is still number one in the world in his heart. But in his eyes, Fuchen is a god who can contribute to the world.
. He recognized her and had elder care for her, so he was unwilling to watch her die in front of him. The monk has never been involved in the world. Even though he has a high level of understanding, he lacks worldly experience and ordinary human emotions. The appearance of Fuchen makes up for the world.
The relationship between relatives is missing. Fuchen has always been willful.
o(*￣︶￣*)o can be understood as: The floating dust helped the monk to become a Buddha. The monk crossed the floating dust to become a god.
