Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 383
"Benefactor, I'm sorry." Very forceful voice.

Fu Chen looked up, it was an old bald donkey.Looking around, he didn't see the little monk, so he asked kindly, "Master, where is the little monk? It's the wood god, I'm looking for him."

"Mu Shen is still teaching in the morning, and the benefactor will probably have to wait for another morning." The old monk said that the tone of the wood god is flat, and it sounds like he is calling a junior, not a god. "The benefactor, do you want me to do something for you?"

Fuchen thought for a while and asked, "Do you know how I became a spirit? When did I become a spirit? I only remember the pain, and I woke up after being stepped on, and then it was the state of becoming a spirit that you said."

The old monk smiled and said, "It's God's will."

"Is it the little monk's kick?" Fuchen asked.

The monk smiled and said nothing.

"Then why is he called Wood God? Is it a god?" Fuchen continued to ask.

"The name has many meanings. The good fortune, the good and the bad, and the fate of life are all in the name. It depends on how the benefactor sees it and how the wood god chooses it." The old monk said.

At first glance it sounds reasonable, but on second thought it is the same as saying nothing.Fu Chen had no doubts: Is this a Taoist priest or a monk?How can I believe in heaven and not in Buddhism?

"Can I become a god if I get kicked by him?"

The monk was silent again, looking at Fuchen dignifiedly and benevolently.

Fuchen doesn't understand.She can only let the old monk take her to the place where the young monk is.

The so-called morning classes are chanting scriptures and knocking wooden fish.Ordinary room, ordinary courtyard, not ordinary pine trees.

Fuchen didn't like the tall and straight pine tree.I listen to a Buddhist scripture for half a day, but you, a turtle, listen to it every day, and you still grow up so big.I am very dissatisfied with you!

"Put me there!" Fuchen commanded.

The old monk followed his advice, looked at the pine tree, and left.

As soon as it landed, the floating dust ruthlessly dug its roots into the soil.Why do you enjoy resources?I want it too!

Lying next to the big tree, basking in the sun, waiting for the little monk who is like a meaty mouth, this is a beautiful day.

The sun gradually shifted and the shadows fell.Fuchen gradually felt uncomfortable all over, as if he heard the mountain dragon roaring "Roll", the sound was as majestic as a bell.

"roll."

"roll."

"roll."

"..." The driving voice kept coming to my ears.

Fuchen felt his whole body was in a bad mood, crazily scratching his itch, irritated, and yelled, "Die!"

Opening his eyes, he glared at the pine trees beside him.

Drive away Lao Tzu?

Some plants are naturally repellent, like this pine tree.

And grass, too!

"Try putting your poison again?" Fu Chen threatened.

Warnings are useless.

"Get out." The voice was still roaring, not paying attention to her at all.

Fuchen was holding back his strength to do something bad, when he suddenly heard the little monk's voice, "Let's go."

The voice was gentle and sunny, and Fu Chen subconsciously obeyed and stopped his movements.

The little monk lifted the floating dust out of the soil, put it on his shoulders, and left slowly.

Fuchen looked at the pine tree behind, and a cold snort came from the wind.

Ouch?Dare to shout?
Heh, mess with me, wait.Give me waiting for you.I don't want you to know what uprooting is, what a tree is, I'm not a monster!
Fu Chen didn't know why she was so hostile, just like she didn't know why the little monk was so gentle and comfortable.

At first glance, it was the little monk, but subconsciously, this was her.If the little monk is older, she doesn't mind calling him "Father".

But the little monk... hum.

"Monk, can I become a god?" Fuchen asked with a smile.

If you become a god, you will be the same as a monk.You can stay with the monk all the time.

"If the donor works harder, he will become a god." The little monk laughed.

"Really?" The two leaves of Fuchen swayed, as if laughing.

The monk saluted with one hand, "Amitabha, monks do not lie."

Being able to become a god, Fuchen jumped happily.Suddenly remembered a question.

"Monk, I want to know how people's ears grow. Those grasses say that people's ears are the junction of the sea, and you can reach the sea after entering." Fu Chen whispered.

She was curious.

Curious about everything about people.

I am very curious about everything about the little monk.

She hopes to be close to the little monk, follow him and become the same person as the little monk.

The little monk smiled and corrected, "Donor, people's ears are not mouths."

"I want to see it!" Without further ado, Fuchen jumped up and grabbed the monk's earlobe.

The little monk was still smiling, and cast a spell on Fuchen.Fuchen's body was fixed in place, and it took a while for him to relax and move.

The little monk stretched out his hand.The floating dust fell into his hands, as if he understood the meaning of the little monk, he subconsciously shrunk his body.The little monk held the floating dust in front of the ear hole.

The slender ear hairs are like hanging branches, the darkness in the depths is like a seductive secret place, and the layered ear contours are like patterns on the outside of shells, setting off the beauty of the secret place.Suddenly the hurricane swept across, Fuchen was so frightened that he ran in to hide.The wind outside was raging, but the little monk's hand was firmly placed outside.

It's really like the secret place of the sea hiding Duplo Island.

Fuchen crawled in and approached slowly.

The long ear canal gradually darkens.

The little monk outside was still smiling, and his ears were itchy.

Some smelly.Fuchen muttered in his heart, displeased, and walked slowly.

Suddenly knocked head-on on a hard object, the thing was torn apart, and the floating dust fell to the ground uncontrollably, the body smashed on a pile of soft objects, and the roots also felt wet.The stench was even more oncoming.

The little monk frowned, feeling very itchy.I really want to have my ears pierced.

Fuchen looked at the yellow "mountain gate" hanging on the pinna and the yellow "soft sand" under the roots. This was probably a roadblock in the adventure of the brave.

"Little monk, you have a lot of yellow sand here." Forget your eyes and look over, the area in front of you is full.Fu Chen drilled with his roots, muttering, "It's sticky."

The little monk was embarrassed.The phrase "sticky" made him instantly understand: it was earwax.

I couldn't help laughing, but I couldn't help being shy.

In the ears.

Fu Chen shook off the yellow sand on the roots, and couldn't help but get closer and sniff——eh.Fu Chen was disgusted, turned around and left.Little did he know that the disgust made the little monk blush.

The body is "the most important place for a military strategist", and the ears are not good either.Never mess around in the future.

The little monk played around with the dust in his ears, without thinking too much about it.

He never thought about the weirdness of Fuchen, nor did he think about whether Fuchen would hurt himself.The natural intimacy is inexplicable.

The adventure continues.

The position of the ear space is getting narrower and narrower.

"Benefactor." The little monk reminded him outside, feeling uncomfortable.The look on his face didn't change.

Fuchen was completely attracted by the ultimate treasure in the dense cave, just waiting to get into that mysterious place.Don't pay attention to the monk's warning.

"Benefactor! The poor monk has warned you a second time." The little monk lowered his eyebrows.

Sit upright on the spot and look inside!
The structure of the body maze was no problem for the little monk, and soon he found the green light playing.He watched quietly.

Like magic, Fuchen's height became smaller and smaller from the swirling ear canal, about the size of a door opening.Walking in, the outside sound completely disappeared.

This space is dark, and there are small humming sounds in the darkness.

The darkness is like a sea, from the top of the head to the bottom of the feet, but there is a gong in the middle of the sea, placed vertically in mid-air, and the road under the feet just extends there.

Fuchen walked to the drum, and the drum fluctuated slightly, making a slight whining sound.Suddenly Fuchen slapped the drum hard with the green leaves, and there was a huge door knock.

"Om—" the Black Sea swayed in all directions.

The little monk hurriedly stopped the fluctuation of the big drum, and the soul felt a tingling pain.

This is the ontology's response.

The left ear hurts, and the brain is struck like lightning.

Suddenly, the space is reversed!
The sea on the ground surged with waves, and the floating dust fell to the ground. The roots and leaves hugged the ground without letting go, enduring the impact of the waves.The ground also shook.

earthquake.

The turmoil lasted only a dozen breaths before it stopped.

Surprisingly, the ground was vertical on the original ground, turned 90°, but it didn't droop at all.

The sea, now there are only ripples, and the floating dust is unexpectedly calm and calm.

The wind blows along the road to the drum, and unexpectedly, the wind stops when it reaches the drum, and there is no wind.

Fuchen touched it with his hand, and it seemed that he could touch it.

The gate of the sea, this is the gate of the sea!Fuchen ran in excitedly, amazed instantly.Here is the handstand of the sea - God!

(End of this chapter)