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

Chapter 385
The little monk was silent.

Fuchen knew that he probably asked a stupid question.Seeing that the little monk didn't say a word again, the guilt of Fuchen's neglect surged in his heart again.

The monk got up and ate quietly, no longer bothering with the floating dust.Floating Chen stood awkwardly in the large house at a loss, the air was driving her away.

How did those grasses come about?Everything has a number of days, everything is predetermined, she just happened to execute it.

Fuchen hypnotized himself one after another, and his mentality gradually became rascal.He called out, "Benefactor, can you drink water?"

"Here we come." Fuchen ran over, "Are you thirsty? Are you hungry?" While dripping with water, he asked bouncingly, "What do you lack, monk, I will make up for you .”

The little monk looked at the busy Xiaocao and guessed Fuchen's guilty conscience, "Benefactor, if you feel guilty, can you promise the poor monk something?"

In fact, he fell down because he had exhausted his energy in an internal test, and he would be fine after a few days of rest.

If he didn't explain and she didn't ask, he didn't lie.

"Say what you say." Fu Chen jumped up and down, the roots were very busy, and said cheerfully.

"Follow the poor monk and practice hard." The little monk said.

This... Fuchen thought for a while, and thought for a while.

"Okay, okay, you have the final say." There is no pressure at all to practice anything.I just didn't expect the little monk to tell her to practice.

When Fu Chen sits and recites sutras with the little monk without any pressure, he understands what his mind should be thinking.

fart.Cultivation and so on are a fart.

Fu Chen was in great pain.

My head hurts when I listen to the scriptures repeated over and over again.I listen to these when I want to sleep, it sounds comfortable.Now it's making her head explode.

Fuchen quietly looked at the monk in front of him, no one knew if she was asleep anyway, so Fuchen simply dozed off in the sun.

The sound of wooden fish is still the same, the monk is still the same; the sound of the wind is still the same, and the fragrance of grass is still the same.

When the little monk raised his head, opened his eyes, and saw the grass grow wildly, he knew he had fallen asleep.

Dip your hands in water, and sprinkle the grass with your fingers to prevent it from drying out.

Seeing the lush grass, Mu Shen smiled.

Xiaocao has a great spirituality, and just having spiritual consciousness is a complete personality.If you practice diligently, you will become a god in the future.This is the idea of ​​the wood god.

Three days later, Fuchen appeared on the main hall.

Fu Chen woke up for several days.Before, she had been placed under the pine tree in the yard, and she had always looked at the majestic golden plaque with the words "Daxiong Palace".Now I entered the Daxiong Hall to watch the golden Buddha, all of them are huge, and the posture of looking up makes people arouse respect for no reason.

"Mother, there is a grass on his head!" Someone pointed at the floating dust.

Fuchen turned his head, Genxu flicked the bald head under his feet, and looked at the wild child next to him.

"Amitabha." Wood God recited the Buddha's name.

Today is the beginning of the month.

At the beginning of each month and the middle of the month, the temple will invite eminent monks to sit down and solve doubts.Today, it happened to be solved by the wood god.

The child in front of him had a look of ignorance and innocence.The height is the same as that of the wood god.He should be about the same age as a young monk.

"Little master, when will Master Mushen come?" The woman holding the child bent down and asked the little monk.

The little monk also nodded in return, "That's the poor monk."

On his desk was written the word "Wood God". Because of his short stature, he stood upright in front of the desk.It's a pity that he is young and others don't believe him.

The woman smiled, "Monks can lie too."

"Monks don't tell lies." The little monk still had a dignified look, and he didn't fluctuate a bit because of people's contempt.

"He is the wood god, what do you want?" Fu Chen was unhappy and shouted.

"It can talk! It can talk!" The child screamed and ran away.

The woman froze in place, her pupils dilated, and she looked at the grass on her bald head in fear.

"Amitabha," the little monk said aloud, and introduced, "This is a spiritual herb that grows in this temple. It listens to Buddhist scriptures day and night. It just opened up its spiritual wisdom a few days ago, and it doesn't hurt people." Wooden God replied politely. "What did the benefactor ask the poor monk for?"

The woman couldn't turn the corner at all, and couldn't consciously respond to the little monk's questions.All thoughts are tied to the grass on the bald head.His eyes were fixed on the grass on the wood god's head, "She, she doesn't hurt people?"

"It really doesn't hurt anyone." The little monk said softly.

The surrounding pilgrims also came to watch.There was a lot of discussion.

"Xiaocao has spoken."

"It's really talking, I just heard it, the voice is thin, it must be."

"The psychic in the Foxin Temple must be a god."

"..."

Hearing everyone's words, Fuchen straightened his back—yes, it was me!I'm fine!Amazing!Be kind!
"Benefactor, is there anything else you want to ask?" The little monk still asked the woman.

The woman still stared blankly at Xiaocao, unable to speak.After looking at the half-pay, Fuchen was annoyed.

"Hey, what are you looking at! It's not as green as me!" Fuchen flaunted his might.

"Well! You've become a spirit, the grass has become a spirit!" The woman backed up, fell to the ground, got up and ran away.

Fuchen looked at the pilgrim, jumped down quickly to catch up, stopped the woman's leg, "Hey! You are the first pilgrim of the little monk! You can't go!"

However, the dusty grass was not as high as a shoehorn, so it couldn't stop it at all.

The pilgrims shouted and ran away.

Fuchen lay on the doorstep, looked at the woman and sighed.She is not as tall as the door steps, so she can't run.

All the pilgrims around automatically made way for Xiaocao, watching Xiaocao walking back and forth in surprise.muttered quietly.

"Did you see it? Did you see it? You really became a master."

"Able to speak and run, he must have become a master."

Fuchen turned his face away and looked at the person who spoke.A few people were so scared that they quickly backed away.There are also those who are not afraid, and tentatively touch the leaves of grass with their fingers.Opened by dusty leaves of grass.

Fu Chen strode back to the little monk.

The little monk stretched out his hand and put her on his head, and stood quietly in front of his desk.Not affected by what happened just now.

All the people in the hall gathered around the table, quietly and directly looking at the little monk and the little grass.

That day, no one asked the little monk to explain his doubts, only someone asked about Xiaocao.When the sun set, the name "Grass Monk" came out.

Fuchen was very depressed.

Although she doesn't know people, after listening to their topic for a day, she also knows that this name doesn't sound that good.

The name is "grass" and "monk", but one said that people subconsciously think of "grass monk".Turning the eighteen bends of the long river, we can only think of the two names "grass" and "monk".

"Monk, aren't you angry?" Fu Chen was depressed.She seems to have done something bad again.

"Why are you angry?" The young monk said calmly, and followed his brothers to tidy up the hall.

"Aren't you depressed?" Fuchen asked again.

"Why depressed?" The little monk asked back.

It seems that the worries of the world have nothing to do with him.

Fuchen was very depressed, thought for a long time, but couldn't think of anything, and finally asked himself: Why depressed?

He successfully circled himself back.

Left and right have nothing to do with her careless, the sky is falling and the tall one is holding it.

The floating dust shakes the leaves and doesn't care about anything.Get into the monk's collar to sleep.

After the name of "Grass Monk" spread, more and more people came to Foxin Temple to watch "Grass" and "Monk".

Fu Chen was surrounded by people, and at first he would help the little monk solicit customers.

"Hey, did anyone ask the little monk? He is very powerful! He is the one who helped me awaken my spiritual consciousness!"

"He just blew on me and I grew! Another breath and I'm running!"

The people listening below were all very supportive, the voices of exclamation, questioning, and shouting made Fu Chen very happy.

"Benefactor, don't speak nonsense." The little monk came out to stop him.

"..." You are a monk and don't lie, but I am not.

Later, she simply yelled at people and ran to the atrium, where she stood on the root of the linden tree and bragged, "Do you want to know more?"

"Think!" Everyone held the grass.

Hey hey.Fuchen is happy, and the little mouth is babbling.

Everyone didn't care about the content of the words, and all their attention was on Cao: where is this mouth?Baba Baba De, so you can say?Is it the fork of the two leaves... Tomorrow, I will secretly plant the best ear seeds in the crops in front of Master Mushen's house, will I be able to harvest rice essence, and I will not need to plant seedlings in the future...

When everyone heard about the "Grass Essence of the Foxin Temple of the Four Seas", they were misled the whole way.If there is nothing to do, I go to the temple to look at the grass.Even the leaves of grass in the temple were quietly taken away.

(End of this chapter)