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

Chapter 386
With the blessing of grass essence, the legend about the "Buddha Heart of the Four Seas" is rampant.Some strange legends began to circulate.

Some people say that the Four Seas Buddha has treasures in mind and body.

Some people say that the earth in the heart of the Buddhas of the Four Seas is a treasure, and the earth can grow the essence of grass.An inch of ground can save a life!
For a time, the "Four Seas Buddha Heart" temple became famous!
In the middle of the month, people from hundreds of miles rushed to the "Four Seas Buddha Heart".

They saw the appearance of the Buddha.

And this phenomenon has been seen by everyone.

Fu Chen was very happy, a bragging created a "Buddha son" character.

The monks in the temple were also very happy. They heard a lot, were asked a lot, and gradually believed in the legend of "Buddha's son".

Only the host looked dignified and called Wood God.

"Master, Fu Chen didn't mean it." Wood God begged for Fu Chen's mercy.

The host said solemnly, "Although she had no intention of doing so, she suddenly pushed the entire temple to the forefront. But, she lured the world into encountering the truth and desire."

The wood god was silent.He knew that he was different, smart and precocious, and ordinary people would not regard him as a child.Has the potential to be a monster.

"Master, what is the truth? Fu Chen is telling lies." Mu Shen reminded.

"Her lies just put all the focus on you. You are the most potential person in our hundreds of years, and it is possible to become a Buddha in the future. I originally planned to come slowly as a teacher, guard against arrogance and impetuosity. But Now it's impossible." The host spoke earnestly.

"Our Foxin Temple has been feared by people for thousands of years. If your reputation is too much, it may not be a good thing for you. Mu Shen, your path must be different from ordinary people. On the road to becoming a Buddha and a god, you will die at any time. His fate. Your Buddha's heart is not settled, even if the Buddha has the heart to save you, you will not escape your fate." The host sighed, "Do you know whether the floating dust is a blessing or a curse to you?"

The host Yang Tian sighed, "Who in the world knows?"

"Your fate, the fate of the people in the world, has long been unknown because of her lies."

"If you want to last long, remember to guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and keep everything low-key, except for you, so should the people around you."

The host's face was full of anxiety.

Mu Shen watched, and the contents in the eyes of the two bald heads passed each other.The anxiety and worry of the old monk, the seriousness of the young monk.

"Master, is there something hidden that we don't know?" the little monk asked.

This inadvertent bragging, no one took it seriously, how did it become a matter of pushing fate?
The host looked at the little monk and didn't speak for a long time, the sorrow in his eyes was endless.

The little monk went back and saw the grass lying on the threshold.

"What's the matter? What's the matter? Did the old monk tell you? Say it, I'll scold him! You bastard!" Fu Chen was anxious.Protect the calf.

The little monk shook his head, "Master didn't scold me, but told me not to be arrogant and arrogant, and to keep a low profile in everything."

The grass standing on the threshold did not move, and the grass leaves swayed in the wind.

Although the little monk didn't say anything, the seriousness on his face could clearly be seen: she seemed to have gotten into trouble again.

Fuchen is confused: No way, isn't it just bragging?Can also be scolded?

If you want to scold me, what's the use of pointing fingers at the little monk?
Fuchen thought for a long time and didn't feel that he was at a disadvantage, so he climbed onto the young monk's shoulder and changed the subject, "Hey, do you know why our temple is called Sihai Foxin Temple?"

The little monk laughed and said, "What does the benefactor think?"

"I heard……"

"It's not what you hear, but what the benefactor thinks." The little monk interrupted Fu Chen's words for the first time.

"..." Fu Chen didn't want to say it, she felt that what she said would cause a scolding.Now she is scolding the young monk, and later the old monk will catch her and scold her.

"Everyone is inherently kind. In other words, everyone has a Buddha in their hearts. The Buddha's heart in the world is to guide everyone in the world to be kind, and everyone has a Buddha." The little monk said with a smile.

"..." Fuchen still held back his words.

"Benefactor, just say what you want." In the past, Balabala always opened his mouth, so it's strange that the little monk didn't notice it.

"I heard it's because of the Buddha's heart relic." Fuchen said quietly.

The little monk said dignifiedly, "I have indeed heard about it. But no one knows about the Buddha bead relic, and no one has seen it. The master never mentioned this matter. The poor monk thinks that the Buddha's heart relic is just fabricated by people. Sometimes , People are more willing to make up a fairy tale to convince themselves than to believe in ordinary facts and people's hearts."

Floating dust didn't say anything.

Anyway, she is the "person" who likes to listen to stories and tell stories.

The little monk can't find out here.Fuchen called on his aunts and aunts to inquire.

"Little Fuchen, if you ask us, you won't be able to ask us. We follow the four seasons in spring and autumn. At most, we know what's going on this year. As we move forward, none of us know." Aunt Cao was puzzled.

She is just an ordinary grass, if it wasn't for the floating dust to open her spiritual aperture, she would breathe like dirt, who would hear her?
"Then who knows?" Fuchen asked.

"A tree." Aunt Cao took it for granted.In the eyes of grass, trees are the most enviable.Standing proudly in the wind and rain.Live long enough to watch the complete four seasons.

Trees... the trees in the temple, naturally they look down on her.Especially after bragging, it is even more contemptuous.

The Bodhi Tree didn't mind, he was silent and introverted, just like the Buddha statue in the hall.Asking him, it is estimated that what he got was also what the little monk said.

Fuchen suffocated all his energy and could only give up.

At night, as usual, I climbed onto the little monk to sleep, rising and falling with the monk's breathing.

Every morning when I wake up, I find that the little monk who grows grass on his body is used to it.I'm also used to getting up and opening my eyes to wake up the floating dust first.

After a brief wash, the little monk walked out of the yard with a broom on the grass.

Foxin Temple is very big in Fu Chen's eyes, there are always some places she has never been to.

Fuchen followed the little monk to the "Cangshu Pavilion", watching the little monk lower his head and carefully clean, doing the work of the little novice.I don't know why, "Why are we here to clean the Library Pavilion?"

"Meditation. The mind is not quiet enough, and the practice is not in place." The little monk was doing his own thing silently.The hands, eyes, and heart are united, and the expression is peaceful.

"Oh." Anyway, she only knew that the little monk was very comfortable, and it was also very comfortable to watch the world with him.

Fuchen watched the little monk wipe the ashes over and over again with a cloth, the light and shadow shifted from west to east, and there were still many books left by the little monk.

The boring Fuchen habitually took a nap and fell asleep in the sun.

The little monk saw the floating dust growing from the roots and leaves, and knew that she had fallen asleep again.

Only when she is asleep is the body dominant.

The little monk compared the lengths with his hands.

The roots are 5 inches (16.5 cm) and the leaves are 3 inches (10 cm).

Twice as much as before.

For nearly a month, there has been such a fast growth rate.

The little monk gently stroked the blades of grass with his fingers.The luxuriant leaves grow wantonly, and the future will be even more vast.

Sleep peacefully now, and when you calm down, you will know how to grow.The little monk looked at Xiaocao expectantly, the sun was shining brightly.The little monk sprinkled a bowl of water, patted the crown of grass, turned and walked into the shadows, quietly wiping the dust.

On the third day, Fu Chen stood on the table.Look at the weird looking text next to it.

"Little monk, why are we in Zangshu Pavilion again?" Fuchen asked, she prefers the lively atrium.

She wanted to go to the courtyard to brag, but the little monk refused.

"Benefactor, meditate." The little monk greeted with two words and exhorted him with two words.

Can't calm down... Fuchen is helpless.

She couldn't read the text.Floating dust, the whole plant of grass fell on the table.Very boring.she's going out to play...

(End of this chapter)