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

Chapter 387
The little monk took care of Fuchen and didn't allow her to go to the front yard or the atrium to brag.

Desire emerges from the mouth.Fortune and misfortune are also changed by words.The little monk hopes that Fuchen will practice in peace and not create "mouth karma" or "mouth barriers".

The small yard of Zangshuge is often used to dry books, but it has been covered with bricks and stones, and there is no grass.

Fuchen occasionally basks in the sun here, and more often "sleeps" to meet the little monk's "cultivation" requirements.

day after day.Fu Chen slept next to the pen and ink under the sun, and it was evening when he woke up, listening to the Buddhist scriptures and continuing to sleep.Near midnight, when the little monk was going to sleep, he waited quietly.Wait until the little monk falls asleep, climb to the heart and continue to sleep.

Listening to the beating sound of the heart, with the pumping and contracting of the heart, Fuchen closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

In the dark, the rhizome leaves continue to grow.

It's the beginning of the month again.It was another day for the little monk to solve his doubts.

Fu Chen "can see the sun", sitting on the little monk's head and watching quietly.

The couple of children and women who came last month came again.

"Holy Monk, I offended you a lot last time." The woman was very pious.

"Amitabha, the benefactor, the poor monk is just a little monk, not a holy monk. Everything is fabricated by the benefactor, so don't take it to heart." The little monk said with a light smile.

The woman also smiled back unconsciously, "The plants have spirits, and their hearts are purer than humans. The grass spirits can grow in the Buddhist Heart Temple, which means that the temple is full of spiritual energy. And being able to stay on your head means that she agrees with you and likes you. Can be recognized by the grass spirit. You are not a holy monk, and it is not far away."

The little monk was surprised, "The benefactor has a detached view of Cao Ling, and he is also an interesting person. It's just that the poor monk is not a holy monk. Many brothers and uncles in the temple are more capable than the poor monk."

The woman smiled, "Then I, I don't call you a holy monk. I call you a master. Speaking of grass spirits, I only saw grass spirits in the mountains a few times when I was young, and I liked them very much. The older I grew up, the less I could see them. It was my own imagination, now that I see the grass spirit on your head, I know that I saw it right when I was young. Only pure children can see the pure grass spirit."

The little monk smiled and led the conversation, "Benefactor, sit down, come here twice, why?"

The woman took the child and sat down, "I'm not afraid of the master's jokes, it's just a little household matter, but in my heart... I can't always vomit."

"Sir, please speak."

The little monk pays attention to women's problems, but Fuchen unconsciously reads the comic books of ordinary children.

The child ignored his mother's words and was always addicted to reading comic books.

The floating dust also stretched its roots, poking a grass head over.In the comic book, a monkey with a golden cudgel is beating an evildoer, but she doesn't understand the words next to it.

"Hey, boy, what are you talking about?" Fu Chen unconsciously said on the head of the person.

All the roots are octopus-like with a bald head, and the grass body stretches out unconsciously to the child's head.

The child was startled at first, seeing the enlarged grass, and shouted "Monster!"

The woman turned her head and scolded the child, "What are you arguing about? This is Cao Ling! Take good care of Cao Ling."

The little monk smiled lightly and remained silent.

He had a little monk take care of the woman, and the woman's youngest son took care of the little monk's grass, which was interesting.

Fuchen couldn't feel the change in the atmosphere, and urged the child, "Tell me, what are you talking about?"

The child was yelled at by his mother, and he was dissatisfied at first.Seeing Xiaocao talking, she was afraid and surprised, and carefully moved over to explain.

"This, this is the Monkey King."

"What is the Monkey King?" Fuchen asked.

"The Monkey King is the Monkey King."

"What is Monkey King?"

"The Great Sage Equaling Heaven is Sun Wukong."

"What is Sun Wukong?"

"Sun Wukong is him." The child answered whatever he asked.

10 minutes later.Above the main hall.The child and Xiaocao are immersed in their own world and confront each other.

"This is the Bone Demon! The Bone Demon! Don't point fingers! Look, the Monkey King beats like this." The child danced and imitated shouting, "Monster, eat me with a stick!"

"No, no, it should be like this!" After reading the comic book, Fuchen also commanded.The leaves danced and gestured.

"No! It's me." The child shouted.

"It's me!" Fu Chen shouted.

"you are wrong!"

"you are wrong!"

"..."

A child and a small grass were arguing angrily, and the child blushed and rounded his eyes.Xiaocao stretched out its "grass neck", with two main leaves piercing its waist, looking menacing.

The people around wanted to fight, and were led to argue about Sun Wukong's three-beating bone spirit. Everyone unconsciously formed a circle with the grass and the children.Arguing about posture: when to shout, how to use the stick, when to use force, the posture of swinging the stick, the expression of the eyes...

Arguing, they unconsciously divided into two waves.But the original central characters "Grass" and "Children" are gone.

In the end, the child's mother and the young monk quarreled separately, and only after they dispersed did they find someone who read quietly under the incense desk.

"Little monk, what are you telling others? Is it..." Fuchen became addicted to the play, suddenly choked his voice, and said sharply and flatteringly, "Master, there is a beautiful woman here. She has a back pain and can't walk. Your back Carry someone's back?"

???

The little monk was puzzled.After thinking about it, he asked cautiously, "Did the benefactor have a convulsion?"

"Suck your sister's wind, I still have a stroke!" Fuchen was angry, and the little monk could play tricks on people.

Just after shouting for a while, Fuchen climbed onto the shoulder of the little monk and asked, "Is it? Isn't it? Did she call you master? Hehehe. Master, I'm hungry! Are you carrying me?" Fuchen suddenly became loud Laughing and laughing suddenly, with different styles of painting.

"..." The little monk thought about the possibility of the grass having a stroke. After all, he is not a grass, and human common sense cannot be placed on the grass.What if it was grass stroke?

Have to look up information.

At this time, Fuchen didn't need the little monk's answer anymore, and divided himself into several roles to play.

Holding his voice, "Master, this person is so cute, how could he be a monster?"

Pretending to be a majestic voice, "Senior brother must not be used to being beautiful. Look at senior brother, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. People scold you, but you can't see others being ugly."

Fuchen uttered the lines that the child told her all the way, looking crazy and exaggerated.

The little monk listened to it for a long time, and knew that Fuchen was obsessed with "The Monkey King".

After thinking about it for a long time, I came to a conclusion: If you want someone not to talk about books, you can make her fall in love with reading and listening to books.

On the second day of junior high school, the little monk took Xiaocao to clean the scripture pavilion.

Fu Chen fell in love with reading.

Xiaocao ran around the bookshelf, chasing the little monk to lecture.When you see an interesting book, ask the little monk to tell you what kind of book it is and what story it tells.Most of the books are serious scriptures, but there are also small stories that eulogize the scriptures.These stories are not mythological, nor amusing enough.

Fuchen can't appreciate stories like Buddha cutting meat and feeding eagles.She couldn't look at things from the Buddha's point of view, subconsciously, she brought in the role of an eagle.The behavior of the Buddha seems to be a fool, and he still wonders if he is sick and wants to poison me to death.

Therefore, she also prefers the Monkey King.

The Monkey King dares to think and act, and she likes responsible behavior.

As for those three-life stories, the childhood sweetheart who dressed the dead woman in the previous life, and the one who buried her in the previous life got married in this life.These things seem to be cause and effect, but Fuchen doesn't care.

The cause of the previous life, the reward of the previous life.Dragging it to this world is called a burden!

Could it be that my childhood sweetheart in this life has no feelings?
Can't face up to my feelings in this life?Want to give priority to past lives?Then the love of this life is entrusted to the future?
be sick.

Cao's brain is like her roots, going straight and straight, straight to understand and never bent.

With the irrigation of knowledge, Fuchen's idiot brain began to have more thoughts.

(End of this chapter)