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

Chapter 389
One year!
The floating dust has picked up water for a year!
The Foxin Temple is on the mountainside. If you want to carry water, you have to go to the valley to fetch water from the stream, or follow the valley near the mountainside to fetch water from the spring on the north side of the next door.

Neither is easy!

One is tired up and down the mountain, and the other has a long journey.

During the year, the small barrels are selected first, then the medium barrels, and finally the large barrels.After a year, Fuchen felt that he was very powerful.The two leaves carried the vat effortlessly.

On the mountain road, the little novice monk has become numb to a bucket that drifts automatically.

I was shocked at first, but after a month of shock, everyone got used to it.

The little monk also smiled lightly, speechless in his heart: Have you never thought of lifting yourself up to carry water?ah?Leng maintained his finger-length height, thinking that he was a grass.

The little monk has also grown an inch taller, the kind that won't shrink back.

Facing the floating dust, the little monk smiled all over his face.

The world is so weird, calm down.

Time to mid-month.It's the little monk's turn to answer questions again.

After picking up the water, the bucket was thrown away, and the floating dust jumped on the little monk's head to lie down and rest.

A stubble of incense ash fell.A head of grass also fell from the little monk's head.

The little monk held a green plant with a light smile, brushed aside the grass, put it behind his ear, and explained scriptures to solve doubts.

The incense ash burned and shortened, and the grass on the little monk's head grew longer and longer, hanging down to his chest.

Among the people who come and go, there are eyes of surprise.

The little monk raised his head and looked at each other.

He casts a spell, and the world is not surprised by his actions.But the man looked at Xiaocao in surprise.

The other party is not an ordinary person.

The line of sight quickly avoided.

The little monk opened his spiritual eyes and saw a brown bear and a goat.

A brown bear broke into the main hall... the little monk was shocked.

Watching the two men praying to Buddha, the little monk secretly pulled a leaf to wake up the floating dust.

Floating dust has a very serious getting up gas.On weekdays it was fine because the little monk got up, but now he was disturbed for no reason, and the dust was furious, and he roared, "Get out!"

Anger shook the Buddhist hall!
Fu Chen always thought that she was a grass, but in fact her strength was not comparable to that of grass.

All the grass aunts in the field last year have become this year's grass nieces.In the first month of carrying water, I fought with pine trees and directly broke the roots of the pine trees. I had to cut the roots and branches to preserve the ability to survive.

Fu Chen's roar was like a howling mountain wind, frightening the ants.

In the first breath, everyone was still dumbfounded; in the second breath, they all swarmed out.

The little monk was also stunned.The whole body was covered by roots, and the white beard disappeared in the blink of an eye—the dust on the head woke up.The figure retracted to look like a two-fingered grass.

"Why?" Fu Chen's tone was bad.

"...donor, pay attention to your image. Look, are there any pilgrims in the hall?" the little monk instructed.

Fu Chen looked over, but there was no one there. "And then? What did I do? What can I do if I'm just a grass?"

"The donor should believe in himself." The little monk persuaded
"Yeah, I believe I'm grass." Fuchen took it for granted.

The little monk was speechless.After receiving the hall master's gaze, he simply changed the subject, "Go and call the pilgrims back."

"Oh." Fu Chen impatiently ran out to call for someone.

The hall master's eyes disapproved of the little monk's approach.

The little monk smiled and said nothing.

The pilgrim came back again, but was driven back by the butcher like a frightened lamb.

The hall master simply let the wood god leave, and the wood god could only leave with the floating dust.

"What's the matter?" Fuchen was not happy.Carrying water every day is very annoying, can't you sleep more peacefully?
"It's all right now." Mu Shen didn't show any expression.He called people back because he wanted to see that people would not be hurt by monsters.It has evolved into such a big battle, and Mu Shen felt guilty for not knowing the spirit and strange nature, and also felt guilty for not cultivating the character of floating dust.

So grumpy.not good.

Because of the roar, Fuchen was quickly punished by the little monk.Called in the afternoon to clean the attic.

The two leaves of the grass support the long bamboo broom, the green grass is out of proportion to the yellow bamboo sticks.

"Poor me, a piece of grass." Fu Chen mourned. "Why."

Holding the broom, he rushed forward and turned around at the end.Going back and forth, the dust is quickly cleaned up, and I rush to the newly arrived "Monkey King" to read.

Fu Chen brushed the book with grass leaves, still complaining, "Little yellow grass, the ground is yellow, I have no father or mother, I haven't slept well yet."

"..." The little monk smiled and said nothing.

After a year, Fuchen also had spiritual power.Cultivation requires hard work, and one cannot rely on spiritual power for everything.This is the education of the little monk.

Even though he was dissatisfied, Fuchen still let the little monk let him go.

There is a change in the wind outside the house.

The little monk was alert.

"Grass benefactor." The little monk sat on the spot and shouted.

"Monk Grass." Fuchen replied lying on the book.

Neither of them moved.

"Go and see if anyone around you enters the backyard." The little monk ordered.

Pilgrims are not allowed to enter the Sutra Pavilion and the backyard.Accommodation is also separated in one place.

There are unexpected guests.

Fuchen took his mind off the fiery book, feeling unhappy.Jump down and slap flop out.

You can't hear the abnormal sound and you can't see the abnormality.Fu Chen simply ran to the grass and squatted down, waiting for the rabbit.

The room is quiet, only the light and shadow patronize.

The little monk didn't pay back for a long time, and when he went out, he saw the "green grass" blinking in the grass.

Grabbing grass with one hand and saluting with the other. "Grass benefactor, did you sleep well?"

"Oh, let it go, let it go! The monk killed someone! It's time to mow the grass!" Fuchen shouted.

The little monk laughed and threw the grass into the Sutra Pavilion, "Clean the whole building tonight, if you can't do it, then do it for a year later."

Today's new issue of "The Monkey King", Fuchen is on credit.You can't develop the bad habit of being old when you owe money.

Fu Chen blinked, pretending to be obedient, grabbing a broom to sweep a place, pretending to be.When the little monk was called to help by his senior brother, Fuchen quickly closed the door, and the roots inserted into the gaps in the wooden boards under the door.

Hey, clean up at night, sleep now.Fuchen thought well.Guard the door.As long as you push it outside, you can wake up.

Perfectly clothed.

Fu Chen closed his eyes and fell asleep, his roots gradually penetrated under the floor tiles and into the depths of the Sutra Pavilion.Blades of grass spread along the door.

The shadows outside the Sutra Pavilion stretched extremely long from west to east.Until night fell, the bright fire lit up the Sihai Foxin Temple.

The monks in the temple exclaimed, and soon discovered that the Daxiong Hall, the Pagoda of Ten Thousand Buddhas, the Abbot's Room, and the Sutra Pavilion were all on fire at the same time.

The monks divided into four and put out the fire at the same time.The night was too lively.

Outside the door of the Sutra Pavilion.

"Why can't it be opened? Can't it be opened?" The three young monks jumped in anxiety.

"Break away!" The older hall master made up his mind.

"One, two, three!" The three banged on the door vigorously.

"one two Three!"

"one two Three!"

Nothing moved inside the door.

"Window! Broken window!"

The three of them went to break the window separately, pierced the window paper, but saw vines the size of a fist firmly blocking it.

"Why are there trees?"

Several people broke their heads in a hurry.

"Call the wood god and the abbot over here. They know spiritual power." The hall master analyzed.

"Floating dust!" The young man immediately thought of it, "I'll call my uncle."

Mu Shen rushed over and was shocked to see the green branches and leaves exposed after the fire burned the wooden building of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

In the three-storey Zangshu Pavilion, the first and second floors have been burned bare, exposing the green foliage walls, and the third floor is relatively intact, with wooden windows, but it is already smoking.

"Floating dust!" Wood God called out to people with spiritual power.

no response.

Mu Shen flew up to the third floor from the outside, opened the wooden window, and saw that some books on the third floor were already on fire.Hastily cast spells to put out the fire.

This fire is a demon fire, which cannot be extinguished for a long time.

Wood God frowned.

He is not a master, but has profound spiritual power.

Looking at the vines surrounding the entire Zangshu Pavilion, Mu Shen ran down and saw that the second floor was not on fire, and neither was the first floor.

Take it to heart.

Spiritual power poured into the eyes, quickly found the root system of Fuchen, and said to the vine, "Fuchen, please grow taller."

no response.

The wood god rushed upstairs and set the fire on the pavilion on the vines.In order to protect themselves, the vines continue to grow, crushing the air where the fire grows.The vines were burned in circles, and the vines gradually grew to the third floor, eventually covering the entire Zangshu Pavilion.

After everything was done, there was only a wooden frame left in the Cangjin Pavilion, and as far as the eye could see, it was a bun-like vine.

The remaining fire was stalked by overgrown vines.

When the abbot rushed over, it had already been dealt with here.

"This is..." the abbot exclaimed.

Wood God was also shocked.

It grows several feet overnight (one foot is 3 meters 3).

But what worried him even more was the floating dust.

He burned the floating dust with fire, forcing the floating dust to grow.There is no response to the call from the spiritual consciousness... The situation of the floating dust is the most worrying thing.

　The hall master is equivalent to the school director.A little monk is equivalent to a special school teacher

　　
　
(End of this chapter)