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

Chapter 390
After the fire, the temple was closed and repaired.

No big loss.Except that the whole temple was in chaos.

For the chaos caused by the fire, it would take two or three days to fix it.But... the abbot looked up and down the temple, such a phenomenon hadn't happened for a long time.

The previous abbot had told him that fires were common in Foxin Temple.

It's not because of an accidental fire, but because someone wants to create chaos and fish in troubled waters.

"Master, I know who it is." The wood god stared at the towering tree (floating dust) in the temple.

The abbot turned his head to look at the wooden god.

Mu Shen is only reaching his chest now, half a child, but he has already taken responsibility.

"You mean the bear spirit and the goat spirit?"

"Yes. Disciple saw them yesterday, followed them to the back mountain, and searched again, but there was no trace. Disciple suspects that they are not the only two of them."

If it was a ghost, he had already ruled it out, and there were only those two.No more suspects, only humans left.

The abbot was silent, looking up at the big tree at the location of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, "Has the benefactor of the floating dust woke up?"

Wood God shook his head.Looking at the big tree, there is worry and guilt in his eyes.

In order to save the scriptures, he roasted the vines of Fuchen with fire, which would delay the time of Fuchen's deep sleep and cultivation.

"Grass and trees are more able to perceive threats than humans, and they are also better able to avoid threats. Dormancy is common in nature to adjust the body. The dust donor is probably forced to grow dormant under extreme conditions." The abbot explained.

Looking at the lush vines, "That's fine. Take good care of it. It's hard for her to grow so fast."

The wood god was silent.

"But sad?" the abbot asked Mushen.

Wood God shook his head, "It's guilt. Guilt left her here. Guilt set fire to her to protect the scriptures."

Subconsciously, Wood God thought that Fuchen would not be hurt.The scriptures matter.Without even thinking about it, he roasted him with a fire... He was very selfish.

"Everyone in the world has a destiny. This is her destiny and her opportunity. Wait for her to cultivate well and become radical. During this time, take good care of her," the abbot said. "I also practice self-reflection here."

"What is she?" Wood God asked.

The abbot touched his goatee, "I don't know either."

After the abbot left, Mushen went down the mountain to carry water for Fuchen.

No matter what it is, vegetation cannot grow without water, soil, and sunlight.

The Sutra Pavilion has been pushed out five feet high (about 1.6 meters) by the floating dust, and the rest is water and sunlight.

The abbot deliberately didn't talk about the thieves who entered the temple, and the wood god would not tell.Everyone regards it as a natural fire, and pays more attention to fire prevention in hot summer.

In the summer season, there was a drought for many days, and the stream at the foot of the mountain was stagnant, so we had to go farther upstream to fetch water.

Dusty vine leaves often shrink.

Mushen could only carry water every day, and did not hesitate to use his spiritual power.

This care lasts for three years.

For three years, more water should be carried in the hot summer every year, and the branches and leaves should be subtracted in winter to keep out the cold.

In the past three years, the vines have caught two people, one time was the bear spirit, and the other time was a wild monk.He also encountered more than a dozen assassinations, all of which narrowly escaped.

And what he saw was that the vine had caught someone.The abbot took the people away immediately, and he was also forbidden to spread the matter.

It is impossible not to doubt.

Mu Shen went to ask, but all he got was sighs.He thought of the legend "Buddha Heart Relic" that Fuchen said.

Fu Chen's awesomeness made everyone suspect that the Buddha's heart relic had appeared. The best explanation was that it was hidden on him or in the Sutra Pavilion.

And only this can explain all the strangeness.

Another snowy day.

The mountains were blocked by heavy snow.Activities in the temple are also kept to a minimum.

The wood god stepped on the branches and looked at the great rivers and mountains covered in silver.The mind is placed far away, and the body loses weight unexpectedly——

"Ouch", a cry.

Mu Shen fell into the big pit, and was stunned when he heard the familiar shout. .

Wood God slowly looked at the grass and the big hole under his feet, and slowly put the bookshelf in the air on the open space.

"Ouch!" Xiaocao yelled, but he fell into the pit.At the first moment, he used spells to protect the scriptures, but the pit under his feet... was eleven or twenty feet deep (about 35 meters).

"It hurts me to death, little monk, you stepped on me. Oh, why is this such a big hole?" Fuchen supported his waist with a leaf.

Wood God smiled.It's common for spirits to be out of their minds.

"Floating dust benefactor, do you know what mistake you made?" The little monk said with a smile.In a good mood, I decided to tease this little monster who has a bad brain and has been sleeping for three years.

"I made a mistake?" Fuchen immediately became angry, and jumped on the young monk's shoulder to reason, "What did I do wrong? Did you accidentally step on it?"

"It's the hole in the ground. The benefactor destroyed the ground." Obviously, only two feet of soil was pushed out, but when it turned back into grass, there were more than ten feet of holes. The little monk suspected that she had eaten soil.Without guilt, the little monk is serious about fooling Fuchen.

"Hey, you little monk, you know how to lie and bully people. Take a good look, does my figure match that pit?" Fuchen laughed angrily.Jumping into the pit and jumping repeatedly, emphasizing the facts.

"Benefactor, you are not a grass, don't always treat yourself as a grass."

"I'm not an idiot, are you?" Fuchen roared.

Mu Shen smiled and said nothing.Stop teasing her.

It's been a long time since such a vibrant floating dust.

The original towering vines are gone, and construction of the Library Pavilion should start.Trouble, the soil layer used by vines is loose, and the ground piles have to be drilled very deep, which is not cost-effective.

Several hall masters and abbots decided to push back the library and plant trees in the original place.

After a few days of resting, Fuchen finally regained his brain, and immediately found Wood God, "Monk, monk, I heard a story, do you want to listen to it?"

"what?"

"Do you know how old you are?"

"Twelve." The monk replied casually.As soon as Fuchen finished speaking, he didn't pay attention.

"No." Fu Chen shook his head, stretched out three fingers, "You are at least this age."

"Of course the poor monk is more than three years old." The monk laughed.

"No." Fuchen didn't have enough brains.He wanted to scare the little monk.I just waited for a while, seeing that the monk didn't respond at all, Fu Chen directly revealed the truth, and announced the answer, "You are at least three hundred years old!"

"What about the benefactor? Thirty thousand years old?" The little monk was not fooled by the little monster.

"Why don't you believe it?" Fu Chen frowned, "I heard it with my own ears. Really."

"Who did you listen to?" The little monk asked back, his eyes still on the books.

"There are too many, those trees in the back mountain. They all said that you fell asleep on the Dragon Ball in Xiunv Mountain 300 years ago." Fuchen looked serious.

The monk turned his head to look at the one-finger-long grass, and said seriously, "Benefactor, if you have nothing to do, don't read comic books and dream less."

"Hey, you bald donkey, believe it or not." Fuchen was so angry that he jumped down and ran to find a pine tree to fight.

But Song Shu cowardly saw her, and she was beaten directly without fighting back.Fuchen found it boring, so he ran to Bodhi again.

"Bodhi, Bodhi, please ask me to tell the Bodhisattva, let her beat the little monk for me, oh, and the great monk (abbot, host)." Fuchen made a wish.

Bodhi didn't move.

A little monk appeared behind him.

"Almsgiver, why did the poor monk provoke you? Do you beg the Bodhisattva to beat me up?" The little monk smiled.

"Well..." Facing an embarrassing situation, Fuchen remained calm, "Because you angered the heavens. I just conveyed the news on your behalf. No thanks, I am the son of heaven after all."

The little monk smiled and grabbed the grass, "Son of the day, how about listening to the poor monk recite scriptures?" Without waiting for Fu Chen to speak, "I think the son of heaven will not mind, after all, it is the poor monk who makes me spiritually wise."

Fuck.Fuchen cursed secretly, this little bald donkey is already so shameless?

Listening to the scriptures is easy, and it’s over after a night’s sleep; but after listening to and writing the scriptures again and again, Fuchen feels that he is going to die.

"Baldy donkey, do you think I can write? I know the characters in "The Monkey King" when I'm exhausted. How can I write?"

"Write." The little monk said only one word.Concentrate on reading.

Fuchen rolled his eyes.But I also understand that when the little monk is unmoved, he talks the least.At this time, it means that what you say and do is a fart, and he will not care.

"Why should I write scriptures?" Fu Chen didn't understand, looking at the text that was more complicated than his own leaf texture, he couldn't understand it.

The little monk blinked his eyes, fooling the little monster with a fool's brain, "You have a problem with your body, I need to pray for you."

"Oh." Fuchen really believed it, and said, "Little monk, you are so kind."

Fuchen grabbed the brush and carefully drew ghost symbols on the scriptures. After waiting for a long time, he asked, "Why are you chanting scriptures like crazy?"

"Pray for the poor monk himself." The monk said seriously,

For a moment, Fuchen seemed to realize the meaning of the little monk's words, but he couldn't grasp the thought, so he could only give up and continue to copy the scriptures.

The little monk stared at the words on the scriptures and copied them carefully.He lied, so pray for himself.

(End of this chapter)