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

Chapter 391
The little monk transcribed a scripture when he heard a "snoring".

Turning your head to look, the grass next to you is lush and growing.In order to prevent the table from being crushed, the little monk threw the grass out directly,

Hey, Xiaocao is too active, she can know how to snore, and in a while, she will probably be able to pick her feet too.The little monk thought resignedly.

The days were quiet and peaceful.

Carrying water, listening to scriptures, reciting scriptures, and copying scriptures, the ordinary days gradually passed, and year after year seemed to be just a blink of an eye.

Looking back, it seems like it was all yesterday.

The little monk could no longer stand up to the big tree, and as soon as Fu Chen fell asleep, he threw her into the big pit of the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

But gradually, the wood god, who often observes the floating dust, raised his head to read the book, and found that the tree was no longer growing.

He rummaged through the information, wanting to know why.

The little monk measured it with his feet, and it was 22 feet, 2 feet, 1 inch (80.03 centimeters). This height stopped for half a year.

He is also similar, and his cultivation is stuck in the "ten merits" (the second stage of Middle Vehicle Buddhism) and he is forbidden to move.

This year he is 16 years old and can go out to practice.

Fu Chen was sleeping again.

I slept a lot during this time, but not for long.

The little monk looked at the shape of the big tree outside the pavilion and remained silent.

The original floating dust was as big as a finger, I thought it was grass, two feet high I thought it was a shrub, and three or four feet tall I thought it was a vine... It didn't show its first shape until it grew to twenty feet.The original vines are mainly two strands intertwined with each other, presenting the momentum of a dragon playing.Now I saw the dragon's body for the first time, but the dragon's head was gone.

wooden dragon.

This is the type of dust.

Wooden dragons are not considered living beings. The earth absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon and has enough popularity to give birth to this thing.

Throughout the ancient times, there were often wooden dragons in the age of gods and Buddhas, and they were almost extinct in later generations.

Unexpectedly, there was also a wooden dragon at this time.Mu Shen thought silently in his heart.

In his mind, it can be said that the floating dust is completely grown on the "Four Seas Buddha Heart".It is also born to be a god.

The divine position of "Wood God" is floating dust.

Mu Shen went to the abbot to explain his doubts.

"Wood God, you already know the origin of your name. The fate or calamity of your meeting is in the hands of both of you." The abbot urged, "If you have anything to do, you must communicate to avoid unnecessary misunderstanding and regret for life."

"Fuchen is quick-tempered, and you are also stubborn. Communicate more, and be more considerate. This time you enter the WTO, it depends on whether you can get through it."

The abbot clasped his hands together, "The sea of ​​Buddha is boundless, remember to look back."

Wood God also clasped his palms together to return the gift, "I want to confirm one thing, can master tell me?"

"You said."

"Is the relic of the Buddha's heart really on the disciple?"

The abbot was silent.

Wood God bowed his head, "The disciple knows."

As night fell, the monk stood by the big tree and watched the distant sky, waiting for the big tree around him to wake up.

Fuchen's habit is to sleep until nightfall, then listen to him recite sutras, and then go back to sleep.

Before they knew it, they knew each other well.

Just thinking about it, the floating dust shrunk rapidly.

Mu Shen moved a step to the right, picked up the grass and put it on his shoulder.

"Monk." Fuchen staggered, his voice was muffled, and he was still awake.

"Benefactor, how about we go down the mountain to practice tomorrow?" the little monk asked.

Before he knew it, he was also a handsome young monk.

"Are you going?" Fuchen murmured.

In her concept, there is no leaving.Wherever the little monk went, she followed.

Wood God smiled, "Naturally."

"Okay." Fuchen agreed.He yawned again and asked. "where to?"

"North and south, follow fate."

"Oh." Fuchen slept on the monk's shoulder.The monk's shoulders have broadened, and she is still small.very nice.

The next day, the two went down the mountain early.

The mountains are verdant and green, and the combination changes as the footsteps move down.All are familiar scenery.

When I left at the beginning, there was no sorrow of leaving, only the small expectation and peace of unknown adventures.

The monks are on their way throughout the whole process, so just sit in the dust.

The wood god strides forward, completely following his heart.Take the fork in the road according to the fate, walk the mountain road according to the fate, pick the fruit when you are hungry, and find the wooden fish to knock on the scriptures when it is dark.

All the luggage is wooden fish, a change of clothes and a piece of grass.

At night, the sound of wooden fish came from the silent forest, and the grass snored with the sound of wooden fish.

No.30, who was on the road for four days, saw someone coming down the hillside and walking to a cemetery at the foot of the hill, with a nervous expression.

Mu Shen feels different.Walking to a nearby grave to hide, I turned my head, turned my face, and the moment my eyes met, there was a cry.

"Oh, well." The person next to him said.

"Ghost!" said the person in front.

Two calls.

Wood God smiled, "Benefactor."

"Well, oops." The person under the grave got up and hit the coffin board with a "bang", and then hurriedly got up and ran, "Damn it, damn it, it's really a hell!" The man said while running and crying.

"Benefactor." Wood God held his hand.

"Hey!" The man yelled, and fell to the ground unconscious.

"Monk, you scared people to death." Fu Chen stuck out his grassy head.

"Nonsense." Wood God stretched out his hand to touch his breath, his breath was like gossamer, he was about to die.Hastily passed a trace of spiritual energy into the body.The moment the spiritual energy entered the body, the condition of the man's body was also known.Yin and cold block the heart and liver, a sign of critical illness.

"Is it dead? Is it dead?" Fu Chen ran over and asked.

"Benefactor, say more good things so you won't be struck by lightning." Wood God persuaded.

Fuchen didn't even want to reply, "Monk, don't tell lies so you won't be struck by lightning."

"Not dead." The little monk walked to a dry place with the people on his back.

The floating dust jumped off the shoulders, and the white roots bounced to dig the grave.

"What is the benefactor doing?" Wood God came over.

"See if there is anyone else. To be able to live in the grave, it must be a bone spirit." Fu Chen was excited, "By the way, monk, you go and kill him twice, lest he live again."

The little monk never doubted that the IQ of the grass monster was low.

"...the benefactor, he is human." He emphasized.

"Why are people in the soil?" Fu Chen snapped back with a reasonable air.

Wood God walked to the grave where the man was lying, pointed at the coffin and slid it left and right, "Look, the coffin board can move freely." Then he raised the tombstone, "The tombstone is only about one catty (16 taels per catty), and women can also stand alone." Pushing it away with your hands is not the setting of the grave at all. He was not regarded as a dead person in the coffin from the beginning."

Fu Chen did as Wood God said, and it was true, "Then he is here to seek death?"

Mu Shen shook his head, "When you see a ghost, you can run wildly and faint from fright. It's not seeking death at all, it's just dying of fear."

"Then why did you come to seek death? You are lying." Fu Chen stared at Wood God.They have been getting along for many years, and there has been no gap between the two for a long time, and the banter and jokes have never stopped.

"That's the truth, you have to ask this person for details." Mu Shen put the man in the sun for a while.

The sun in the morning was not poisonous, and Mushen reckoned that after two quarters of an hour in the sun, he dragged the person in to cool off, and when it was almost the same, he pushed him out to bask in the sun.

"Do you want him to die?" Fu Chen was curious.For the first time, I knew that the monk also had murderous intentions.

"..." Mu Shen twisted his neck, stared at the grass and asked with a smile, "How did the benefactor know that the poor monk wanted to kill people?"

"Dry for a while and cool for a while, it's the easiest to die. I'm grass, I have experience." Fu Chen's voice was high-pitched and childish.

Mu Shen thought for a while, and didn't plan to talk about the big truth, and explained with grassy thinking, "I am a human being, and I have human experience."

Well, justified, different races.Dust Approved.

Temporary truce.

The two of them waited and waited. The people here did not wake up, but someone came from the mountain. It was an old man. Before he saw what the person looked like, he shouted, "Killer! Killer! The monk is murderer!"

Fu Chen looked at Wood God with questioning eyes.

Mu Shen looked back, "You have to make your own judgment."

Fuchen turned his head, and immediately climbed into Mu Shen's ear to watch the play.

She already had a hunch that there must be a scene.The little monk can't escape.She is a blade of grass, who would treat her like an onion?

The drama couldn't burn me, so I immediately put myself in the right posture to watch the drama.

(End of this chapter)