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

Chapter 392
"Murder! The monk killed!" the old man kept shouting, his expression was ferocious, and he flinched and frightened when he saw the little monk in his eyes.

Fuchen got into the cloth bag and watched the enemy's situation quietly.

One person and one grass stood in place and waited.

As the old man shouted, a group of people gradually ran out on the mountain road, holding long knives in their hands.

Everyone formed a circle, and the knife pointed at the wood god, and the circle gradually thickened.

The old man had a ferocious face, pointed at the young monk, gritted his teeth as if gaining all the strength in his body, "You monk is so courageous, you are going to kill people in broad daylight!"

Many people are brave and fat.

Wood God smiled and said calmly, "Benefactor, the poor monk is saving people, and—"

Yet no one wanted to give him the chance to finish his speech at all.

"You said you didn't kill people!" Walking in front of the crowd, the old man pointed at the wood god's face and shouted, "He fell at your feet, and you said you didn't want to kill people?"

Wood God still explained, "Benefactor, the poor monk saw that this man fell down, he was just weak, and he was trying to find a way to untie it."

The old man didn't speak, just stared at the monk.

Wood God didn't explain anything anymore, and had to wait calmly.

In the silent time, the sun flies down, the heat rises, and the danger is ready to go.

"Eh..." The people on the ground made a little noise, getting ready.

The old man walked straight over and punched the man on the ground under the eyes of the wood god.

Mu Shen reacted instantly, bent his knees and kicked the old man away, and looked down at the man.Fortunately, I just fainted again, and there is no serious problem for the time being.

"Amitabha, benefactor, murder is a great sin." The wood gods folded their palms together.

"Hmph, I don't kill people." The old man was speechless after saying this.

The heat gradually deepened, and the air became scorched.Everyone stared at the wood god, with the intention of doing something at any time.

Fuchen was at a loss, not knowing what kind of drama this was.

Mu Shen is not a meticulous character, he ignores everyone's siege, and only does his own thing.He put the man in the shade and was puzzled by the behavior of the old man and a group of strong men.

He didn't know what to do, and he waited quietly, drinking his own water and watering the grass in the bag.

About three quarters of an hour, there was a strange sound on the top of the mountain.

Looking up, there are shouting and running on the other side of the mountain, and the noise is very loud.

"Come on, beat him up!" Against the backdrop of loud shouts, people continued to emerge at the end of the mountain road, like overflowing drops of water, rolling and increasing in size.

Soon, these people also rushed to the surrounding area of ​​Mushen, increasing the thickness of the enclosing circle by ten people.

"Are you the one who wants to kill us?" A strong man said fiercely with a hoe.Gritting his teeth and glaring, it was like glaring at King Kong.

Wood God shook his head, "The poor monk doesn't have any."

"Oh, nothing? Then why did our people fall on your side?" The strong man pointed at the wood god, and his muscles moved accordingly.

Fuchen quietly raised his head to watch, still not knowing what their rhythm was.

"Benefactor, can I listen to the poor monk's details?" Wood God hoped to have the right to speak.

"Speak? There is nothing to say. Tie me up and sacrifice to ghosts and gods!" The big man yelled.

"Yes, village chief." The people in the surrounding circle echoed loudly holding farm tools.

Mu Shen put his palms together and only had time to say, "Amitabha", before he was grabbed by several people.The cloth bag on his body was also pulled away, and after opening it, there was nothing, and it was thrown on the ground.

The rushing people ignored their feet, and the cloth bags were stepped on and kicked back and forth.

Taking advantage of the crowd's focus on Mu Shen, Fu Chen ran out of the cloth bag and ran to the side of the road, mixing with the weeds.

In sight, Mu Shen was quickly grabbed away, and the fallen man was also dragged away.

Fuchen felt strange.

The old man obviously had a problem, and poured the murderous dirty water on the monk.

Regardless of right or wrong, the village head directly pressed people to die.

The strangest thing, the monk did not resist.

A monk is not a pedantic person.If so, she would have been lazy every day, eating, drinking and having fun, so would she still need to carry water to earn money for the villain's books?

Fuchen felt that his brain was not enough.She was curious and afraid, and when the crowd was out of sight, Fu Chen followed the footprints all the way.

When it was dark, Fuchen finally saw a monk bound by iron chains in a yard. His clothes were dirty and had several holes torn.

"Monk! Have you been whipped?" There was unreasonable anger in Fuchen's voice.

Who touched her monk!

"Benefactor, you are here." The monk's tone was very light.Seeing the grass growing wildly in front of me, the green leaves twitching, hair strands, and leaves growing, but I didn't realize it.

"Benefactor, can I do a favor for the poor monk?" the monk asked.

"Say."

"Hiding in the poor monk's ears."

Fu Chen was stunned for a moment, his body quickly diminished in Mu Shen's eyes, and he returned to the height of Yizhi Xiaocao.

"Monk?" Fuchen was puzzled, and jumped on the monk, seeing that the flesh in the hole in his clothes was still solid, so he was relieved.

"The benefactor is curious and I won't resist?" the monk asked with a smile.

Someone in the corridor noticed the monk talking in the courtyard and shouted, "What are you doing?"

The monk turned his head back and did not speak for a while.The smile on his face didn't change.

The man couldn't see anyone in the yard, so he scolded the monk and left.

When the person left, the monk continued, "The benefactor, did you notice what the village chief said? He said sacrifice to ghosts and gods."

"And then?" Fu Chen couldn't see the meaning behind it.

"Why is there a living person in the coffin this morning? And it's staying overnight, benefactor, this is not in line with common sense. Put the two together, and you can see that there must be a connection inside."

"Oh." Fuchen suddenly realized, "So you have to risk yourself."

"Exactly."

"Okay then, I'll go to bed." As he spoke, the floating dust crawled into his ears.

"..." Wood God smiled and reminded, "Benefactor, the poor monk has something to ask for."

"Ah? What are you asking for?"

"The poor monk is afraid of fire."

"so what?"

Mu Shen already understood that Cao Mu probably had no brains, "Benefactor, the poor monk needs you to help the poor monk resist one or two, especially the fire when necessary."

Fu Chen was stunned, and pointed at himself, in disbelief, "Are you stupid? I'm a grass. How can grass help you block the fire?"

"Wildfires are endless." Mu Shen reminded.

"Only when the spring breeze blows is life born." Fuchen also reminded.

Wood God thought for a while, "Benefactor, the poor monk believes in you."

Damn it.Fu Chen thought, the monk must have been broken.

The last ray of sunlight in the sky also fell into the sea, and only the afterglow of moonlight slowly shone down.

The people in the room finally took action.He dragged Mushen into a big bucket, washed it forcibly with a big brush, put on a red dress, and dragged him to the open threshing field in front of the village.

In front of the bonfire, the village head man stretched out a resonant syllable and said loudly, "My lord, today I offer you a hundred catties of fresh meat (160 catties in modern times) and ten altars of fine wine. It can save us from the pain of death."

After singing, the village head waved.

The two villagers immediately cooperated to stick sticks to the wood god.There are ropes, and sticks are not easy to insert.The two of them took a piece of rope and directly tied the person and the stick together, and carried them to the fire.

"Fuck! You are so insidious?" Fuchen couldn't help shouting.

"Who?" The two log bearers let go of their hands in fright.

Fuchen was scared to run away by the yelling at first, but after thinking about it, she is a grass, and there are grasses nearby, they can't tell the difference.

It's okay to play around.

"Evil animal, I am your Lord Ghost, don't you recognize me?" Fu Chen pretended to have a deep voice.

"Ghost? Master Ghost?" Everyone looked around, looking for the source of the sound.

Finally settled on the foot.

The village head stepped forward to preside over the overall situation, and asked uncertainly, "Master Ghost, are you under our feet?"

"Oh, how bold to say that I am under your feet. I am in hell? Do you want to say that hell is under your feet?" Once the game started, Fuchen quickly plunged into it, and his voice became deeper and deeper.

She has watched "The Monkey King", and she still has the concept of ghosts.

In the dark woods, everyone looked left and right, and when they looked around blankly, they became more and more frightened.

When one person kneels and kowtows, everyone kneels and kowtows at the monk's feet.

"My lord ghost, I didn't know you were here. The villain is guilty. Today we dedicate a monk. Please don't get angry." The village chief can't control the truth.Stabilize your position.

"Just this little monk? Do you think I have no eyes? There was no such monk before, and this monk was brought by you to take revenge on me. Don't you know that eating monks will deepen karma?" Fuchen pretended to be angry.

It's a little irritating.Fuchen laughed secretly.

(End of this chapter)