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

Chapter 394
It seems that people are almost scared, and the monk is going to shoot if he scares him any more.Fu Chen hurriedly asked.

"Why is that person in the coffin?" Fuchen asked.

The old man hesitated.

Fuchen sneered, "Do you think you don't know if you don't talk about your old body? I'm just curious, where do you have the courage to think that your old body is inferior to you?"

The old man was frightened and kowtowed, "Ghosts and gods forgive sins, ghosts and gods forgive sins. It's the little one who was confused for a while, and was fascinated by money, so he shouldn't lie to the ghosts and gods."

"Say!" Fu Chen thought it was troublesome and let out a sharp roar.

"Yes, yes, yes." The old man kept kowtowing, "It was my father who told me that my family has a virtuous man who can go to the coffin to seek the protection of our ancestors if we encounter difficulties. Little one, little one I didn’t believe in ghosts and gods before, I just thought it was false rumors. But people kept dying in the village, and everyone was terrified. I, no, the younger one, the younger one came up with the idea of ​​a cemetery.”

"I told about the virtuousness of my ancestors, and I made up the matter of protection. I said that as long as I can sleep in the virtuous coffin for one night, I will be blessed by my ancestors and will not be arrested by ghosts and gods. I went to the coffin in the ancestral grave in person I fell asleep. As long as there is a gap in the coffin, no one will die. As long as the person who comes out the next day is still alive, it proves that what I said is useful." The old man paused.

"So?" Fu Chen sneered, "How many people did you sell and how much did you sell?"

"A total of nine people were sold for [-] yuan."

Fuchen didn't understand these two numbers, but the village head next to him turned cold. It could be seen that he was very dissatisfied that the money didn't go into his pocket.

"And what about the monk? He's just a monk."

After laying the groundwork for so long, I just wanted to ask this question.

The old man turned around.It seems to be thinking about something.

Fuchen felt that she was too gentle, so she didn't move all the time, which was suspicious.She simply ran under the old man, roots came out of the soil, bound the old man's feet, and dragged him down.

I've been fighting with Pine Tree for so long, and I still can't beat you?

The sudden change completely frightened the old man, his feet had already sunk into the soil, and he kept struggling, but the white roots wrapped around his legs and continued to spread.He kept begging for mercy, "Ghosts and gods, forgive me, ghosts and gods. I am afraid that someone will die and damage my signboard, so I just rely on the monk. The monk is busy, and I don't have to take responsibility when he is around. If he is not here, I have a reason." Said it was his cause and effect, not mine."

Winding is prohibited.

Fuchen looked at the monk, the monk always looked compassionate, and now he was not moved when he heard the reason.

The monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's mantra, "Amitabha, the benefactor, you will be right when you turn back."

After the words fell, Fu Chen cooperatively put away the roots and warned the old man, "Sooner or later, this monk will be my flesh. Meddling in other people's business will make you save others and kill yourself."

The old man knocked his head on the ground, the voice was in his ears, his heart was completely frightened, he was trembling and couldn't say a word.

"Monk, take care of your life. I'll wait to collect it." Fuchen Hongsheng played the last trick, making the surrounding trees sway to make her look majestic and leave.

The devil, you have to look like a devil.

Then he quietly ran into the monk's ear, "Monk, it's up to you. You just have to yell, "Catch me, monster, I won't spare you", and you will be a hero."

"Amitabha." The monk saluted with one hand and recited the Buddha's name. "Benefactor, there are "ghosts and gods" here."

This is for Fuchen.

"...Okay. It's quite pretentious to say so."

The village chief sneered after hearing this, "Tch, I just realized it, are you stupid?"

When the monk wanted to leave, the villagers did not stop him.They only think about their own lives.Monks are wanted by ghosts and gods, they can't move, just ignore them.But they completely annoyed ghosts and gods.

It's no use sleeping in a coffin to confuse ghosts.

They hang around under the eyes of ghosts and gods all day long, waiting to be slowly selected for steaming, frying and roasting.

"Monk, why don't you stay? You are a hero if you stay?" Fu Chen was puzzled, sitting on his shoulder and asked.

The monk looked serious, "Benefactor, the poor monk thought, so many people died here, there are indeed suspicions of "ghosts and gods"."

"Are you serious?" Fu Chen hesitated instantly, always worried that a mouth would appear behind her, a shadow she couldn't see, and swallow her in one gulp.

"Is it true that the smell here is weird and uncomfortable?"

"Huh?" Fuchen turned back.

"Huh?" Turning back again.

Back again.

"Benefactor, what's the matter? But what did you notice?" the monk asked with concern.

"I always feel that there are ghosts behind." Fuchen replied seriously.

The monk thought for a moment, put grass into his ear, and closed his left ear. "so--"

Before the monk could ask, Fu Chen pushed his ears away, jumped out, panting, "Oh, you scared me to death."

The monk glanced over, would a person a hundred feet tall be afraid of ghosts?

Monks walk through the forest.He had a good sense of direction, and walked into the forest listening to the sound of wind blowing leaves.

There is a cold fog in the forest, and it gets thicker as you go in.

The monk's white monk's robe flickered in the white cold mist.

Fuchen huddled in his ears, trembling with fright, and kept turning to look around.

The monk wanted to go deep into the forest, but he came out after a few steps in the forest, and didn't go in at all.After thinking about it, I decided to come back during the day and spend the night near the village first.

While walking, the floating dust jumped off the monk's shoulders.

"Benefactor, let's go." The monk called.

"You go, I'll stay overnight." Fuchen walked into the cold mist.

The monk glanced back and walked towards the crowded place without asking any further questions.

The grass benefactor is a very intelligent and persistent creature, since she has made up her mind, all he needs to do is wait.

The next day when the sun rose, the monk opened his eyes and saw the grass coming out of the forest, striding forward, swinging the blades wildly, and approaching in a menacing manner.

"What's wrong?" Monk was curious.

It's okay if you don't ask, but when Xiaocao asks, he smashes the ground with his body. "I'm so pissed off, I'm so pissed off! I've been looking for the ghost all night, but he didn't show up!"

The monk was still curious, "Isn't the donor afraid?"

"I'm afraid." Fuchen said calmly, "I'm just too scared, so I'll just face it."

"I deliberately ran into the fog and attracted a wolf."

"As long as I go out, I will be watched by wolves. In this way, I won't think about going out, and I can only stay in the fog."

"I turned my head countless times, and I was afraid that ghosts would find me."

"Go back and go back, I'm so annoyed and irritable, I really want the ghost to come out and beat him up, so that I can be so angry!"

"Then I searched and searched, and kept searching, but I couldn't find it. Are you angry?" Fuchen roared roughly, his whole body trembling constantly, showing intense emotional fluctuations.

The monk was stunned, staring blankly at the little grass that climbed up his shoulders and was still jumping. After a while, he smiled contentedly, "The benefactor is so wise."

"Wisdom? Isn't it brave?" Fuchen couldn't understand the monk.

The monk smiled warmly, "It is very brave. The poor monk was amazed at the wisdom and courage of the benefactor." The monk sighed, "How many people take the initiative to face difficulties? How many people lack the courage to face fear? A person who is afraid , a difficulty that hinders thousands of people in the world."

"The benefactor can use tricks to force himself to face it and ensure his ability to execute. He is also determined to face it head-on, and the more he suffers, the more courageous he becomes. This wisdom and courage make the little monk cooperate." The monk said seriously.

"Hey, is that so?" Fu Chen was embarrassed, "I just don't think I should be afraid of anything."

"Yes." The monk accepted the instruction.

Suddenly hearing the sound of the suona, the high-pitched and sharp suona moved the hearts of the people, and it was hard to calm down.

(End of this chapter)