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

Chapter 400
I don't know how many times he was tortured. In the years of trance, Mr. Yan only remembered that he was making incense sticks.Use spells to cast spells on your own tree vines.

He couldn't take it anymore.

There is also a troupe of little demon troupes invited, and they are not happy if they don't sing wooden dragons.

Enduring the babbling and the strong wind and thunderstorm, Mr. Yan made a magic weapon.Main function: sleeping.

For a long time, I don't know how much time has passed.The big tree next to it turned into a small grass.

There is grass under your feet to stretch out. "I slept so comfortably."

Mr. Yan was dumbfounded, "Yes, you are comfortable, and you are satisfied with our service." He slapped him.Cursed in his mouth, "It's blowing and raining, and singing a little song, you're living a good life!"

"Really?" Fu Chen asked in a sharp voice, "What can I do to you with a single plant? Holding it in the palm of your hand and spitting on it can drown me." Fu Chen spurned Mr. Yan and complained about everything.

"I'm bah." Mr. Yan was so angry that his lungs hurt.

"Hahahaha, monk, huh?" Just as Fuchen wanted to shout, he found a seedling hidden in his roots.

"What is this? There are flowers that want to parasitize me?" Fu Chen wondered.

"Heh." Mr. Yan lost his good temper a long time ago. These days, he has a woman who wants to serve this demon king, and he has had enough!Good temper is only for my Feifei!

"That's the flower branch that I gave you, to dress you up, I wish you early blossom and fruit." Young Master Yan said nonsense.

Fu Chen despised, "What fruit do you think a piece of grass can bear for me? Do I need you to bear fruit for my flower?"

Mr. Yan turned around, he was too lazy to wait on this guy.It's annoying to see.

Fuchen climbed onto the monk's shoulders, stretched his waist, reminiscing about the sleep this time, and said with emotion, "The feng shui here is really good, and I can sleep well. I will sleep again next time."

"Get out! Don't come! Don't come here for the rest of your life!" Yan's "minion" yelled.

The monk asked Mr. Yan, "Master, the mountain behind..." The mountain has almost been flattened.There's really no need for remediation.

"It doesn't matter." Mr. Yan resolutely did not look back.

It hurts to look back.Heartache.

I have been in the mountains for two months.

Fuchen still felt that he had just slept for a day, and looked around, "The ghost is coming again? Why is the mountain flat?"

The monk was calm and didn't plan to talk about it with Fu Chen.

It's important to stay in the mindset.

It was already night when the two went down the mountain.When I got to the bottom of the mountain, I heard someone shouting, "The holy monk stays, the holy monk stays!"

It was an old man who came, with a strong body, walking like flying with a cane, a long white beard, and well-dressed clothes.

The monk stood still and waited.

When the old man approached, he was not in a hurry to salute, but first arranged his appearance before bowing respectfully.Greeting in a warm voice, "Holy Monk."

The monk folded his palms together and returned the salute, "Amitabha, does the almsgiver have something to ask the poor monk?"

The old man was taken aback, he didn't expect the holy monk to be so direct.Soon he laughed, "The holy monk has good eyesight, but the poor monk has something to ask for."

"I wonder if the poor monk can give the little old man a bunch of bodhi seeds?" The old man also asked directly.

Bodhi seed?
Fuchen looked at the monk, is it delicious?How I never knew.

The monk shook his head, "Almsgiver, a poor monk cannot give you bodhi seeds."

"Why?" The old man was shocked. He straightened his face immediately and introduced himself, "Young old man is not talented. He is also a good person in the eighth life, a good person bestowed by the previous emperor. Why can't he ask for a bodhi child?"

"Yes, why not?" Fuchen asked.

"Amitabha, does the donor know that you still have blessings?" the monk asked lightly.

The old man looked away, and murmured, "It should, yes."

The monk shook his head, "Not even a penny, and he was tainted with karma. If the benefactor is really a good person in the eighth life, I think he is the ancestor of the person who sold money to let people live in the coffin."

"Ancestor? Is he a dead person? Is he a ghost?" Fuchen whispered sharply, and immediately regained his energy. He stepped forward and shouted, "Catch! Monster! Where can I escape!"

The monk stretched out his hand, grabbed the grass in the air, and let her do whatever she wanted in his palm, and said calmly to the old man, "I'm sorry."

The old man didn't expect his identity to be exposed so quickly. He shook his head and sighed, "You're right. He is my unworthy descendant who committed such immoral things. However, I tried my best to make up for his wickedness."

The monk shook his head.

"He..." The old man's eyes searched, and suddenly all his expressions fell, "It's a sin. I thought he could live."

"The night before you came, some people came to stay in Xiaolao's coffin for one night, but I have exhausted my merits. But my good Feng Shui has been eroded into a mourning place. People who go there have no shelter. It is easier to lose life. I have no power to recover, so I can only entrust him with some money and ask him to seek help from Taoist monks. I thought there was still a sliver of life, but I did not expect that I would kill him.” The old man’s expression was very sad, his head drooped with.

"The karma on your body is not limited to these, and how many other people are there. Did the benefactor bear the karma for your descendants?" The monk continued to ask.He was also a little surprised.How did a good person in the eighth life become a villainous person?
"The little old man has worked hard to do good, not for the common people, but only for the prosperity of future generations." The old man cried, "So when he left, he also told his children and grandchildren that if there is any difficulty, he can ask the little old man to protect him. My grandson knew this, and he had a bad idea. I thought it was to save people, so I didn't say anything. The grandson's trouble was caused by the old man, so naturally the old man will bear it, it doesn't matter."

"You will go to eighteen purgatory." The monk reminded.

"So what?" His tone was flat.

The monk stopped talking.

Blessing, this is the last drag.But it was turned into a fortune by the grandson.

It was just taking care of one or two things, but if it turned into turning around the world of life and death, this matter itself would be skewed to an immeasurable degree.

It will not be known how many things are hidden behind.

The floating dust in the palm stopped making noise, so I sat on the palm at this time and reminded the old man, "Don't say it's too full, if you haven't experienced hell now, you will naturally think you can survive it, and when you experience it, you will cry and regret it. "

The old man smiled, not taking Fuchen's words at ease.

"Since the holy monk can't give the little old man what he wants, then the little old man is gone." The old man was still respectful.

"Amitabha, the poor monk will save the benefactor." The monk put his hands together and saluted.

"Hehe." The old man smiled, turned and left, and disappeared into the mist of light.

In front of a certain mansion, the old man bowed to the ground, "My lord."

"Have you thought about it?" Young Master Yan asked with his hands behind his back.

"Think about it." The old man's voice was surprisingly flat.

Mr. Yan nodded, raised his hand, and saw that the long sleeves were swayed, and there was an extra pig on the ground...

As soon as they returned to Haimen Village, the monk and others were surrounded.A group of people wearing official clothes and holding knives surrounded the two.

The dusty blades of grass immediately exploded, and they were ready for battle.

"Excuse me, are you Lord Shengseng and Lord Lingcao?" A eunuch came out and asked.

Holy monk?Ling grass?They are here to ask for help.

Fuchen turned his head to look at the monk, the grass on his body gradually softened and shrank back to the size of a finger.

"Amitabha, if the donor is looking for monks and spiritual herbs, then it is a poor monk, but a poor monk is not a holy monk." The monk said.

"That's it." The father-in-law was happy, "Holy Monk, the emperor has invited you, when do you think you will enter the palace?"

The monk looked at the floating dust next to him.

Fuchen looked at the monk.

The two looked at each other.

She can do whatever she wants, let the monk make up her mind.

The monk saw that the grass and leaves were motionless, and knew that Fuchen had no idea. (When she has an idea, she moves directly, no one needs to guess.)
The monk thought for a while, "Amitabha, there is nothing wrong here, so it's okay to leave now."

"Hey, I'll just wait for your sentence." The father-in-law laughed.

One person and one grass were invited into the carriage.

A team of hundreds set off with a carriage.The monk and Fuchen cry and watch the scenery, which is also considered comfortable.

Surprisingly, it was only two days away from the imperial city.

Along the way, my father-in-law continued to introduce the food, history, and scenery to the monk and Fu Chen, with a smile on his face all the time, trying his best to please the two of them.

Floating dust feels very comfortable.

The second night in a carriage to the capital.

When they arrived at the place, a cart was added to the back of the carriage, which was specially loaded with gadgets and food that the floating dust could look at twice.

The monk saw the intention and smiled lightly to keep calm.

The palace got the news early that a cleansing banquet was prepared for the two, and the carriage drove directly into the palace.After receiving the oral order, the father-in-law brought the monk Fuchen into the palace.

Above the main hall, there are many ministers on both sides to clean up the dust for the two.

Fuchen was curious, so he stood on the monk's bald head, sat and looked to the right.The two leaves faced one side for a while, and turned to face the other side for a while, turned around to look behind, the roots scratched their scalps, and the grass leaves tried to lean forward to look ahead.

The movements are very vivid, as if they are human.

Everyone looked at the spiritual grass on the monk's head and found it interesting.

A monk will not act rashly like floating dust.Walking dignifiedly, looking forward, the cassock on the body is neatly dressed, and the clothes hardly swing when walking.

Standing in front of the hall, with dignified luggage, "The poor monk is called the wood god, and pay homage to the Holy One." The monk folded his hands and bowed.

Fuchen jumped onto the monk's shoulder, and put the two leaves together in a salute.

Seeing this, the man with a yellow robe and black beard smiled and waved his hands, "The holy monk has worked hard all the way." The voice revealed the majesty of the superior. "Is the spirit grass under the stage?"

Fuchen didn't open his mouth, he tilted his head to look at the emperor, there was dragon's breath hidden all over his body.

Turning his gaze, he suddenly saw a huge dragon with an astonishing momentum.The dragon found that Fuchen was looking at her, turned around to reveal the dragon's head, and opened his mouth to roar at him in protest.

This is the weather in man.

The owner of the dragon is a man.

Fuchen jumped down, ran under the second table on the left side of the banquet, and climbed up the table.

All eyes followed the running grass.Quietly waiting for the next thing.

Fuchen climbed up and looked at the man carefully.

The man didn't shy away either, and looked at her quietly.

This is a cold person, so cold that he has a dark belly.The body of the dragon churning around... seems different.Fuchen suddenly noticed the difference.

On the table, Fuchen ran forward and tugged on the man's sleeve.

The man understood and put the dust on his shoulders.

Fuchen looked at it again, and then he understood.

Jackie Chan!

"Evil..." Fu Chen blurted out.

"Benefactor, don't be rude." The monk interrupted Fu Chen's words.

The man turned his head and looked at Fuchen, Youyou's gaze had a long path, no one knew whether it was light or dark.

The man took a few glances, then turned his head, stretched out his hand to dip a little sake and flicked it on Fuchen.

Fuchen took two sips, then smacked his mouth, "It's delicious. I want more."

"Oh, the spirit grass is hungry." The emperor smiled, "Come here, bring a pot of Tianquan wine fragrance to the spirit grass."

Everyone suddenly realized, and echoed, "The spirit grass is really different, and the water to drink is also different."

"Wine is the essence of water. Spiritual grass loves to drink the essence."

Fuchen didn't care what they said.She just waited to drink.The two leaves swing up and down rhythmically.

The palace people stepped forward.

There was an extra jug of wine on the man's table.The servant took a sea bowl and poured it out with a splash.

The floating dust jumped into the sea bowl, splashing a piece of wine.The white roots floated in the wine, and the whole grass fell down.Cozy look.

"Ah~" Fu Chen let out a sigh, full of comfort.

"Hehehe." The emperor laughed loudly.

The man in front of Hai Wan remained expressionless and continued to drink his wine.

The monk looked at the floating dust and stepped forward to hold it.

The emperor stretched out his hand to dissuade him, "Hey, holy monk, it's rare that Lingcao likes my imperial brother, so let her stay a little longer. As an imperial brother, I was not treated by animals, but was liked by grasses and trees. Haha."

Everyone followed suit.

The monk still wanted to go forward, but the minister came forward to ask for instructions, "The holy monk is tired from the boat and the car, and he must be hungry too. The distinguished guests have already arrived. Your Majesty may as well have a banquet."

"Okay!" The emperor rejoiced.

The monk was arranged to be opposite.

The sacred order is hard to break.The monk stared at the bowl on the opposite table, worried in his heart: don't change into a big tree at this time.

After a banquet, Sheng Ge drank the whole time, drinking to his heart's content.

The "recently many disasters" and "whether there is a problem with the dragon vein" are all deaf ears and the background.

Regardless of the heated discussions at the banquet, or talking about current affairs, she is just a grass.Non-staff personnel, no matter what they do, they can't control it.

The monk was afraid that Fuchen would get drunk and make trouble, so he kept telling him to drink less.

The dust is completely inaudible.

The emperor persuaded him to drink more, and the floating dust could always hear him.Then wait for someone to refill the wine.

The servant brought wine to the sea bowl with a banquet.There are several maidservants waiting to come forward with jugs in their hands.

The prince looked at the green leaves in the bowl lightly, without any waves in his eyes.

Surprisingly, Fu Chen has a good capacity for alcohol and has never been very drunk.It's just clamoring for wine.

After drinking, the banquet council also stopped, and they bet one by one, staring at Fuchen to drink how many bowls of wine.

The wine jug was filling too slowly.

The minions simply went to the jar, and finally the vat.

The monk spoke softly, and couldn't stop the crowd who accompanied him madly. He could only watch helplessly as the edges of the two green leaves in the floating dust were slightly blush.

At the end of the banquet, they were all poured about the same, and not many could speak in an orderly manner.The emperor's ministers fell into one piece, and the grass in the bowl was still sipping wine.

The queen came out to preside over the overall situation, and let the servants help the emperor back to the dragon couch to rest, while the other ministers stayed in the palace to rest.The slaves of each family sent someone back to deliver a letter of safety.

The prince was the only one who was sober, so he got up and told him to return home.

After a few words of dissuasion, the queen promised him to go back to the mansion

The monk fished grass from the vat and was about to go back.

"No, I want to drink, I want to drink." Xiaocao jumped on the prince, took off his clothes, and muttered.

The prince didn't speak.

The queen made the decision, "Wudi, Lingcao likes you, you can treat Lingcao for a few days."

The prince didn't speak, turned around and left.The sleeves are thrown up, and a grass is hanging on the body.The palace man behind him carried a large wine jar.

(End of this chapter)