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

Chapter 411
Before coming in, Fuchen didn't think about one question: how should she get out?

Why did the taskers who came in before fall here.

Appearing in this world and regaining sanity is more real: there is only one chance to become a god.

This world has heavy constraints on taskers.

There is a problem with this task.

The spiritual power given by the world is only so little, and there is only one chance to become a god.

And if they want to go out, they must take advantage of the opportunity of "ascension to become a god" to go out intact-this means that the taskers who come in must compete with the task target for resources.

Here came the contradiction: to help the monk ascend, he died here; to ascend by himself, the monk missed the opportunity to ascend.

Fuchen sat on the top of the snow mountain, looking at the dark mountain under the sky.I'm afraid, this way of heaven is not for saving chance at all, but for fishing.

Catch the big fish of these "taskers".

The great god from the upper world died in one world.Their corpses are the best resources, and the overflowing fish spirit power will change the world's aura.

It is not clear what role the monk played in this.But guessing, it may not be such a good treatment for the "protagonist".

None of the protagonists will be "bait".

The little monk is likely to be an abandoned child.

Fuchen sits on the top of the mountain and looks at the moon alone, thinking about the future.

Maybe the little monk had foreseen it long ago.

The wood god...it was obviously her.

The abbot of the Sihai Foxin Temple may have foreseen that the disaster of the little monk would be her, so he named it "Wood God".

Half a year later, Fuchen was bored playing with wolves in the mountains, when he suddenly heard a loud "Amitabha".Turning around to look, a huge phantom of a Buddha statue sits between the sky and the earth.The Buddha statue lowers its brows and looks kindly, the left palm hangs down, the thumb of the right palm closes the middle finger, and the three fingers stand up.

The end is benevolent, tall and majestic.

The monk is out!
Dust flies past.Sure enough, I saw the monk walking down the mountain slowly to the monastery.

Fuchen stopped in front of the monk and joked, "The strength has improved? Are you afraid of monsters?"

The monk pursed his lips and smiled, with a gentle light in his eyes.

"Monk, I have some questions. When will you explain to me?" Fuchen floated in the air, talking about his troubles lightly.

The monk's eyes were bright, and he seemed to know what Fuchen wanted to ask, "The poor monk must go to the abbot first, and then quietly sweep the Buddha statue for three days. Fuchen can wait for the poor monk after three days."

"Okay." Fuchen readily agreed, and sure enough, this guy knew everything.

She sat on the wall courtyard, ate the fruit Ah Wu sent, and stared at the monk quietly cleaning the Buddha statue.On the day when the monk came out of the hall, Fuchen jumped down and followed behind him slowly, without urging him, just following.

The monk took the floating dust back to his residence - this was originally the residence of the two of them.

Push open the courtyard door.

No one lives in it for half a year, and a little novice is in charge of cleaning.The Zen garden is very clean and there is not too much dust.

The monk sat on the futon under the big tree in the courtyard, touched the Buddhist beads, "Fuchen, ask.".

He is very calm.

Fu Chen followed his rhythm and was very calm.

Fuchen sat opposite the monk, stared at the monk, and asked, "Monk, did you know that I was your catastrophe?"

"What is catastrophe?" The monk asked calmly.

He is always serene.

By his side, the years are good.

The monk shook his head slightly, "The poor monk does not think that the donor is a catastrophe. The donor is responsible and capable, and has the world in mind. It is the luck of the world. It is not a catastrophe."

Fuchen listened quietly, and calmly hit the center, "But I am your robbery."

The monk laughed, "You don't have any misconduct, and you don't mean to harm me, so how could it be a calamity?"

"You and I only live as one." Fu Chen coldly tore apart the cruel side.

The monk still laughed, "Then let the poor monk go. The poor monk will always go to the Land of Ultimate Bliss because of people. It doesn't matter if it is you or not. Besides, the benefactor is smarter than the poor monk and can do things for the world. If the benefactor goes, It is difficult for a poor monk to feel at ease, and there will be demons. Therefore, it is better for the poor monk to go." The monk spoke with a smile and a flat voice.

He never thought she was Jie.

He watched her grow up, watering her again and again, chanting scriptures every day, looking forward to her growing up and becoming a god.

When she takes shape, he knows that she will be the God of Fortune for the world.For the well-being of the world.

She was just about to cross the catastrophe and become a god, so how could he hinder her?

Besides, he didn't see any conflict between the two of them.If she becomes a god, he will also be buried in the earth a hundred years later, and the two will die and the other will die.

But Fuchen knew what "she was his robbery" meant. What does "two people live only one life" mean.

Fuchen knew the monk's future clearly, and explained with frowned, "Monk, look at me." The moment his eyes met his pupils, Fuchen suddenly realized: The monk's eyes were always on him.He was looking at himself all the time.The words that were about to burst out of his mouth suddenly choked in his throat.Throat pain.

This kind of eyes is too clear, like a pool of lake water, supporting people on his calm water surface.

The monk is too simple, simply hoping that a living being will grow up safely and become a talent.Perhaps there is also a bit of human father-daughter love mixed in here.

Because of this, she couldn't let the monk accompany him in the future.

If she owed anyone, it was only the monk.

The prince is the kindness of helping the dragon, but the monk is the kindness of nurturing.

The prince's kindness was repaid by Jiao's joining.

The monk's kindness is not that simple.

She also does not want a monk who is dedicated to crossing people to die.

Going back is unknown.It might be a scam to go back, and the mission of the gods is also like a scam when you think about it seriously.

She would rather fight than break her own waist.

But she hopes she can be ready before she dies.

Fuchen took a deep breath and smiled slowly, "Monk."

The monk did not blink, staring at the floating dust, waiting for her words.

"Let's play in the world again." Fu Chen laughed out loud.It seemed as if the depression in my heart had spit out with this breath.

If there is not much in the future, enjoy the present.At least, live up to the time.

If you are left alone to endure loneliness, there will be more good times in your memory.

The monk smiled, "Okay."

He thought: Fuchen crossing the catastrophe is only a short step away.He has also entered the third level, and if he breaks through, he will be Mahayana Buddhism.It is always good for two people to practice in the world.

The monk didn't bother too much.He lives transparently.After simply tidying up, I greeted the host and left with the dust.

Fuchen turned into a small person and sat on the monk's shoulders, happily going on the road.

"Monk, there are so many Buddhas in the three times and ten directions, which one do you want to be?" Fu Chen was curious.

The monk smiled, "I don't know."

"I hope you become a Maitreya Buddha, Maitreya Buddha is so nice, eat and drink enough and sleep well." Fuchen turned his head, thinking that this idea is really good.

The monk laughed.

When they went out again, the two lost the freshness and expectations they had before.

The road is facing the sky, so walk on one side at will.

There is a way to go everywhere.

Practice wherever you go.

The monk walked for two days.In the afternoon of the next day, a group of people sprang out from the dirt path in the mountain, with sharp knives in their hands, aiming at the monk.

All wild men.It is not difficult to guess that it is a robber.

The principle of the monk's walking is to follow one's heart, and to follow one's heart to the den of thieves.

"Amitabha, why did the benefactor stop the poor monk?" the monk asked.

"Stop talking nonsense, leave all the money and food." The leader's sloppy face said.

The sleeping floating dust turns into grass and sits on the shoulders.Hearing the movement, he turned into a villain and felt fresh, "Oh? Did the robbery hit your father?"

Several robbers with knives suddenly saw the little man and were very surprised.The leader with a sloppy face discussed with the people next to him, "Is it spiritual grass?"

"There is only one talking grass in the world. Otherwise, you can ask which temple they come from." Several people murmured, a little fuzzy.

The decrees promulgated by the emperor are posted all over the country, and they have seen them too.

"Master, may I ask, where are you from?" The leading man learned to be polite.

"Amitabha, Buddha Heart Temple of the Four Seas." The monk respectfully.

With a sloppy face, he knelt down, "Master, please forgive me, Lingcao, I don't know if it's the two of you..."

The others in the back also knelt down and begged for mercy, "Master, spare me!"

Fuchen didn't intend to let it go, and snorted coldly, "Everyone line up to kick. Hurry up!"

Several people looked at each other and did not stop the monk when they saw him standing. They stood one by one with their buttocks raised.

Dust stretched his feet.The feet turned into white roots and grew longer, and they flung them over.

"Ouch!"

"Ouch!"

"Ouch!"

Several people groaned in pain, rubbed their buttocks, and knelt down obediently.

There are rumors all over the country about the tyranny of the new emperor and the "protection orders" issued everywhere.

"You guys, why do you want to rob? Didn't the new emperor implement work relief?" Fu Chen asked.

The sloppy face said with a sad face, "I don't know what you are. We are from Lingchang Village. There is a Yinling Mountain nearby, and there are wild ghosts howling at night. There are old and young among us, and we can't walk very far. The land is also long. Without food, they can only live by looting."

"Then have you robbed yet?" Fu Chen was innocent and unscrupulous.

The sloppy face was blushing, "Normal. People nearby know that we are from Lingchang Village, so they won't resist," he took a breath, and licked his lips, "I'm afraid of bad luck."

Lingchang Village, Yinling Mountain, the name, it feels like the end of life.

"Why are you called this name? Wouldn't it be better to change the name of the village?" Fuchen was puzzled.

The thieves looked ugly, "Well, we changed it as soon as we said it. I don't know how many years this name has been used. If we change it, then people in other villages will still call it that."

Fuchen looked at the monk.

She is too lazy to take care of this kind of thing, but the monk will definitely go.

really.

The monk asked, "Can the benefactor tell us how to get to Yinling Mountain?"

"Master is going to Yinling Mountain?" Looking at the sky with a sloppy face, "It's getting dark after walking here. Why don't you go to our village for one night, sir, and then go tomorrow morning."

The monk shook his head, "It's time to check it out at night."

The sloppy face pointed to the mountains in the distance and said, "Sir, just walk along this road, and turn left when there is a fork in the road. If there is a sudden thick fog and you can't see the distance clearly, but you can see clearly after taking two steps back, it is the boundary of Yinling Mountain." .However, you can only find a way out during the day, and at night, there are wild ghosts howling, and you can't get out if you want to go."

The sloppy face and the others accompanied them for a while, nagging all the way, "I don't know, we have to go out at full sunrise for robbery, and we have to go back immediately after noon. Today, every business is satisfied, so I want to wait another quarter of an hour." Touch the courage. I didn't expect to meet the master, what a fate."

"Hey, we are miserable in winter. The days are short, so we basically have to come back when we go out. Occasionally, we have to help the caravans who take the shortcut to Yinling Mountain clean up the corpses."

"Then you take the money." Fuchen said straightforwardly.

The sloppy face scratched his head, "Hey hey, yes. We will take half of the belongings and help them drag out the corpses, and wait for their families to claim them. If there is no one, we will bury them."

"Then you have two professions. One is a robber and the other is a corpse collector." Fu Chen concluded, chatting together.

"Hey hey, if your lord says yes." The leader nodded casually without arguing.

After a while, a fork in the road arrived.Sloppy faces and other people should turn right, and monks should go left.

Sloppy walked a few steps and found the monks flying in the air, only to realize that they didn't need anyone to accompany them.

The monk flew for a while, flying at low altitude in the mountains, and as the sloppy face said, he came to a critical point.Suddenly the fog was thick and the distance could not be seen clearly.

Looking back, I can clearly see the distant sky and the mountains and trees.But walking forward, there is a thick fog and clouds and smoke everywhere.

After careful inspection, I saw a boundary marker on the side of the mountain road, which read: Yinling Mountain.

The monk walked back and forth at the critical point, constantly testing.Fu Chen was puzzled, "Do you suspect that there is a formation here?"

The monk nodded.

Such an obvious boundary is difficult to explain, but the formation can be explained.

Fuchen thought of Bai, the cloud demon who used the fog to fly into the clouds.Wushan is quite similar to this place.

Walking along the mountain road, the fog is so thick that you can't see the road at all.

Before I knew it, I lost my way and entered the forest.

The sky is white mist.As far as the eyes can see are dead branches and fallen leaves, corpses and graves.

The floating dust simply glowed by itself, and the long green light flickered in the white mist.It really looks like the monster in the legend.

The monk looked at Fuchen and smiled, "Fochen. It's better to put it away. It's daytime. If there are people here, wouldn't they be scared to death?"

Fuchen didn't think too much about it, and accepted it.Turning his head to see the monk exuding golden light, Fu Chen was not satisfied.

"Why do you do it?" Fu Chen puffed up.

"Almsgiver, people have different meanings to colors. Among folks, green light symbolizes weirdness, ghosts, and ghosts. Golden light is auspicious and Buddhist. So poor monks can emit light."

This means: if you have the ability, you can shine golden light.

Fuchen: Do you think I'm still a silly little grass?

"Hmph. You are the only one who is right." Fuchen turned his head, and continued to emit green light.

just let it go!

While it was still daytime outside the mountain, the monk and Fuchen were walking around in the mountain.

It was found that there was nothing but trees, grave bags, and bones here.

The mountains are very quiet, and there is no feeling of living things at all.Not even the passing birds.

At first glance, what impression you see, what you see later is still the same.

dead wood.grave bag.

dead wood.grave bag.

grey.dark color.

Gray, dark.

The field of vision is all dark gray vision.

Repeated things appear repeatedly and without accident, layer by layer copying is creepy, and the visual impact is too great.

"Hey." Fuchen flew to sit on the branch, unwilling to move.It looks exactly the same here.

"Benefactor." The monk raised his head and greeted.

"Ah?" Fuchen asked back.

"Please don't be on top of the corpse," said the monk.

"I do not have it."

"Not under the corpse either," the monk continued.

"I didn't..." Fuchen raised her head, only to see a skull hanging in front of her eyes, her eyes were facing the black eye sockets.

"Fuck!" Fuchen cursed.Simply move a step, stop in the air, and sigh, "Ordinary people are really scared to death when they come in. Everywhere they go is their (corpse) territory."

The monk looked at the thick bones and messy graves under the mist, "What do you think is the reason for this?"

"The battlefield, what else can it be?" Fuchen sat in the air, white mist covered her figure, and her voice sounded in the dead silence, "There are corpses everywhere, and the locations are all kinds of strange, of course it is a battlefield." Fuchen sighed, "Battlefield Then there is this scene, all life is nothingness."

The monk did not speak, but stared at the floating dust.

Fuchen seldom has emotion, she just got used to it.She has seen a lot, and her heart has grown. She can look at things from the big picture, and nothing can surprise her.

Sometimes, the monk wondered what she had experienced, was it the little grass that he grew up with?

Why, sometimes there are so many armors?
Out of character?

Sometimes the monk wondered if Fuchen was a child he had raised.Where is she from?Is it a creature of this world?

After a while, the white mist rolled into black, like a storm swept by, and the black mist flew around.

Vision became black.

it's dark.

The monk gave up his previous thoughts and continued to explore the forest.

"what--"

"Ah~"

"Ugh-"

Various voices emerged from the night, noisy and messy.

Dust vigilance.

Something came over, but I saw a ghost floating away from me.The second, the third... Countless ghosts are wandering in this black forest.

Fuchen stopped beside the monk and didn't speak.

There are many, many, so many that there are so many floating dust that they can't be counted. They can only be estimated according to the density and the size of the mountain. "There are at least [-] ghosts here."

but……

Fu Chen tilted his head to look at the frowning monk.

Normally, there would be no souls left to wander in time, and all would go to hell.

Some of them became resentful ghosts because of great grievances, and escaped the pursuit of black and white impermanence, but there are so many, it is not normal.

"Could it be...they are guarding the tombs of some royal nobles?" Fuchen's mind was wide open. The recently released "Monkey King" mentioned tomb robbery, and she subconsciously thought of this.

The monk shook his head, "They are complaining, not voluntarily."

"There is a formation here, and they are not voluntary. Could it be..." Fu Chen's eyes were firm, "They were designed to guard the tomb?"

The monk did not speak, but found a flat place, sat up and recited the Ksitigarbha Sutra.

The dust flies up and follows the ghosts to see if they have any rules and can help her find the tomb.He took out the black knife from the space again, and kept smashing holes, and when he hit the holes of No.60, he heard a big movement from above. He flew out to look, but saw an army marching in the black mist, and his breath was very unpleasant. .

Yin soldiers.

Why borrow here at this time?

No... How do you know that there are so many evil soldiers here?

"Amitabha," the monk blocked the way of the Yin soldiers.

The Yin soldiers in the second row immediately showed their weapons and wanted to attack, but the leader of the ghost general raised his hand to stop, and asked politely, "Master, why do you want to stop me?"

"Benefactor, the poor monk would like to ask, why are so many ghosts here unable to enter the underworld?"

(End of this chapter)