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

Chapter 417 Compassionate monk father is obsessed with obsession 36 (end)

The monk staggered towards the floating dust, and the black mist on his body changed substantially.The monk's body was invaded by black, and his body appeared strange.Layers of hard texture appeared on the original skin.

"Obsessed! Obsessed! You can't be enchanted anymore! The Thunder Tribulation will be even bigger!" the giant dragon was anxious.

The lightning balls gathered above the underworld smashed down with a "boom".The dragon dodged subconsciously.Thunder and lightning hit the monk below.

The monk staggered and fell directly to the ground.The whole person is still in thunder and lightning. The electric ball with the sound of "sizzling" really whipped the monk.The ground spat out blood.

"Wow! Monk! Monk!" the dragon was anxious.

The thunder and lightning in the sky didn't mean to stop, preparing for the next wave of thunder and lightning.

The monk was dying and slowly opened his eyes.In front of the mouth is a spurt of blood.He was still emitting black air.The obsession has not stopped.In front of his eyes was the floating dust on the ground.She looked so quiet, as if dead.

No snoring, no smell of alcohol, just fell to the ground.

The monk stretched out his hand and used all his strength to prop up his body and crawl slowly.He didn't quite understand, but Fuchen went out to play as usual.When we meet again, why is it Thunder Calamity?Farewell?

How much is she hiding?

How much did you pay behind yourself?

Why did the spirit grass that grew only in the palm of my hand fall down with just a small finger?
The monk crawled to Fuchen's side, and looked at Fuchen's gray face, as if it would turn into slag when he touched it.Tears fell inadvertently.

He held the floating dust on the ground, unable to accept it.It should be a golden dragon, soaring in the sky, it should be a god, admired by thousands of people... Why is it like this?

world.

Jiang Ziwu gathered a country's geomantic omens to press on the big tree.

Black and white and water dragons convey mana to the wooden dragon layer by layer.

Hell.

Thunder billowed down like fire.

The monk suddenly raised his head and screamed, his golden light turned black.A black halo emerges from the body.Thousands of ghosts in the underworld are continuously sucked into the black halo.

In the underworld, the night is enchanting and charming.

"Fallen!" the dragon screamed.

The huge thunder fell like a ball of light falling into black water.The black water swayed like smoky ripples, only the sound of "sizzling" was heard, and there was no more sound.

On the other side of the Santu River, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and Manjusri Bodhisattva appeared.The light shines and shines on one side.

"Bodhisattva! Bodhisattva! Hurry up and save people!" The giant dragon shouted hastily when he saw it.

The whole underworld is really black wind, engulfing all the centers involved in the thunder and lightning.

On the Santu River, there is only darkness.

Manjusri stared at the monk in the dark.The monk hugged the floating dust and froze in place, like a sculpture.

Manjusri spoke with a voice like mountains and flowing water, "God of wood, don't be obsessed with obsession. Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately."

In the center of the darkness, the monk stared at the Bodhisattva with a stiff head, the Bodhisattva he once respected and sang.

"Why, she must have died?" the monk asked.The voice is loud.

His figure was covered with a layer of black, only the dust in his hand was not disturbed by the black mist.But Fu Chen's face was still dead gray.The hands hang down, showing the life that hangs down.

"This is the destiny and cannot be violated."

"Just like the flowers on the other side, the flowers and leaves do not meet each other for generations. You have two bodies, and you are destined to have a rare good relationship." Manjusri persuaded.

Thunder billowed and fell down.The black mist transformed by thousands of ghosts bears it.

"Are you really going to lose your life because of one person causing millions of ghosts in this underworld and 50 people in the world? Is the Buddha in your heart like this?"

The monk stared at Manjusri Bodhisattva, "I haven't touched the ghost at all."

Ksitigarbha said, "He collected karmic fire and hell ghosts."

Even if he became enchanted and lost his belief, he did not violate his lifelong belief.

"Bodhisattva! Save people!" The giant dragon couldn't help but interjected, and knelt down on the river surface, the dragon scales on its back were destroyed, and its flesh was scorched black.

Ksitigarbha didn't reply, but muttered words, and stepped up to cast spells in the Santu River, and the bright golden color sank into the deep river water.

Ksitigarbha clasped his hands together and said to the monk, "Santu River is a river of life and death. When you think about life, you think about death. As long as you let the little benefactor cross the Santu River, you will live forever."

The black mist is heavy and nothing can be seen.

A small boat floated slowly on the Santu River.The boat appeared as if out of nowhere.

The monk stared at the boat, the halo on his body dissipated.But the black mist remained.

The monk walked over with the floating dust in his arms and put the floating dust on the boat.The monk stood at the bow and rowed carefully.

The boat left the shore leisurely.

The black mist filled the air, and I couldn't tell the direction.

The two walked on the river, as if they were walking in a huge splash-ink landscape painting.The pen and ink are too heavy, polluting the rivers and rivers.

After the monk is proficient, he swipes quickly.He remembered the bank of the Santu River, and even more remembered the giggling sound of Fuchen.

In his eyes, the floating dust seems to never grow up.

Even if she dances like a golden dragon and slashes a formidable enemy with a long sword, she is still the floating dust who needs to plan her future path.

Whether it is ability or personal emotion, the monk believes that Fuchen is the one who became a god.He's just a helper.

With firm eyes, the monk drove towards the shore.

The surface of the river suddenly became extremely wide, with no bounds visible as far as the eye could see.

I don't know where is this shore and where is the other shore.

Santu River is the boundary between life and death.

Now, they're caught between life and death.

The giant dragon was still holding on, but it was stunned when it saw this, and it didn't dare to approach it for half a step.

The thunder and lightning aimed at the floating dust in an instant, and hit the floating dust on the boat, which was blocked by the monk's golden mask.

The ship's branches were destroyed by the impact, the bow and stern of the ship were smashed, and only the place where the floating dust lay was still there.Driftwood floats on the surface of the water holding the floating dust.

The monk fell into the water and pushed the floating board to help Fuchen cross the river.

When Ksitigarbha saw this, he immediately conjured up a big red flag to stand on the other side, and wrote "Crossing" for the monk to see.

Manjushri shook his head.

"Ksitigarbha, can there be a soul to fill the Santu River?" Manjusri asked.

Dizang remained silent, and jumped into the Santu River by himself, filling the width of the river.

The huge Truth Ting followed, and also walked into the Santu River.

Manjushri shook his head slightly.The method of Ksitigarbha has always been direct.I also walked into the Santu River and followed Ksitigarbha to chant sutras for blessing.

The scriptures converged into thoughts and moved close to the front of the river, aiming at the direction of the boat but couldn't reach it anyway.

It clearly feels that the distance is very close, but the sky is high and the earth is far away in the blink of an eye.

The two Bodhisattvas closed their eyes and chanted sincerely, and the power of their thoughts on the water surface has been stretching.

Thunder strikes.

The monk, without any protection, was thrown into the water entirely by covering his body above the floating dust.

Fuchen's body also floated down, slowly submerging into the unfathomable Santu River.In water without light, floating dust is like a rotten rock, inconspicuous and irrelevant.

After the monk choked on the water, he dived to find the floating dust without waiting to relieve his body.

The falling dust seemed to hear someone calling her name.

"Floating dust..." The voice was unfamiliar yet familiar.

"Floating dust..." The distant voice came from the call of the soul.

The monk hugged Fuchen's body and swam up.When coming out of the water, Fuchen slowly opened his eyes, "Shenjun..."

In the eyes, it is the monk Mushen.

Consciousness returned to the mind.Fuchen sensed the weakness of his body, and also remembered his current situation.

"Have you become a Buddha?" Fu Chen asked.

In a word, the monk had the desire to cry, he shook his head, "No."

Fuchen slowly turned his powerless head, and saw the long thick fog and darkness.There is still rumbling thunder and lightning above, aware of the situation.

"Monk, let's go." Fuchen said helplessly.

She guessed that she was dying.I was able to wake up, probably because I am now in the Santu River, the boundary between life and death.

She is bound to die, why bother to drag someone along.

"Nonsense." The monk spit out blood, put the floating dust on his back, and paddled for a swim.

Fuchen persuaded, "Monk, you have to learn to let go." She fell weakly on the shoulder of the monk, closed her eyes, and after a long time, she lifted up slightly, and exhaled softly, "Can you let go?"

"Let go to live."

The monk's answer was to tie her on his back with a cassock and continue swimming.

"Make that golden Buddha. Really, it's very beautiful." Fu Chen's eyes blurred.She watched the undulations of the water surface and felt calm.

She and the little monk are family, growing up together, and expecting each other to be the best of themselves.

is a close friend.Perfect the love in each other's hearts.The monk cares about the world, and she walks around at will.

complete each other.

The monk was crying and swimming forward with his back on his back.The water of the Santu River is very fishy, ​​impregnated with thousands of people, ghosts and gods; very bitter, swallowing up many sorrows and joys of the soul, very spicy, and dangerous to the sky.

He tried his best to maintain the original voice, "Young monk...never...wanted to become a Buddha."

Tears flowed across the corner of the mouth, drinking salty and sour.

"The little monk's qualifications are dull, and he doesn't understand warmth and pain. If he can't cross himself, how can he cross others? If he can't understand the seven emotions and six desires, how can he be the Buddha that the world asks for help?"

Fuchen listened silently, and understood that he and the monk were probably the first catastrophe.

He is not afraid of suffering himself, so he saved thirty thousand ghosts.

Not afraid of wronging oneself, but afraid of not being able to fulfill others-this kind of long-term sacrifice spirit, after meeting her "magic" species, she firmly believes that she is a god.

I hope that she will become a dragon and a god, and no mistakes are allowed.

In the center of the long river, the monk was carrying people on his back, paddling non-stop, not daring to stop, not daring to think too much.Even if you can't see the other shore in your eyes, try to firmly believe that the other shore is ahead.

it's there.

Just keep trying.

Fuchen tried to keep his eyes open, tried his best to stabilize himself, and ensured that he had one last breath to persuade the monk, "Monk, you are a god of destiny. My existence is only to ensure that you can become a god and not have demonic obstacles."

Fuchen changed the mission of Tiandao.

Even knowing that Heavenly Dao might be hunting missionaries like them to complete the evolution of the world.

It was just a deception from beginning to end.

Floating dust is a big fish.

Monks are bait.

They are all pawns.

Fuchen still hopes that the monk's introduction in the mission is true.He is the god of destiny.Is the chosen one.

The monk stopped and floated on the water. "If I were Buddha, I would promise you the position of god."

Fuchen's chest was full of swelling pain, and there were tears in his eyes.This kind of good expectation for oneself is hard to repay.

Fuchen looked at the dragon tendons and scales on the monk's body, and also saw the black air overflowing from the monk's body.

Fuchen stretched out his hand, placed it on the monk's first cervical vertebra, and slowly retracted his dragon tendons, but kept the dragon energy to protect the monk's heart veins.

"Monk, you work hard and leave the rest to me." Fu Chen firmly believed in fighting with the monk, "If we lose, we will die together. The golden lotus seed is on your body. Maybe our bodies fall on three On the Tu River, if it can become fertile soil to nourish the golden lotus, it is not a loss." A bright light appeared in Fuchen's eyes.

The monk smiled softly, feeling his body getting lighter and lighter.

Thunder and lightning struck down from the sky.

The strength of the monk's actions is getting weaker and weaker, and he cannot dodge.The floating dust turns into a dragon, rolls around the monk and takes off, taking the monk away from the lightning strike point.

The lightning on the surface of the water was quickly conducted by the turbid and vast Santu River.

The floating dust fell on the surface of the water, and the monk wrapped his tail and threw it on his faucet, and swam forward quickly.

Above the mountains and rivers, the big tree suddenly appeared with a huge golden body floating in the dust, which frightened Hei and Jiang Ziwu, and the dragon body moved away.

The two looked at the golden body, hoping for Fuchen's path to becoming a god.

On the opposite side of the Santu River, a huge wave suddenly rolled up.

"Ah!" Fuchen let out a snarl, and charged towards the huge waves with all his energy.The dragon swayed and took the monk to the highest peak of the wave.

On the Santu River, thunderbolts flew down and blasted towards the soaring golden dragon at the same time.

Above the mountains and rivers, a dragon's sound suddenly roared from the big tree, and the shadow of the dragon was seen flying, with the afterimage of a monk on the dragon's head.

Hei hurriedly followed and circled around the wooden dragon, Jiang Ziwu also entangled his own aura.Help her with all your strength.

On the Santu River, Fuchen sensed his growing strength, and his eyes flew firmly towards the huge waves.

Wind blows.

The huge waves hit Jinlong's body, curling up the dragon's body, making it difficult to see the golden dragon's figure in the huge waves.

The world is black.

In the sky of the underworld, there was only thunder and thunder, which hit the water surface and illuminated the water surface of the Santu River.

After a long, long time, the huge waves churned again.The golden dragon appeared above the water, like an annoying bug, invulnerable, swimming around, annoyed the master of fate.

Fuchen saw the word "渡" supported by the Bodhisattva, stared at the word and tried to swim forward.The golden dragon swims slowly with the monk on its back, rides the wind and waves, and slowly swims to the other shore.

When the golden dragon's tail completely crossed the dividing line on the other side, the golden dragon burst out with light, and its body turned into scales and spread out.

Landing on the ground, Fuchen's body stood on the other shore.The monk is still unconscious.

Fuchen looked at the Bodhisattva.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva stepped forward and pointed at the monk's heart.A golden circular object floated out from the heart.

It is Buddha relic.

Black streaks appeared on the relic, like a magma that exploded at any time.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva conveyed his vows to the relics, but to no avail.The black streaks haven't disappeared.

Dizang looked at Wenju.

Manjusri stared at the monk's body, waved his hand, and a closed golden lotus appeared from the monk's body.

Manjusri put the relic into the closed golden lotus, and then put the golden lotus into the monk's heart.

Fuchen stared closely, not daring to miss a single bit.

After a while, the monk opened his eyes.

Fu Chen was overjoyed and jumped on the monk, "Monk!"

The monk looked at the floating dust, "Are you all right?"

Fuchen smiled slowly, sat up, looked at the monk, "I'm fine." He looked at Manjusri.

Manjusri nodded slowly to Fuchen.

Fuchen understood.

The monk looked at his heart and understood something.

Manjusri confessed, "You two are good students who cultivate and never forget your original aspirations, so that you will be able to persevere." Ksitigarbha bid farewell to Manjusri together.

The monk and Fuchen bowed off.

Turning his head, Fuchen stared at the monk, "Monk, you have a demonic obstacle."

The monk nodded.

There are black streaks on the relic, which cannot be eliminated. Only the monk can solve it by himself.

Only by self-crossing can one become a Buddha.

The monk saluted Fuchen, "Sorry, your chance..."

Fu Chen stopped, "I still have a chance." Her chance to leave was to ascend.She is currently unable to attack Ascension, let alone be targeted by Tiandao.

But she still has a chance.

The monk thought for a moment, then shook his head slightly, "You and I have a long way to go to practice."

The floating dust turned into grass and floated to the shoulder of the monk, "Continue to practice. We still have a hundred years."

The monk looked at the Santu River, which had returned to its usual calm, and nodded.

Move forward.

Get a chance to become a god or a Buddha.

There is no relationship with gods and Buddhas, so try your best to be yourself.Stick to the original intention.When I went back, I felt no regrets.

　A monk cannot become a Buddha.Floating dust cannot become a god.Can only live.For both of them, it is very satisfying.Continue to practice ahead, and experience is different.This is the sweetest ending I can think of. (*^▽^*)
　　Monk and Fuchen are different from normal father and daughter.Monks care about their elders.The two get along and only hope to complete each other.The monk's heart is still number one in the world.But in his eyes, Fuchen is a god who can contribute to the world.He approves of her.He cared about her as an elder, so he didn't want to watch her die in front of him.Monks have never joined the WTO.Even if they have a high level of understanding, they lack worldly experience and emotions of ordinary people.The appearance of floating dust makes up for the lack of bonds between the world and relatives.And the floating dust has always been willful.

　　o(*￣︶￣*)o can be understood as: Fuchen helps the monk to become a Buddha.The monk crosses the floating dust and becomes a god.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)