Quick Wear: Welcome to the Crazy Scene

Fangcun was still walking on the stairs.

He did not use any spiritual power, but simply walked in his mortal body. As he walked higher and higher, the golden light on his body gradually expanded.

He could hear the sound of children playing near his ears.

"Can we ring the bell?"

“It’s so big.”

"The teacher said, even if we can't do it, we still have younger brothers and sisters, sons and daughters. There's always someone who can ring the bell."

"Why isn't it time yet? I'm a little tired."

"Hey, what's stuck on your bell pestle? Let me see it."

"Our family crest was drawn by Grandpa himself!"

"Hey, I carved my dad's name on it. He missed the bell, so he took me out as soon as the sun rose today. He even told me to ring his share as well."

“What if the knock doesn’t ring?”

"It's not like we're the only ones who didn't ring the bell. Open your eyes and take a look. It would be strange if someone like us could ring the bell."

……

"One hundred and five."

"One hundred and six."

"One hundred and seven."

He looked at the last step, raised his leg, and stepped forward firmly.

At this moment, a solemn Dharma image appeared behind him. Golden light condensed into the shape of Fangcun, standing quietly behind Fangcun.

"One hundred... and eight."

He walked to the front of the bell and asked, "Would you like me to ring the bell with you?"

"Wow, it's a big monk!"

"I think we're in a good spot. He's so good he'll definitely be able to knock it out!"

"Goudan must be so jealous, hahahaha. Who made this guy so excited that he broke his leg? He can't even crawl anymore."

"Move to the side, everyone, squeeze in and make room for the holy monk!"

"There's no place for him to stand!"

The youthful energy of the young people rushed towards him. Fang Cun smiled sincerely and stood in the empty seat they had vacated.

"Holy Monk."

He heard the voice of a girl next to him.

"Will you ring it?"

Fang Cun took her hand and placed her bell pestle against the bell: "It's not me, it's us."

"It will ring."

“It’s looking forward to it.”

After saying that, he stretched out his right hand and placed it on the bump seat.

"Children, listen to my command."

Fang Cun used his spiritual power to bring the sound to every corner of the platform.

"Raise the bells and hammers in your hands."

The Dharma image behind him was as tall as the bell, and it opened its eyes at some point.

Fang Cun saw Shen Jin sitting on the first step under the spiritual platform.

Take a deep breath.

I hope they don't get scared.

"knock."

The voice just fell.

The young man held the pestle in both hands and smashed it on the bell.

At the same time, the Dharma image flew into the air.

Fangcun's right hand was pressed against the bell, but Faxiang had already clenched his right fist, transforming it into a ball of light and blasting towards the bell.

"Boom...boom..."

First there was a slight tremor.

"Cang! Cang!"

The Buddhist bell is roaring!

It was struck.

The teenagers on the stage cheered and hugged each other, and the adults watching below also howled and cried.

Fang Cun still maintained his movements, his face showing no emotion.

After a long moment, his fingertips moved slightly. A wisp of black mist emerged from the dragon beast on top of the bell. It moved up along his wrist, binding Fang Cun.

It wanted to capture Fangcun and put him in prison for it.

Shen Jin pinched his hands together and added a layer of illusion outside the protective shield to cover up Fang Cun's embarrassed appearance.

In Fanyin City, they only need to know the miracles created by Fangcun.

After the black fog completely enveloped Fang Cun, an electronic prompt sounded: "Corpse forming, current progress 1%"

This time the progress is slower than before.

Fang Cun not only has to deal with the erosion of the black fog, but also has to fight against the imprisoned dragon to protect his body and soul.

"So slow."

Shen Jin seemed to have lost his patience and flew to the bottom of the Buddhist bell before the system popped up 2%.

Under her control, the group of children cheered very sensibly on the other side, leaving Fang Cun enough space to fight.

But Fangcun was a fool. He could only stand there blankly on the bell, attacked from both sides.

She slapped the bell with her palm, venting her anger: "You have a mouth, and it's for you to speak."

He grabbed the imprisoned dragon's horns and pulled it out of the bell.

"Roar!"

The prisoner dragon groaned in pain. Shen Jin slapped it across the face with his backhand: "Be quiet and listen to the bell."

"Some people can't even hear what they want to hear, and you still dare to mess with it?"

"Calm down!"

Shen Jin took action, relying on pure brute force and speed. After knocking the dragon unconscious, he massaged the palm of his hand: "The horn is so painful. If it wasn't useful, I would have pulled it out long ago."

"What are you running for?"

"If you move again, do you believe I'll whip your dragon tendons and have you tied up and whipped with them?"

Without the interference of the prisoner dragon, the situation in Fangcun improved a lot.

She carried the dragon and walked to the other side. She grabbed a reclining chair and leaned back, waiting for Fang Cun to escape from the formation.

"Dong, dong, dong." The wooden fish was struck. The little monk shook his head and chanted, "All appearances are false."

"What did Shi'er understand?"

The voice was familiar, but I didn't know who it was.

The young monk said, "Everything is empty."

"But Master, you said that everything is empty and illusory, so why do you have to regulate my appearance?"

"I don't want to study anymore, I don't want to study anymore, let me go home, I want to go home!"

"Rotten wood, rotten wood!"

"You still dare to run?"

……

"The Buddha's heart is naturally formed, and his body is made of golden lotus. He is a disciple of the Ten Thousand Supreme Buddhas. I hereby declare this to the public."

……

"Fang Shi, go and enter the mortal world. Only by entering the mortal world can you attain the Buddha's Way."

"Yes, Master."

"I don't want to attain enlightenment. But I want this world to be free of demons. I want all living beings to walk outside the Buddha's light!"

"When you think about eliminating the devil, you will be invaded by the devil. The desire is too strong. Fang Shi, you belong to us since birth. Come back, come back, my dear devil."

……

"Square inch."

The long flute sound brings a call, soothes the pain all over the body, swirls around the ear, and then dances away.

"You said, if I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening."

"There is more to this world than just Buddhism."

"Fang Cun, pick up your sword. With your determination to slay the demon, slay it!"

"My heart is filled with hope, and the great path has been achieved."

……

The sound drifted away again, leaving only the silent repetition in the air.

The system's electronic voice diligently announced the progress: "Corpse forming, current progress 99%."

……

"My name is Shen Jin."

"The corpse is forming, the current progress is 100%."

"Congratulations to the host, 3/6 of the corpses have been collected!"

The black fog completely dissipated, leaving behind no trace, just like before, leaving behind only a half-dead Fangcun.

He looked even more embarrassed than before.

Shen Jin stood beside him, looking down at his tattered body. He was dressed in white, stained with blood.

The exposed skin was covered with bloodstains, and blood beads were still bulging out.

It’s not that Shen Jin didn’t help Fang Cun, but her treatment was ineffective on his wounds, so he had to heal on his own.

Fangcun was in a coma for seven days.

Shen Jin was thinking, should he just give up the mission and bury the person? If he continued to torture her, Fang Cun would become crazy.

Fang Cun opened his eyes, pinched Shen Jin's hanging sleeve, and felt something in his heart: "I'm still alive."

"You promised me that you wouldn't break the formation."

Because he couldn't hear Shen Jin's answer, his movements were a little flustered. His amber eyes stared straight at Shen Jin, pleading.

"it is good."

Shen Jin made a gesture and at the same time transmitted the secret message, which sounded directly in his consciousness.

Fang Cun got the answer and fell into coma again.