Quick Wear: Don't Follow the Plot and Feel Good

A Buddhist disciple is a true Buddhist disciple.

Unlike the Buddhist disciples in Beijing, the Buddhist disciples in Beijing wear suits, eat delicacies every day, and look aloof and noble, but they are never short of women around them. Just because they wear a Buddhist string, can it prove that they are Buddhist disciples?

However, Fu Mochen, a Buddhist disciple, had shaved his head, wore monk robes every day, ate vegetarian food, and meditated in the temple, chanting scriptures and beating the wooden fish. His mind was free of distractions.

When Fu Mochen was 8 years old, he suddenly fell ill with a strange disease. He stopped eating, drinking, and talking. He slept every day, and his breathing was almost non-existent. However, he was full of energy and looked no different from an ordinary person.

One day he suddenly fell to the ground, began to twitch all over, talked nonsense, and danced.

After a while he laughed out loud again, like Long Aotian: "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't look down on the young and poor!"

After a while, she burst into tears again: "No! Don't leave! How can you be so cruel..."

Then he said, "You are heartless, ungrateful and unreasonable..."

Duoduo, Shengjiang: Tsk tsk, this is Long Aotian, and the soul of Crazy Romance has gathered together. How pitiful! I wonder if this body is too crowded?

Mr. Fu was extremely anxious and consulted many famous doctors in the world, but no one could tell what was wrong with him. They just said that it might be mental stimulation.

Old Master Fu was furious. My son is well-fed and well-off, and no one has ever provoked him. How could he be mentally ill?

The doctors were afraid to speak.

Later, he met a wandering monk who claimed to be from Lingshan Temple. He told Mr. Fu, "Your son doesn't have any illness. It's just that he was born on a Yin day, a Yin month, and a Yin year. His fate is special and he's prone to attracting evil spirits. He currently has several souls fighting for control of his body, which is why he often talks nonsense."

Mr. Fu was very worried. "Master, can you save my son? I am willing to give away all my wealth!"

The old monk said calmly, "That's not necessary. Monks have no material possessions and don't care about money. If Mr. Fu is confident, I can bring your son to the temple and teach him exercises every day. The ancients said, 'A person with righteousness cannot be invaded by evil.' As long as your son has righteousness in his heart, his life will be smooth."

"Master, can't you just eliminate the soul in your body?"

"To be honest, I'm not a skilled practitioner either. I only know the key, but I can only manage to seal it until the young master is fifteen. What happens then depends on his luck. If he has the ability to understand and is blessed by the Buddha, he will surely be able to eliminate the spirit within him."

After all, this monk couldn't cure his son. But Mr. Fu didn't dare to say anything. He had consulted many talented people before, but no one could come up with a solution. At least this monk knew how to solve it.

Well, let my son be a monk for a few years. What if the soul in his body is destroyed?

Fortunately, I still have a son who can now inherit the family business.

Fu Mochen returned to the temple, and strangely enough, he felt that his soul was much calmer.

It seems that souls are indeed afraid of Buddha.

"No. Buddha said that the mind is the Buddha, and the Buddha is the mind. Your coming to the temple means that your mind has become righteous, so the spirits are afraid and have calmed down."

"So that's how it is. Thank you, Master."

"You have a righteous heart, which means you have a connection with Buddha. Just stay here peacefully, devote yourself to worshipping Buddha, and you will be filled with righteousness sooner or later."

"Thank you, Master, for your guidance."

The assistant and several bodyguards who had brought Fu Mochen to the temple were nearby. Seeing that Fu Mochen, who had been so quiet and well-behaved that even the adults at home couldn't control him, was now quiet and well-behaved, they couldn't help but feel awe: "It turns out that what the monk said is true."

After returning, he passed the message to Mr. Fu, who was overjoyed and wanted to send gifts to the temple. The old monk refused to accept them.

Fu Mochen had been fasting, chanting Buddhist scriptures, and meditating every day for five years. Suddenly, one day, he drank the medicine and asked him, "Have you been feeling restless lately? Have you had any inexplicable thoughts?"

Fu Mochen recalled carefully, then said happily, "No. Master, I haven't experienced this kind of restlessness for more than half a year. I am a completely normal person now. That's great!" After that, he ran back to the Fu family's old house excitedly.

After returning, he found that Fu's house felt a little different from before, but he couldn't tell what was different.

But he didn't think much of it. Seeing his father, he ran over excitedly. Mr. Fu was also very happy, holding him and talking non-stop, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

"Dad, where's my brother? Why isn't he at home?"

"Oh, I sent him on a business trip." Mr. Fu said indifferently.

Having not lived at home for a long time, Fu Mochen planned to stay at home for a few more days.

Soon, the Ghost Festival is here.

Fu Mochen thought that it wouldn't be too late to go back to the temple after the Ghost Festival.

In the middle of the night, when he was half asleep, he felt something hitting his forehead, giving him a terrible headache.

He wanted to call for help, but no matter how he shouted, no one responded. This was so abnormal!

"As expected, you've been to a temple before, and you're protected by golden light. But I'm definitely going to use your body!"

Hearing the unfamiliar voice, Fu Mochen understood that someone was trying to take over his body!

I opened my eyes with great effort, only to see Mr. Fu and a strange soul!

Is he an evil cultivator?

"Host, once you take over Fu Mochen's body and kill the head of the Fu family, everything in the Fu family will be yours!" A mechanical voice said.

"What is this?" Fu Mochen was stunned. But soon, he was possessed by another body, and watched helplessly as the Fu family fell into the hands of evil cultivators. Furthermore, due to the fighting, his soul was also shattered.

My eldest brother had been in a car accident, and my father had probably been killed long ago... Fu Mochen didn't dare to think about it. But he couldn't defeat the evil cultivator, so he could only watch his soul fade away bit by bit.

"Oh no! Another evil cultivator?" Sheng Jiang said.

Duoduo was also excited, "There's another system. Now I can have a treat again."

Fu Mochen: I'm so miserable, won't you comfort me?

Ginger, Duoduo: Yeah, it’s really miserable. Wait, I’ll be back soon.

When Ginger was sleeping, he felt someone coming in stealthily.

"I hate being disturbed when I'm sleeping," Ginger said angrily.

"Duoduo, why do I feel that this evil cultivator's aura is somewhat familiar?"

"That's for sure. Didn't he travel through 1000 worlds before and kill an evil old man? Do you remember? This guy now is his apprentice. He also wants to rely on luck to change his fate."

"So that's how it is. How many disciples does that evil old man have? Should we go and take him down together? That way we won't run into this thing so often in the future." Sheng Jiang suddenly understood.

"I don't know. I don't have any records here."

"Okay, just ask him and I'll know."

Jiang looked at the spirit within Mr. Fu. Oh wow? A spirited young man! With all those colorful clothes, that colorful hair, and those colorful shoes, could this guy be a bug spirit? Or a rainbow grasshopper?

Well, since this thing is useful, I will put it in the space later. Hehe, the birds in the space have not had any insects to eat for a long time.

Thinking of this, Sheng Jiang said to Mr. Fu politely: "Young man, I see that you have been wandering in this world for quite some time and haven't found the right person yet. I will show mercy and arrange a good place for you, okay?"

Duoduo: "She looks just like Grandma Wolf."

Ginger: "Really? I think he's very kind."

"If you put away that lewd smile on your face, you might even look a little more amiable."

Ginger...

The alert young man was concentrating on how to possess Fu Mochen's body, and was startled by the sudden voice: "Who? Come out?!"

Sheng Jiang was speechless: "Isn't it right in front of you? Where are you looking? You are so useless!"

The disgusted expression stimulated the energetic young man, who instantly became furious and was about to turn into golden light and hit the ginger on the head.

As a result... it fell to the ground with a clang.

Sheng Jiang was helpless: "I remember something trying to enter my head last time, and it fell to the ground just like you did. But I can't blame you for being too weak, it's really because my strength doesn't allow it. Tell me, if you're fine, why are you trying to put it in my head?"

The spirited young man called the system, "Waiter, who is this guy? So powerful? Can you handle him?"

Waiter System, "No. Host, come on, I believe you can do it, Oli Ge!"

In fact, Xiao Er sensed the danger and was planning to abandon the host and run away.

The energetic young man had the same thought when he saw that the situation was not right. He turned around and ran, but was blocked by Duoduo.

"Want to run? But it's not that easy!" Duoduo said proudly.

Ginger approached step by step, with a cold look in his eyes.

The young man looked at them in horror and kept backing away.

"What...what do you want to do? Don't come over here!" His voice trembled.

Ginger replied with a good temper, "Didn't I just tell you to come to my space and spend some time with my birds? How about that?"

The energetic young man's face became even more horrified: "No, I don't want to go!"

Ginger sneered, "Are you so scared because your true form is a bug?"

"My master won't let you go!" Unable to defeat him, he started to threaten.

"Alas, you don't know yet. Your master has already been reduced to ashes. Even that old man in the black robe, like bitter tree bark, has absorbed so much luck, but he hasn't made himself younger. Tsk tsk, the quality of your evil cultivators is getting lower and lower.

By the way, I have to ask you, do you have any fellow apprentices?"

The energetic young man said nothing.

Sheng Jiang didn't care. He would know after searching her soul.

Ginger suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the young man with a powerful force, which tightly bound him.

"Ah! Let me go!" The young man struggled painfully, but it was all in vain.

Sheng Jiang extracted its soul and took a look. The evil old man only had this one disciple. No wonder he was the only one there that day. It was probably because this disciple had gone somewhere else.

Ginger shattered his soul, transformed it into the flesh of a rainbow grasshopper, and threw it into space. It's fair to say that colorful insects are much more pleasing to the eye than colorful people. Colorful insects are beautiful, but colorful people are just an eyesore. It's a double standard.

He also set up a formation to give the rainbow grasshoppers the lowest level of intelligence, allowing them to reproduce as quickly as possible so that they could play with the other animals.

Ginger: I'm so kind to my little ones.

After dealing with the mentally ill young man, Duoduo and Shengjiang turned to Mr. Fu.

"Can he be saved?" Duoduo asked.

Sheng Jiang checked on Mr. Fu's condition and said, "His soul is severely damaged, but there is still a glimmer of hope."

Then, Sheng Jiang cast a spell to restore Mr. Fu's soul.

Gradually, Mr. Fu's face regained its color. He slowly opened his eyes and saw his youngest son. He said happily, "Achen, you're back?"

"Yes, Dad. Master said that the soul in my body has long been eliminated by the positive energy. From now on, I will be a normal person, Dad."

"Then you won't go back, right? The temple is too cold. Look, you've lost a lot of weight."

"Dad, I want to go back. I like practicing Buddhism. It is the Buddha's blessing that keeps me healthy. I want to go back."

Old Master Fu looked at his earnest youngest son and didn't force him. "Hey kid, come on, I'll call your eldest brother and ask him to come back so we can have dinner together. I also need to go to the temple to pray later. I feel like I've been having a dream lately..."

"No need to go. I will chant a spell to help you calm your mind so that you can rest well and stop dreaming, Dad."

"Well, my son has really grown up."

From then on, the capital city had one more aloof and otherworldly Buddhist disciple.