The grass is covered with dew, the reflection is bright, the wind blows down, and the cattle and sheep are in herds.
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The Bodhisattva of Joy sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, floating in mid-air, watching helplessly as the enlightened master who traveled to the grassland gradually faded away. The cool wind from high in the sky could not blow away the light of the lotus platform, but it made her face feel chilly.
The wind is moving, or the heart is moving
In a trance, Huanxi Bodhisattva felt that all thoughts were in vain and he had no love. Could it be that he really wanted to switch from the Demonic Huanxi Path to Buddhism and become the nun who spends his time with a green lantern every day
Silently, without any fluctuation of power, just the words "Boundless Sea of Suffering" and "Return to the Shore" were imprinted in my heart.
Ten years of green lanterns, ten years of ancient Buddhas, and ten years of sitting dry. The mad sword Su Meng pushed the cause and effect of Ananda's breaking of the precepts sword technique to such a situation, or it was a kind of inner demon technique.
Still unable to figure it out, Huanxi Bodhisattva found that he still couldn't understand Su Meng's state.
The unknown is the most terrifying and awe-inspiring. The Bodhisattva of Joy took a deep breath, calmed down all the emotions, smiled bitterly and said to himself: Isn’t it enough for me to return to the fairy world
I won’t come out to cause trouble anymore.
Since divine weapons can isolate the sound of Buddha, the immortal world must be able to do the same.
Worried about the accident, she drove the Nine-Rank Lotus Terrace directly to the meeting place told by Ying Ning. After a while, she saw Ying Ning who was anxious and uneasy, Shao Changge who was sneering, and Duan Rui, the Baique Demon who was a little unable to control his violent emotions. .
Master, you are back, Ying Ning blurted out, as if muttering unconsciously.
I have seen the Bodhisattva of Joy. Shao Changge concealed his disappointment, did not dare to neglect, and bowed.
The demons of the Left Dao follow their own moods and angers. If a small Sanren is killed by the angry Bodhisattva Huanxi, he will be killed. If there is any benefit, the Luo Jiao may not care about it, so he cannot offend the other party.
Duan Rui shut his mouth tightly and restrained his violent emotions. It implies being unruly and unwilling to salute.
Huanxi Bodhisattva has controlled his state of mind, and said with a calm expression: Liang Jiuzhou was rescued, the news has spread, there is no need to cover it up, and there is no need to take any action recently.
Ying Ning and Shao Changge were stunned when they were rescued. There are only a handful of experts who can save people from the hands of Huanxi Bodhisattva in modern times. Who can do it
I haven’t heard of anyone arriving nearby. Could it be Su Wuming who is everywhere
Who rescued Duan Rui's tone was a bit questioning, quite unruly.
This is caused by the skill and is difficult to restrain. If it weren't for the Grand Master in front of him, he would show it even more obviously.
The joyful Bodhisattva has hidden tears, is in a peaceful state of mind, and is compassionate:
Crazy Sword Su Meng.
Crazy Swordsman Su Meng Yingning, Shao Changge and Duan Rui both blurted out the words "Happy Bodhisattva" very gently, but they were like four thunders on the ground, the sound was shocking.
He, he has returned to the world, Shao Changge asked stammering.
The murder of Gu Xiaosang was related to Wu Sheng's mother, Meng Qi's subsequent disappearance. Luo Jiao must have kept it a secret and secretly took revenge. He only said that his mother had pity on the world and reincarnated again. To eliminate the endless sins in heaven and earth.
I am delighted with the majestic appearance of the Bodhisattva and slowly nods his head:
yes.
One word was shocking. Shao Changge shook his body, feeling weak. She has never met Kuang Dao, but her familiarity with him is definitely better than anyone here. Her young lady always mentioned Su Meng inadvertently in the past. A few words from time to time are enough to piece together a clear image: a guy who likes to show off in front of others, a naive bird who pretends to be experienced, and a fool who often gets angry because of shame. But familiarity cannot eliminate the slightest fear.
My young lady is the most outstanding saint in history. Her skills, scheming and understanding are the best among the best at the same age. When facing her, even the King of Laws has a sense of powerlessness. It seems that she has everything under control. People unconsciously want to imitate.
Nowadays, I have a considerable status in Luo Jiao, and I am even more famous in the world. I may become a divine envoy in the future, but compared with the young lady in the past, I am still a firefly and a bright moon.
Such a character eventually died at the hands of Su Meng, the mad swordsman. Why not give him a somewhat terrifying color
The unruly Duan Rui took two steps back, feeling an inexplicable fear. This was the strong man who had left the biggest shadow on him when he was young. As the opponent's performance became more and more exaggerated, his strength and realm became more and more... The stronger he gets, the heavier this shadow becomes. He has not heard from him for ten years, which is the most high-spirited stage in his life.
Unexpectedly, he came back again.
The evil star who once single-handedly stirred up the world's affairs and caused almost everyone to shun evil spirits has returned.
The Bodhisattva Huanxi said seriously: I suffered a hidden injury in his hand. I will not be able to recover in a short time. I have to return to the fairy world. You should inform the magician Dharma King and Rakshasa about this.
His tone was flat, every word was somber, and his secret hurt was really not something outsiders could understand.
Duan Rui's face changed a few times, and he nodded fiercely: Now the Blood Sea Rakshasa is nearby. If the Kuangdao hasn't entered the Dharmakaya in ten years, he will look good.
Huanxi Bodhisattva pondered for a moment and decided not to trick his teammates. The evil devil couldn't stand being tricked a few times anymore.
She said solemnly:
Although I haven't seen his depth yet, I feel that he is almost as scary as Dharmakaya. If Rakshasa wants to take action, be careful.
Some methods are even more terrifying
Duan Rui's face suddenly turned pale, and Shao Changge had cold sweat on his forehead. Only Yingning was slightly better and secretly sighed:
After ten years of silence, if it comes out again today, will it be like the Dapeng, rising with the wind and soaring ninety thousand miles
Mu Yunle followed the gray-robed monk Meng Qi out of the ruined temple and into the mountains. He saw that the other man could not escape the light, did not brag about the strong wind, and moved forward step by step. He couldn't help but feel happy that he could keep up.
She was most worried about the master's escape, so she could only watch from a distance and rely on fantasy to satisfy her curiosity. She would not be able to truly understand his identity, his story, and why he took refuge in a ruined temple without seeing the Tathagata and only looked at the lotus flower. , my heart is filled with despair, and I am dejected.
Taking a deep breath, Mu Yunle's movements were all natural. With one step, he floated several feet away, shrinking into an inch, and followed closely behind Master Zhending.
However, Meng Qi seemed to be walking slowly, but he was moving forward step by step, and Mu Yunle could only chase him farther and farther. Gradually the figures disappeared.
Master, wait until I, Mu Yunle, blurts out.
But the gray-robed monk in front of him ignored him and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. Mu Yunle stood there blankly, puffing up his cheeks, making himself look like a dumpling, frustrated and disappointed.
She lowered her head, kicked stones, walked forward slowly, and muttered: I haven't even heard about the story yet.
He walked like this for a while. The sun was rising over the hills, causing her eyes to squint due to the sun's rays, and she planned to turn around and return to the city she left before.
Suddenly, her eyes caught sight of a gray figure, and when she looked around, she saw Master Zhending sitting cross-legged behind a big tree, with his eyes half open and half closed, and his body gave off a hollow feeling. The withered face has a strange charm in the chaos of shadow and light.
Mu Yunle was stunned, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, his lips pressed tightly, holding back his smile. He raised his head with his hands behind his back and whispered to himself: Although the master has extraordinary strength and looks indifferent, he is actually very soft-hearted. Why don't you wait for me here
The world of gods.
Zhou Di Luoyi, a man in his thirties stood outside the city gate, looking up at this majestic city that had stood for hundreds of years.
He wore a beard that was consistent with etiquette. With a mature temperament and slightly confused eyes, he looked at the city wall mottled by time and sighed: There is a way in the world, and the conquest of rituals and music came from the emperor. I wish I could see the complete rituals and music when Duke Zhou was in his prime.
He withdrew his gaze and looked towards the city gate, his expression gradually becoming firm:
Nowadays, there is no way in the world, etiquette has collapsed, and the princes have replaced the emperor with their own bodies. The king is not a king, the ministers are not ministers, the father is not father, and the son is not son. There is nothing worse in the world than this. We are humble, and our ambitions will not fall, but we will Seek advice from the past to end this long night.
He took steps towards the city gate.
Storehouse, here I come
boom
Dark clouds suddenly covered the sky, electric snakes danced wildly, and the sky turned dark and then flashed bright.
Outside Guangling City, at the head of Fenghuang Island.
Two men were sitting opposite each other under the sycamore tree. One was playing the guqin. His face was pale and he was as beautiful as a woman. He coughed a few times. It was Wang Siyuan, the former eldest son of the Wang family and now the head of the Wang family. He still looked like he was in his twenties. His face was sickly and his body was frail, as if time had left no trace on him.
The other person has ordinary facial features, wearing a green robe, sitting in a calm and majestic posture, with a red star condensing and protruding on his forehead, which adds a bit of demonic charm to him. He is now one of the Nine Demon Paths, the leader of the Red Demon Sect, Demon Emperor Qi Right words
He reappeared in the world, and Huanxi Bodhisattva saw him. Qi Zhengyan said as usual.
Wang Siyuan stopped playing the piano, clenched his right hand into a fist, put it against his lips, coughed a few times, revealing a trace of bright red, then breathed out and said: I know.
Then do you know why he didn't kill Huanxi Bodhisattva? Qi Zhengyan's eyes were dull, as if asking a question, but also as if he already knew the answer.
Wang Siyuan took out his handkerchief, wiped his hands, and smiled slightly: He had been sitting in the ancient temple for ten years, hiding his guilt, suppression, unwillingness, madness, despair, pain, and deep-seated hatred in his heart. Day and night, he tempered and polished the spiritual knife, and poured out his essence. All the divine will was integrated into it, well, it was not for the purpose of killing the little Bodhisattva of Joy.
Ten years of sharpening the knife, ten years of torment, ten years of pain, when the knife is swung out, it will definitely shake the world. It will be strong in one go, then weaken again, and three times will be exhausted. If the rightful owner is not seen, he will definitely not use the knife.
It sounds like you know a lot. Qi Zhengyan said calmly.
Wang Siyuan smiled, looking tired and sick: I am a magic stick, and it is normal to know a lot, but I can't calculate his true situation. Ahem, hey, if I could figure it out, I would have been able to realize the Dharmakaya long ago.
Unexpectedly, he and Daluo Demon Girl were almost in a life-or-death agreement. Qi Zhengyan turned around.
Wang Siyuan shook his head: No, at least not ten years ago. At that time, I stood at the top of the city and the roars I heard were mostly guilt, pain, despair and resentment, but few were discouraged and unforgettable. Ahem, but ten years later It's hard to say. Memories can beautify a person. Guilt and feelings will ferment emotions. When the pain reaches the depth, the sweetness will reach the depth. Today, when the fake is true, the truth is also false.
Hey, Gu Xiaosang is really powerful. He is willing to die to make progress.
Qi Zhengyan did not mention the matter again, but casually said: You have only been in this situation for about ten years. It is difficult to survive without attaining the Dharmakaya. As the head of the family, why don't you marry a wife, have children, and leave blood descendants
If you are not crazy, you will not survive, and if you continue to have trouble, you will not be able to survive. What use do I have with my wife and children? Wang Siyuan's expression seems to be crazy, and I am not the only direct descendant in the family.
He raised his head in confusion, looked at the swirling river, and said with a half-smile: "When practicing the method of derivation, the most important thing is to avoid being sentimental. If you are sentimental, you will be biased. If you are sentimental, you will be deceived. You have the memory of the devil. It is not difficult." clear.
Wang Siyuan stood up slowly, his face sickly and flushed, and walked to Zhoutou. He said in a calm tone: Even if you fall into the devil's path, you still have brotherhood and a life-and-death friendship.
He turned his back to Zhengyan and looked into the distance without looking back:
As a magic stick, apart from my magic skills, I can only live with loneliness and madness. . .
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