But he said that he returned to the Songzhong of the Xipu Museum and turned over and over.

Look at the lights night.

There is no practice of practice between the lines.

Song Zhongmeng patted his head, and was annoyed: "I stayed, and the practice requires a special classics. The old devil did not read any formulas, there was no law print, and there was no corresponding posture, how can I practice?"

At this time, the candlelight was quiet, and Song Zhong was shocked with cold sweat.

Not only did the magic god not twist, it seemed that he didn't even say a word.

He remembered that he went in the afternoon, and it was dusk when he came out. How could he write so much in a short time.

"I remember the demon said that the monk can practice the idea." Song Zhong began to think of the vision, but no matter what he thought, he couldn't get rid of the red and vulgar world, not a hero with high martial arts, or the general who guarded the border, and there was still a general, and there was also a general, and there was a general, and there was a general, and there was a general, and there was a general who guarded the border.

Senior officials of the temple, but there is no immortality in any way.

If you look at the ghost fox monk in the story, he has never really seen it.

"Why."

"How do I forget, if I think about the old gentleman ..."

"Why can't I remember his appearance?" Song Zhong groaned up and paced.

He thought about the appearance of the old gentleman carefully, but no matter how he raised his brain, there was no slightest impression. He could only find it again to find it from the book, hoping to remember it.

Text records still cannot form images.

As if he was thinking about a person who should not exist at all.

"Is it too high that Mr. Lao's cultivation is too high. I can't imagine it."

Songzhong fell asleep in the thoughts.

The next day.

Songzhong ordered Xiaoyu to prepare a car to go to the stone wall, but the stone wall that should have appeared when the carriage came out of the city customs never appeared again.

"Is the old gentleman unwilling to see me, or that God will be separated by the guard."

Song Zhong sighed regretfully and returned to the house.

If he had never believed it before, he was a famous prodigy, but he couldn't get it in the future.

In the past ten years, it has been full, but unfortunately I have not seen the vastness of the repair industry, and there is no ability to fly the sky.

I finally got a chance but heard that it was the demon god.

Even if the old devil is like an old man, he dare not regard it as an ordinary old man.

How can the spiritual spiritual heart be extinguished like this.

In the Song Dynasty, he thought about it and often collected stories in the museum to compile books and prints.

Time hurried.

Seven years have passed.

Nympho

The west.

Bliss World.

Daling Mountain Temple.

One day, the world called the Buddhas of the heavens, the Bodhisattva, the King Kong, the Jiexian, the Ara, the bhikkhuni ..., the Buddha light shines in the three thousand realms, the lotus light is hundreds of millions of sand, the mother -in -law is full of the Dharma, and the event is called Yulan

The pot will.

Shizun's twins holding Buddhism and seal said: "self -attracting the Buddha's words, how many years have the poor monks know the year and month?"

The replies said: "Three thousand nine hundred years."

Master sighed slightly, sighed: "The clouds are unified, the prefectures are prosperous, the good and evil rules, the reincarnation is born, and the world is lucky. It is in line with the Dharma. The poor monks feel the opportunity of the Dharma.

, Poor monks think this is the presence of hell. "

"this……"

The Buddhas and Bodhisattva looked at each other, but they wanted to do it too.

The prefecture is too suitable for the Dharma of Buddhism. It is like tailor -made for the Buddhist gate. If the Buddhist gate can control the prefecture, the Dharma will be further improved.

Kananimani Buddha ritual: "Back to the world, the poor monks are willing to go to the prefecture's party to persuade the Tibetan Bodhisattva."

Shizun shook his head.

"The prefecture is not the bodhisattva."

"The poor monk is willing to persuade Taiyi to save the bitterness."

"No."

"Although Taiyi saves the pulse of one emperor, it is still impossible to dominate the government."

"Ghosts will be willing ..." It seems that the Buddha who realized the ghosts no longer existed: "Ghost Emperor should still be in the West."

Shizun shook his head again: "Ghost Emperor is weak."

"Also please show the world."

"cloudy day."

"Shizun said him?!" The Buddha was shocked and asked busyly: "But I heard that he has been missing for nine hundred years. No one knows where he is.

He, he died silently when he died in the Lord of the prefecture. "

The Buddha's face smiled: "It seems that Shizun knows where he is."

Shizun nodded slightly: "The poor monk knows some news, I don’t know which one is willing to take it up."

As soon as this statement came out, the bhikkhuni was cicadas, and Allo King Kong showed stagnation.

This is not to ask who to save the cloudy day, but who can abandon the risk of the ancestors and the risk of being dead, and take out the ancestral soldiers. They have no qualifications to intervene. They can only wait quietly for the instructions.

Many bodhisattva have different expressions, and how much of them are interested.

After Mo Guan's life, he was in charge of the ancestor soldiers, which means that he was in charge of cloudy days and became the master of the prefecture. It would become the one to promote the progress of the Dharma. People may not understand what Dharma is, but they regard them as the ultimate ideal.

"Disciples are willing."

"The disciples want to go."

"disciple……"

"..."

For a while, the bodhisattva rushed to speak first, for fear that he would become the backward one.

"Although the Dharma and other Dharma are stable, but not enough magical powers, I am afraid that it will not be able to find him." Shizun sighed gently.

The meaning in the words has completely showed that a Great Divine Tong is needed.

"Disciples are willing to go!"

The Buddha's body is covered with a white robe, the head is blue, the eyes of the dragon eyes, the face is soft, the gracefulness, the gesture of the Buddhist ritual.

Shizun is happy: "This trip is difficult and dangerous, and magical powers are needed.

Nympho

"So you are here."

The old devil is sitting in a futon, pinching two small melon fruits in his hand, the agar jade in the wine bottle is rippling ripples, the stubborn eyes have not moved, and said calmly: "The priest is a monk, drinking without drinking, drinking tea, there is nothing good

Tea is all in my memory, and the application of the casting changes. "

The Dharma Ming Ru came up with a tea cup, her eyebrows were smooth, and Yu Guang looked at the old devil.

He has never seen Tu Shanjun, but he has heard of this deeds. In fact, it really shouldn't be discussed as a demon.

To be pure.

At first sight, the Dharma Ming Ru came to feel that there is only endless depth.

Can't sigh secretly: ‘Good original.’

Hands and said with a smile: "The Qing Emperor is not a hero. When the Lord of the Earth House is exhausted, the Emperor does not even have a chance to return his hands."

"Emperor?"

"I?" Tu Shanjun pointed at himself and shook his head with a laughed: "I'm not the emperor."

"The Emperor of the Yinjian is also the emperor." How did the Fa Ming get together?

Tu Shanjun frowned. The Buddhist gate could find himself that he was not surprised, or that the three religions could find himself.

At that time, the Buddha told him that if something could go to the West, I wanted to come and see it. I have seen it now.

"The Buddhist gate is going to sacrifice you to let me go out?"

"It's not that Buddhism wants to sacrifice the poor monk, but the poor monk came to save the emperor to get rid of the difficulties."
To be continued...