The middle -aged man suddenly said, "Sir, have you entered the Buddha?"

The old man smiled and shook his head and said, "You feel again."

The middle -aged people were silent, and suddenly said: "This is still righteous, but there is a little different."

The old man reminded his disciple.

"Avenue is connected."

Later, he looked at the puzzled disciples and waved his hand: "Okay, you go down to realize these things."

Middle -aged people bowed deeply, and he didn't understand some truths. Even if he knew a little, he was still uncomfortable.

Because you are away, it will always be uncomfortable.

Because he knew that he had no reason to persuade Mr..

"Those old monsters can't come out one by one, so they can only lead them out. The paid paids set a trap in the Manxue Mountain.

The old man laughed and stood up. When he mentioned his little apprentice, he seemed very satisfied.

"Do you know, why do you call this trap called the hunting field instead of the monster field?"

The middle -aged man pursed his mouth, and said after a long time: "Because of the intention of Mr., not killing. Mr. just wants to tell them the reason at the last time."

The old man became serious, looking at his big disciple, and suddenly said: "It seems you really understand, and you will rely on you and the paid."

The old man said, and walked towards the door.

At this time, the snow was fluffing, the old man opened the door, and the middle -aged man watched the old man's hobbing back. Suddenly, he felt that Mr. was lonely than the opening of plum blossoms in the winter of the cold winter.

He suddenly felt the weight of the younger brother's shoulder. This was a truth that no one in the world could be recognized, but the younger brother and gentleman had to tell it to the people of the world.

No, there will be yourself in the future.

"According to the doctrine of Buddhism, there are eighteen layers of hell. The twelfth layer is called Wu Man (Sanskrit Translation), also known as gjiu hell.

Ah, I just hope that there are fewer people going there in the future. "

The old man's voice came again, and he eventually disappeared into the snow.

Nympho

Blood Foshan.

In the thatched house, the old monk wearing a bloody monk robe looked at Li Zhiyi, who was unconscious, and said, "He is not alone, although you can't see him anymore."

Later, the old monk lifted his head and murmured: "Your truth, although I have not completely penetrated, it always comes to finding a higher qualification person. If you know under the spring, you will be pleased. Zeng He.

"

"Zhixing Academy, you know this truth, then I hope you persist. Your college, your way."

The Buddha who rebelled out of the Buddha's door and founded the Blood Foshan went out of the door.

The snow was flying outside the door, but he glanced and saw a small grass that was working hard to grow.

"Snow, send old people!"

It is a bit difficult to write. I have always thought that Buddhism and Confucianism have been in common.

The greatness of all things is that they can suppress some of their instincts.

Human nature is evil, and greatness is that it can become better.

Note: Eighteen layers of hell, you can check it in interested,

The old man was called Zenghe, and the academy was called Zhixing College, and Qilu's Jiang family, needless to say.
Chapter completed!