human suffering

Chapter 1220

After Mu En was dragged into the water, he was very unconvinced.

"Uncle, did we just run away like this?"

"You know what, I call it a strategic shift.

I haven't paid attention to several shamanist masters.

I don't have time to entangle with them, it's important to do business. "

The arhat raised his bowl and fell to the bottom of the lake while cursing Mu En.

It may be a real relative, so I choose not to pretend.

Just now, he looked like an eminent monk with a pleasant face, and completely withdrew.

Well, you can be fierce with me.

Mu En was very discerning and immediately changed his tone.

"I know that my uncle is hiding his strength, and his acting skills are also extraordinary. They must think that you were knocked down, and they were all deceived by you."

"That's natural, I bear the golden body of Arhat, so I'm still afraid of that Aodu Mama?
Just put on a show and keep them entertained. "

The arhat holding the bowl said it very easily. With Mu En on his back, he straightened his bent arm with all his strength, and his painful face twitched.

Hey, Aodu Mama, these barbarians are really unreasonable.

At any rate, give Eighteen Arhats some face.

Extremely impulsive and brutal, meeting them is enough for me.

Mu En didn't see the uncomfortable scene of the arhat holding the bowl, and continued to hold the stinky feet according to the rhythm just now.

"I can also see that the Venerable is coaxing them to play, all the country bumpkins, how can we fight with us.

After the Buddha's work is done, they will all be beaten to the eighteenth level of hell, and they will never be able to recover. "

After the two arms were straightened again, the arhat raised the bowl and pretended to stretch his waist, and moved around to feel the injury. Fortunately, it was just a little fractured, not completely broken, otherwise the skin would be dangerous.

Hearing Mu En's words getting more and more outrageous, the arhat raised his bowl and became rebellious.

I said that it was standing at a certain height and despised the opponent strategically, whatever I said would do.

If Mu En said the same thing, what did his arm that was bent just now mean?

Is it because I am too useless?

Or is Aodu Mama too powerful?
"Mun, do you think that shamanism is full of bumpkins and worthless?"

Seeing the face of the arhat raising the bowl changed, Mu En didn't know what to say.

Since seeing this cheap uncle, have you always felt moody?

"Uncle, is there any deviation in my understanding of shamanism?"

deviation?

The deviation is large.

The arhat raised his bowl and stepped on the bottom of the lake with both feet, facing Mu En squarely, very seriously.

"If you continue to think like this, it will be difficult to not die when you face Shamanism in the future.

Dozens of natural gods, six ancestor gods, and one national god.

Let's not mention these, because their strength is related to the Shaman's own strength, and there are many restrictions.

But they still have twelve ancestral witches as their backers.

It really involves the top-level combat power, and the Bodhisattva is not easy to use.

I will only say this once. Any organization that has existed for a long enough time has its reason and strength, otherwise it will be submerged in the long river of time. "

Whether it is in Heaven or in the west, there is not much information about shamanism.

Mu En did not know much about shamanism, and most of them were just a few words that he overheard, and he never paid attention to it, let alone studied it in depth.

Hearing the words of the arhat holding a bowl today, my heart immediately became turbulent.

It’s all here, you tell me that shamanism is not easy?
It's not that simple, why are you still thinking about Zuwu's legacy?
This can be regarded as seeking wealth and wealth, or taking chestnuts from fire.

Could it be that this old man, who had eaten enough lama meat and wanted to retire to the Western bliss, came here to die?
"My lord, if there is an ancestor witch as a backer, how about we think about it in the long run?

Or, should I go back and tell the president to bring more helpers? "

Seeing that Mu En was scared, and the goal of raising the arhat was achieved, he felt extremely happy. Only by raising the shamanism can he raise himself.

"With me here, are you still afraid of Mao?

Can you find a helper better than me?

Moreover, I feel that the time has come, and this is my opportunity. "

It is you who say that shamanism is powerful, don't be afraid that it is also you who say that you have the bottom line.

Torturing my little heart, is it interesting?

Luo Quan talked back and forth, Mu En felt that it was too difficult to cooperate.

"Well, what uncle said, let's do it
Huh?
Is this my mother-in-law's breath?
Is my mother-in-law here too? "

In fact, the arhat who raised the bowl had already sensed the aura of the mother and son, and the reason why he was talking nonsense with Mu En here was because he was hesitating.

Either keep going down to meet Lingzimu, or miss the opportunity to miss Lingzimu.

In the end, the thirst for the ancestral witch's legacy prevailed, and the arhat raised his bowl and decided to continue on.

Before finding the location of Lingzimu, she saw Lingzimu carrying Yuzao, who had already spotted them and came to the front.

Seeing the spirit son and mother coming, the arhat holding the bowl seemed a little nervous. First, he tidied up the lama robes on his body, making them docile even in the water, and then gave a deep salute.

"Hi sister, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you?"

Seeing the appearance of the Bowl-raising Arhat, Lingzimu's face was very cold, as if not seeing her brother for many years was not the reason to give good face to her younger brother, she glared at Mu En who was behind the Bowl-raising Arhat.

"Yue Nu, Yue Nu, you are, if you don't die, it's not the end of the rhythm.

What the hell, three idiots, have you been fooled by this little bitch? "

The arhat holding a bowl was called by a nickname by the eldest sister. It didn't mean to be angry at all, and it even brought back childhood memories. It was really warm.

Back then, Lingzimu was riding on him, beating him and calling him three idiots at the same time.

Moreover, every time the cuts were so cruel, after the bruises all over his body, the elder sister told the three idiots why he didn't hide, while treating his wounds.

The arhat raised his bowl and tapped his mouth, I really miss it, this sour childhood memory.

"Eldest sister, no matter what you say, she is your daughter-in-law, and mother-in-law and daughter-in-law need to understand each other more.

Besides, can I be fooled by her?You still underestimate me so much. "

Lingzimu's eyes immediately opened.

"Well? What do mother-in-law and daughter-in-law need?

Are you teaching me how to do things? "

The arhat who raised the bowl hurriedly took a step back, afraid that Ling Zimu would raise his hand and hit him.

This instinctive reaction is difficult to eradicate, and it is a habit developed in childhood.

"How dare my brother teach my eldest sister how to do things, I...
Miss, you are here.
Forget it, I won't ask anymore, I'm leaving. "

Just a few words and leave?
Mu En couldn't believe it, but kept his head down and followed, not daring to look at the mother and son.

"Do you know that the following are from the Gonggong family? Have you thought about it?

Arhat's golden body is not as strong as they say. "

The Bowl Arhat nodded firmly.

"I was a little hesitant at first, but when I saw my eldest sister here, I made up my mind.

I must get the remains of Gonggong, otherwise I don't know how many years will be wasted. "

Seeing the arhat holding the bowl so persistently, Ling Zimu took out the iron tea mug and put it flat in her hands.

"The arhat who raises his bowl sounds nice, but it's just another layer of shackles.

When you lift it up, it's hard to put it down. "

The arhat holding the bowl did not dare to look into Lingzimu's eyes, and without any hesitation, he grabbed Lingzimu's iron teapot.

(End of this chapter)