human suffering

Chapter 1291 Is there still time?
The voice of Lingzimu was familiar to everyone present.

Therefore, no one dared to disobey.

Regardless of standing on two legs or one leg, no one dared to move.

Lingzimu came slowly with Yuzao.

Although Mu En's state is the most attractive, after all, he lacks legs.

However, Lingzimu didn't look at her at all, but greeted the arhat who raised the bowl.

Reaching out her hand lovingly, caressing his chrysanthemum face.

"You said you, isn't this a waste of time?

If you are not allowed to go, you must go.

What can I gain?
Even if you don't say it, you can't lift the bowl.

Is it your destiny, is it the trap of the west.

Why are you so abrupt?

Do you think it's great to have the golden body of Arhat?
Do you really take Arhat status seriously?
Seeing you like this, I am really anxious.

Why are you so uneasy?

Why, can't you let me worry?

Tell me, how can you make me feel at ease?

I really want to slap you to death, don't you worry?
Is it better to die by my hands than to die by others and embarrass our family? "

Lingzimu, who was originally gentle, became more and more angry as she spoke.

The movements of the hands are getting heavier and heavier.

When it comes to the end, it's all about pumping hard, raising the arhat's face.

Feeling the tenderness of Lingzimu's hands, although there was a lot of noise, the arhat who raised the bowl did not move.

He knew in his heart that the elder sister had a sharp mouth and a tofu heart, and she wanted to help him recover.

However, Yu Gonggong was overwhelmed, and he still wants to recover unless he goes back to the furnace for further study.

"Sister, I understand what you said, and I understand everything.

Just don't bother.

I have also seen the god of suffering you mentioned.

It feels superficial, and I don't think it's safe to put all the treasures on him. "

Lingzimu stopped her hand, and it was useless if it was swollen, and there was really no way to recover.

Chrysanthemum face is still that chrysanthemum face.

It's just that in my hands, it turned pink, so delicate and charming.

With a long sigh, Lingzimu relaxed and sat down on a big rock.

"Third son, no matter what Cai Gen is doing now, he is not dead.

This is what I saw with my own eyes. After so many things, he didn't die.

Hard life is his biggest capital, don't be dissatisfied.

God of suffering, that is a player who is against the whole world.

What can you see?

People can become stronger when they suffer, and the more they suffer, the stronger they become. Who can bear it?
Anyone who touches his side will have to suffer accordingly, and the bad luck value has been fully drawn.

Those whose life is not hard enough are already gone.

If you don't believe me, you can ask Mu En, no matter if you have good intentions or bad intentions.

Be it friend or foe.

By Cai Gen's side, are there many people who live into serial dramas?there's a few?

How many people can have a good death when they meet the god of suffering?

I can persist until today, not because of being cautious.

Every time I don't want to spend several nights, I dare not meet him.

Wouldn't you like to live honestly?
Why are you in such a hurry?

I have endured it for so many years, why don’t you believe me? "

Mu En did have the right to speak, originally professional goddess Fan.

Enjoy the prosperity and wealth of the world every day.

Ever since I touched Cai Gen's side, this scene, once encountered, is simply unbearable to look back on.

Not to mention being bald now, and losing one leg, where can I justify it?
Hearing Lingzimu's detailed analysis of Cai Gen, Mu En was also horrified.

Could it be that no matter how strong Cai Gen is, he will suffer collateral damage when he is by his side?
It can't be so evil, can it?
It's so weird, it's scary.

Of course, the arhat who lifts the bowl also believes in the theory of luck, but he doesn't think that his luck is small.

Moreover, I am not fighting alone.

No matter which side you are in your heart, with the backing of the west on the bright side, is it still not worth the God of Suffering alone?
"Sister, I don't believe it, I don't accept it.

Now that everyone has voted for the wheel of life, whoever recovers his strength first will have the upper hand.

Now that the cards have been reshuffled, why don't we compete?
After being in Ruixue Temple for so long, I was so fed up that I was about to throw up lama meat.

In today's world, the remains of Gonggong are rare, and I can no longer miss them.

As long as I get the remains of Gonggong, I can definitely make a small noise, and I will not hesitate to come to a Bodhisattva.

When the time comes, our family."

Lingzimu interrupted the arhat who raised the bowl, his face was very cold.

"You don't have to keep your mouth shut about our family, it's as if our family is all dead and you are the only one left, is it obvious to you?
Okay, as the old saying goes, good words are hard to persuade, damn Arhat.

Just follow your own path and go to the dark.

If you have to recruit Caigen, then you should go.

But don't take my son, I can't watch them die with you.

If I have the opportunity to meet your parents, I, as the eldest sister, will not be wronged.

What should be persuaded, I also persuaded, after all, I couldn't resist fate. "

Speaking of this, it is basically the end.

Originally, Capricorn Ge and Hong Lei were still in the mood to try it with the Raising Bowl Arhat.

The bones of Gonggong are too tempting to restore strength.

Regardless of whether the gods and Buddhas come down, they have the ability to penetrate the sky and the earth.

However, after throwing the wheel of life, he lost the capital of a superman, comparable to ordinary people.

This feeling of falling into the mortal world and returning to its original form is an unforgettable pain for all gods and Buddhas, and it is common to feel unwilling.

Who doesn't want to change back to what it used to be, this is a desire engraved on the soul.

However, this world is like a desert, what can be done other than suffering?
At this stall, the remains of Gonggong are like a spring in the desert, extremely precious.

Even if there is danger, even in the face of the God of Suffering, it is worth a desperate fight.

However, Lingzimu has already spoken to death.

Mojige and Honglei wanted to go, but they didn't have the guts to disobey their mother.

Especially in stalls where my mother is upset.

The two brothers didn't dare to say a word except to bow their heads and make trouble.

The arhat who lifted the bowl was told by Ling Zimu, and he was a little bit guilty.

The old guy who has lived for so many years is not a stunned young man who pats his head.

As long as he can convince himself, he is not willing to take risks.

Moreover, what Lingzimu said was a bit too exaggerated, he couldn't help thinking about it.

In fact, the temptation of Gonggong's remains was too great, and he really couldn't bear it.

Seriously give a deep gift to the mother of the spirit child.

Then he put the alms bowl in front of Lingzimu.

"Eldest sister, each has its own ferry, and each has its own boat.

Luo Han Guo is not a fruit sold at stalls, and it is not that cheap.

This alms bowl is not suitable for me, I'd better leave it here, I can't hold it easily. "

Lingzimu looked at the alms bowl on the ground, her face was full of pain, and she gave her last advice.

"Third son, be a man and do things, leave a gap between yourself and others."

The Bowl Arhat nodded heavily, turned around and left, not forgetting to pull Mu En.

After the two of them walked away, Lingzimu picked up the bowl.

Looking at the iron tea mug in his hand, he kept shaking his head.

Yuzao didn't speak all the time, and only opened her mouth when she saw that she was done.

"Sister, is he really scared?

Why did you return the alms bowl to you?
Isn't it more secure to carry a magic weapon? "

Lingzimu touched the iron teacup regretfully.

"Lift it up, and you will die.

Want to let go now, is there still time?
Naive."

(End of this chapter)