The waste bird throws down the gods

Chapter 144 A Condemnation Meeting at the Sea and Mountains

"It turned out to be the arrival of the gods. The old people have been very unhappy recently. Hey, didn't you say that after the Great War of Gods and Demons, the Dharma in the God Realm has withered? I haven't seen many people except for the profound Dharma of the Supreme Heavenly Venerable. Why are you here?" Suddenly a monk came?"

When Da'ao in the north was the first to speak, the wrinkled wrinkles are filled with sadness.It's true, at such a young age, you have to work so hard.

Da'ao in the south felt a little melancholy, so he stretched himself. "This old man has been here for tens of thousands of years. I have never been so troubled. In the past, my brothers slept every day, but I didn't expect that today is different here. Every night when people are quiet, I will chant scriptures."

Da'ao in the east was heartbroken and lamented repeatedly: "If anyone can help us old men take him away, I must be very grateful."

The three big turtles are always energetic old people, why are they so decadent today, they are like eggplants beaten by frost, heh, touch them.Feng Jiu snickered inwardly, hehehe.

"Touch, touch, what's the matter, tell Feng Jiu, Feng Jiu will definitely help."

I, Feng Jiu, smiled and said, this scene is the most rare, and I can't help but remind me of seeing Rui Ying born in the wild history books, chasing the Supreme Heavenly Venerable, the Ancient God Venerable with a double axe, and running for the first time.Later, I saw that Ruiying knocked Taishang Tianzun unconscious with a stick, so happy.After all, for these old gods who have lived through eternity, their unchanging lives will always have some unexpected changes.

If you ask me, these old gods who stick to the rules in this heaven are too abominable. So far, my sisters don't know where they are, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are still separated, and the San Shengmu has not come back. Erlang God sighs every day, it's not worth it.

If you have the opportunity, you must abolish these stereotypes and bad habits, so that you can fall in love freely and marry freely. Wouldn’t it be fun, hahaha.

Of course they didn't know that I was gloating, and Da'ao in the north was the first to shake my hand very touched.

"I don't know why, a white-clothed monk came here a year ago. This monk was wearing a white cassock and had a red mole between his eyebrows. From our point of view, this is probably the name of the First High God. I know, he looks suave and suave, but I haven’t heard that he became a monk. Isn’t the monk’s six senses pure? Why do I see this monk’s hair fluttering?”

"Don't talk about it, I know this. I saw the monk conjure up a pair of scissors to cut his own hair. Who knew that once the scissors were cut, it would grow back. I have never heard of a monk's hair growing back immediately. , Even the gods and Buddhas, no one can easily grow hair in situ, so I think it is very strange, but these are not important, what matters is that this is probably the most pure hair for the demons, the blood of the demons. Only the purest demons would cut their hair constantly, but the monk was full of holiness, not a bit of demon spirit, besides, this is the bottom of Buzhou Mountain, where the gods are flourishing, and the Buddha's light can best restrain the demons, so it is impossible to come in. "

"I also know that these three thousand black hairs are naturally born of love, but this monk knows the profoundness of Buddhism, piety and exquisiteness at a glance. At first glance, he is a person with pure six roots, ruthless and desireless. It is a miracle to have hair."

"It's not important. What's important is that this man recites scriptures and meditates every day. The three of us don't like to study in the first place, otherwise we wouldn't be willing to stay at the foot of Buzhou Mountain after being subdued by the ancient gods. We love to sleep on weekdays , move when you are happy, such a mountain of inconsistencies is changing, always appearing in different places, but this monk, we alone can't do anything, we can only listen to it every day when we are drowsy, drowsy and fuzzy, To be awakened again is really hateful."

"I probably know this person. He is probably the God of Guanshi. Because of practicing Buddhism, people in the world call him Guanshiyin Bodhisattva, and Guanshi Bodhisattva is right."

After listening to the three gods scrambling to answer each other, Feng Jiu decided to make a conclusion carefully.

(End of this chapter)