Goddess Luo, Covering the World

"The fat monk's Tear Determination skill is extraordinary!" The Cave Devil said.

"It's your mother's silk bamboo that ate the grass, isn't it?" Wen Bufan asked angrily.

"So what if I am? I still want to eat you! Eat that stinking brat! " The Cave Devil said haughtily.

"You will die a horrible death! I will definitely kill you with my own hands! " Wen Bufan shouted.

"Ahahaha, this is the biggest joke I've ever heard. How can I be happy again? So there was actually someone who wanted to use an egg to hit a rock! "Hahaha, I'll wait." The Cave Devil mocked.

"Jing Ling, Jing Ling, listen, he is too despicable. I must kill him, quickly tell me, what should I do if I were to kill this Cave Devil?" Wen Bufan used her consciousness to communicate with Mirror Spirit Mu Yuan.

"Sigh, with your current level of skill, don't even mention killing him, you'll be lucky if he doesn't kill you." The Spirit of Mirror splashed cold water on Wen Bufan.

"You, you actually have the will of others, and destroyed the prestige of your own family. "Hmph, I was still alive and well, wasn't it because he couldn't eat me?" Wen Bufan said unwillingly.

"Don't think that he really can't eat you. It's all because of your protective amulet. If I didn't hide your true body in the mirror at the most critical moment and make him think that you can't eat you because of the protective amulet, if you didn't meet me, would you have died?" "Hmph, you've already …" The mirror spirit said.

"Ah, so it was you who had been saving me all this time? Savior, then tell me what should I do? " Wen Bufan asked anxiously.

"Don't be too impulsive. Wait for an opportunity. The Child of Dawn will help you." Mirror said.

"Sigh, we still have to wait. What a helplessness." Wen Bufan sighed.

The Cave Devil saw that Wen Bufan did not speak for a long time, and provocatively said: "Why didn't you come to kill him? You don't have the guts anymore, right? "Hahaha …"

Wen Bufan did not speak anymore. Even though Cave Devil kept on shaming himself, she did not say another word. She thought to herself, "Who is the child of Dawn?" "Why must I wait for an opportunity? Could it be that only he can help me? … Could it be …"

"Indeed, that big brother didn't lie to me. I'm going to beg Lord Buddha to save my mother." He thought.

"Lord Buddha, please accept this case! As long as you can save my mother, I am willing to do anything you ask of me!" Straw Grass kneeled down in a very pious manner.

"Get up, child, you can't revive a dead person. You finally remember that you called me a lackey! On the contrary, I can point to you and fulfill my wish for life. " The fat monk said kindly.

"Thank you, Buddha, as long as my mother is alive and well. No matter what you want me to exchange with! " Once again, the grass began to vote.

"If you can cultivate to the Immortal Realm, you might be able to put the Silver Spirit of the Silk Bamboo back into the world. It will be very difficult for her to return to the human world, and not only will you have to go through tribulations time and time again, but you will also have to face many unexpected tribulations, responsibilities, choices, or maybe even misfortune …" The fat monk said solemnly.

"Cultivate to become an Immortal?" Fine, I will take you as my Master. Please teach me the path to becoming an Immortal. Even if there's only a sliver of a chance, I still want to give it a try. " Once he heard that if he could become an immortal, he would have the chance to save his mother, so he rebuilt his confidence.

The buddhist beads glittered with golden light, and the buddhist lord used his fat hand to lightly pick one of the buddhist beads and crushed it, then he sprinkled the golden light on the head and shoulders of the grass.

The grass and mustard plants sparkled, and after a while, the grass and mustard plants looked as if they were reborn, and their facial features became even more handsome. Even the simple blue cloth of his clothes was suddenly clean and tidy.

The Buddha Lord's tears cleansed the spirit of the grass, and the wisdom of the pearl appeased the Silver Spirit of the silk bamboo, allowing the final obstacle to be eliminated. The Light of the Buddha and the Silver Spirit fused with the grass, causing the human spirit of the grass mustard, thus resulting in a qualitative leap in the physique of the grass mustard humans. Even though he was still giggling and acting like a fool occasionally, his intelligence had risen to the highest level.

Ever since his mother left him, there had never been a situation where he was so happy, his body overflowing with endless power. He felt that his mind was no longer in a state of chaos, and a great deal of knowledge rushed towards him like a flood, many problems were easily solved.

The grass mustard felt that the fat monk was so kind, just like his own family, and so caring about him. He then asked, "Master, may I ask what is the origin of studying three things?"

The fat monk said: "The law is to sever evil and cultivate good for the sect; the meditation is to understand the origin of the heart, understanding the nature of the mind, deep understanding is convenient and has no means of obtaining; teaching the root of the method, understanding the reality of the various methods, and leaving it up to the sect. The concept of teaching and the nature of the blending, the two are the same, the sexual cultivation is intertwined and intertwined. (1) (2) (2) (2) (3) (2) (4) "Teaching, Zen, and law are three studies, teaching is Zen, and law is Zen.

Upon hearing his words, a golden light flashed above his head. His master was indeed adept.

"All living beings have the nature of Buddhism. Since the beginning of the apocalypse, there have been many worth of Buddha. Why is it that even to this day, reincarnation and death have not left the house of fire?"

The fat monk replied, "When I was not yet in my time of existence, trillions of people started cultivating the Dao and not a single person managed to attain the Dao. The end of the day, now is the five turbid evil world, only the pure land, can enter the road. The so-called Buddhist Gate of Forty Eight Thousand, for different people's vitality. The gate is different from Jiu Gui's Sect, where there is no living proof of suffering through ten thousand tribulations. "

"Master, you are the true Buddha, and Lord Buddha, please accept my respect!" He kneeled on the ground.

"Bastard, I shall grant you the name of 'Child of Dawn'. In the future, you must do more good deeds to bring good to mankind!" The fat monk said. The Lord of the Buddha thought to himself, I never thought that after the last tribulation, I would actually lose my heart. I also have a son, and since he is my only son, I must help him!

"Yes, Master, this disciple will definitely respect your teachings!" Thank you, Master! " He felt more relaxed than his body had ever felt before.

"May I ask you another question? Do you know my father's desk? Why has he never come to see me? " Grass said sadly.

"Child, how do you know he hasn't come to see you? "Perhaps he has a last resort. He loves you, please believe it." The fat monk said.

"Is that true?" He thought to himself: "Master, you treat me better than my own father!" Well, maybe, even if he had a hard time.

"It's true!" He really wanted to acknowledge his son, but he couldn't. He was a Buddha now, and they were once father and son. However, he couldn't break the Buddhist rules. However, he was very happy to see the grass plant. The blessing he had received made him appear at the peak of the mountain. The ancient temple, the book hall, was also the work of his disciple, Guan Yin.

"Master, I have another question to ask you. After my mother left me, an ancient temple suddenly appeared on top of the mountain, and there were many books in it." Master, I have to ask you, after my mother left me, there was an ancient temple on top of the mountain, and there were many books in it. Kusanagi once again asked for advice from the fat monk.

"Heh heh, my child, the ancient temple books that come by destiny must have a destiny. Once you have finished reading them, they will naturally belong to you. "If my fate ends here, then my life shall be filled with sentiments!" The fat monk said with a smile.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master. I understand now." The more Grass Bart felt that the fat monk was related to him, the more he was grateful to meet a master, and the more he felt that the master, his teacher, and his father were the best.