Legend of the Great Saint

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In the Pure Land Temple, Yangon’s abbot rushed to knock on the wooden fish, and his mouth continued to mourn the scriptures. It seemed to be praying, and it was like being super.

Suddenly, the sound of the wooden fish stopped.

The crowd is amazed: "Abbot?"

The Yangon abbot raised his hand to stop the public's doubts and listened.

In the hustle and bustle, the swaying fire in the brazier casts Li Qingshan's figure on the rock wall and climbs up to the high dome, overlooking it.

The sergeants talked a lot, and the caves were humming.

This one of the big names in the black cloud city who does not know who is not known, not long ago, the whole army was a big contest, the innumerable army of millions of troops, swept all the generals. "Climbing General" now has another explanation, that is, he likes to crawl people everywhere.

The schoolmen in the Xuanwu Army also came to the forefront and looked up at Li Qingshan.

"The city is breaking!"

Li Qingshan’s expression of dignity, the cave immediately calmed down.

Even though all ordinary sergeants feel this faintly, no one dares to say it directly, spreading rumors and disturbing the military is a crime of death. Just four words, it’s awesome!

The school will change its look. They know the situation better than the sergeant, but they can only be comforted. Otherwise, no one can afford this responsibility.

"Senior brother please be cautious..." A general tried to block him from continuing.

"Shut up!" Li Qingshan swept over and sneered at the school, basically smashing his jealousy.

Li Qingshan pointed out, and sighed: "This wall, this array of law, no use of fart, can not resist the attack of the demons!"

The fear of all of them was immediately commotion in the cave.

Li Qingshan is unmoved. Continue to say: "Those who are above the heights may still be able to escape a life path, or even simply enter the hall. Going back to the Vientiane, what do you do?"

The turmoil is getting more and more intense. It ignited the anger of everyone, like a snarling thunder rolling in the mountain.

Someone shouted: "Do the generals abandon us?"

Someone pleads: "General, save us!"

Some people also bowed their heads and asked themselves: "What should we do?"

All doubts, fears, anger, and hope all point to Li Qingshan on the high platform.

This huge pressure is enough to cause the spirit of ordinary people to collapse. It is the practitioners who have to retreat. Even the schoolmen under the stage are horrified, and the sergeants around them look at them with suspicion.

"Haha!"

Li Qingshan smiled and smiled very happily. It became a laughter, overshadowed the thunderous commotion, and pointed to the stage, smashing the iron: "I can't save you, you all will die!"

Then it disappeared on the high platform, everyone was irritated, the crowd surged, pushed forward and squeezed, someone called: "Reverse, reverse!" Some shouted: "Kill out!"

But most are just desperate. The sound of the waves is higher than a wave, as if to smash the entire Black Cloud City, but it is trapped in the mountain belly and left and right. There is no way out.

This is the world of spiritual practice. Everyone understands one thing. They are just mortals. They may be much stronger than the average person. They have more refining methods, but they are still like ants. .

If there is no veteran commander, just rely on the black cloud thunder on the head, you can turn them all into gray.

The abbot of Yangon sighed with sigh: "All living beings are suffering!"

Even though the school is full of mighty power, it is in this raging sea of ​​people. Also consciously like a lonely boat, the heart shouted. Is this a special ridicule? But they are called how good they are, and the outer militiamen are under the city. Do you want to*? But after the crackdown, is there still a basalt army in the world?

"boom!"

A loud noise, the cave violently vibrated, and the roaring sound continued to echo. The gravel fell from the top of the dome, and everyone looked up and thought that the cave would collapse.

When they lowered their heads, they found that Li Qingshan returned to the high platform and announced: "I have smashed the hall!"

Everyone is stunned.

Li Qingshan smiled and asked: "Who do you think I am!"

"Everyone will die, you will die, I will die! Even if the gods of the gods, I do not believe that they really do not die. But it should not be like a rat, and die in this ghost place, it is not a man's death. Law!” smiled at several female generals: “It’s not a woman’s death.”

"Right, I forgot to tell you that I am already the head of the Xuanwu Army. I will go out of the city and fight with the demons tomorrow! As for what to send the hall..."

"Hey, I want to die, who dares to escape first!"

His eyes swept over the cadets of the Xuanwu Army. They were the backbone of the Xuanwu Legion and an important node for the collection of military martial arts. However, because of their certain identities, I am afraid that there are still thoughts that can be returned to the Vientiane.

If it is impossible to break the boat and break the thought, how can it gather the military heart, and the ordinary sergeant can no longer complain. Don't make a point to tell the truth, can you just say it? As for whether he will offend those true disciples, he does not care.

"General!"

In the raging sea of ​​people, a pair of eyes suddenly illuminate, such as the stars twinkling, gathered in Li Qingshan's body.

They are all warlords who have chosen thousands of people, and there is no one who is greedy and fearful of death. They are afraid of the grievances of death, no hope, and they are abandoned as pawns.

Finally, some people are willing to face them, trust them, fight side by side with them, die together, and see a glimmer of hope in the desperate situation.

The cheers are from low to high and are getting louder and louder.

"Li Qingshan! Li Qingshan! Li Qingshan!"

Morale is like a rainbow, and all the people are in the city.

In the absence of a military squad, there was a squad of military force to gather with him and condense into a giant. Although it was ambiguous, the school was shocked. Even if there is no such magical power in Li Tianjiao, Li Qingshan is abandoning them to communicate with all the sergeants, and the sergeants have also abandoned them and offered loyalty.

Li Qingshan also felt that the blood was boiling, and the giants with military condensed waved to the stage.

In an instant, cheers and thunder!

In the Pure Land Temple, the abbot of Yangon smiles slightly, and only those who have the "life and other life" can get the true support of all beings. But frowning, there is a saying that makes him extremely uneasy - even the gods of the gods ~ www.readwn.com ~ I do not believe that they are not dead!

Even mortals, after having a certain status, will be greedy and greedy. Those who practice, who do not ask for longevity, who do not want to be a **** Buddha. Such a heart, such an idea, is really terrible.

Li Qingshan smiled slightly and looked at the ordinary face of Zhang under the stage. One thought became more and more profound: "I am just a mortal. It is neither a **** nor a demon. If one day I forget this, then I will not Then me."

At this point, many bottlenecks in my heart are suddenly open and I feel very comfortable.

"Freedom in Heaven" works, the new yin, no, the yang, began to condense in the small world.

With a big hand: "Tomorrow's battle, I will stand at the forefront, stay here if you are afraid of death! Don't be afraid of death, follow me!"

The generals bowed their heads and slammed their promises: "I am willing to fight with the generals!"

The army screamed in unison: "I am willing to fight with the general!" (To be continued.)

Ps: Too many bumps, such as muddy. Do not believe in destiny, do not believe in the Buddha. There are still people who wish to fight with me?