Legend of the Great Saint

Satay's watermelon is extremely sweet, perhaps because it was born in this paradise, and it is scented in the juice. [w.SuiMеng.lā

"Eggs" eat and eat, can not help but giggling, life seems to have never been so relaxed and joy, suddenly feel the cheeks warm and moist, wiped a hand, smashed, but it is salty and bitter.

"what is this?"

Rubbing his eyes, the tourmaline is like a spring, the salty and bitter liquid on his face is getting more and more, and he can't stop it.

Perhaps it is because it is not born in a piece of land, soaked in the pain, so it can only flow out this bitter liquid.

There was a dull chest and something was coming out. The small face wrinkled into a group, making a low-lying personlike rather than a human.

A round of blue-colored aura is stirring, the grass is mad, the confusion is entangled, and each other is strangled.

Like an ostrich, he buried himself in the melon. After a long time, I finally recovered, and the vegetation was withered.

Slowly raised his head and revealed a innocent smile.

A pair of tourmalines, no red.

The old couple were shocked and inexplicably, I don’t know what happened.

The man named "Li Qingshan", carrying the phoenix nirvana, when he was the weakest, sealed the town with the spirit turtle, avoiding the retreat of cultivation, such as the turtle shrinking its head into the shell to avoid the invasion of the outside world.

However, he knows well that this is just a matter of expediency. The spirit turtles are good at it, but this fragile defense is not only eroded by the blissful world, but also subject to its own questioning.

He will eventually ask: Who am I?

However, in the genius, the "unicorn change" that had been stagnant for a long time was actually a higher building when he was completely unconscious. Perhaps this world is suitable for the practice of Kirin, perhaps unintentionally fits the truth of the law.

In short, his repairs did not fall back, but on the fragile turtle shell, tearing a gap.

Those memories full of **** killings, painful despair, even if only a hint of exaggeration, can no longer be sustained by the "egg".

Compared with the relaxed joy at this moment, the words "above nine days" are too heavy and too vain.

The memory of the sealed town is finally restored. At that time, was he still willing to go through the pain?

In a blink of an eye, the "egg" has been full moon, and the old couple invited all the people in the ten-mile radius to start a full moon wine on a wheat field.

Of course, all the Buddhist commandments are practiced in the pure land of bliss, and all the wine and meat are not contaminated. Only the tea juice is consumed.

However, "tea is not drunk and people are drunk." In the warm floral fragrance, under the warm sun, all people have red light on their faces, and laughter is not interrupted for a moment.

There is a square table in the center of the wheat field. There is a wicker chair on the table. The protagonist of the party, "The Eggs," sits high on the wicker chair to ensure that everyone can see him.

He seems to be old, wearing a tiger's head cap, a tiger's head on his feet, a silver lock on his neck, but the only person on the court who doesn't smile. His eyes are half-closed and can't stand. Dozing off.

The cracks continue to expand, and the memories of the past have been infiltrated into a nightmare.

Sometimes I dream of being forced to work, sun exposure, and soreness. Sometimes I dream of carrying a dead body and climbing an iceberg.

The most terrifying are the dreams of being chased and killed. The enemies are different. There are both ugly and old-fashioned old women, cool and cool swordsmen, and fierce black dragons. Every time I was forced into a desperate situation and woke up from a nightmare.

So he tried to stay awake now, and he couldn't help but take a nap.

Fortunately, when he was awake, he was still very happy, and he liked this kind of excitement.

The wheat field is full of joy, even if you look up at him, you can see him, surrounded by people, three floors and three floors, all are amazing.

In all kinds of Buddhist commandments, obscenity is far heavier than the alcoholic ring. However, "dating men and women, people's desires" is very difficult to overcome.

But in this blissful world, there is no problem at all. Everyone has no idea, even if the husband and wife are not doing things, so rare newborns are born.

If it is in the ordinary world, it will grow like this one month, and I am afraid it will be treated as a monster. But in this blissful world, no one thinks like this. Everyone is filled with goodwill and sincerely feels happy for the old couple. Looking at the "egg" is like watching their own children.

"Eggs" was infected by this atmosphere, and it was not a smile.

"Eggs, dew and give them a hand!" cried the old man.

"okay!"

"Eggs" jumped up, turned a bucket, and steadily stepped on the back of the chair, posing a "Golden Chicken Independent" posture, shouting in the mouth: "Long! Long! Long!"

A cluster of wheat seedlings broke through the ground, and in a blink of an eye, the wheat field became a golden wheat field.

In amazement, some people said: "It’s amazing. It’s really a child given by the Buddha. Hey, brother, you should go to the temple and hope.”

The old man touched his head: "This... I haven't had time yet!"

"It’s better to hit the sun than to choose the day, just go now, big guys go together!"

Everyone screamed, lifting the table like a sedan chair, and went to the temple in a mighty way.

In this world, there are temples and temples, but at an hour, they come to a majestic and quaint temple.

Zhike 迎 ushered everyone into the temple and invited the abbot to host.

Everyone said a pass, and the abbot host was surprised and more suspicious. Different from these "village husbands" who can only read Buddhas, he is a serious Buddhist monk. Even the "Guan Yin sent sons" are all attached to the world, let alone "the Buddha sends the son."

Then he displayed the "Eye of the Eyes" and looked at the "Eggs" carefully. He couldn't help but be surprised. He quickly picked up the cockroaches and went deep to the "egg":

"Amitabha, the unknown is that the indigo **** will come to visit, there is a far-reaching welcome, but also hope to forgive!"

What he saw was no longer a child, but a golden light, a majestic god.

No matter how blissful the world is suitable for Buddhism practitioners, it is still rare to be able to survive six days of robbery.

Indigo God will already belong to the Buddha Gate ~www.readwn.com~ Although the official position is not large, it has entered the sequence of the Buddha, and can be worshipped by believers.

Even if it is Nirvana rebirth, the memory of the town, the priesthood still exists.

In the pure land of bliss, the monk's status is extremely high, and he heard that it was "the indigo god". Everyone hurriedly worshipped, and even the old couple did not dare to worship.

"Eggs" jumped into the crowd, lifted them up, widened their eyes, and asked the abbot to preside over: "You bald, what blue and green? Just give me up, don't worship me!"

The abbot was surprised when he was in charge. Does this **** want adults to be unwilling to reveal their identity?

At this moment, a loud voice sounded outside the temple door: "Amitabha! Long time no see, General Lee."

A monk holding a caduceus, wearing a hat, wearing an old sly monk walked into the temple, and the "egg" heart was inexplicably anxious: "Who are you? You also said that I am a general? Or what general Li Zi, why not call the watermelon general?" ”

"Barren Yangon." (To be continued.)