Legend of the Great Saint

At this time, the abbot of Yangon saw a small figure flying in the wilderness of the lush green grass and the moonlight. *w.suimeng.lā

Muttered: "What are you asking?"

"Eggs" stood in front of the temple gate, took a deep breath on his knees and said, "Let's go!"

If his life is destined to be a nightmare, then he will fight like Li Qingshan instead of hiding like a coward to sleep.

"and many more!"

"Eggs" went into the temple and shouted, and the crowd screamed, then smacked out with both hands.

In the Temple of the Blues, the last of the gamma gods named "Li Qingshan" was smashed and smashed, and no longer sees the prestige.

“Why?” Yangon’s abbot was also amazed. He was enshrined in the gods. It’s about what all practitioners are looking forward to. Is it too much to dislike the position?

"I don't want people to worship me!"

"Amitabha, are you willing to wait for the life of the people? Inferiority is not as good as it is." Yangon's abbot put his hands together and smiled and sighed: "However, this is only what you can do."

"What the **** is it?"

"Don't worry, we will leave when we leave."

They approached the silver-blue night and disappeared into the vast wilderness.

In a messy gambling hall, the monks are all soft and soft. In the pure land of bliss, it is said that the gods are enshrined in the temple. Even if it is a paper with a **** image, no one dares to destroy it.

These are shocking and unreasonable things. They have never heard of it, and they don’t know what to do.

In the tall and deep temple, the gods of Galean and the gods will seem to be watching them. The monks have fallen to the ground, and they are arrogant.

Or the abbot is the most calm, and ordered: "Hurry up and clean up here, and then go to the carpenter shop of Master Zhu to go and ask for another one. No one here is allowed to disclose any points."

He went to the corner and held up the majority of the remaining heads of "Gambling God will Li Qingshan". The **** went to the sky and worshipped deeply: "Small shackles are not well-guarded, please respect God for forgiveness and forgiveness, and must reshape the body as soon as possible." ""

The next morning, the Garan Hall was spotlessly cleaned, a more brand-new statue, standing on the altar. The bright sunshine fell on him, and it was even more intense.

From time to time, the monks have come to see and worship, and confirm the existence of this statue.

What happened last night was like a nightmare!

At the same time, "Eggs" felt that Yangon's abbot was not malicious, and told him about his experience.

"You really lost your memory."

"Is it hit the head?" "Eggs" hands rubbed their heads on the head, but did not find even a big bag.

"Haha, of course not."

The abbot of Yangon faintly guessed that Li Qingshan deliberately sealed the memory of the town to resist the influence of the pure land of this bliss. Based on his understanding of this kid, he definitely did this kind of thing.

"How can I recover?"

"Well, it's easy to do." Yangon's abbot smiled slightly, and the young and handsome face looked a little unfriendly. He also patted his shoulder: "Don't thank me, I ask you to do something, it should pay off." ”

Then the footsteps turned, slightly in the direction, through the dense forest, there were no beasts in the forest; crossing a big river, there was no fish in the river; boarding a mountain, only the sound of birds screaming, never severing, contains wonderful The melody seems to sing in this wonderful world.

Sometimes the birds gather and gather together, and the sound of flapping their wings sounds through the sky. It’s like a paradise for feathers, and they don’t stop by.

Ascending the top of the mountain, overlooking the entire plain, the "egg" eyes are round and round, and there are countless buildings at the foot of the mountain. The fine houses, towers, canals, palaces, fountains, temples, squares, all the way to the end of the horizon. I don't know how many miles it is.

Even in his previous life, he has never seen such a big city. The clear river that flows from the mountains passes through the city and spreads through the canals to all corners.

They walked down the river, and the city was full of birds and flowers, and people were everywhere, but they were not doing nothing. There are also vendors selling and working as craftsmen. But on their faces, they have no hardships and worries.

Vendors don't worry that their goods can't be sold or sold without bidding. They don't have any mental calculations, and they share it with passers-by. It is more like singing in the game and becoming a street scene.

The craftsman is concentrating on his own work, but he does not live by it, but a passion from the heart. Anyone who is in the world is a master of extraordinary sanctification. The crafts from their hands are all exquisite. In the ordinary world, they must be worthless. Now they are just on the side of the road for the passers-by to choose.

The ones used for trading are not gold, silver, copper and iron, but a bodhi.

In this world, Bodhi trees are everywhere, and Bodhi is not worth the money. But there is no greed and evil in everyone's mind. Bodhi is only a kind of token of faith. Everyone does his or her job and needs it. You let them do nothing, but they feel that they are not interesting.

All the way, the "egg" mouth is not empty, and there are a lot of food and drink in his arms. Although he did not have half a bodhi in his hand, but there was a Yangon abbot around him, and others thought that he was a small sand monk who traveled with the master, vying to rush to stuff things into his arms.

"Here... really..." He snorted and swallowed everything in his mouth: "...a good place!"

The craftsmanship of the cooks is awesome. The crystal clear sweet potato glutinous rice black sesame cake, the yellowed tofu of the yellow pages, the sweet corn grits and so on are numerous, and there is no such thing as eating it now, which makes his appetite wide open.

"I am compassionate, and all living beings are bitter. If the world is like this, then it will be fine!" Yangon's abbot has a heartfelt feeling and unlimited yearning.

"Oh, I really can't have anything to do with you at that time, and the monks can return home."

Yangon abbot said: "At that time ~www.readwn.com~ you don't need a monk, maybe, even the Buddha does not need it."

"Eggs" stunned, just in this effort, an old lady looked up and walked forward, did not notice him, slammed into it.

Although he is small, his strength is big, and he does not shake. The old lady snorted and fell to the ground.

He was busy helping the old lady, and the old lady suddenly grabbed his wrist. He was panicked in his heart, and he didn't know what to panic. He always felt that something terrible happened.

The old lady said: "Child, you are all right!" Touched him down and said: "Grandma didn't crash you!"

"No...no!"

"Amitabha, Buddha bless, nothing is fine, nothing is fine!" The old lady climbed up and stuffed a bodhi to him: "Hold sugar to eat!" and walked away.

"Eggs" looked at the Bodhi in his hand: "Amount... I am a curse!?" (To be continued.)