Legend of the Great Saint

In the meantime, he seems to remember that there was a world. When you see the old lady falling to the ground, it is impossible to help. It is best not to be close. [w.SuiMеng.lā, I want to be in this blissful world, and I will take the old lady to the head and have money.

In comparison, it is still a world like this!

Not only that, the onlookers are concerned: "Children are all right!" "The aunt is not careful to walk, seeing the children hit!" "Hey, I don't know how many years I have never seen such a small child." It’s really pitiful."

The "watchers" are not only indifferent, but the warmth of human sentiment is simply to roast people.

"Eggs" feels guilty in my heart, and quickly confessed: "Not that she hit me, I hit her!"

The masses loved him more and more: "It's a good boy. I was hit and talked for someone else!" "Yes, yes, boy, take it and buy a cake!"

He was quickly overwhelmed by the Bodhi: "I don't want, I don't want anything!" It was hard to get rid of the enthusiastic crowd.

"It’s so rare, the sparrows trample on the old hen, the ants are three feet six, and the grandfather sits in the cradle."

He shook his head and sang a song. With the abbot of Yangon, he passed through the crowd, but there were no other children on the street. No one came to sing with him.

Suddenly, Yangon’s abbot stopped: “We stayed here for one night.”

"Here!?"

It is neither a monastery nor an inn, but a large square.

At this time, the sunset Xishan, the Hua Deng at the beginning, the square is full of people and lively. Many people line up in a queue, singing and dancing, how to see is not a place to stay.

"Yes, it is here."

"Ok."

"Eggs" held his cheeks and sat down on the steps. He watched the dancing crowd. The sunset was as red as the apples on his face, and he smiled unconsciously. It looked no different from ordinary children.

The Yangon abbot suddenly couldn't bear it. Maybe he shouldn't be involved in it. Maybe he should not help him to restore his memory. Instead, he should help him completely wipe out the past.

Behind the "Dong Qingshan", the majestic decision is behind the **** sea and the sinless sin. He is not willing to be an ordinary cultist. He regards all beings as ants, and he will never be able to bear the peace of mind. He must bear this sin. So it became even more decisive, even if it was killed somewhere, it would be taken for granted.

Now recalling what he said in the Temple of Pure Land in Heiyuncheng, it is still a sigh of relief and a **** sentence:

"I laughed that you are too weak, just like those who regard all beings as ants. Because you can't bear the pain in your heart, you have to abandon good thoughts, you have to let go of the butcher's knife. It's all twisting your heart, how many differences?"

"Heart compassion, guilty devil. Portable butcher knife, strong enemy, not too fast, why go to the world of bliss?"

"The murderer will kill him. Since I am murdered, I am prepared to be killed. I am not asking for bliss, not for longevity, and for the monk."

There is no such thing as a Buddhist myth, but this great determination and perseverance are incredible.

At this moment, "egg" suddenly jumped up: "I am going to dance!"

The guys who danced have been teasing him, and for a while, he also learned the dance movements in seven or eighty-eight, and finally couldn’t stand it and jumped into the field.

Hey! Like a scoop of cold water poured into the hot oil pan, the atmosphere on the square immediately became very hot.

A figure flashed in front of him, the old lady who had hit him, his body was very abnormal, and he kept turning around.

"Children are coming! Is it better than one?"

"Beyond, who is afraid of who!"

"I, Zhang Suzhen!"

"I, Li egg!"

One old and one young danced in the middle of the square. The crowd surrounded them and cheered for them, and the dance kept going.

Zhang Suzhen has been immersed in this tradition for many years. He has visited countless dance masters, stepped through countless squares, and practiced this dance. The end is to stimulate the flying, making people completely forget her age and immersed in her dance.

However, soon she was surprised and shocked. The child would dance like a child, and every movement would be perfect and perfect. This is a child, clearly a master of dance! Soon she couldn't keep up with his dance steps, and she was convinced that she was defeated.

"Eggs" is flying and flying, defeating one dancer. The cheers are like waves, and the air is burning like it is going to burn.

His arrogant dances, such as showers, such as whirlwinds, such as chaotic frogs, such as fighting tigers, are not only the dances that have just been learned, but also the songs from the past, the depths of memory, the peacock dance, the Latin dance. , tap dance, street dance...

He became a unique leader dancer and everyone followed his dance steps.

The Yangon abbot shook his head and smiled: "But it, a district of Yangon, what qualifications do you have to help Li Qingshan choose the road?"

"Eggs" eyes half open and half closed, forgetting everything around, as if falling into a dream. I feel happy in my heart, not dancing is not enough to express; I feel great anger, not dancing is not enough to vent; more sadness, no dance is not enough to calm down.

Every emotion becomes an action, even radiating outside the square, inspiring everyone to do the same.

When the bell rang, a team of guards wearing armor and armed swords approached the square: "It's not too late, the big guys should be scattered!"

On weekdays, everyone heard the bells scatter. Today, no one cares about the urging of the guards. Instead, more and more people are coming from all directions.

The guards crossed the crowd and rushed into the middle of the square, trying to stop the "leader."

However, he still danced indulgently, and his forehead suddenly opened his third eye, shooting a burning fire around the whole body, so that the guards could not get close.

There was a statue in his body, wearing a flame crown, holding a snare drum and a flame. He was also dancing, but his movements were very slow and full of power: slowly lifting his left leg, his right foot on the flame aura, four arms gently Stretch.

A burst of noise, even the guards also lost the blade ~www.readwn.com~ followed the dance, looked so intoxicated, forgot their duties.

"Day Magic Dance!"

The Yangon abbot's brow wrinkled, and some were unexpected. I almost forgot that Li Qingshan’s self-cultivation was a great way of self-sufficiency. Today’s show is the “Dance of the King”, which is clearly self-contained, and even if it is, he can’t stop it.

The flame halo rotates endlessly and reciprocates, symbolizing the cycle of generation, preservation and destruction. No one can escape such a reincarnation, just like everyone in the square.

Even those who never danced, danced enthusiastically, and instantly became a master of dance, but some were like marionettes.

In the unconscious, he turned the square into the dojo of his practice, turning everyone into his followers, and the cultivation of the gods grew rapidly.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the city lights are extinguished, leaving only this square.

Twelve the bell and make the final warning.

The Yangon abbot changed his look: "Come on!" (To be continued.)