Plundering the Heavens

When it is not a monk, this is a difficult problem to decide!

In the past two days, Fang Xing was deeply immersed in the deep thought of a problem. In his view, eating monks, sacred lights, and monks sitting every day without reading the ghosts are absolutely impossible to do. Meat, a daughter-in-law, still have to go around, these are indispensable, although there is a wine and meat in the first place, let him know that the monk does not necessarily have to eat meat, but the wine and meat can not gather a wife ... ... plus, Fang Daye is such a beautiful bandit, shaved his head and wearing a robe, which is also ugly, isn’t it?

How hard is life!

In these few days, all the places in Lingshan Temple have appeared in the shadows of sorrow, and the mood is endless.

Shen Xiu, a monk who had been asked to help the party to shave, knows that his brother is guilty of guilty conscience, and he is persuaded to follow him all the time. He goes to the Buddhist temple and he follows the Buddhist temple. He goes to Houshan and he follows the back mountain. Syrian is bothering the troubles of one side.

"Brothers, women are a disaster, the most likely to cause causality, not to marry women and women ~ no ~ wrong ~ small ~ say ~. More clean?"

"If you want to be quiet, don't you just be an eunuch?"

"Amount... When the monks are all over the world, away from the chaos of the world, it helps to practice..."

"After all four are empty, you still practice a fart. Is it better to die?"

"Amount... When the monk quits greed and sorrows, he will lose a lot of unreasonable troubles..."

"Is trouble? It's all fun..."

"Amount... What is the explanation for this brother?"

"Do you know how cool it is to put the silver of the white flower in your own pocket? If you want to buy it, you can buy it. If you have money, it is a grandfather. Is this greed? Do you know how cool people are you hate? He punches him. I can't find the North. I have a bad breath. Is this screaming? Do you know how good it is as a master in an industry? Specializing in home robbing. Hijacking me, can this be called idiot?".

"Amount... I feel that you understand some problems!"

"I have a problem with your thoughts. You are a little bit of a poor worm in the monk's nest. I am also a good idea to persuade the younger brother? I can tell you, this mountain, the world of flowers and flowers can be fun, and your daily tofu is not oily. How much poor? When I was in the mountains, the big fish and the big meat could be made. The bite was full of oil, it was cool, and there was a beautiful girl in the green building wearing a skirt with a bare leg. Singing and dancing around you, as well as the countless treasures in the practice world, all kinds of valuable gadgets, others have broken their heads for this, but you have all put them into your pocket, all of them are awkward. Do you know how to taste?"

Some words were clearly made to persuade him to shave the goddess of the small monk said that the heart is moving, the eyes are all light.

"Amount...Senior. These things are blessed, but they are not suffering. The Master said that the most bitterness in the world is that you can’t ask for it. Because these thousands of temptations are always, people always ask for it, so all beings are doomed. It’s bitter, my Buddha said that I want to break the dust...”

After a long time, the little monk was still stunned, and the advice was bitter.

"I can't ask for it because you are useless, so you won't get it?"

Fang Xing is not happy, hate the iron and look at the little monk, he also came to the interest, opened the gang, the spit and the little monk said an afternoon, sighed a small monk, and began to speak Refuting a few words, but at the end of the day, my eyes are shining, and I can’t help but talk about the Buddha. I can’t help but ask questions, so that I can say that I’m fine.

"How can I be adopted by a monk when I was born..."

When I talked about it at dusk, the little monk of Shenxiu was fascinated and sighed in the mouth.

"Ha ha ha ha... regret it? I tell you, the fun things at the foot of the mountain are not only what I said..."

The party was very proud, and continued to take advantage of the small monk of Shenxiu, and the enthusiasm of the ceremonies could not be taken out.

Shenxiu's little monk is quite moving, his eyes are getting brighter and brighter, and a glimmer of enamel hangs on the corner of his mouth, but the bottom of his heart feels something wrong. After a long time, he whispered: "Brother, Yamashita." Ok, aren't you a good monk? The things you said are fun, but when the monk just can't just play, you can't play it when you die..."

In one sentence, I silenced the words and said that my mouth was slightly open, and the excitement was completely gone, and my face was frustrated.

I felt the deep sorrow that came from him. According to past experience, Shenxiu knew that he must have sighed with his own anger. He said that he had not turned his grief into anger, but he hurriedly jumped up and said: "Bad It’s broken, brother, you have evoked my magic thoughts, sinned, and can’t do it. I’m going to go to the Buddha’s ancestors for ten thousand times.

Throw the next sentence, screaming and fleeing, leaving the square to be alone and sad.

"Yeah, when the monk can still quit, but not a monk, even the chance to quit is not..."

Fang Xing’s heart was filled with sorrowful thoughts, and his face was full of sorrow.

Although this afternoon, the little monk who was deeply rooted in the roots of the spirit had a magical thought, Fang Xing could not solve his own problem. The goddess of the monk was a monk who was a monk in the monk temple, but he was In order to keep a little life...

So what does this monk do or not?

It’s so easy to keep the ears clear, carrying both hands, and sighing and sighing in the Lingshan Temple.

This large piece of Lingshan Temple is actually very few people. Unlike other famous monks who are famous for their thousands of martial arts, Lingshan Temple is the last Buddha, but the temple is also full of hundreds of monks, and the general situation Next, they are closed and closed, never appearing easily, which leads to the Lingshan Temple being quite quiet, and even from the morning to the evening, even the personal shadows are gone, plus now the wine and meat is coming in the back mountain. Twelve monks helped Xiao Xue to refine the devil, and the first seat of Lingshan Temple was also there, and the eleven uncles left the Lingshan Temple before they were awake, and rushed to Shenzhou, but they did not even have a party.

This distressing problem, after all, is still slowly pondering...

The Daxiong Treasure Hall, the Ancient Buddha Dojo, the Bodhidharma, and the Tibetan Classical Pavilion are all in one place, leaving a lonely figure.

In these few days, he also carefully explored the state of his own body and found that, as the young monk of the Shenxiu said, his situation seems to be completely restored. In fact, the hidden danger is enormous, and the body is full of spirits, and he does not want to be there all the time. Escape, and now you can maintain vitality, thanks to the vitality of this panacea, when Dan leaves his body, it is the time of his death!

Today's self is relying on the verses on the surface of the body to lock the panacea, but the power of this body's scriptures will gradually weaken with the passage of time, until this power dissipates to a certain extent. At the time, the panacea will surely leave.

Unless you practice the great day!

This problem is firmly locked in the square and must not be half-sufficient.

In this period of time, Lingshan Temple, in addition to the small monk of Shenxiu, was really no one to ask him. First, because Xiao Xue’s problem has not been completely solved. Secondly, probably Lingshan Temple never thought about it. The second road is a good choice...

People are always terrible!

"Oh, when the monk is quite boring, but for a small life..."

In the face of deep twilight, hesitated for many days and finally took a thigh and made a decision.

He swayed his heart and touched his bald head. He immediately took a heavy step and walked slowly toward the depths of Lingshan Temple. His heart was hesitant and the speed was not fast. He swayed to Lingshan after half a tea time. In front of the Zangjing Pavilion in the temple, according to the social show small monk, this pavilion houses a lot of Buddhist monks who survived the Buddha’s death. It is not a specific spell, but it contains a boulevard. It is a supreme for the practitioner. To the treasure, the public in the Lingshan Temple can be borrowed, but only because of the fact that it has not been promised to shave, the identity is unknown, the first seat of Lingshan Temple has a decree, and he is not allowed to enter, unless he is shackled by the Buddha.

Lingshan Temple is quiet and uninhabited, but in an important place like the Tibetan Buddhist Temple, there is still a Jindan Mahayana’s old man sitting in the town. Since he entered the temple, he has been seeing him sitting here. Still stable.

This old man must have already got the first decree. When he saw the party, he opened his eyes and looked at it.

The old man said nothing, but apparently expressed his attitude.

If you do not enter the Buddhist temple, you will not be allowed to enter the Tibetan Buddhist temple.

Fang Fang used to be pitiful and glanced at it. Today, I made a decision, but I was a little impatient. I turned over and looked at the old lady. I said, "Look at seeing you. Girl, every day, like a thief, it’s fun to guard against Xiaoye? Although Xiaoye really doesn’t want to be a monk, but for the sake of life, today’s Tibetan Buddhist temple, I am incompetent...”

This is the old scorpion who is as stable as a stone lion. He heard the words in the mouth of the party and raised a faint smile on his face.

He slowly raised his hand and wanted to stop the party. He told him that even if you have decided to enter the Buddhist temple, you can’t enter this place until you get a martyr, become a Buddhist disciple, and get the first law. After the cabinet, but when his palms just lifted up, the face that was impatient to walk over suddenly broke out, stepped out, lifted the palm and pressed.

Nowadays, what kind of cultivation is the Fangxing, not Yuan Ying, but it is better than Yuan Ying. This violent shot is abrupt and abnormal. The figure directly breaks through the distance between the two, and the fingers are sandwiched. A purple gold letter, firmly pressed on the forehead's forehead, while the palm of the hand pressed, part of the horrible hand, the old man who was directly photographed is not stable.

After being a town like Zijinfu, in a short time, Rao was repaired as extraordinary and struggled.

However, Fang Xing’s admiration of the ghosts and ghosts looked around and saw no one in the quiet. Then he slammed into the hall of the Tibetan Buddhist scriptures and took out a bag that had already been prepared from his arms. After all the shelves of countless remnants of the book have rushed over, the eastern batch of a batch of Westerners are pulling into the bag, and it is too late to distinguish between good and bad. The yin and yang gods look at which one is better.

Not a little hard work, his thief’s brain slid out of the Tibetan Buddhist temple, and he ran a masking technique. His body shape fluttered like smoke, and he was so close at the temple that he was familiar with it, but it was very powerful. Forbidden, go straight to the Lingshan Temple.

"Don't think that if you save me, I won't rob you..." (To be continued.)

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