Tales of Herding Gods

Ma’s chest is ups and downs, obviously the mood is not calm, cold and cold: “I broke my arm and sent it to the Great Leiyin Temple. I also returned the magic of the Great Leiyin Temple. Why should I chase after me and let my wife scatter? Since I insist on dying, why can't I pass the magic of the Great Leiyin Temple?"

The old monk shook his head: "The younger brother, an arm does not mean all magical powers."

Ma Ye smirked: "The magical powers in my body are not all from the Great Leiyin Temple. Do you want to abolish other magical powers in my body? I was born in the Great Leiyin Temple, but I was on my own. When you both hands out, you dare not stop me. When I have a wife and children, you come to the door again. I am willing to break my arm for the safety of my wife and children, and also the magical power of your big Leiyin Temple!"

His face is gloomy: "And then? You chase me, let my wife scatter, and my family is broken!"

The old monk shouted: "The rules are rules. If you change it, it is not a rule. The red dust is commonplace, and the practice is disturbed. The younger brother, in fact, we are not trying to kill you, but to save you from the red sea and return to the Great Leiyin Temple. If you are not moving, you will play the Great Leiyin Temple, and now the seat of the Great Leiyin Temple is yours. If you are willing to follow me back to the temple, you will be very pleased when you come. Position, or yours." (House Pig Note: If the folk saying refers to Sakyamuni, but Buddhism professional saying, if it refers to the Buddha, as long as it is a Buddha, it is all like. The Buddhist scriptures say, truthfully, Therefore, if you come, it means the realm of Buddha.)

"go back?"

Ma Ye Muran said: "I was killed in the past, if I want to go back, I will naturally kill it!"

The old monk looked heavy and sighed: "It will be very disappointing. The boy on this stage is your disciple? You taught him Lei Yin Ba, but did not teach me the mind of Da Leiyin Temple. If you come to Mahayana."

He looked to Qin Mu, who was fighting with a young man in Fujian and Taiwan. He said: "If you come to the Mahayana, it is the law of demons. Without practicing this method of mind, it is also illusory to refine the spirit of Leiyin. Today I am with my disciples. Come, Mingxin, I have seen Shi Shu!"

Behind him, a tall, thin and young monk came forward, hanging the beads, and swearing ten: "Uncle Shi."

The old monk fluttered and said: "Mingxin is also the warrior of the spiritual world. My Zen stick is here, is the younger brother gambling?"

The mother-in-law's eyebrows provoked and was about to talk. Ma’s face was expressionless: “The rules and regulations are all shit. I am betting on you, my head, what is the weight of your stick?”

The old monk swears: "There is almost the same amount."

The scorpion, the mother-in-law, the pharmacist and other people frowned, and they were trying to discourage them. Ma’s sternly said: “If the shepherd loses, you take my head back to the Great Leiyin Temple to see it. If the shepherd wins, the Zen stick stays. How far you are going."

"Good."

The old monk said to the little monk of the Ming Dynasty: "Today, the teacher is going to recover the great Leiyin Temple magical power of the rebel temple. If you win, it is your merit."

Ming Xin said that he was walking towards the ring.

On the platform, the young man who competed with Qin Mu was a master of swordsmanship. He walked the path of the song brother in the five sons of the Minjiang River. The sword was no more than three feet away from the body. Unlike the brother of the song, his sword was not big. Like a dagger, eight inches long, small, but more dangerous!

From time to time, this small sword will be pierced from strange places, such as kneeling and kneeling, and will also be drilled into his clothes, and he will be drilled from his sleeves when Qin Mu fights with him!

With the gas sword, the sword control skill is so high that it is no less than the Qianjiang disciple's Qianqiu, and it is more than the song brother.

Moreover, this person has a brilliant accomplishment in combat techniques. His mastery is very profound, and the momentum is like a mountain. When the palm is full of strength, there is a mountain pattern emerging from the palm of his hand.

However, at this moment, the victory and defeat on the platform has been clearly defined. Qin Sheli’s big move is fierce and the footwork is quick. The young man has a big loss when he fights the first palm. Qin Muxiong’s vitality directly smashes his yuan pressure!

Qin Mu exhibited the thunderstorm in Kowloon. Although the Jiuzhong force only broke out in the triple, it has already injured his lungs. Although the swordsmanship is exquisite, the defeat has been fixed.

Qin Mu’s footsteps are in chaos, such as thousands of chaotic snakes swimming in the grass, suddenly east and west, suddenly before and after, let the young man not see where his attack came from, the next moment, after him The heart hurts and is attacked by Qin Muyi.

The young man landed and bowed, and thanked Qin Muzhen on the platform: "Thank you for your brother."

Just now Qin Mu’s palm was printed in his heart, but the strength was great, but the strength was not fierce, and he did not hurt his heart and lungs. Otherwise, with the strength of Qin Mu, he could definitely crush his internal organs. !

"Do you want to rest for the younger brother?" Mingyue stood quietly waiting there, waiting until Qin Mu defeated the young man, and then he asked.

Qin Mu's eyes fell on him. The monk was young, dressed in a white coat, not stained with a trace of dust. Even the shoes under his feet were white, and the people were very white. Although I shaved my hair, I still looked very handsome, and I didn’t feel good.

He was about to answer it. Suddenly, the voice of the mother-in-law came: "Resume, be sure to rest!"

Qin Mu did not understand his intentions, or as the mother-in-law said, sit down and rest, conditioning the breath. His "hegemony Sandangong" is suitable for cultivation while running. Although he has already confronted more than a dozen warriors, his vitality has not consumed much, and he is still at the peak, but his body is a little tired.

The mother-in-law took a cup of water and went to the ring, and sent it to Qin Mu’s hands. He whispered: “Shepherd, no matter what means you use, this time you must win, you can’t lose! Your grandfather and the old thief are gambling. And put your life on!"

Qin Mu’s heart jumped and quickly looked at Ma’s grandfather. Ma’s face was light and his voice came: “Shepherd, hegemony is impossible to lose! I believe in you.”

Although he said that Qin Mu is still a little panicky, although the people in the village are his relatives, but his closest to him is Ma, except for the mother-in-law, who used to carry a stone statue and a mother-in-law with one arm. Going out of the village together, he took him back from the river and saved his life!

If you lose yourself, is it not the life of the horse?

At this point, the pharmacist also frowned. Ma believes that Qin Mu is an unparalleled hegemony and has confidence in Qin Mu, but Qin Mu is not a hegemon after all.

He now regrets that he had to help the village chief to conceal the kind lie. If he told them the truth earlier, he would not be willing to take his life.

It is because of the trust of Qin Mu, this is the gamble of the old monk with his own life!

Suddenly, the pharmacist saw the fierce light: "If the shepherd is defeated, then kill the old vulture and the vulture, and let the horse die!"

On the stage, Qin Mu urgently wants to stabilize his mind, but only involves the lives of his closest relatives. How can this heart settle down?

The dumb gestures, ah, a few times, the scorpion squats on the cane: "Don't remind him, this temple fair is a test. After the past, he will grow up. If you can't go, it's still a child."

After a moment, Qin Mu slowly stood up and looked at the tall and thin little monk opposite, and slowly said: "Monk, do you have a Buddha in your heart?"

Mingxin’s hands are in harmony, and he said: “I am always in my heart.”

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Qin Mu spit out a suffocating gas, and the vitality of the body became overbearing and fierce. There was a lawlessness that sprang from his little body.

"I!"

He stepped forward, and the momentum that emerged from the small body even gave a sense of excitement and enthusiasm. The voice was full of vibes: "There is no **** in the heart, no Buddha, no magic! I am God, that is Buddha." Is the devil!"

As soon as this statement came out, the old monk sitting across from the horse was shocked and turned to look at Qin Mu!