Vol 2 Chapter 2413: Bitter head clothes

Xiao Hua swayed in the air, which is Xiaohua's character is good, if others are afraid to start already.
Xiao Hua took a deep breath and asked: "The old man knows that you will not let the old man go to Shanliangguo to say that there is no person to find the old man. But the question is, is this person Xiao Jun? The old man is looking for Xiao Jun but just asks Ask, don't want his life, what are you afraid of? Besides, the old man has seen Xiao Jun in Yaotaishan. Even if there is any malice, he has not started in Yaotaishan. Why do you have to catch up with Shanliang? Or ...what do you think the old man is looking for?"
"Amitabha, I don't know how to be poor!" The old man asked, "I don't know," said the seniors.
"That..." Xiao Hua took a breath and asked, "Can Xiao Jun be in Shanliang?"
"I don't know!" The old man answered again, "Predecessors please turn."
"Old man..." Xiao Hua will take a mouthful, and a smear of blue light will instantly approach the old man's eyebrows. It is the sword light of a flying sword that touches the dry skin of the old man.
It is a pity that the old man didn't even look at his eyes. He whispered: "Amitabha, the poor and self-awareness is not the enemy of the predecessors. If the predecessors want to kill, then even if they start, I am compassionate and poor."
"Is sick... the old man has nothing to kill?" Xiao Hua was so angry that he didn't scatter, snorted, and ignored the old man. His body rushed into the air and went straight away.
Seeing Jing Xianzi chasing, Xiao Hua smiled bitterly: "This Buddha disciple is good, but it is a rib, knowing that it is not an enemy to block. Oh, yes. I still have to answer. Now, Xiaomou doesn't know what they are for!"
"Or they don't even know!" Jing Xianzi laughed. "The things are more and more interesting. I feel that I have nothing to do with Xiao Jun at this time. It should be the national teacher of the Buddha."
"Good! The problem is that the Buddhist monk's national teacher blocked Xiaomou, in order to prevent Xiao from looking for someone! This person... Xiaomou really can't think of it."
Yes, Xiao Hua is not a Tibetan immigrant. There are not many people who know each other, and there are very few things to know. Although there are many books in the space of the Tibetan continent. After Xiao Hua got the Confucianism book of the Tongzhu National Academy, there was nothing to think about what was not useful for cultivation. Therefore, even the Xuan Huangbang, the monk who should know the things, should not know what he can find. what!
"Actually... this national teacher wants to cover up." Jing Xianzi said hesitantly.
"Oh. Absolutely there are no silver three hundred and two here!!" Xiao Hua sneered. "Which people can do this national teacher? This is the next. Even if Xiaomou is not interested in their so-called secrets, then Xiaomou can congratulate them now, they successfully provoked Xiao’s interest, Jing Xianzi. Do you have Interested to accompany Xiaomou to see?"
"The world's great Ren Fei, accompanied by Jun Xiang!" Jing Xianzi is quite a pun.
"Good!" Xiao Hua smiled. "I will not go to the capital with these little monks!"
The two monks of the four-five products want to get rid of these monks, which is simple and extremely simple. The Jingxianzi does not motivate the magical powers. The auspicious clouds under Xiaohua are several times larger, and the monks crossing the monks are only half. It was the time to go to the capital of Shanliang.
Naturally, the distance from the capital is still far away. A few faint Buddhist knowledge is swept out from one of the capitals. However, this Buddhist knowledge is very indifferent. It is found that Xiao Hua and Jing Xianzi do not stop at all, and immediately return, as if to see The way people have not arrived.
"Oh, but the little monk of Yuanli's four products, actually dare to block the old man!" Xiao Hua perceives the Buddha's knowledge, and immediately judges the cultivation of the Buddha's master, cold and cold.
Jing Xianzi is now familiar with Xiao Hua, and he laughs at himself: "Oh, yes, it’s just four products. It’s too difficult to cultivate!"
"Hey, the fairy will be able to distract afterwards... Oh, it will definitely go out, but now it is only accumulating!" Xiao Hua said with a smile.
"Out of it, it’s both hopeful and scared!" Jing’s face showed an unspeakable look, "but listen to the fate!"
"Oh? Why?" Xiao Hua naturally knows the difficulty of the advanced Yuanli five products, but he is still pretending to be curious.
However, I couldn't wait for the quiet fairy to answer, but I saw two figures flying in the direction of the single Liang Guodu city. I walked under the thin Buddha light and flew to Xiao Hua and Jing Xianzi in a moment.
"Well, finally came out!" Xiao Hua muttered, the figure stopped in midair, and Jing Xianzi also urged Xiangyun to fly away from the distance.
"The poor and clean clothes have seen Xiao Xianyou." The former monk was tall and tall, dressed in a worn-out robes, and the hands and arms that were exposed outside were so thin that they were skinny, and there was no trace of flesh and blood. Look at the skull, it is also awkward, a lot of wrinkles like a knife is generally there.
Xiao Hua listened, his eyes narrow, cold and cold: "Xiao Xianyou? It seems that the master of the net clothes already knows the name of Xiao, and I must know Xiao’s intentions?"
"哼..." A monk next to him was cold and shivering with a dilapidated Zen stick in his hand. "I have waited for so many disciples to block, and I don't want to tear your face with you. It's benevolent, since someone wants me to wait. If you are forced to die on the road to death, then you are not afraid of poverty!"
"Net mouth!!" Although the clothes are angry, the tone is still indifferent. "You are a Buddhist disciple. How can you compete with ordinary people? Strong Xiaoyou can come to me alone, but also a fate. I am afraid that the Buddha will test me."
After that, the net clothes turned to Xiao Hua and said: "Xiao Xianyou, you are waiting for someone you are looking for... really not in Shanliang, but also please turn the fairy."
Xiao Hua smiled and asked with interest: "Don't say who Xiao is looking for, Xiaomou asks you, the monk does not swear, what you said is the truth?"
The net clothes faint answer: "Yes, the poor is not lying, not deceiving the fairy."
"Since... Xiaomou is not looking for a single Liangliang country, you can let Xiaomou come to the capital city, why should you block Xiaomou on the road?" Xiaohua asked with a shot.
"I don't want to get involved in the dispute." Jingyi replied, "If Xiaoxianyou is in a single Liangguo country, he will be born in the future, so the poor will not let the fairy friends come over."
"The man you said... Who is it?" Xiao Hua asked, looking at the net clothes like a smile.
Net clothes shook his head slightly: "Xianyou knows in his heart, why should he let the poor open?"
"Imagine the master knows the soul of the soul search?" Xiao Hua raised his hand and threatened, "Xiao Mou only put this finger on the forehead of the master, the master thinks... Xiaomou knows!"
"Xianyou can try!" Net clothes are not afraid, and their eyes are not shrinking.
Xiao Hua looked at the dirty clothes of the net clothes, and thoughtfully asked: "Was the master of the net clothes a head of a pulse?"
"You know that you have to ask again?" The net mouth couldn't help it. He yelled beside him. "Who doesn't know what abacus you are playing!"
Xiao Hua ignored the net mouth and said it again; "In fact, Xiao Mo did not think of it until he saw the master. Even in Chenghui Temple, the bitter little monk did not spit, but he did not say it. Belong to that sect, that...should be the first one. You said that Xiaomou is right?"
"Yes, the fairy friend looks like a torch, and the poor is the bitter head."
"A bitter word will completely fulfill the cultivation of the head Tuo!" Xiao Hua said, "While Buddhism does not advocate the hard cultivation of the bitter head, the practice of asceticism is praised even by the world. However, Xiao is somewhat puzzled. , the head of the thirteen things, the master can hold a few things? The position of the national teacher, the help of the single Liang Guo, the master's ascetic and geometry?"
"Amitabha, the bitter sea is boundless, where is not the ascetic?" Net clothes folded hands and whispered. "In the past, the world worshipped the eagle and abandoned the skin. Today, the old man threw the skin in the red dust. What can he do? A pigeon, the old man’s body saves hundreds of thousands of people in Liang Guoguo, and...what is it?

"Ah?" Xiao Hua stunned, and he was somewhat aware of the original intention of this single Liang Guoguo. Net clothes took this position of the national division as a kind of penance, and took the duties of the national teacher as part of the bitter sea, and honed their own Buddhahood in this red dust. The bitterness of bitterness is indeed effective. Both Dharma and Buddhism are far more extraordinary. However, as the clothes are said, bitter tortoises are generally one person. Their means of accumulating merits are limited, even if they are It is impossible to accumulate much, but if it is a national teacher, the merits that can be accumulated are not known, and it cannot be said in the same breath.
However, Xiao Hua was also a bitter smile. The Taoist monk regarded the national teacher as a glory and wealth, and regarded the power of one country as the basis of his cultivation. This bitter torto regarded this rich and wealthy as a bitter sea and contributed to his country with his own hard work. . I have to say that the same country, Dao Xia is very different from the Buddha.
Xiao Hua turned to look at Jing Xianzi, and the face of Jing Xianzi was slightly contemplative, and it seemed to have feelings.
"But it, nothing..." Xiao Hua waved his hand. "Whether it is a Buddhism or a Taoist temple, whether it is a bitter repair or a chanting, it is a practice. Xiaomou does not repair the head and does not understand the accumulation of such merits." Xiao Mou originally wanted to see the situation of Shan Liangguo, and see which Xiao Jian and Xiao Jun are Ming Jun, but the master once again blocked Xiao Mou, and Xiao Mou now wants the master to give a statement."
"Xiao Jian? Xiao Jun??" Net clothes slightly stunned, "Xianyou...have blood relatives with them?"

No!
Xiao Hua waved his hand.
The master does not have to guess. The master thinks Xiao Jun is good, or is Xiao Jian good?

"The two are all dung!" Net clothes did not hesitate to answer, "You and me are also dung, only the Buddha is true."
Xiao Hua listened, and almost fell from the sky. He really wanted to ask him by the neck of his clothes. Can he talk well? (To be continued...)
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