Vol 2 Chapter 1297: Emotional monk

(Chapter One,)
The first thousand two hundred and ninety-seven chapters
Peng Fei is really annoyed, crazy, as a man, twice as many times as a woman is bullied, what is the system, a hero, a deep burst of his heart, like a volcanic eruption , burning.
Ba Ji turned around and looked at Peng Fei. The corner of his mouth rose and smiled slightly: "What did you say? I didn't know, I said it again."
Pengfei tiger body shocked, suddenly the eruption of the volcano instantly frozen petrochemical, he looked at Xuanyuan angrily, screaming: "Whoever spoke, Xuanyuan is what you said, I can say nothing, certainly It’s what you said, it must be what you said, you see, it’s definitely Xuanyuan’s.

Xuanyuan heard the words, haha ​​smiled and said: "I don't know, who said who knows, go downstairs."
I laughed and tears fell out, almost rolling down from Xuanyuan’s shoulders. Pa Ji is simply a natural nemesis of Peng Fei. Originally facing the shackles of Peng Fei, Xuanyuan can only accept it. Now there is Ba Ji, Peng. If you want to fly, you have to measure the consequences.
Ba Ji turned and looked at the distance. Her eyebrows were like spring mountains, like autumn water, very clear, a black hair fluttering in the wind, a throne, domineering, Wei Ling nine days, it seems that there is a taste, white The skin can't help but want to touch it.
Peng Fei’s body was shocked and vomiting, and the yellow sand in his hair was shaken into fly ash. He was behind the crowd. He was completely innocent for the tyrants, and he could not move the real ones. The strength has pressed himself to a big realm. Playing with himself is as simple as playing an ant. If it is really a life-and-death fight, he can lay down the feng shui overall situation, and it will not be inferior to the tyrants, but now it is only bullied. Life.
If you are as good at the flesh and body as Xuanyuan, and if the flesh is strong enough, there will be nothing to be feared. At least it will be able to withstand her half-style, and it will not be as miserable as it is now.
The group walked very fast, one step four or five miles, the speed was so fast, it was just a walk, and did not deliberately hurry, but the pace was like a blast, but did not raise a drop of sand, the group seemed very low-key.
Many devout people who have sought the Buddha all the way, can see the speed of the Xuanyuan people, can not help but look shocked, if they can be like their speed, even if they step by step, nine steps and one worship, there is hope to reach the 'Litho Buddhist Temple', but They are all ascetic, all the way to practice, keep moving forward, and the speed is constantly increasing.
Soon, I arrived at the oasis that Xuanyuan had previously said. It was seen by Xuanyuan through the real eye. It is 360,000 miles away. It is far from far, and it is not too close. Some people There is no way to walk this long distance in poverty. I can only fall down the yellow sand everywhere, be buried, and die silently. It can be said that this piece of land at the foot does not know how many devout Buddha bones are buried. .
This oasis, all over the grass, is surrounded by the yellow sand sea, filled with incomparably strong heaven and earth, and nourishes the people on this land, the air is full of thick mist, zero Scattered, there are several ancient trees in the sky, the branches are like every dragon, it looks like a dragon, lifelike, leaves thick and strong, each of the ancient trees are painted with exquisite avenues, obviously these ancient trees are going through Many robberies have grown up to this day.
In this oasis, Xuanyuan sees many Buddhist monks resting here. In the center of the oasis, there is an extremely clear lake, which can reflect the clarity of the sky and the magnificentness of the yellow sand sea. From a point of view, the scenery reflected is not the same, and even can see the mirage, showing a big Buddha country, magnificent, solemn and solemn.
Within the country of Buddhism, the Buddhist people worshipped devoutly, and the power of faith rushed like the sea. Everyone was bloody, strong and strong, and the spirit was strong. They were harmonious and peaceful, guarding their own land. The Sanskrit can be heard everywhere, the boundless Dharma, descending from the sky, everywhere. Raw lotus, blossoming everywhere, grass long eagle flying, the scene is prosperous, people look forward to peace and harmony.
Xuanyuan and others waited to see this scene, could not help but feel a thousand, the Buddha is really a small, but a small oasis can actually see such an atmosphere.
"One flower, one bliss, one sand, one world, one tree, one bodhi, one leaf, one leaf, one water, one Buddha..." Xuanyuan thought thoughtfully, whispered, at this moment Xuanyuan was dressed in ancient robes, buds, friends Flying in the robes of the sacred robes, the average person can't see them, but they will all be treated as Buddhist disciples.
It doesn't cause too much attention from others, because in the Buddhism, there are many ancient animals, but they are all surrendered to the mounts and become harmless, not to mention hurting people. The little beast.
But Ba Ji is not the same, hegemony is boiling, the war is like the sky, like the sea, the tide is rolling, forcing countless people have to motivate their own blood, the power can compete against the infinite War, her breath and the harmony of the Buddha's door, out of place.
Almost as soon as she stepped into this oasis, everyone looked at the tyrants, and they couldn’t help but frown. They could all feel the power of the tyrants. As long as the tyrants did not attack them, they would naturally not Say more.
The children in Buddhism are the most tolerant of the major forces. As long as they do not invade them, they will not hurt.
Xuanyuan sighed and looked at the tyrants. He didn't say anything. The tyrant Ji Dunton said: "Is it if I want to rush me away? I feel that I am with you, it will be very unsightly and cause trouble for you.

"Hah, there are, you don't think too much, but you can choose to converge your breath, it's just easy to fold, overbearing and king, take it all the time, too late, after all, we are now other people's land, or low-key It’s better to be introverted.
Xuanyuan smiled softly, and the words of the tyrants were turned on.
After the tyrants heard the words, they converge on the atmosphere of their hegemony that day, and express their kindness to the people. It’s just that the body is so ruthless. Some of the Buddha’s children who are present soon, the mustard in the heart is eliminated, that kind of body is natural. The tension that has arisen has naturally dissipated. They have also heard of the 'Blood Kings'. This Taikoo royal family can show kindness to them and make them feel very surprised.
In this place, the strength is different, some people only have the realm of immortality, and some people reach the peak of the Xianxian, and even some people simply let you see through.
"Let's find someone to ask for directions." Peng Fei came to Buddhism and always felt weird, probably because he had visited several ancient places where he lived.
In Buddhism, the ancient squats sit on the ground, not like other big forces, there will be such a big emphasis on the tombs, there may be a stone cliff, there may be a broken ancient temple, or an ordinary people’s home. He was lucky, let him meet a few times, let him get a treasure of the ancient sages, the old sages of the ancient sages, since he got, he can meet some strange things from time to time. For example, when practicing, there is an old face, smiling at him, shining with a chrysanthemum, making him feel creepy, or seeing a sigh of sighs from time to time, or from time to time. There is a kind of low-pitched old-fashioned Sanskrit, which makes him involuntarily start a goosebump, all kinds of weird, let him bring a cause and effect with Buddhism, so come to Buddhism, his heart is more or less there is still some resistance It’s just that after this catastrophe, he also understands that it’s always necessary to come back to the mix, so he made up his mind to come to Buddhism together, and what causes and effects have come together.
Xuanyuan naturally doesn't know what Peng Fei thinks in his heart. These things are not known. They look at the ancient shackles of the Quartet, or devoutly worshiping in the distance, or chanting the Sanskrit mantra, or meditating and condensing into a pound. The ambiguous idea made Xuanyuan embarrassed to harass, but not far away, Xuanyuan saw a monk, dressed in a ragged shackle, full of patches, with a broken hat, hand holding grass weaving The broken fan, walking four or five times, whispered in his mouth: "The wine is worn in the intestines, the Buddha's heart is left, there is no good wine, there is no good meat."
I saw a lot of Buddhism children looking at the old man who was ruined, and they couldn’t help but frown, but they still didn’t say much. Among the Buddhism, Mahayana Buddhism, the Hinayana Buddhism, and various branches, different, everyone The cultivation methods are different. As long as they do not infringe each other, they can still respect each other and make a place become so. It is really not easy.
Xuanyuan saw this person, could not help but move his mind, went forward and asked: "This master, we want to ask for directions, I don't know if it is convenient to give pointers."
The tattered monk looked at Xuanyuan with a sleepy look, and he smiled, revealing a black and yellow tooth: "If you ask where to go, please get the wine."
Xuanyuan’s mouth twitched and paused. From his own fighting ring, he took out the
Drunken Brewing
. This was the day’s family feast, and Xuanyuan’s deliberately left a jar, directly to the crazy monk in front of him, saying: "Master, this wine, how do you taste it."
The mad monk drank the wine from the jar and drank the gourd in his waist. After shaking for a while, he took a sip and looked intoxicated: "Yes, good, good wine, but there is a stealing taste." This wine is stolen."
Xuanyuan heard the words, jumped in the corner of his eyes, touched his nose, and said: "This is a friend who took the wind for me to wash the dust, stolen from his grandfather, and left the jar."
Xuanyuan had to be honestly accounted for. This crazy monk is absolutely not ordinary. Xuanyuan simply cannot see his depth. Although he is crazy, it is absolutely unusual.
"Well, okay, what do you want to ask, let's talk." The crazy monk looked drunk and fell directly to the ground, drinking a drunken sip.
"What does the master call?" Xuanyuan was polite.
"The poor law is worthy of the epilepsy." The epilepsy smiled and looked at Xuanyuan.
Xuanyuan’s heart moved and nodded.
Master, dare to ask ‘King Kong Ancient Temple’, which direction should I go.

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