Vol 2 Chapter 2132: Boy

"But, Xiaomou still accepts it first!" Looking at the old monk lying on the ground, the kind of serenity on his face, Xiao Hua couldn't help but feel sad, these things have been repeated several times, making him very happy. Uncomfortable, I always feel that it is difficult for good people in this world to report well, and the wicked are long-lived.
"Bing!" In the meantime, the Buddha relics read the mantra, and the gold of the size of the bowl fell on the old monk...
"Hey?" The golden light dissipated, and the soul of the old monk did not come out. The soul of the Buddha's nine-character mantra actually did not work for the old monk, but it made Xiao Hua quite surprised.
"Pro!" Then the Buddha relics were chanting the mantra. Without the expectation of Xiao Hua, the soul of the old monk still did not come out.
"Hey, the old man has been suffering for a lifetime, and in the end it was delayed by this seat!" Xiao Hua sighed, feeling that it was because he was enchanted and smashed the fish, so that the old monk was harmed, and even the soul did not escape from the hand of the demon, "Look, If the old monk is to be born, is it really necessary to use the secret secret technique to refine the old monk's relic?"
"However, how do you want to bring out the old monk's relics? Moreover, I have to walk in the Pure Land world. I don't know the language here is troublesome. Or do you have a look at the Buddhist scriptures of this small Linglong Temple!" Buddha Relics waved his hand and shot it with a Buddha light. The pagoda above the main hall was also included in the exquisite tower. After waiting for the Linglong Tower and the Buddha relic to be in the Mudanwan, Xiao Hua looked at the old monk who was lying on the ground. Very confused.
The old monk may not live tomorrow, but after all, it is very different from the death of the present. The old monk should still have a lot of confession to tell Xiao Hua that these must be taught after Xiao Hua's shaving. Now that the old monk is gone, Xiao Hua has become a black eye. However, for this kind of groping, Xiao Hua has become accustomed to it. It is very familiar to let the Buddha relics take out the Buddhist scriptures that have just earned the exquisite tower, and then they will take the old monk’s corpse into the Xiaokun bag and slowly walk out of the hall.
The sea-printing over the Xiaoling Temple was closed when Xiao Hua entered the hall. Now the bright and dazzling sunshine shines straight in the small courtyard, and the sun is very bright. Although Xiao Hua is not afraid. It is still natural to reach out and make a hand on the gazebo. In the rush that I just came, I went out in a hurry and didn't look at it. Now Xiao Hua travels across the small courtyard. It is even more sighing. This small Linglong Temple is better than the Seven Yang Temple. Even Jiang Chaoguan's bitterness seems to be more than a trace of fire in the hut, and there is no trace of life. I really don't know how the old monk is working here. After all, from him, Xiao Hua did not see the traces of practicing Buddhism.
The sun is very bright, standing under the sun does not feel particularly hot, but a very weird feeling is uploaded from Xiao Hua's skin. It seems to be roasting, but it seems to be wind blowing, but it is not at this time. What is the wind. The previous hurricane and heavy snow disappeared in a moment.
"When thousands of years ago, the predecessors of the Buddhism were laid out here. Even... The Xiaoling Temple was set up here. Is it just to wait for this seat?" Xiao Hua naturally would not be as pious as the old monk, thinking purely, watching This simple temple frowned and thought. "If so, Xiao’s life is naturally in the calculations of this predecessor? Hey, Xiaomou is too busy during the ten days, actually forgot..."
Thinking, Xiao Hua’s mind immediately entered the space and found the map of the Tibetan Immortals that was obtained in the Stars House. He said that he was thrown to the green robe Xiao Hua, and the green robe Xiao Hua was so embarrassing. Can be smashed by Xiao Hua a big cake, immediately shut up, pick up the jade, and hurriedly look up.
"Hey, it looks like it’s good to use it!" Xiao Hua’s mind quits the space and looks at the Yuan Ying, who is practicing in the knees of Dantian. It’s very proud. This Yuan Ying is a toon, which is the god. If you want to come out and take a look, you must use this Yuan Ying. Unfortunately, the Yuan Ying realm has not been stabilized at this time, and the baby body has not been fully solidified. Otherwise, several Yuanshens have already started to fight.
Of course, if the entire Yuan Ying is completely congested, it will be completed in the late Yuan Ying, but for Xiao Hua Yuan Ying, who is based on Tian Dao, and some secret techniques in the green robe Xiao Hua, several Yuanshen take turns to control the initial yuan. It’s not difficult to get out of the baby...
When Xiao Hua’s mind quit, there was news from the Buddha’s relic. Xiao Hua closed his eyes slightly and nodded, releasing the Buddha’s knowledge, about 999 feet away from Xiaoling Temple. Found what he was looking for.
Xiao Hua was supposed to use the technique of swaying the clouds, but he could stop and look down. He turned to look at the old monk who ate the butter tea. He walked over and took out a large wooden board from the inside. It was placed in front of the main hall, and then the old monk's body was taken out from the small Qiankun bag and placed solemnly on it. Finally, I returned to the main hall and turned out a dilapidated oil lamp from the inside of the fragrant case. After the incense case, Xiao Hua folded her hands together and recited words in her mouth. "There is no need to devote all karma to the earth." Amituopo night, 哆加加哆夜, 哆夜夜他,阿米利都,婆彼,阿米利哆, 眈眈婆彼, 阿米利哆, 皮迦兰谛, 阿米利哆, 皮迦兰哆, Gaya is greasy, Gaga, 枳多迦 隶, 莎婆诃..."
With the chanting voice of Xiao Hua’s curse, a glimpse of Buddha’s light was born again from the Buddha’s golden body and fell on the oil lamp. The dilapidated oil lamp flashed a glimmer of light, and a large lamp was born out of the oil lamp. .
"Amitabha, good, good!" Xiao Hua's Buddhist knowledge has been released, but he still did not find out how this light was born, Xiao Hua could not help but feel that the Buddha's method is subtle.
Xiao Hua held the oil lamp in one hand. The light of the oil lamp was not inferior in the daylight. The other hand of Xiao Hua was holding the wooden board. The old monk’s body was lying on it, and the sun was shining on the body. It is a little holy, even if it is like a bitter chrysanthemum, it also shows an unspeakable smile. Xiao Hua went out of Xiaoling Temple and walked toward the west side of the temple.
The Daxue Mountain where Xiaoling Temple is located is a huge mountain range. The Snow Mountain is one of the highest peaks. Xiao Hua falls from the highest point of the Snowy Mountain. At this time, it is walking along the mountains of the Snow Mountain. At the foot of Xiao Hua, there is no mountain road. It is just some stones that are slightly chiseled. These stones are not clearly seen under the thick snow. However, the heart of the heart is devout Xiaohua step by step. Stepping on the snow, the sound of "吱吱" sounded at the foot, this sound is like the only sound between heaven and earth, which makes Xiao Hua's heart more and more quiet. The farther you go, the bigger the wind above the mountains. The light of a bean lamp above the oil lamp seems to be unaffected.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine feet look very far, but step by step, after all, there is end. At the end of the road is a small groove. Although there is some snow, but in the mountain wind, the snow has been blown thin, revealing the dark rock. If you look carefully, you will find this mountain. The blackness of the rock is different from the color of the rock outside the groove. This darkness is a piece of film, a cluster, a trace of silk, which should be made by fire. Xiao Hua’s gaze fell here, and his eyes showed compassion. He has already learned from the Buddhist scriptures of Xiaoling Temple that this groove is the place where the smoldering Xiaoling Temple is located. In the past ten thousand Buddhas have died here. The Buddha's fire from their ruins burned the mountains and rocks of this mountain into black!
Xiao Hua respectfully walked to the groove, carefully bent over, ready to put the old monk's body on the groove. At this time, a very indifferent Buddhist knowledge swept from a distance, just like a clear wave from the snowy mountains over there!
"Oh?" This Buddha’s sudden awkwardness, Xiaohua had no time to change clothes, but when he frowned, his mind was flashing, the technique of shape was immediately displayed, and the face of a small nose and small eyes turned out. It is the appearance of Zhang Xiaohua. However, it was only an instant, and Xiao Hua’s idea changed again. The small nose became tall and straight, and the small eyes became big and fascinated, which became another appearance.
The illusion of appearance, Xiao Hua is not in a hurry, simply put the groove of the old monk's body, hands together, look into the distance. However, although Xiao Hua is still standing, the Buddha relics in the mud pill palace are busy making a group. The Buddha relics have only seen the Buddhist scriptures roughly. I didn’t intend to read the records about the language of the Pure Land world now. Seeing that someone is coming, Xiao Hua can only let the Buddha relics quickly look up and sell it now.
I know that after the aura was broken, Xiao Hua’s ingenuity has turned upside down. The words that used to take a lot of effort to master, but the time of a meal has a look. Xiao Hua’s ecstasy is getting more and more secure.
Just in the heart of Xiao Hua’s meditation and familiarity with the words of the Pure Land world, but listening to Xiao Hua’s very strange sound of the beast, the blue clouds in the distance seemed to fly like Qinglian. I saw a blue lion above the clouds. This blue lion looks a bit weird. It has a pure cyan mane from beginning to end. There is no variegated color. Even if it is under the foot, it is also a big blue lotus. There is no other color, and the blue lion looks very fierce. It is a flash of blue brilliance among the scorpions bigger than the fist. Look at the blue lion, sitting cross-legged with a boy dressed in an armor, the boy's lips with red teeth and white face with a dust, the head is not bare, but with five hairpins, each above the hairpin There is a brand like a golden dragonfly, on which the Buddha's golden body is engraved, the boy is not empty, the left hand is holding a green lotus, the long stems are the size of the lotus bowl and the lotus is opening; the boy's right hand is taken With a blue sword, the sword is unscientific, and I don’t see anything special... (to be continued.)