Stealing The Heavens

The 241th chapter of the Zen House

The Tibetan Buddhist Temple, Lin Sensen, can be seen everywhere in the linden tree surrounded by people growing in front of the house.

In the middle of a large hall with a length of more than ten feet, there are several golden Buddha statues, and a dozen small monks ranging from three to five years old to seventeen and eighty years old are reading a statue of Buddha under the leadership of a flower lord. Buddhist scriptures. The old man of the armor did not have a little bit of Buddha's power to repair it, but the Buddha's body was entangled, and there was a circle of Buddha light behind his head. It was obviously a well-informed person who studied Buddha.

Other small monks, a few younger ones, have fallen asleep on the futon. Those who are older are responding to the saying that the little monk is ignorant, sitting on the futon without a word, from time to time Nose, sniffing the aroma of the big steamed bun from the backyard.

The little monk holding the beggar took him straight through the main hall, bypassed the apse and wing in the double courtyard, and came to the backyard. There are several simple huts in the backyard. On the left is more than 30 acres of farmland. The half-yellow and half-green rice is just right, and there are a few acres of vegetables filled with vegetables and radishes. On the right is the house firewood house and several stone houses built by big stones. The smell of the soup is floating in a stone house.

An eight-foot-tall, skinny old monk is swinging and holding a pot of gruel out of the house to feed the hounds that are playing in front of the huts. When the monk holding the beggar saw the old man, he shouted: "Master, the disciple has created a seven-level floating battalion. Unfortunately, the mana is shallow, only half is made, and the rest is all dependent on you!"

The old man twitched and turned his head. The cold light in the eyes was like electricity. He did not swept away. This slowly nodded: "Good, good, good, this friend is very hurt. Hey, this friend is being After robbing the money, it still robbed the color? How did the clothes have been smashed?" The eyes swept over the black dragon ring and the ring of Yuling, which was hung on the chest. The old man suddenly laughed: "It seems to be a robbery." The money of Daoyou is not a little less!"

The old monk and the young monk echoed back and forth, and they were so angry that they almost jumped up and broke their bald heads. This little monk is nothing but the initial cultivation of Jin Dan. The old monk is also sloppy and mixed with the strength of Jin Dan’s peak. If they lose their daring, they will dare to go to their own homes when they meet the hard-working monks. It’s hard not to be them. Do you know that there is a saying in the world called 'unpredictable'?

Looking at the old monk's bright smile, don't cough with a violent cough, smiled bitterly: "The master laughed. Hey, the poor road just touched a few opposites, and the parry was not hurt. The body was also burned by the head. Dare to ask the master Buddha?"

The old monk put down the porridge pot, and the ten-long long voice: "The old man hides his heart, that is the old gangster."

Don’t be jealous of the praises of the men’s and men’s apprentices. The law of the two is really subtle and clever and simple. The huts on the side of a hut suddenly open, and a hoarse voice is heard: "Master, we have to leave this time. Ghost place? Daily green vegetables and radishes, disciples can't stand it! Disciples want to eat meat, drink alcohol, ask women!"

Accompanied by this dry and unpleasant voice, his face was ugly, wearing a rugged linen robes, and the **** madman who walked unsteadily walked out with a high foot. The blood madman is thinner than the first time he saw him. He was so thin that he had a good comparison with the old monk of the Tibetan heart. He always felt that the blood madman was as thin as the Rwandan refugees on the earth. Except for a pair of white big eyes and two rows of white teeth, I can't see anything at all.

The blood madman glared at a cane stick and walked out. He complained that the living conditions in the Tibetan Buddhist Temple were too bad, and then he smiled and laughed: "Hey, let the madman look at it, which is the unlucky one and our teacher." Like the two, they were saved by the monk here? Hey, we have been licking the green radish for half a year, and the meat has not seen it!"

Don't stare at the blood madman, just walked out of the hut, the eyes were sore by the sun, and the **** madman who blinked his eyes suddenly saw that he was not stunned. The two eyes stared at each other for a long time, and the blood madman screamed: "Master, it's not good, come to the door!"

The violent cough came, accompanied by the rushing footsteps, and the same thin, but still burly and sinister striding out from another hut. As soon as I got out of the hut, my body swayed and I almost fell to the ground. He stared at him, staring at his fingers and shouting: "Do you really want to kill them? We have been hiding here, are you still not letting us go?"

I stroking my cheeks, and I don’t want to find out that when I was in the underground, in order to deal with the dead body, he had already refused to keep the magic of changing looks and body shape. Now he is exposed to the shackles and blood madmen. It is his original appearance.

With a wry smile, don't shake your head and say: "Two, one can stay for a few years, can you be well? You can run so far!"

Don’t be jealous of the apprentices and blood madmen. They don’t even know what the outside world is. They actually ran all the way from Pantheon to Pangu, and it seems that they were seriously injured after being seriously injured. This makes him not admire.

Sigh a sigh, don't be the first to say: "With such a large Pangu mainland, we can all meet, and it really has a fate!"

Hey, blood madman stayed and looked at each other. They saw that they were not malicious to their mentoring and apprenticeship, and that they were also seriously injured. Even their fingers were hard to move. It didn't seem like they were chasing their mentoring.

Indulge in a moment, screaming and screaming and laughing: "You are not coming to chase us! To kill someone, you don't want to be jealous, not qualified enough!"

The blood madman sneered a few times. He slammed his fingers and joints and made a '咔咔' crisp sound. He sneered: "Master, is it better to be this kid here? He is the granddaughter of Yan Dan, who is the one who reinvented the Master. There can be Yandan Nafu!"

"Well?" The old monk of the Tibetan heart looked at each other. A few punches hit the head of the blood madman. The old monk yelled: "Let's go! Here is the net of Buddhism, how can you kill and kill? I met each other and fled here after being seriously injured. It proves that you have a relationship with Buddhism. It is the meaning of the Buddha. Let you meet here and resolve the hatred! Whoever dares to say that killing and killing, even the green radish has no food. La!"

The blood madman was beaten ‘吱吱’ and screamed, and he hugged his head and fled to the side.

The old monk is waiting for the lessons of blood madness, and the door of the next room suddenly opens. One is born with a fat body and tall, and the height is high. The waist is at least one foot and two feet. Step out. The monk had a basket of hoes in his left hand, and a pot of green radish mixed with glutinous rice porridge in his right hand, shouting: "Open the meal, open the meal, the vultures have come to eat!"

After a tea time, at the gate of the Tibetan Buddhist Temple, the words of the scorpion, the scorpion, and the blood madman squatted on the threshold of the height of the temple. The left hand licked the head of the two children’s heads, and the right hand was carrying a The bowl of the size of the adult door is filled with vegetables, radishes, rice porridge without a little oil and salt, and looks deep into the valley.

Take a bite of a steamed pork head that is as hard as a stone, and take a porridge of rice porridge without a little bit of taste. Don’t take a deep breath: "Changxin Wang Shitu, this kind of food will already be After half a year? Wronged you, it is a grievance!"

Hey, blood madman wants to cry and tears, looking at the rough grain on his hands, slowly opening his mouth, licking a hoe.

"If the king is seriously injured, he will not be able to absorb the aikido of the heavens and the earth. He can only rely on these rice noodles to replenish his strength. This king has already been.... I have already broken these bald heads, burned this temple, and baked these vultures! "Yu's body is groaning. He whispered, "In half a year, one hundred and eighty-nine days, there is only one such food that is not eaten by pigs and dogs every day..."

The blood madman cried in a low voice: "There is no wine, no beauty, nothing."

The voice of the cockroach screamed and said: "Only a group of old monks, monks, and monks are surrounded by you and say that you and Buddhism have a relationship. You must shave your hair as a monk. Don't let this king restore magical power. Otherwise, otherwise..."

Don't look at the teacher and apprentice, sigh and sigh: "If you save your life, you can't forget. If you kill your savior, you are guilty, and you will be enchanted by the magical obstacles that you will practice in the future!"

I didn’t squirt a bite of blood. I didn’t take a look at it, and I didn’t bother to look at him.

Instead of paying attention to it, he found a blood madman and asked him about the experience of the mentoring and the past two years.

The matter was also very simple. On that day, they killed Yu Hetian. After the digestive digestion of the Yuanyin gas from the jade body, the mentor and the disciples returned to the capital, and they just returned to the capital. I was asked by Su Meier to enlighten me.

When the sorrows and sorrows are not allowed to die, the Yan Dan led all the masters of the Great Yan Dynasty to give a powerful blow, and almost turned it into a fly ash on the spot. Fortunately, the great joy of the treasure wheel is great, and the blood madman who was also seriously injured has escaped all the way. The masters and the apprentices fled, and after the Wanxianxing and Baiyunxing, from the Baiyunxing and Xiaodongyuan, and then the general environment, then they evaded the pursuit, all the way to rob the monks to rob the Lingshi, and fled to the Pangu.

On the Pangu Continent, the mentoring and the two have been scarred and die. However, their color is not dead, the road encounters a few beautiful women to repair the road, and immediately rushed to rob the color, ready to **** several furnaces. God knows that the beautiful women's backstage is extremely hard. I just snatched away the two women's repairs in the realm of Jindan. A thirty-two product fairy came through the air, and almost hit a **** madman. Grayed away.

Both the master and the teacher were lucky enough to escape, but they could have had a few strengths. When they were saved by the small monk who saved the Tibetan Buddhist monasteries, they were already dying and smashed, and they were no different from ordinary mortals. If this is not the case, how can he stay in the temple of the Buddhist temple with awkward nature?

Listening to the cry of the blood madman, don't be stunned by the laughter, and suddenly there is a cloud of light shining above the valley. A group of Yunxia holds seven or eight young men who are handsome and beautiful.

The handsome man who led the team handed out a small storage bag to the beggars. He said coldly: "This mountain is the site of my hometown and the city. There are hundreds of lower spirits. , you are allowed to move out within a quarter of an hour, otherwise we will sneak out of your broken temple!"

Don't squat and pick up the storage bag in front of him.

What is this? Did he encounter a forced demolished version of the Pangu mainland version?