The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

The reason why Ai Beibei can not see anyone around him is also very clear, because he is now running with the cat in circles of transparent ripples.

It seems that people in the same world who are not in the same dimension, even though they live in the same world at the same time, can't feel each other's existence at all.

Gu Zheng was surprised, and this curiosity prompted him to continue watching.

Ai Beibei followed the black cat's footsteps as if running for a long time before the surrounding scenes changed, and when he recovered again, they had arrived in the backyard of the temple.

At this time, Ai Beibei suddenly saw a living person in the backyard. He ran towards the group of people with a little excitement, and called for help loudly: "Master! Master! The people in the hall disappeared. It happened. What happened!"

He feels that his roar is loud enough, and the big ones have used the greatest strength of his life, but the people in the courtyard seem to be nonexistent, and they are still having their own conversations there.

At this time, the courtyard was full of monks, and everyone was hiding their faces and weeping, and a sad atmosphere was enveloped in this small courtyard, as if the existence of any outsider was superfluous.

I saw that the center point surrounded by those people was in a Zen room in this backyard, and on the most central couch in that room, there was an old monk crooked.

His age looks really big, old age spots all over his arm, but from his benevolent face full of smile lines, he can feel that even now he is facing death, but his mood , But it is joyful.

Because his favorite big apprentice is now by his side, the face that has not changed for thousands of years, finally brings the sadness of popularity.

Yes, the master of this world's client finally, at his eighty-eight-year-old age, walked towards the sudden moment of death and decline.

And it was at this moment that he didn't forget to comfort this apprentice who was pushing himself too tight.

"No desire, Master, I'm leaving now. From then on, there will be no old man wasting food and will hold you back."

Hearing these words from Master, Master Wuyu burst into tears. If Liao Wangshu is still there now, he is willing to use his ten-year life span in exchange for Master and his elder's survival for even a moment.

He came to this world, and it was not his parents who accompanied him and raised him, but the somewhat unreliable old man in front of him.

In the life of laughing and cursing, in a difficult environment, it was this old man, smiling and eating chaff, raising him and putting his life's hard work into his own hands.

And now, the current self is indeed so weak and weak, even the ability to retain the dearest person does not exist.

Thinking of this, Wuyu hung his head in pain, and the big tears fell silently on the ground.

He didn't even think about whether his middle-aged self would affect his image as an eminent monk.

At this moment, he was crying like a child, he was already running out of water and couldn't help himself.

The more so, the more worried the old man above, who was on the bed and leaning on the bedding without the strength, became more worried.

When he touched Cong lightly, the round head was still the novice monk's round head. I want to give him the last bit of strength to the children raised by his own hands.

"No desire, no crying. My passing away is not the end of a person. The Bodhisattva will take me to the Western Paradise."

"There are more Dharma that saves all living beings, there are more ethereal and moving Zen, there are thousand-year immortal spiritual fruit, and I just changed a place to serve our Buddha."

"A hundred years of life, there will be reincarnation. This time, let you, an ineffective master, go and see for you first. When you get there, I will still be your nurturer. Pulling the immature you to move on."

"What's more, the Buddhism talks most about being out of the world and entering the world. Maybe many years later, as a Taoist monk, I will be reincarnated again?"

"At that time, you can be my guide, teach me well, and become a greater monk than my desireless disciple."

Knowing the desirelessness of my master's heart, he nodded heavily, watching the big hand that had given him warmth for countless times slowly left his forehead and pointed out the window of the meditation room.

There, there is a relatively gentle hillside, green trees and green hills, and some unknown flowers blooming.

"Just there, I don't expect high monk relics, but if I am just a mortal body, please bury me there."

"It's the closest to your meditation room. When you are underground, listening to your daily chanting, I will not be lonely anymore."

After that, that hand seemed to be greedy for the last bit of warmth in this world, and gently covered the tearful eyes of the Wuyu Mage.

After being stained with tears of sadness for him, he sank weakly.

And along with this action was the heart-piercing roar of the Master of No Desire, as if to roar out the love of admiration for many years, and the **** between him and the master for many years.

"Master! Master!"

And the two roars were accompanied by the ringing of bells from the main hall of Huangjue Temple.

"The sixth generation of Huangjue Temple presided over, and the Supreme Elder passed away!"

Accompanied by this chanting were the three beatings of Master Wu Desi in front of his master, and his forehead became blue and purple at that moment, so that everyone could see how true and sincere he was.

And from today onwards, a generation of Wishless Mage has truly embarked on the path of holy desirelessness, and there is no stumbling block in this world that can stop him from going to the path of the strongest abbot.

Ai Beibei saw that this desperate mage staggered out of the meditation room as if no one was in the realm. He hurried to the other side and waved his hand vigorously towards him: "Master, master, what? What's the matter? I came here with a tour group. Have you found out where all the tourists here have gone?"

And as if only the Master of No Desire could see him, I saw that the Master who looked at him still had tears on his face at this time, but his face was like a body, without any emotion.

Master Wu Desi just gave Ai Beibei a cold look, but when he saw the black cat not far away, his face softened a bit.

Then, he flicked his sleeves toward Ai Beibei and said, "Go, mortals who strayed into it, this is not an era you can stay for long."

With this wave of his sleeve robe, Ai Beibei seemed to have a gust of wind blowing, and directly pushed him towards the outside.

Ai Beibei, who took three steps, covering his face to block the wind, stopped his retreat.

But when he took off the arm covering his face after the hurricane passed, he found that he was still in the backyard.

Only this time, those large groups of monks were gone.

There are only a few people in the backyard today.

There is only one in the middle, who is still a monk.

I saw an old monk with a majestic appearance, his age was already hanging down, his beard was so white that he was hanging on his chest, as if he had ignored everything around him, sitting in the backyard's control field. Frequently kowtow to the person in front of him, turning a blind eye like a stone heart.

And even if this old monk reacted like this, the young man on the opposite side didn't show any irritation at all, just pleading bitterly.

"It is enough to ask the master to save the blood of my lord Zhu Yunwen. Only the master has the ability and courage to accept the master of my family in this world."

Listening to this person's voice, it was slightly sharp, and the clothing on his body was actually dressed like an ancient person, and the sound of kowtow was smashing, as if it was really kowtow. Let Ai Beibei, who ran in front of them, dismissed the idea of ​​what kind of crew they were actors.

What's more, where he stood, there was a boy who was fifteen or six years old, but whose eyes were as pure as a newborn baby, as if he was very curious about all the things in this world, looking around. The surrounding environment.

But these three people, without exception, seemed to be unable to see the existence of his Ai Beibei, ignoring his harsh screams just now.

Ai Beibei, who became more and more weird, when he was about to push the boy closest to him, he felt that the other party’s body seemed to have a barrier that was difficult to touch, and his hands simply couldn’t touch the other party’s body .

Seeing this situation, Ai Beibei was even more panicked, but his eyes seemed to be forcing to observe all this, watching what was in front of him, slowly happening.

The old monk knocked out blood on the opponent's head, and when the boy next to him was still blankly ignorant, he finally moved a heart of compassion.

He sighed, and slowly said: "When Master Wuyu passed away, he once asked me when he passed me the position of presiding."

"Huangjue Temple and the Zhu family's dynasty complement each other, so that it can last for thousands of years and be passed on."

"I wait for people outside the party. I shouldn't have been involved in royal affairs. The internal struggles of the Zhu family and the ordinary transfer of power are not something that the monks can intervene~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but this is called Zhu. Kyu’s child has been demoted to a commoner since he was two years old, and has been imprisoned under the roots of the imperial city. How can he be released now?"

"Since you have come out, why do you come to this Huangjue Temple to become a monk again?"

Hearing the old monk’s question, the **** who stood beside him finally raised his head. The despair and deep sarcasm on his face actually made Ai Beibei, who scratched his head and scratched his head, all the time. Forgot to jump up and down.

I saw that old eunuch, viciously wiped his **** forehead with his sleeve, and gritted his teeth to explain.

"This Zhu anti-thief, oh, is also the emperor Judi now called by the people. His heart is too vicious."

"Not only the prince who ordered my emperor himself, but the orthodox Emperor Jianwen was forced to death, and he didn't even plan to let go of his blood."

"Yes, he has guaranteed that my master will grow up without any worries, but when he banned the master, my master was only two years old!"

"These are nothing. Even if you die within a high wall like this, the old slave will not hate it like this."

"Because after all, the master can eat and drink, and spend his life without worries and sorrows."

"But what did the traitor do? When the master grows up, he is going to return his freedom, or we must be grateful for Dade's freedom."

"If he gives money and food and can consider letting our master out, I will be fine."

"But he didn't deliver anything by an inch, and he didn't let any servants follow him out."

"I actually intended the master to starve to death on the street like this!"

Hearing this, Ai Beibei looked at this fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. He was a little bit contemptuous, with hands and feet, and free air. How could he starve to death?

Are you teasing me?