The Immortal’s Poison

A group of scattered people from all over the world looked at each other. After a while, a burst of laughter broke out suddenly. They entered the Emei Mountain treasure hunt. They were ready to fight against the martial arts in the mountain. No one expected that the first one to block the road. It was actually a little doll monk.

Before the laughter stopped, the young monk turned back bitterly: "You ... no ... can't go up the mountain!"

The old man of Gongye narrowed his eyes and looked at the young monk: "Who is your master?"

The young monk saw that the old man was relatively clean in dress, and the long one was not so weird. Although it was so stern, he was not too afraid to look at it. He scratched his head with a wooden fish hammer and asked with a puzzled face: "Master's name The number is ... I forgot. "

A middle-aged skinny man with a thief's eyebrows smiled sharply: "The young monk's fine skin and tender meat, plus some carrots and stewed out, must be delicious!"

The young monk's legs were trembling, his lips were blue and gray, and the baby fat on his face had jumped suddenly, and he dared not talk anymore. He endured the fear and shook his head not to let it go.

Xiao Yi lay in Wen Leyang's ear and smiled: "That person tastes like you."

Wen Leyang shook his head seriously: "I only eat raw!" After a while, I was busy and added: "I mean carrot."

The red aunt looked at the young monk's eyebrows and showed her love, and she was overflowing with love. Without looking at how to make a move, she floated to the head of the team and turned back to scold the thin man who had just spoken: "Do some nonsense to scare the child. I'm afraid your reputation as Qiu's fourth son is not enough "After talking, I comforted the young monk softly:" Don't be afraid of the child, go back to the temple and find your master, let the way go. "

Xiao Shami looked at the old woman gratefully, and hesitatedly shook her head: "Master ... Master ... Master let ... Let ..."

Aunt Red ’s old face was distressed except for the white powder: “Good boy, do n’t be afraid, say it slowly! This group of mixed people will scare a good boy.”

"No ... not ... scary, I ... stutter ... God ... born!"

Hundreds of people here are all arrogant and arrogant masters. They are usually not afraid of the earth. They are not evil, and those who are big and self-cultivating are not willing to provoke them. As a result, when I saw the place, I was stopped by a child. These people all hold their identities. No one wants to bully the young monk in the face of so many people. However, after holding each other for a while, some people ca n’t help it. The black fat man with a very sharp temperament couldn't bear it first, jumped out of the team and scolded: "Red Aunt is not talking to him nonsense, the boy will get away, otherwise ..." As he turned his hands, his palms turned towards the sky He yelled a strange word.

Swayed in the quiet sky, a van-sized stone fell from the sky, rubbed a wailing wailing in the air, and smashed it towards a grove not far away.

A group of people applauded, and some face scornful.

The little monk, who had been scared to death, suddenly screamed with a high jump, and the fat and chubby body turned into a vigorous young dragon in the air, spinning around the boulder falling from the sky, and the wooden fish hammer in the hand. Knock on the edge of the stone.

When the boulder was about to hit the head of the woods, there was a muffled noise, and the boulder burst into powder, and it fell into the forest without any strength.

The young monk also returned to the red aunt, who was still in a terrified fright: "The tree ... does not grow ... it is not easy ... one grass in Emei Mountain ... one grass ... one grass ..." Listening to the scratch on the CD .

Hundreds of free repairs are like a group of ducks that have been beheaded suddenly. They are suddenly silent, staring at the little monk in front of them. The power of the boulder just now is not too great for them. Many of them can crush or hide Open, but there are not many people who can make it into powder like a young monk.

Aunt Red quickly stepped back a few steps, and the color on her original face was completely gone, replaced by cold sternness: "It turns out that the old lady looked away and was stupid as a good person. Thank you, Master, I didn't take the hammer just now Give me a look. "

The young monk didn't seem to understand why the old woman suddenly turned her face, eager to explain, but in a hurry, she couldn't say a word.

Aunt Red continued to sneer: "Xiaohongxi, North Hebei, Red Aunt is not overwhelming, and wants to ask for advice, please give a name to Master! I don't remember who my master is, I will never forget my name. Right. "

There was a sound of Zizuo Suo's voice from behind him.

Nine young bald monks, like a trick, came out from the boulder where the little monk had just inhabited, and walked to the little monk one by one.

The little monk took a breath and stretched out his fat hand to stammer at the red aunt: "Let ... let Xuan, Xuanbird come ... say!"

A monk in his early thirties took a step cheerfully, and Shili sang to the crowd aloud: "Da Leiyin Temple, the black bird has seen all the gods." His tone was neither humble nor overbearing, and he seemed to have a faint smile. Not at all mindful of the situation in front of me.

The most recent five generations of monks ’names in the Great Mercy Temple are good, Greek, mysterious, Zen, and extinct. There are few old monks with good characters, and they have long ignored the world hidden in the temple to concentrate on the Buddha. Now in the temple The abbot and the presiding officers of the various academies are monks of the Greek character generation. The monk in front of him claimed to be a black bird. In this way, his seven or eight-year-old young stutterer uncle was actually a monk of the Chinese character generation.

These loosely-repaired people all have strange expressions, whispering and whispering, and Red Aunt hesitantly looks at Xiaokipba: "Are you a monk of Greek characters?"

Xiao Moo folded his hands together: "Great Temple of Mercy, I hope ... I hope."

Xiaoyi covered her mouth and smiled softly: "Sacrifice, this name is not very lucky."

Wen Leyang shook his head and didn't speak. He didn't know the rules of seniority in the Daleiyin Temple. Even if he knew, he didn't understand what the Greek monks from Emei Mountain meant to the instructors, but even if he understood at least Then the wooden fish hammer of a big stone was knocked into powder.

The red aunt seemed to want to say something. Niulix jumped out impatiently, and the big mace in his hand shook twice: "The monk escaped. We hundreds of loose repairers went up the mountain in gangs, never thought of dealing with it. In the Great Mercy Temple, there will be a different treasure in the world that cuts Yanfeng. This thing has been spread all over the world. You ca n’t even cover it ... "He is a big man, he said it when he thought about it, anyway, everyone Know what he means.

The black bird shook his head with a trace of helplessness: "The gods and goddesses, what kind of heavenly auspicious and strange treasures are all nonsense, and the ancient caves that cut Yanfeng are not false, but there are no treasures. On the contrary, it is a great fierce. Now, some of the first monasteries in the monastery are chopping off Yanfeng Peak to develop the ins and outs of this matter. Many brothers and sisters are practicing the mountain protection array on the peak. If you go up hurriedly, I am afraid that there will be danger. It ’s better to follow me to the other courtyard to rest and use some vegetarian food. After the elders and brothers are removed, we will lead you up the mountain. "

The reporter who had previously smashed the camera by Niu Lisi suddenly opened his mouth, with a gentle and sorrowful spirit: "The monk sealed the Yanfeng and told us that there is no baby on the mountain?"

Coax, all of a sudden, the casual repairers who had just appeared to hesitate all became grievous.

"The monk's mind is not correct, want to hide baby!"

"The monk quickly got out, annoying the ancestors, which temple do you care about!"

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A group of people pointed at the monks and utterly scolded, and there were dialects in all directions from the south to the north. Xiao Xiaoba was exposed and stomped in anxiety. The monks of the Xuanzi generation were not angry ~ www.readwn.com ~ They all have a faint smile.

Scattering more and more chaotically, and gradually scolded from the bald monk to the lame neighbor of the nun's house. Niu Lux stood at the head of the team and scolded the most effort. The red aunt and the old man of Gongye couldn't stop crying a few times. With a smile, he took a step and sang a long line of Buddha: "A ~ Mi ~ Tuo ~ Buddha ~"

Amidst the chaotic swearing, this buddha is like a trace of coolness, digging from everyone's ear drum into the heart.

At the same time, echoes from far mountains came back from all directions. The other eight monks stepped forward and chanted Buddha in turn, one sentence after another, overlapping with the echo between the valleys. After the ninth monk chanted, Xuan The bird sounded again, but in between the fingers, the euphoria of the buddha, which had made people's hearts calm, had gathered into a vast sky, and it became a loud noise generally made by Hong Zhong, which hit everyone's heart. The self-cultivators who are low-cultivated only feel that there is rapid blood flow all over the body. No matter how hard the heart beats, they can't keep up with the speed of blood flow. They have covered their chests with their hands and sat pale on the ground.

It's Wen Leyang, Xiao Yi, Mu Mu, but I feel that the sound is loud, and the ears are uncomfortable, but there is no other strange feeling. The Brahma singing of the Great Mercy Temple shocks the world, and the Buddha is pure Yuanyang. The power attracted Tianwei to directly attack the innate true energy of the enemy's hard practice, and it took a long time to disperse the accumulation of the practitioners.

Several people in Wen Leyang have neither Yuanshen nor vitality, but they are all right.

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