Chapter 728： Lingshan Buddha

"What about my hair?"

Nanzhao Minzhou, in the area of ​​Beishen Mountain, a place where almost everyone is familiar, but never knows where it is, there is a fairy mountain, everywhere Zen sound, film Buddhism, it is reported here, time has been a long time, The stone will nod, and the practitioners will encounter the magic barrier. When they come here, they will practice for a period of time, and they will naturally be clear and clear, and the road of enlightenment will be filled with incredible spirituality. It is the place where the Mahayana Buddhism originated. Call it Lingshan, one of the most holy places between heaven and earth. pbtt.

Among the Lingshan Temples, there is an ancient temple, Qingsong stone, smog, and for thousands of years, it is quiet and detailed, and even the birds are singing, they all seem to be soft and soft, and will not break the quietness of this place, but add a little more to the mountains. Meaning, of course, this is the past, and now in the Lingshan Temple, suddenly there is a mourning that kills pigs, and flies a **** and ruins the peace.

"The brothers are in a hurry, the brothers are in a hurry, they have to enter my Lingshan Temple, naturally they have to shave the three thousand troubles..."

A panicked voice constantly discouraged, listening to the sound seemed to be scared.

"I don't worry about your uncle, who is really shaving my hair..."

In a large hall on the mountainside of Lingshan Temple, the Senran Buddha statue is solemn and sacred, while below, a gray dress monk is full of suffocating, carrying a knife to find someone to fight desperately, saying that it is a monk, but unlike a round head There is no fragrant scent, and from the skin of the neck and the wrists of both hands, it is covered with black verses, which looks like a tattoo that has been left.

"Amount, brother, just shaved his head, don't you have to kill?"

Opposite the gray monk, there is a little monk with a white robe, who is secretly holding the razor's hand behind him.

"Why don't you? Whoever shaves my hair, I cut my head, and the Buddha does not give face!"

The monk of the gray clothes turned around and looked at the fierceness of the body. I really wanted to pick a knife and cut people.

"It's no wonder that Bai Shishu lie to me to shave his head to the brothers. I am miserable..."

The little monk in white secretly complained. The heart cursed the white master who lied to himself.

"Dead vulture, is the head you shaved for me?"

The monk of the gray clothes pointed at the tip of the white monk, and asked with vigilance.

"No, no. How could it be me? Xiao Yan only knows how to go through the meditation and never touches a knife..."

"What is your hand?"

"Heheheheheheha!"

"Take it out and show it to me!"

"Do you want to read the Buddhist scriptures? I went to the Tibetan Buddhist Scriptures to help you..."

"I rub you to show me... well, dead vulture, it really is the head you shaved me. pbtt. I hacked you..."

"Oh, my brother is forgiving, I don't dare anymore..."

A gray, white and two body shape around the Wannian ancient temple chasing and slamming up, the handsome and holy little monk called the same as killing pigs, enough to chase after half an hour to finish, the little monk is good I didn't lose my head, but the two beautiful faces on the beautiful face were very funny. I was careful to accompany them. I looked at the gray-colored monk who was lying on the incense case with her legs and smirked.

"Brother, are you mad? I am mad, I still have something to say to you..."

"Dispel your uncle. My wine gourd? First come to the wine to moisturize the scorpion..."

"We are here at the temple, there is no wine..."

"..."

"Brother, what do you think of me?"

"I just mean you are a little too pleasing to the eye..."

"... then I will wait for the brothers to dissipate and say..."

"...you have a fart or let go!"

"Amount... Brother, you are really vulgar..."

The two monks, one gray and one white, did not know how long it took, and it was considered to have stopped. The little white monk was a good temper. After finally getting the permission of the gray monk, he smiled and said: "You have been sleeping for a month." Yes, Bai Shishu calculated that you will wake up today, let me come over to see you, I also saw a hair on your head, which was scraped for you..."

"I... I want to hack people..."

The gray coat monk could not hold it for a while. Discouraged martyrdom.

This gray-clothed monk is naturally a sidewalk, and I am asleep for a month. Now I am so awake, I was very excited at first. I felt that my strength was amazing. The feeling of being a long-lost one was back, and I had played a small life before, and I was seriously injured by the battle of Huangfu. It seems to be better than a decade ago, but before I got excited, I saw a slick head from the bronze mirror in the Buddhist temple, and directly scared myself...

I am a savvy and beautiful woman... How did it become a vulture?

As a smug from time to time, according to the small bandits of the bronze mirror, a hair was shaved, and it was replaced with a ugly and rustic gray robes, and there was a look in front of it. The long white monk like a rabbit is a strong contrast, which is simply too deceiving. The little bandits are almost crying and crying. Can you kill people?

"There is a fart, and then I quickly get out of my way, my eldest uncle?"

Angrily pointed to the young monk, but there is no way for this good-tempered guy, can only be discouraged.

"Eleven uncle? Oh, you mean Bai Shishu, his old man has gone to Lingshan ten days ago and went to Shenzhou. I don’t know what to do. He only stays with me and says let me take care of it. You, also said that you will wake up in ten days, and you really wake up. My task is about to be completed soon. After you have helped your brother, you can go out and play..."

"Is the eleven uncle?"

Fang Xing listened to a slight glimpse, just wanted to continue to ask, suddenly realized a question: "Sharp? What shaving?"

The little monk smiles all over again: "Of course, it is a monk with me! It is reasonable to say that you are the first to enter the Lingshan Temple. The seniors should be arranged from the bottom, but the first one said that if you have a Buddhist relationship, you will not follow the ordinary generation. Counting up, count you and me in a generation, as long as you are embarrassed, ordered a ring, we are all the sorcerers of the Lingshan Temple, but the master of the wine and meat elders..."

"I am going to your uncle, the ghost is going to be a monk..."

The white monk said that the happy face, the face of the party is getting more and more ugly, and finally broke out directly, carrying the knife to the white monk and the monk smashed the past, but fortunately the little monk did not react slowly, "嗖" was short. The body, this hair is wiped by his scalp, and he is so scared that his white face is almost white and almost transparent. The corners of his eyes are oozing with tears.

"Senior brother is forgiving..."

"Don't you dare to tell me what to shave?"

"Senior brother, you really need to shave..."

"Fuck, you want to kill you when you shave my hair, this time you can't spare you..."

"But brother... you... you will die if you don't shave..."

When the white monk came across such a bandit, the direct scared words were stuttering.

"will die?"

Fang Xing stayed for a while, put away the knife, and waved the little monk wave: "Come and come over and give me a good talk..."

It is related to his own life, he does not dare to care about it, and he is powerful after all, and is extremely sensitive to some hidden dangers. Although he has not recovered and repaired for a long time, he has not yet reached the peak of spiritual sensibility, but he also feels faintly. Under the physical condition that is now extremely strong to the extreme, it seems that there is a hidden danger that makes him feel a little scared, but it is not clear.

The young monk saw him ask questions, and finally relieved, calmed down, and explained with concern: "Oh, brother, you don't know wow. When Bai Shishu took you back, it was like a rag, a meridian. The inch is broken, the body is bitten by the non-adult shape, a large piece of scars on the body, a large piece of red, and the source is exhausted, it is like a dead person, a rag is better than you, swearing me I took a look at you, the distressed embarrassment, I can’t eat for three days..."

Fang lined his teeth and raised the knife: "...saying something..."

Shenxiu’s little monk scared his head and hurriedly accompanied his smile: “You couldn’t have lived, but Bai Shishu used the biggest foundation of the emperor’s family and broke into your body. You can live now. Rely on the vitality that Dane exudes from time to time. Simply put, every time you live and work hard, it is the combination that Bai Shishu borrowed for you. Later, the first seat of our Lingshan Temple used one hundred and eight arhats. Array, chanting the seal of your true seal, you have 12,600,600 baht on Sunday, this is the one that has been suppressed in your body, but the first one also said, this is only temporary, the seal It will weaken over time. If you can't practice the great truths of the Sun before the seal disappears, and understand the true meaning of the scriptures, and thoroughly refine this panacea into its own doctrine, the seal power is not enough to suppress When you are in the panacea, this Dan will break away and you will disappear when you..."

The party listened carefully, but did not doubt that the little monk said it was the truth. After just staying for a while, he couldn’t help but say: "Take the refining of this panacea, why not be a monk, small Yeah, I still have a daughter-in-law..."

The little monk’s face was solemnly stunned and whispered: “Senior brother, this is really no way. If you want to comprehend the true meaning of silence, you have to enlighten the temple temple of our Lingshan Temple as if it came from the jing, but in After the war of extermination, the Lingshan Temple has been strictly trained. It will not enter the Buddhist temple. It will never be passed down easily. The first one has already said that if you refuse to be my Buddhist Buddha, you must never pass the scriptures to you..."

"This……"

Fang Xing listened to the panic: "I really have to be a monk, I don't know how to make a difference." (To be continued.)

Ps: Amitabha, the female donor stays, and the little beggar asks for a ticket...