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"I don't want to."

Ben Sha: "..."

"Why?" Benli scratched the back of his itchy head.

"Brother must be thinking about something, I'm not interested."

Benli immediately pointed to Ben ashamed and laughed, "You! Really treat Ben as a kid!"

Ben smiled ashamed, "This kid has a straight personality, I'm afraid he will suffer a loss in the future."

They laughed and made noises, the monks sat in the meditation room, and the farmers in the outskirts of Jianchuan Town were busy in the fields. The birds came to feed the caterpillars to feed their children. Floating in the wind.

Time slowly flows between the skirts of everything in a hurry, unknowingly, until the second half of the year.

Lu Zhengkang cultivated slowly, and it was considered that he developed the Mind-Qi Hunyuan Gong in June. During his exercises, his whole body was covered with a layer of qi, which was dense and solid.

In July, he became a colorless Zen of the sixth-order Qi. Since then, his internal strength has continued to flow, and his circumstance flows as he wishes.

In the autumn of August, with the help of heaven, the practice is advancing by leaps and bounds. In half a month, he practiced the secret fifth-order bodhichitta practice, which strengthens the body's vitality, and the inner qi can reconcile the body and mind and remove toxins.

In September, I practiced the extremely fourth-order Za'ahan Sutra. During the change of the divine will, the skill can be transformed freely, the heart will be moved, the strength will be spontaneous, and the punch will have thousands of fantastic ideas and thousands of strengths.Although he hasn't learned any tricks, he has reached the upper level of martial arts.

Such subtle and profound internal forces can even be transformed into flowers, birds, fish and insects, opening and closing actions, lifelike.

Lu Zhengkang stood on the mountain overlooking the surroundings. Although the pines and cypresses of the continuous Songshan Mountains were green, they were also afraid of the killings.

The reincarnation of the four seasons is beautiful.

After admiring it for a while, he gently stretched out his hand, and a square cone-like hill hung three inches from his palm, shining like real gold in the sun.

As his internal strength cultivation became higher, the palm of the god Xumi gradually improved.

Maybe soon, a palm can really be smashed out of a palm.

Chapter 109: Preacher, King Kong Sect

In the snow-covered plateau, early in the morning, Sanjie ate a few pieces of milk tofu and drank a few sips of butter tea, which was considered a meal.

Putting on his thick clothes, picked up the bullwhip, opened the curtain and got out of the tent.

Looking around, the snow-capped mountains in the distance are white and icy, with sharp edges and corners, like the goddess of the earth, the sun shining brilliantly on the snow in the mountains, fainting a large area of ​​golden red glow, it is the dress of the goddess, noble and graceful.

Sanjay looked at the distant mountains infatuatedly, until his parents called him to work, and then reluctantly looked back.

Riding on his beloved white horse, he swung his whip to drive away the cattle. Yesterday he saw a pasture with lush water and weeds. Today, he hurried over to feed the cattle.

Thinking of these quiet and melancholic yaks, Sanjie felt joy from the bottom of his heart. It is remarkable that a family can have more than a dozen cows. Thanks to the Living Buddha for his blessings, so that Sanjie’s family has nothing to worry about.

There was a thin layer of frost on the ground, the green grass covered the white edges, the horse's hoof was lightly stepped on, the dew moistened the fur, and the white horse that Sanjay was riding snorted. His blood was surging under his thick skin, and Sanjay swayed from side to side as it moved.If you want him to say, this feeling is really endless. The tall Ma, he sat on it and watched the cows walking like dark clouds in the white and green sky, everything was silent, and there was mist on the horizon, as if end of the world……

The rapid bell rang.

"Sanjay! Brother Sanjay!"

Sanjie turned his head, and a woman riding a yellow horse rushed over. The bells on the horse's chest jingled, louder than the sound of horses' hoofs, and the brass-colored bells were polished and shiny, and the reflections were shining like stars.

"Dolma!" Sanjay laughed loudly and greeted him with a horse.

They sat right away and talked about intimate words, these endless sweet words, but the two horses stood side by side, but they did not please each other, and from time to time they held their heads against each other.

"Sangjie, look over there!" Zhuoma's eyes are as cool and energetic as the melting water of a snowy mountain. When she opens her eyes wide because of surprise, it seems that even the world will be reflected in it. Sanjie stared blankly at the distant mountains and the earth. Goddess, golden clouds, cows, vast grasslands, if a person's eyes have such beauty, then people can completely abandon the aesthetics of other things, and simply appreciate beautiful women, just beautiful eyes.

"Hi! Don't look at me! There is a monk here!"

Monk!

Hearing this word, it was like a flash of lightning, rushing in from the ears, down the back to the soles of the feet, Sanjie shivered suddenly, the plateau red on his face was greasy again, looking bright , Very energetic.

He also followed Dolma's beautiful fingers, and in the distant mist, a monk in a single-clothed man held the bowl with his hands and walked into his sight step by step.

He lowered his eyebrows, his posture was quiet and elegant, his clothes wetted with mist and clear frost, he covered his face with a layer of light water vapor, like a light veil hanging from a hat, when he came to the two horses, lifted At the beginning, through this hazy cover, a pair of deep poetic eyes.

"Where does the master come from?" Sanjie dismounted to greet.

"The poor monk Xuanshen came from the Jingye Temple in the Central Plains. He specially came to ask the Tantric Master for the Dharma, and he is more compassionate and compassionate to the people of the world." The monk is modest and gentle, which is heartbreaking.

There are many believers in the snowy area, and they treat the monks with special respect. On that day, Monk Xuanshen was treated with enthusiasm from Sanjie’s village.

The monk had to take a rest for one night and left, but the villagers were kindly invited, so he stayed and taught the Fa for the faithful.

He dared not mention half a word of the classic masterpiece, just because the Bodhisattva had not integrated the Dharma, so he said that he had seen all kinds of wonders in the Pure Land, the majestic Mount Sumeru, the tall Bodhisattva statue, the Bodhi forest on the sea, these colors , The body floats out from the bottom of the monk's throat and tongue like a lotus, turning into rain, nourishing the withered hearts of the people in the snowy area.

Sanjie and Dolma are convinced of the Pure Land. Every minute the monk speaks is a spiritual enjoyment. They watched the monk sitting on the ground, the bright eyes of the day with the light of otherworldly...

So Xuan Shen explained how to recite the name of the Bodhisattva and how to sense the Pure Land. That night, in the quiet nomadic village, besides the sound of cows ruminating and horses kicking, there were even more ecstatic calls from believers.

There really is a pure land in the world!

This wonderful world that breaks through the most unbelievable fantasy is a dream that mortals dare not expect, and now it comes true, it can't help but rain like tears.

Killing sheep and cattle, the whole village celebrated. Monk Xuanshen was offered butter tea. Bowl after bowl, people sang and danced, and the light of butter candles rushed into the sky.

However, such joy will eventually end.

Three days later, Xuan Shen couldn't stay any longer, but pushed him to stay in every possible way, and he embarked on the road to Sakya Temple in Qinzhou.

However, not long after he walked on his front foot, he was caught up by Sanjay on horseback that night.

"Master, help!" The young man rolled over and got off his horse and fell to his knees. The blood on his face had been swallowed by the gray of fear, and he looked like a ghost in the faint moonlight.

"What's so alarming?"

Sanjie's tone was quick, and Xuan Shen frowned when he explained the cause.

It turned out that as soon as he left on his front foot, a Vajrapani Lama came on his back. A group of entourage followed him, who came to beg for worship, ask for money and food, and ordered a few women to be concubines.Originally, the requirements of these masters would be fulfilled wholeheartedly. Unfortunately, now the villagers only yearn for the Pure Land and do not want to be caught.

"The bad lama was furious, and the adults and servants who came with him shouted and screamed at us. I saw that the situation was not good, so I asked everyone to flee on horseback. Abominable that group of thieves were powerful and captured everyone , Had it not been for my Bai Zhuer to run fast, he would definitely not see you!"

"Where are they now?"

"He said he was going to Qinzhou for public punishment."

"Don't say anything, let's catch up now!"

Xuan Shen thought: "The Immeasurable King Kong Sect is quite notorious and a big evil sect. With my minimal martial arts, how many people can be saved in this event is still unknown, but time is not waiting. It is really at a critical juncture, so I had to give up. The skin should also keep these Buddhism seeds..."

They rode to chase the band of thieves on horseback.