Galactic Garbage Station

No one expected that Su Xiaofa's Weibo would gradually spread on the Internet. At first, it was not exciting, but the further back it was, like a blowout, causing widespread repercussions. Some reds, so-called millennial beauties, may be amazing at first, but you won't be tired of watching them for long. The Buddhist statue is the other way around. At first, I thought it was nothing, but the more I saw it, the more I thought it was amazing.

“I didn't believe it before. After seeing this Buddhist statue, it really shocked me. ”

“Buddhist learning is huge and profound. ”

“Which Buddhist Scripture is this Buddhist statue from? I want to see it. ”

“Everyone is looking into it, but we can't find a match for it. Many people speculate that Su Qian may have invented it. ”

“How is this possible? This is the Buddha's Book! ”

Many people online are talking about the origin of this Buddhist statue. Some people think it was created by Su Zheng, but it's hard to believe. After all, even a modern Buddhist master can't create such a large and sophisticated scripture, not to mention a young man like Su.

On the Internet, Su Xin in the overtime garbage station was grinning, and Qingyun's audible voice was ringing: “Recycling degree plus one, recycling degree plus one, recycling degree plus two, recycling degree plus three...” Recycling degree has increased to 108, and is still growing. This proves Su Zheng's speculation that the propagation of Buddhist statues is tantamount to resourcing garbage recycling and can increase recycling.

“Well, don't report it for now, and report the results to me when the recycling almost stops growing.” Su Qian said.

“Good master.” Qingyun stopped reporting, otherwise it would be annoying to keep recycling and adding one plus two.

Su Zheng doesn't want to go to the network and continue to clean up the garbage. He was still going through that pile of scrap paper, which had been halfway through a while, but had not sorted out any useful scrap paper, nor had he sorted out any key information. The other half made Su Zheng look at the headache, because it could no longer be considered scrap paper, but paper ash at best. Lots of ash, at most occasionally one or two pieces of unfurnished paper fragments can be seen, of course, from the shape of the ash, if there are any hidden words on it, it can also be seen as paper ash.

Su Xiao picked up a piece of paper and left a half word on it. He only glanced at it and his eyes lit up: “Good word! ”

One complete piece of shredded paper is the word "mercy”, and another half burnt word, based on shape and semantics, should be a word “mercy”, linked to “mercy”. These two words, they are so wooden and profound. The previous Buddhist scripture that someone copied, at best, can be counted as good, three points less than the brushstrokes from immortal space-time, even less than the swordy words from reckless space-time.

However, this “mercy” is no better than sword-like writing from reckless times. However, the situation is different, not with a sharp sword, but with a sense of mercy, as if to see a merciful Big Buddha.

“Such a good word, how can it burn? It's too violent! Moreover, it may be even more difficult for someone who can write such a good word to compose it.” Su Xin felt very sorry for himself and was very unhappy.

He unleashed his mental power, covered the entire pile of paper ash, carefully probed the text on it, a word that was barely recognisable, whether on residual pieces of paper or on burnt paper ash, was picked out by him: wei, zen, demon, kung fu, goodness... unfortunately, these words were so scattered that they could come from different pages, even from different books, that they could not be put together at all and had no effect.

“Wait, how could I forget it?” Su Zheng suddenly moved in his heart and released a mouse from the bag of spiritual beasts. It was the white mouse who woke up as a double. These days, after the careful care of Su Xin, the mouse became more beautiful and cute, and the spirit was also reluctant to hold on. Of course, it also consumed a lot of good things from Su Xiao. The treatment enjoyed by this little guy is like a level with Su Xiao. This is also impossible. It is difficult to get an animal double. You can't just watch it die from the spiritual pull of the double.

And of course, because of this, Su Xiao did not want to cultivate another double animal for the time being. First, the probability was too low to make it difficult. Second, it was not easy to cultivate after making it. More is a burden.

“Little White, help me fix these paper ashes.” Su Qian said.

“Chirp.” The white mouse screamed, and the translation meant “wrapped on me”. It climbed to the side of the paper ash heap, and suddenly a fictional shadow appeared behind it, reaching over the paper ash heap, on which the paper ash, as if time were backward, slowly turned back to the paper, a piece of fragment combined, a complete piece of paper, presented in front of Su Qing.

“Attaboy!” Su Xianzhan praised, at first I only thought that the guinea pig's ability could be used to repair stone sculptures, antiques and other things, but now I find that there is much more to be done in the garbage heap.

However, Su Xiao soon discovered that he was happy too soon. Because not long later, after repairing one or two hundred sheets of paper, the white mouse became tired, revealed the color of hard work, and shouted at Su Zheng, meaning that he was tired and wanted to rest.

“You, son, just said the bag was on you.” Su Zheng was a little speechless, but he didn't dare let the mouse challenge the limit, and let the mouse stop. Otherwise, the spirit could not hold up, weakness and death.

Su Zheng sorted out one or two hundred pieces of scrap paper and read them carefully. Strictly speaking, of course, not one or two hundred sheets are complete, some of them, more or less missing, and the mouse's double has the ability to repair, but one prerequisite is that the fragments are complete and within the 100 metres radius, some of the paper ash itself may be incomplete, and some of them are still in their original space-time, which naturally cannot be completely repaired.

“Oh my God, these books are...” Su Xin just looked at a few sheets of paper, his eyes exploded * * light, and then turned all one or two hundred sheets of paper at the fastest speed, his eyes became brighter and more excited, stimulated by many of the words above.

Bull Demon Vigorously Fist

Tiger Demon Bone Fist

Dragon Zen Vajra Scripture

Supreme Heavenly Dragon Bodhisattva Scripture

“Eight Nerves”

Though, just part of the content, one or two of these, is not a complete book, it has accelerated Su's heartbeat. Su Zheng did not need to organize other text information, just from the name of these boxing scriptures, he guessed where the garbage came from and what time and space.