Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan held his head and eyebrows tightly, his body bowed, his back spine shrugged, like a struggling cow. But the corner of his mouth was filled with a strange smile.

The demons began to turn back.

The Bull Demon is in the mud!

If all that mud is gone, why is it so obsessive? If it's fun, who wants to suffer?

This is “joy”, no painful “pure earth”.

The sky rose and swept, the wind and clouds swept and the teeth swept and the eyes split.

But the Heart God calmed down in an instant, and now there is a decision - Phoenix Nirvana!

The flames spread and swallowed up, but that was not enough. As long as the beauty and emotion of memory still existed, he could not resist the “joy”.

Nor is it possible to do so, much less to do so. How can we distinguish between good and ugly, moving and painful memories?

Why doesn't he know that Xiao 'an killed countless people and committed heinous sins? But in his eyes, Zhu Yan is no different from Bai Bone, that's his little Ann!

How can this memory be divided?

A long sigh, provoking a spiritual turtle change - seal the town!

His eyes suddenly blurred, like emptying all his thoughts, reflecting the clear sky, and he was burned out by fire, falling from the sky at high altitude.

Boom! A stream of light flew by and landed in a field.

An old couple rushed in, sparkling with fireworks, Mars surfaced, and couldn't get close for a while.

But they don't seem to know the fear, the old man copies the guy and opens a path.

At this point, there was a sudden cry in front of the baby, which was a bit strange.

The old couple looked at each other with a burning heart, making their footsteps faster.

Rushing through the burning sorghum rod, the old man's feet were emptied, the old woman's eyes hurried, and he grabbed his arm before falling into the pit of scorched black.

The flame in the heavenly pit is not completely extinguished, the middle half of the shattered egg shell, in which a baby is lying, wrinkled and pink, holding his fists, sliding his calves, like fighting an invisible monster, and crying in full breath.

The old man slowly slipped down the crater and put out the remnants of the fire, approaching the baby.

The baby suddenly opened his eyes and stopped crying, his eyes big red and red, clearly reflecting the surrounding scenery.

The old man stopped and dared not approach.

The old woman crossed him and held the baby up, her face excited: "Look, old man, it's a doll! It's a doll from the Buddha! ”

Before they came to the joyful world, they ate fast Buddha and did good deeds all their lives, but they had no son and a half daughter. They were typical representatives of the local “good people have no good reward”, and they had no remorse. Piety, good deeds, after death, they were introduced to the joyful world, but this thought did not end, and today the dream finally came true.

Once the old man hears this, there is no doubt. Now kneel down and recite the Buddha.

They took the child back to the house and fed him rice porridge, and the child's visitors refused, eating and drinking heavily and eating more than the adults.

The old woman frowned and laughed: “Oops, it's lucky we're in Buddha's land, otherwise he's going to eat us all up. ”

The old man slapped his thigh: “Yes, I'll plant some more pumpkins, they'll be ready in a few days, feed the kid pumpkin soup. ”

This delightful pure soil has "flowers at four o'clock, eight long spring scenes”, the climate is warm and suitable, there is no harsh heat, the land is unusually fertile, there is no need to work, just sprinkle some seeds to enrich the harvest, not to mention no heavy taxes.

Farming is no longer a painful task of "facing the loess to the sky”, but rather a great pleasure. Whatever you want to eat, plant it today, the next day, the soil sprouts, one day at a time, you can blossom quickly, see there is an unspeakable joy, the field is always flowery.

Seeing the child grow up day by day - yes, the child grows up day by day, moment by moment, the next day he can run around and get more and more edible, and a few days later, the new kind of pumpkin seed has completely failed to satisfy his appetite.

The old couple didn't find it strange, I guess in this happy world, children grow up as fast as melons!

On this day, the child was eating the melon, and all of a sudden a spiritual light came through his head and raised his head from the melon: "Who am I? ”

This can be a surprise for the old couple. These days they have not discussed the name. For this Buddha's child, the name must be discreet, must be meaningful, and cannot be called "two dogs” or "big pillar” randomly.

But they didn't learn much. In the last lifetime, the dolls in the village were pure names like this. The old man smoked three bags of dry cigarettes and didn't land. He took a breath of smoke gas: “Alas, wife, why didn't you give the Buddha a name by accident? ”

The old woman lit the old man's brains and hated iron and steel. “You old thing, you really picked up gold, can't count on you, after a few * * * * begging for one in the temple. ”

However, before waiting a few days, the child asked himself out. The old couple looked at each other in silence.

“Who am I?” The child threw away the melon peel and the voice was louder.

“Got it!” the old man slapped his thigh again: “You were born from an egg, just call it 'egg raw'! ”

The old woman looked angrily at the old man. The old man didn't realize it at all. She was proud to say: “My name is Nguyen, you call me Nguyen Egg Sheng. ”

The old woman snatched the cigarette bag and shouted her head: “You are the soft egg, you are the soft egg! ”

The old man raised his hand and said, “I'm not a soft egg. Why did you beat me?" ”

The child muttered to himself: "Egg birth? I'm Egg Sheng.” Automatically ignored the word "Nguyen”.

Suddenly the smile opened and I jumped up: "I'm an eggplant! I want melon! ”

“Watermelon's all over.” “Go and plant it!" ”

The old man took a picture of the melon seeds on the ground, carried a hoe, drooped his head and walked out the door, “Egg raw” followed his ass, waiting to eat the melon.

The old man laughed: "Don't panic, you won't grow for ten and a half days. ”

“Egg raw” did not give up, still followed, the old man patted his head and came to the field to plant the melon seeds.

“Egg raw" squatted on the field and waited, his eyes staring straight at the ground.

“What a silly boy!” The old man shook his head with a smile and suddenly listened to the words "egg raw”:

“Long, long! Long!”

A pair of red eyes gradually turned blue, clear as water, green as leaves.

The melon seedlings came out of the earth and grew at visible speeds, blooming bright yellow flowers, with round and slippery fruits beneath the petals, swelling like a blowing balloon, and for a moment, the melon ripened!

“Egg Raw" rushed into the watermelon field, hugged a watermelon bigger than his head, smashed his head and ate it again.

The old man sat on the floor with his ass: "Oh, my God! Wife, come out and look! ”