Legend of the Great Saint

Sandy watermelons are sweet, perhaps because they were born in the land, and the juice is filled with joy.

“Egg raw" eating, had to giggle, life seemed never so relaxed and happy, suddenly felt warm and moist cheeks, wiped, licked, but salty and bitter.

“What is this? ”

Blinked his eyes, his eyes were like fountains, his face was getting saltier and more liquid, and he couldn't stop.

Perhaps because it was not born in a piece of land that permeated the pain, only this bitter liquid could flow out.

The chest was a bit dull and something was coming out of it. Little faces wrinkle and yell like people instead of people.

A round of green spiritual light swept away, the grass grew wild, entangled in chaos, and hung each other.

Like an ostrich, he buried one in the skin of a melon. After a long time, the grass finally recovered and the trees withered.

Slowly raise your head and reveal a naive smile.

A pair of eyes, no longer red.

The old couple were shocked and wondered what had happened.

The man named “Li Qingshan”, taking advantage of Phoenix Nirvana, himself weakest, sealed everything with a turtle, avoided the retreat of repair, like a turtle to shrink its head into the shell to avoid external aggression.

He knew, however, that it was only an expedient plan. While the tortoise is well guarded, this fragile defense is not only eroded by the world of euphoria, but also questioned by itself.

He's finally gonna ask, "Who am I?"

And just now, the stagnant “Kirin change” for a long time, without his complete consciousness, went up to the heavy floor. Perhaps this world is suitable for the practice of Kirin transformation, or perhaps it inadvertently fits into its natural logic.

Anyway, he repaired it without falling backwards, but on that fragile tortoise shell, he tore a gap.

Those memories of bloody killings, painful despair, if only a hint, are no longer what today's "eggs" can bear.

Compared to the relaxed joy of the moment, the words "above nine days” are too heavy and too faint.

The memories of the sealed town will be restored. By then, will he be willing to suffer again?

Between the turns, "Egg raw" is full moon, the old couple invited everyone within ten miles, set up a full moon wine in a wheat field.

Of course, all Buddhist commandments are followed in the Pure Land of Eternal Pleasure. The meat and meat are not to be contaminated. All you drink is tea and fruit juice.

But “tea does not intoxicate everyone", in the rich floral scent, in the warm sun, everyone's face is red light, laughter does not interrupt for a moment.

There is a square table in the center of the wheat field and a vine chair on the table. The main character of the party, "Egg Raw”, sits high on the vine chair to ensure that everyone can see him.

He looks eighty-nine years old, wears a tiger head hat, steps on a tiger head shoe, wears a silver shiny peace lock around his neck, but is the only person on the field who doesn't laugh. His eyes are half open and he can't help but sleep.

The cracks are expanding and the memories of the past are infiltrating, turning into a nightmare.

Sometimes dreams of being forced to work, sun exposure, pain. Sometimes dreaming about climbing an iceberg with a corpse behind your back.

The scariest dreams of being hunted down are the different enemies: ugly old women, cold swordsmen, and fierce black dragons. Every time I was forced into despair, I woke up from nightmares.

So now he's trying to stay awake and take a nap because he can't hold it.

Luckily, when he was awake, he was still happier and liked the liveliness.

Playing the wheat field with joy, even if you can see him whenever you look up, the surrounding area is still full of people, three floors inside and three layers outside, it's all amazing.

Among the general Buddhist commandments, the obscene ring is much heavier than the alcoholic ring, but “eating men and women, man's desire” is very difficult to overcome.

But in this world of euphoria, there's nothing wrong with it. Everyone has no * * * thoughts. Even couples can't do London, so it's rare to have a newborn.

If it were in the ordinary world, a month would grow up like this, and I'm afraid it would be considered a monster. But in this world of joy, no one thinks that all hearts are filled with goodwill, sincerely happy for the old couple, looking at "eggs" as if looking at their children.

“Egg raw” is infected by the atmosphere and can't help but smile.

“Eggplant, show them your hands!” Nguyen Lao Han shouted.

“Okay! ”

“Egg Sheng" jumped, turned a heel fight, steadily stomped on the back of the chair, set a "Golden Chicken Independence” stand, yelled: “Long! Long! ”

A cluster of wheat seedlings broke out of the earth, and in the blink of an eye, the wheat yard turned into a golden field.

In a sigh of amazement, someone said, "It's amazing. It's a child from the Buddha. Brother Nguyen, you should go to the temple and wish for it. ”

Nguyen Lao Han touched his head: “This... it's not too late! ”

“Choosing a day is better than crashing into the sun. Why don't you go now? Let's go together! ”

The crowd shouted well, lifting the table like a sedan, and walking toward the temple in a haunted manner.

The world is filled with temples and temples, but in an hour, you come to a solemn and quaint temple in front of Gubson.

Knowing that the monks welcomed the people into the temple, they invited the abbot to preside over them.

Everyone spoke with all their mouths, and the Abbot presided was surprised and a little suspicious. Unlike these “villagers" who can only read Buddha, he is an authentic Buddhist man, even “Guanyin Send Son” is accompanied by the world, let alone “Buddha Send Son”.

So he exhibited “Sky Eye” and looked closely at “Egg Raw”. He couldn't help but be surprised. He hurried up and prayed deeply towards “Egg Raw”:

“Amitabha Buddha, the unknown is that the Lord of the Blue God will come, there will be a distant welcome, and I hope for forgiveness! ”

What he saw was no longer a child, but a golden light, a mighty god.

No matter how good the world is for Buddhist practitioners, it is still Cape Phoenix who can survive six heavenly robberies.

The Galaxy God will already belong to the Buddhist Orthodox God. Although the official position is small, it has entered the sequence of the Divine Buddha and can be worshipped by the believers.

Even Nirvana was reborn and the memory of the town was sealed, and the priesthood still existed.

In the pure land of great joy, the monks were extremely high and heard that it was the "Galaxy Goddess General”. Everyone rushed down to worship, and even the old couple dared not to worship.

“Egg raw” jumped into the crowd, lifted them up, opened their eyes and questioned the Abbot presiding: “You bald man, what are you talking about blue and green? Get up! Don't call me back! ”

The Abbot is surprised in his heart, is this God willing to reveal his identity?

At this moment, a reverberating voice was heard outside the temple gate: "Amitabha Buddha! Long time no see, General Lee. ”

A monk walked into the temple with a zen wand and a bracelet on his head, wearing an old monk. “Egg raw” had a grumpy heart: “Who are you? You call me a general, too? Or is it General Plum? Why isn't he called General Watermelon? ”

“The poor monk Yangon. ”