Legend of the Great Saint

In a trance, he seemed to remember a world in which it was impossible to help an old lady to see her fall, preferably not even close. I don't want to hit an old lady in this happy world and take money.

In comparison, it's a better world!

Not only that, but the audience is concerned: "Are you all right, son?” “The old lady walked carelessly. Look at the guy who hit the kid!” 'Alas, I haven't seen such a small child in years. It's pathetic. ”

Not only are the "visitors" not indifferent, but the warmth of their love is almost burning them.

“Egg Sheng" felt faint and confessed quickly: “It wasn't she who hit me, it was me who hit her! ”

The crowd became more and more fond of him: "What a good boy, being hit and talking on behalf of others! Yeah, come on, kid, take it and buy a cake! ”

He was soon submerged by the Bodhi: “I don't want it, I don't want anything!” It took me a long time to get out of the enthusiastic crowd.

“Rare. Rare. Rare. Sparrow stepped on the old hen. Ant was 3 '6" long. Grandpa sat in the cradle. ”

He shook his head and sang a song. With Abbot Yangon, he moved through the crowd. Unfortunately, there were no other children on the street, and no one came to sing with him.

Suddenly Abbot Yangon stopped: "Let's stay here for the night. ”

“Here!? ”

It's not a temple or inn, it's a big square.

At this time, the sunset, the western mountains and the hua lanterns first came on, and the people in the square were loud and lively. Many people line up to sing and dance, and it's not a place to stay.

“Nice, right here. ”

“Okay.”

“Egg raw" sat on the steps with his cheek, watching the dancing crowd, the sunset stained his face as red as an apple, unconsciously overflowing with a smile, it did not look any different than ordinary children.

Abbot Yangon was intolerant, perhaps he should not be involved, perhaps not only should he be helped to restore his memory, but should be helped to completely seal his past.

Belonging to the "Li Qingshan” part of the fierce determination is the blood sea of the dead mountain, the borderless crime industry, and he does not want to be like the usual practitioner. If he sees all beings as ants, he will never be able to reassure himself, and must bear this crime. And so it became even more decisive, even if the war had died somewhere, to take it for granted.

Now recalling what he said in the pure earth temple of Black Cloud City, he is still deaf and deaf, saying:

“I laugh that you're too weak, almost like the ones who see life as an ant. Because you can't bear the pain in your heart, you have to abandon your good intentions, you have to put down your slaughter knife, the same is a distortion of your heart, how much difference? ”

“The heart is merciful, and the heart of the demon is deterred. Hand-held slaughterknife, strong enemy, not too soon. Why go to the world of joy? ”

“Murderers always kill, and I am ready to be killed. I don't want to be happy, I don't want to live forever, monks don't want to live forever. ”

Not as subtle as Buddhist scripture, but this great determination, great perseverance, is incredible.

At this moment, "Egg Raw" suddenly jumped: “I'm going to dance! ”

The dancing guys kept teasing him, and after a while, he learned how to dance and finally jumped into the field.

Wow! Looks like a ladle of cold water poured into the hot oil pan, and the atmosphere in the square immediately turned hot.

A man flashed in front of him, the old lady who hit him, his body was in abnormal shape, and he kept spinning in circles.

“Kid, you're here! Compared to one? ”

“Who's afraid of who?" ”

“Me, Su-ee Zhang! ”

“Me, Lee Eun-seung! ”

- The little one danced right in the middle of the square. The crowd surrounded them and cheered for help, and the dance never stopped.

Zhang Su-e immersed herself in this way for many years, visited numerous dance masters, stepped over numerous square, practiced this dance art, and ended up with exciting projectiles, making people completely forget her age and immerse herself in her dance posture.

Soon, however, she was surprised and shocked, as if she were born to dance, and every move was cloudy and perfect. There's no such thing as a kid. He's a dancer! Soon she couldn't keep up with his dance moves, and her heart defeated orally.

“Egg Raw" God flies, defeating a dancer, cheering like a wave, the air burning like it was about to burn.

He dances wildly, like rain, like cyclones, like frogs, like tiger fights, not only from what he just learned, but also from the past, deep memories, peacock, latin, tap, street dance...

He became a unique dancer, and everyone followed his steps.

Abbot Yangon shook his head and laughed bitterly: "That's it. One Yangon in the district, what qualifications do you have to help Li Qingshan choose the road? ”

“Egg Raw" eyes are half open and half closed, forgetting everything around him, as if he were in a dream. I feel great joy in my heart, not dancing is not enough; I feel great anger, not dancing is not enough to vent; I feel great sadness, not dancing is not enough to recover.

Every emotion becomes a movement, even radiating outside the square, that inspires people to do the same.

When the bell rang, a group of armored and bladed guards approached the square: "It's late, it's time for the big guy to break up! ”

On weekdays, when people hear the bell, it dissipates. Today, no one ignores the guard's urging. Instead, more and more people are coming from all sides.

The guards crossed the crowd and rushed into the center of the square, trying to stop the leader. ”

However, he still danced indulgently, suddenly opening his third eye and shooting a burning fire around his body, preventing the guards from approaching.

He appeared with a statue with a flame crown on his head, a small drum and a flame in his hand, also dancing, but very slow and full of power: lifting his left leg slowly, stepping on the flame halo on his right foot and gently extending his four arms.

Even the guards threw away their blades and danced. Their faces were drunk and they forgot their duties.

"Demon Dance! ”

Abbot Yangon frowned, some unexpected. Almost forgot that Li Qingshan cultivated the way of pride, and now exhibited the “dancing king face” of pride, which clearly relied on a little divinity, even he could not stop.

The flaming halo spins and cycles back and forth, symbolizing the turn of generation, preservation and destruction, and no one escapes such a turn, just as the people in the square do at this moment.

Even those who never danced, they danced enthusiastically, instantly becoming dance masters, but some of them were like puppets with strings.

Unconsciously, he transformed the square into a dojo he practiced, transformed the people into his followers, and the Numen's restoration grew rapidly.

The night grew deeper and the city lights went out, leaving only this square behind.

Twelve bells and a final warning.

Abbot Yangon changed his color: “Coming! ”