Legend of the Great Saint

“Egg Sheng" instantly understood what Abbot Yangon meant by "Even Buddha can't do this, only you can do it". Looking up at that golden post, a strong sense of immediate vision came to my mind, and I always thought I'd heard of it somewhere.

But wait, this is a Buddha's post, and his little galaxy will come up and unravel it. Isn't it "Birthstar always eats arsenic frost - it's a long life”?

Abbot Yangon smiled slightly: “Don't worry, it's a great spell for me, it's a golden rule. For you, it's just a message saying," I'm not home. "What's the harm in taking it down? ”

“Egg Sheng" looked up and looked up, Abbot Yangon wondering: “What are you looking at? ”

“I'm afraid of a falling slap from the sky, slap your backbone and let it die, and I'm in trouble! ”

“I've never heard of such a thing.” Abbot Yangon sighed for a long time: “I am not rebellious, I am just looking for an answer, if you don't want to...”

“Okay!”

“Egg Sheng" suddenly promised, he felt that if Buddha wanted to stop Abbot Yangon, he didn't have to wait until now, he only needed a spiritual light revelation, this monk would definitely not go alone.

So maybe, maybe, there's no lethal danger.

He floated and came to the post, slowly reaching for it, still holding his breath and feeling a palpitation.

This is the Buddha's post. Apart from those great saints, what demons can't resist seeing? Who knows what powerful magic magic is contained in it? Perhaps Buddha won't do it himself, who reveals who dies.

But he wouldn't be as tangled up as Abbot Yangon, his eyes flashed and he grabbed the post and pulled it hard.

The posts drifted and were weak.

He opened his eyes and was alert, but nothing happened. Looking at the post in his hand, it seemed like it was really just the most ordinary post, the most expensive material, made of gold silk satin.

At this moment, the door, which had been sealed for some years, slowly opened, quietly without a sound.

Suddenly, the clock drums on the mountain sounded like thunderbolts, and a round of golden light radiated from the top of the mountain, and the lotus flower seemed to be blooming completely.

The light swept through the sky and reflected the entire world of Eternal Pleasure, so that everyone could look up and see.

Great Thunder Temple, which has been sealed for a long time, open again!

In a lonely overseas country, a pair of red eyes opened abruptly and the eyes sparkled with gold.

“Finally, here it comes! ”

In that instant, "eggplant” had the feeling of being watched, turning back suddenly, nothing.

Abbot Yangon stood in front of the door of the Great Thunder Temple.

That glorious and solemn temple tower seemed to echo the Buddha's spoken voice. That square of Buddha Hall, as if to hear the monks' fierce debate.

Guided by the Buddha, everyone explored the deepest wisdom and enthusiastically pursued the doors of universal life, eventually forming the world-renowned "Grand Multiplier Buddha Law”.

The White Bone Bodhisattva, who studied here, eventually succumbed to the monks with great wisdom and great mercy, was passed down by the Buddhist ancestors and became the host of this great thunderous temple, placed in infinite hope.

Abbot Yangon looked tranced and everything was like a dream. But why? Why did this happen? What went wrong? His chest fluctuated sharply and he shouted in his heart. It was not until he recovered.

He has an intuition, the answer to all this, right here in this great thunderous temple!

And the next thing you know, "Egg Raw," you want to say, "Are we moving too much?"

But now that this has happened, there is nothing to be afraid of. Put that post in your arms and walk into the Great Thunder Monastery. Enter Baoshan, can you go home empty-handed?

Abbot Yangon went straight to Tibetan Sutra, but “Egg Sheng” had little interest in the book. He had "The Nine Changes of God" in him, and he didn't need any kung fu, so he wandered around in the Great Thunder Monastery to see if he could bring some “souvenirs” back. For example, Shelly or something, Xiao An should like it.

However, this is a world of joy. How can we leave Shelly behind when everyone is not old?

So he wandered around and didn't find anything worth the ride.

He's not a thief. He doesn't sell antiques.

The mountain is extremely spiritual, like a flushing flow of liquid that washes the veins of the medulla between breaths and forges bones, probably more than nine days later.

Since entering this great thunderous temple, he has clicked all over his body, and he is itchy, growing up at visible speeds, growing from half a teenager to a positively english teenager, with a long drop in his head.

“If I have the skills of a fourth brother, I will move this Mount Ling. Even if you break the vein, you don't have the strength to smash people! ”

Unconsciously, he reached the top of the mountain, Daxiong Bao Palace rose, and there was a lotus pool in front of the palace.

One of the flowers in the pool is filled with lotus flowers in different colors, including white lotus, green lotus, red lotus, gold lotus, blue lotus...

It's just that the red lotus is crippled, the lotus leaves are depressed, but there is no such thing as a quiet Zen will, which is unforgettable.

He took a deep breath, the time, the rich scent filled his heart, instantly turned into a cool air, straight into the Purple House Heavenly Spirit.

In that instant, that gate of sealed memories collapsed, and all memories recovered and surged.

When I think back to the reason for all this, I say, "Oh no, I seal the memory of the town to avoid being assimilated by the influence. The demons have turned back. Now the sealing of the town is useless. There is no other way. We must leave this world of joy!" ”

Yet that rich floral scent still sways in the heart of your lungs. It is also constantly flowing out of the lotus pool, penetrating through every pore.

He is reddish and wobbly, like drinking wine. And that little worry is nothing compared to the relaxation and pleasure of the mind. Finally, he pounced, fell drunk by the pool and fell asleep.

And so completely unconscious, swallowing the scent of flowers, "Kirin Changes” is growing, rising, and breaking through.

His forehead rose high, giving rise to a pair of sharp antlers, flying backwards inclined. Lion-like heads have long been covered with bristles. Meanwhile, the elk's body is covered with scales and a cow's tail swings back and forth behind it.

Turned into a legendary kirin.

Even if it's not a big deal, it's a big deal.

Blewn by his breath, those already somewhat atrophied lotus flowers gradually moisturized and pulled out, and the aroma became more intense.

If he is awake, he will surely discover one thing. The feeling of staying in this delightful world is very similar to the feeling of swimming when the tortoise originally became a tortoise when it returned to its ruins.

That wonderful sense of belonging, derived from the inner sense of identity, does not require any forced, heartfelt natural fit, supplemented by intense and fitting spirituality, the improvement is as easy as eating and drinking water.

And the same problem is encountered —— consciousness is assimilated into the world. Thus, in the ruins of return, they were forced to sacrifice their memories, where they could not help but seal the memory of the town.

Is this all just coincidence?