Liu Shibai and his entourage were surprised to look at the top of the landscape ditch when they came, and happened to see the purple lightning that didn't know how thick it was, and it slammed towards the hill......

"In the realm of the landscape ditch, many things are the things that Lao Dao tossed for himself, and they are all destroyed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The landscape ditch sighed anxiously and regretfully.

"Hurry up and enter the temple landscape, now the time for the real 28 classics is running out!"

In the case of the landscape ditch, this time it is really full of solemnity.

It is extremely rare, after the landscape ditch urges, he still holds his two stupid sons with one hand, and secretly explains something......

"If Hongjun really has the strength to rely on himself to tear apart the space turbulence and set foot in this world, the old lady will die.

Anyway, at the last moment of the Eight Dragons Coffin Carrying Bureau, the old lady was originally a dead person, so it was useless to flee anywhere, and Hongjun must have even more incredible strength. ”

Liu Qianqian also sighed, and the momentum of the female stream just now was gone.

"Let's go into the temple. ”

Liu Shibai did not hesitate to make a move and took the lead in running towards the evil gate temple.

Behind him, Qin Da, who followed closely, parted, plus the old black who grinned like a calf, and the rest of the Huan Lady Li Ergou and his wife, Meng Tianfang forty-seven people, and Ben did not need to be urged.

At the moment of escaping, Lao Hei happily threw down the old driver, and didn't care if you jumped to scold your mother.

The old driver's face was unhappy, but he reluctantly let go of his feet and ran to keep up with the team.

"Hurry up. ”

The landscape ditch has been urging everyone to run faster, and it seems extremely anxious.

Entering the temple, Liu Shibai looked around, and his eyes fell on the observation tower......

Jinggou looked at Liu Shiba's eyes and said triumphantly:

"Looking at the face, all the living beings are in it! One hundred and eight Arhats and sentient beings in the temple.

You can choose a random Arhat according to your age, no matter how many you count from left to right, it will definitely look the same as your own face......"

Liu Eighteen was stunned and said:

"So amazing?"

Landscape Ditch triumphantly explains:

"One hundred and eight Arhats are in a variety of postures, all of which are very expressive.

One year, when the flood rose, all the Arhats were drowned, but when the water receded, they were still intact.

It is often said that "when the mud bodhisattva crosses the river, it is difficult to protect himself", but the Arhat of the Guanxiang Hall is an exception.

The Arhat production process here is special, called the rebirth lacquer molding process, and the Arhat should be molded in the year when the temple was built.

Lao Dao invited two mason masters from the counties around Hanshui, these two are father and son, and they are also masters and apprentices, and they take over this job.

One hundred and eight arhat genealogy came from India, and it is said that there are only two sets in the world, one in India and one in the master.

The master trekked through mountains and rivers to the landscape town, painted the Arhat spectrum one by one, and finally started to make the statue.

The statue is easy to convey the spirit and difficult, the master is not willing to paint the scoop according to the gourd, he wants to sculpt the various forms of the Arhat to pass on to the world, which is too difficult.

Fortunately, Lao Dao has been running the landscape town for many years, surrounded by simple rural rough people, they farm, rest, pass, or lie or sleep in the shade of the tree to enjoy the cool, laughing and playing, the master one by one to see in the eyes, remember.

In the end, the master skillfully transformed the faces of all living beings into the various expressions of one hundred and eight arhats.

However, the embryonic sculpture of the clay is easy to deform and be damaged, how can it be for generations?

The master tried many methods but failed, and the old man didn't know anything about sculpture, and he was even more useless.

Once, when the master saw a piece of porcelain, he inquired about the production method, and then added layer after layer of strange substances to the molded clay tire according to that method.

After drying, the water is poured into the mud and the mud is exhausted, and the one hundred and eight Arhat Hall has charm and aura.

This one hundred and eight mud monks are not wet when poured with water, and they are very strong if they are not damaged by fire.

In particular, the expressions contained in it reflect the various forms of living beings, and everyone's joys, sorrows, and sorrows are written on their faces.

After the old Tao tasted it at the beginning, he was amazed by the father and son, and the one hundred and eight Bodhisattvas looked different and lifelike, which was simply an art treasure.

The master vomited all the essence and blood of his whole body for the sculpture of one hundred and eight arhats, and died of illness before the sculpture was completed.

Fortunately, he also left a son, and his son succeeded his father and completed the one hundred and eight arhats.

The son's craftsmanship was very different from his father's, and even more sophisticated.

When he sculpted the last one hundred and seven arhats, his heart moved, and he molded his dead father into one of the one hundred and eight arhats to hide arhats.

As long as the three dragons raise their heads in March, in the Guanxiang Hall of the landscape of the town temple, there are one hundred and eight Arhats who tell their fortunes with their faces, which has become a vulgar custom on the shore of the Han River. ”

After the landscape ditch was triumphantly and quickly explained, he seemed to be remembering and showing off......

Liu Shibai squinted, raised his hand and pressed down:

"Meng Tianfang, take your people in and try the Arhats. ”

"Everybody has to try? They don't have any blood or anything like that......"

Meng Tian grinned and replied brainlessly.

"Boom, boom!"

Liu 18 and his entourage walked into the Guanxiang Hall with vigorous steps, standing in a solemn, solemn, and quiet hall with infinite killing opportunities.

"In the physiognomy shop, you choose Arhats to look at your own face and luck, what do you pay attention to?"

Liu Shiba's face was relaxed, and he took out a hidden horn rolled by Lu Xiaolin himself, and took a sip.

Landscape Gou glared at Meng Tianfang, and he led forty-six soldiers to scurry around, completely like wild beasts.

After listening to Liu Shiba's doubts, he said lightly:

"No matter where you come from, you have to go to the left side of the gate and start counting the number of sculptures.

Walking in the temple should also be lighter, and you should choose your "luck" according to the format of male left and female right. ”

Liu Eighteen's heart was cold, and then he exhaled and said to Meng Tian:

"Everybody has to be carefully screened, and that's probably the best treatment that belongs to you. ”

Meng Tianfang nodded-

After speaking, Liu Eighteen himself was on the spot, lazily talking to himself:

"I'm not going, I don't know if it's spiritual. ”

Landscape ditch glared and said:

"You don't have faith in yourself, so no one else can push you. Choosing indifference is the most important thing, Hongjun will kill at any time, and you will even ask ten people to explode together, this is the driving force. ？”

Xuan Yu, the old driver who walked at the end, didn't say anything, but lowered his head and hands behind his back, disrupting the budget in Liu Shiba's heart.

Without Lao Hei, he would be an ordinary old man.

The old driver still didn't react, and his eyes stared at the landscape ditch persistently......

Landscape ditch, at this time also sensed the old driver's sharp gaze, at a glance, the landscape ditch couldn't help but be dumbfounded-

The old driver turned out to be his son after the old master died.

(End of chapter)