On the mountain of Buddhism, the girl is still kneeling and worshipping.

It's just that she's very close to the top of the mountain.

She hadn't eaten for more than ten days, because it was too much of a waste of time, and if she was thirsty, she raised her head and drank some rainwater.

Fortunately, it rained lightly in the next few days, not like the previous ones.

Nineteen stood on the top of the mountain, like a rock, and he looked at it for as long as he had climbed.

Although he is a monk, he understands that if he insists on returning to the world, his master will not stop him, because his cultivation is completely different from that of other monks, especially now, he is still in the stage of entering the WTO.

As soon as you enter the world, you can eat meat and drink wine, you can walk all over the red dust, and you can even enjoy the things of men and women.

Constantly being born and entering the world, honing his heart, and constantly degenerating and detached, he became more and more sober, so he came to cultivate.

Now, he has entered the WTO, and he is also in love.

In the previous dozen or so accessions, he had never had the mind to do so, because he knew that his requirements were very high and he looked casual, but the standards in his heart were almost impossible for any girl, even if it was Na Mo Ming, in his heart he was just a pink skeleton.

He looked down at the persistent girl, even though it was late at night, her body seemed to be radiating light.

The dirty, torn clothes seemed to be more beautiful than the washed robe, and he was deeply obsessed.

At this moment, he wished that he would become a holy son, and even thought uglyly, fortunately, Lu Feng was dead, and he was missing one of his strongest competitors.

"The Guardian said that the Holy Son is unpredictable, he may be a strong man, he may be a weak man, he may be a person who cultivates darkness, and in the darkness blooms the flower of light, or he may be light himself. ”

"Maybe it's the Son when you find it, maybe ...... It can make the person who cultivates the light evolve into a holy son himself...... Perhaps, I am the Son. Nineteen muttered softly to himself.

If he were the Son, then everything would be justified and would not even be a matter of effort.

Nineteen pursed his extremely thin lips, his appearance was not bad, he gradually matured as he grew older, and continued to grow.

He was tall and muscular, and he was the most humane compared to the monks in the temple.

He glanced at the south, at this time, his master and some powerful monks of the military god should be in the southwest, ready to deal with the biggest crisis.

He looked down at Manman again, she was almost there.

Wounds on the hands, wounds on the knees, wounds on the forehead...... The old wounds have not gone away, and the new ones have increased.

Even Nineteen was secretly gritting his teeth.

Three steps away!

There are only two steps!

The last step!

After a long journey of kneeling and worshipping, he finally reached the top of the mountain, his expression was very tired, and his appearance was even more embarrassed, but at this time, all the monks, including Nineteen, seemed to be shocked at this moment.

I don't know why, seeing this girl, it seems to see the scorching sun, wantonly releasing her own light, which makes everyone excited.

"I'm here ......" glanced at Nineteen at a long time, her voice was very soft and soft, and there was a little nasal with a cute nasal voice, but her eyes were as bright as day.

"Yes, you've arrived. Nineteen chuckled in his heart, and his face did not change, because many eminent monks came out, looking at the holy woman, with great admiration.

"You can rest for a while, freshen up and then go to see the statue of the Son Buddha. ”

"I'm going to go now...... I knelt down all the way, all the way in embarrassment, just to show the statue of the Holy Son Buddha. ”

"Lu Feng said that if you are good to a person, you must let him see it, if you have three points for him, let him think it is five points, and if you have eight points for him, let him think it is twelve points. "It's a good idea.

Nineteen was speechless, always feeling that there was something wrong with this logic, but he couldn't find a place to refute it for a while.

He said in his heart, fortunately, Lu Feng is dead.

Under the attention of everyone, he staggered to the statue of the Holy Son Buddha.

The statue of the Holy Son Buddha was tall and mighty, but there was no face, and she was a little stunned.

Because in her heart, although she is a holy envoy, she has always rejected this identity, and even if she brings it, she will reject the Holy Son, if she is not desperate this time, she will not come.

However, when she saw the statue of the Holy Son Buddha, she felt a sense of familiarity, as it should be, like an old friend who had not seen her for many years, and she trusted the statue of the Holy Son Buddha very much.

This feeling made her addicted, but it also alerted her.

A single Buddha statue is so terrifying that it can affect one's own mind, and how terrible it must be for the Holy Son himself.

Man Man took three sticks of incense beside him, lit them, and knelt down in front of the statue of the Holy Son Buddha.

After worshipping, the statue of the Holy Son Buddha did not respond.

Second Worship...... Three Worships......

Still no response.

The monks felt a little sorry for the holy envoy, but they felt that it was reasonable, after all, the statue of the Holy Son Buddha would not use divine power for a trivial matter.

"Sincerity is spirit. A high monk stood up and said that he had done what Master Wuyi had instructed, because Master Wuyi wanted the holy envoy to be able to retract his mind and completely forget about the world, so that he could devote himself to serving the statue of the Son Buddha.

"The more you kneel and worship, the more likely it is that the statue of the Son of God will appear. ”

Long pursed his lips and continued to kowtow.

Her body was sore, her eyes were red and swollen, almost to the extreme