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Scratching the ears and cheeks.

Hehe, well, I'll admit that I'm stupid by nature and didn't realize.

Han Xian's face was full of wry smiles, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at the monk with resentment, and his heart was already sighing: "It's a treasure, but the person who excavates with all his heart is indeed a little weak, the tool has been broken when he scratches his ears, and even his ruthless fingers have been worn through when he scratches his cheeks." ’

Shen Xian just laughed, and his resentment against Han Xian was just a light shake of his head.

The Buddha talks about understanding, and if he can't understand it, then he can't blame the Buddha.

Han Xian couldn't understand the meaning, but the blue eagle who was determined to be the king seemed to be suddenly opened, although the bearded dragon was broken by Han Xian, but it was already lifeless, but it did not dissipate, still with a hideous face and pride, but the blue eagle was not in a hurry to pounce.

Of course, this can't be giving Han Xian a chance to breathe, but Lan Ying himself is being confused by the Dharma.

His beard was thick, but it couldn't hide the flickering look.

"Hahaha~~. ”

It's so happy to laugh, can't you become the first person in the world from now on?

"Woo woo ~ ~~. ”

It's so sad to cry, is it because someone kicked off the throne and fell into the cold soil to become a prisoner?

What a joyful face this is, Han Xian couldn't help but be stunned when he saw it, but at the same time Han Xian was stunned, he did realize that this was an opportunity for him.

"Hehe, it's still a high move, just recite any mantra, and you can fool people stupidly. ”

Han Xian couldn't help but casually disdain Lan Ying's smiling face, and his hands were also non-stop, the mantra Buddha's light flickered peacefully, and his eyes couldn't help but be cold, after all, he was going to kill people, how could he be a frivolous and stupid image.

But when Han Xian's cold gaze swept on Lan Ying's wry smile and didn't know it.

frivolous like a maggot on the tarsal bones, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching slightly, and a dark and playful smile was hung on his face.

Maggots meet the heat of midsummer to get unprecedented fertile nutrients, and their smiles change from a trace to the sea.

The Buddha really has a good move.

Han Xian smiled, and Han Xian laughed along with Lan Ying's smile, unable to explain whether Han Xian's smile was disdainful, or a sneer, or a smile from the bottom of his heart.

"Hehe~~. ”

What are you laughing at, are you the man who rose up to overthrow the tyranny of the Blue Eagle?

"Woo~~~. ”

You are still crying, is the new dynasty you established just a flash in the pan, and it has been restored by the Blue Eagle?

I don't know, I can't see, I can't think clearly.

Because whether it is Blue Eagle or Han Xian, they have laughed more than once, and they have cried more than once, they laughed, happily danced like children, they cried, turned over like a book, and did not see tears for a long time, they were indeed like children.

"Amitabha. ”

A Zen monk chanted a Buddha horn lightly, with a knowing smile on his face, and whispered in his mouth: "Great wisdom, great benevolence, true colors." ”

The Buddha is really difficult to understand.

Is crying and laughing like a child true wisdom, true kindness, and true nature?

Is it wisdom for children to wrestle their hands? Is it true that ten children are so angry that they don't give anything unless they rob it? But when it comes to true colors, children are worthy of the word 'true', because they cry when they want to cry, and they are equally unambiguous when they want to laugh.

Who says that hand-wrenching is not wisdom?

Who said that being stingy and not giving is not merciful?

Who said, cry when you want to cry, and laugh when you want to laugh is the true color of chaos.

Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing originally, where to stir up dust.

Where does the dust come from, is it a long sigh given by the troubles of fate as the years grow?

Bodhi, Spiegel.

I don't have to ask, I don't understand, I ask my heart, and only a child who is pure and impure can really not think about what Bodhi is and which platform is Mingjing.

If you are an adult, you may naively think that it is a place of freedom, that is a place where treasures are hidden, where there are supreme magical heaven and earth creation exercises and martial arts, and there may be treasures of immortality.

Rush, kill, find it.

The blood flowed, and the dust came.

And at this moment, Han Xian and Lan Ying were laughing and crying, what did they see?

Of course, he saw that he was born in a laughing dream, crying loudly, when the hall was full of joy, and the eyes outside were full of bright sky, he must also be happy with a smile.

But the good times were short-lived.

With the passage of time, the person who was born grew up little by little, and the cry was innocent, but then it was mixed with other complications, sometimes crying was not because of unexpected pain, but to achieve a goal that could not be achieved with laughter, and later people stopped crying, but they were indeed obsessed with others crying, because their purpose was achieved, so the lost person cried hysterically.

Even though they were still children at that time, they were all thinking about being the king of children, and they all liked to be surrounded by a group of imps and cheering, and the eyes of the person in the middle would definitely have the majesty of a king.

It's funny, it's really funny.

People who have grown up have become obsessed with smiles, and even more obsessed with sneers of pride, contempt, and pride.

It seems that that is the truest portrayal of true temperament.

What did the Blue Eagle see and think?

There must be too many things when you are born, such as crying or something, but it's different when you mix up with the children, I think my crying was the biggest one at that time, so I was the one who was taken care of the most, and when I grew up, I found that everyone and I had the same face.

I feel a little unhappy.

Come up with an idea, a good idea, let the beard on your face grow wildly, be uninhibited, and finally find your own uniqueness among all living beings.

But it seems that all living beings have eyes and no beads, and they dare to dislike my supreme majesty.

But this time I didn't cry, but responded to the ridicule with disdain, conquered the disgust with the arrogant guiding fist, and finally sneered proudly with the supreme dignity.

"Haha, in the children's pile, I have become a king. ”

At this moment, the resentment with the blue eagle in the sky of Yiyang City has not cried for a long time, but a proud smile, a disdainful laugh, a proud laugh, and he used a sneer to break the original nature of the living.

Children exchange tears for their own wants, and when they grow up, tears are despised, and what they fight for with blood is the most perfect.

Use your own and use someone else's.

Those who aspire to be kings, and those who believe in blood, have they really forgotten their true colors?

The beard mask decorates too much reality for others to see through.

And what is the crying and laughing Han Xianke thinking?

Of course, like the blue eagle, he saw his own life, and of course he would have a lot of smiles, and he grew up crying and laughing.

But it seems that he is quite unlucky, although his crying is the hardest, and it is also the loudest, but the effect of tears is indeed a little helpless, because those adults are not the first to take care of the fiercest crying, but the youngest.

There seemed to be some godlessness in the blur of tears, but I still grew up.

At this time, I also woke up to the fact that it is useless to cry, and it is the most thoughtful to let others cry.

But it didn't take long for him to be proud, and he was counterattacked by those who only knew how to cry, and before he could look at him proudly and look at him, he was jointly surrounded and suppressed by them.

But he was not afraid, although he was already crying with a blue nose and swollen face, but those encirclement and suppression armies were also rushed by themselves.

"Haha, the most important thing is that after the adults beat me fatly, they also piggybacked on their feet to educate the encirclement and suppression army. ”

It's so fun.

At this moment, in the sky of Yiyang City, Han Xian, who is full of this blue and white sickly face, is really happy to cry and laugh, the past is always beautiful, and rolling all over the ground is sometimes nostalgic.

But Han Xian still grew up, as for the original intention, he may not have forgotten it in crying and laughing.

The two embodied bodies standing in Yiyang Ruins City had already recovered from the past, and the blue eagle flashed with a cold and arrogant countenance, and his eyes sneered like a torch on Han Xian's slightly gray smiling face.

"Hmph, you'd better die. ”

Lan Ying sneered in his mouth, and the evil dragon that had been frozen in his beard immediately glowed with terrifying vitality, and opened his mouth to bite Han Xian, if he was bitten and swallowed in his stomach this time, I am afraid he would not give Han Xian a chance to punch through.

After all, eating a trench grows a wisdom.

"Purify the mind and destroy my slow mind. ”

Han Xian seemed to have attained enlightenment, ignoring the fishy smell of the evil dragon, and only smiling peacefully at the blue eagle, but even if he became a Buddha, he would not be stupid to die.

He opened his mouth lightly and said, "What." ”

The mantra flew out of Han Xian's mouth, but it was still the same as before, not caring about the bite of the evil dragon's mouth for defense, but drifting towards the main blue eagle.

Does Han Xian still have such self-confidence?

Could it be that he naively thought that with the mantra of the word 'what', the slow flight would lead the evil dragon to the first and ban the blue eagle first.

"Hehe~. ”

Lan Ying smiled, of course he was qualified to laugh, because with the speed at which the mantra of the word 'what' fluttered, the evil dragon could digest Han Xian several times.

But this time his smile was indeed a sneer, there was no smugness, no contempt, and no arrogance.

Who said that Han Xian is the only one who is pure and obscure?

Who said that Han Xian was the only one who destroyed my slow heart?