Xuankong said: "It's just a bird." ”

Fahai said sharply: "Birds can't do it, besides, aren't you also a bird?"

Xuankong's face was a little ugly.

Demons also have reverse scales, and once they cultivate into adulthood, they are extremely proud, and they feel that their faces are green.

"This, Master, I am a person who has attained enlightenment, and besides, I have escaped into the empty door, can I be compared with such animals?"

"Hugh wants to talk nonsense. Fahai waved his hand and once again drove the female away.

The female bird hovered in mid-air, chirping softly, chirping with a deep affection.

tried to pounce again and again, but was driven away by Fahai.

Again and again.

Xuankong was placed in the skin of the male bird, and did not invade Xiaojin's soul, but only felt an extremely thick stalk in his heart.

"Red dust karma, why be persistent, it's just a loss, it's also a loss, today I will give you a chance, whether you can practice depends on your luck. ”

Carry a trace of Buddha seal in your hand and point it in the air.

Opened the mind for the female bird.

The female froze in mid-air, glanced at the male, and seemed to understand something.

He flew away without looking back.

On the contrary, Xuankong tilted his head, feeling Xiaojin's state of mind, but he had never experienced it, pondered for a while, and asked, "Master, what is love?"

Fahai was asked in a daze, and even the Dharma Jinglun was confused.

It has always been the ultimate test of the liberation of the red dust.

Even the immortals of the Daomen are often trapped by love, the fairies in the sky often go down to the mortal for private matching, and even the gods of the heavenly court often have peachy disputes.

I am also facing emotional entanglement.

The key is that this thread of love is still ghostly.

"Bastard, love is a flood beast, the six roots of the monk are not pure, what are you talking about escaping into the empty door?"

"If you are obsessed with love, you will be greedy for the world, jealousy from love, lust from love, obsession with troubles, how can you be liberated?"

Guan Hai suddenly became angry, and Xuankong's neck shrank: "Master, where are we going now?"

Fahai said: "Do you know about Lingtai Temple?"

"You know, three hundred miles away from here, I can fly there in only half an hour, are we going to Lingtai Temple?"

"It's good to know. ”

Fahai's heart jumped for no reason, and his mouth was bitter.

This guy is really a fool.

Who doesn't collide, but actually collides with the general trend?

If it is a great compassion and great compassion for Avalokiteshvara, it is a big deal to recite the scriptures for 7749 days.

But this is the supreme power of the great momentum.

collided and was killed directly by a thunderbolt.

I can only talk about it if I go hard.

"Besides, are there any other monsters in the mountains over here?"

Xuankong replied: "Master doesn't know, the mountain people here can cultivate and work well, and the disciple still has a lot of credit. ”

"Oh? ”

Xuankong said: "I was originally a golden eagle on this Shifeng Mountain, and I was lit by a god, and I gradually had spiritual wisdom, and I have cultivated for more than 300 years. ”

Fahai was worried about the origin of his footsteps, and asked, "Then who are you to ignite?"

Xuankong had a hint of triumph on his face: "The disciple doesn't know much, I was confused at that time, I only remember that it was a lame fairy with a golden hairpin on his head and a pair of iron crutches." ”

After speaking, he secretly glanced at Fahai.

Fahai raised his head: "Lame immortal? is still wearing a pair of iron crutches, is it the head of the eight immortals, who was invited by Lao Tzu to sleepwalk in Huashan and borrow the corpse to return the soul?"

Xuankong's eyes rolled: "It seems to be." ”

"Bastard, you dare to put gold on your face?"

Xuankong's neck shrank again: "The disciple doesn't dare, the disciple really doesn't remember." ”

Fahai asked, "Who passed on your magical powers?"

Xuankong is extremely distressed, since he attained the Tao, he has regarded himself as a disciple of Tie Guan Li, and has been passed on by Zhong Han to leave his relatives, and he has traveled to Penglai Immortal Mountain for a long time.

No one doubted it either.

But he was called by Fahai, where would he dare?

"The disciple doesn't remember this. ”

Fahai was no longer entangled, and picked up the Zen staff: "Do you have anything else to worry about here?"

"The disciple has no body, and he has no concerns, only some herbs are in the cave for alchemy, so he went to get them and left. ”

Fa Haiqi said: "You still know how to do alchemy?"

Xuankong's face was pale again: "It's just that there are some small studies, and Dan Dao is very crude." ”

Fahai looked at Xuankong, he really couldn't cry or laugh.

Ordinary demon transformation, no matter how long it takes, is quite stupid, very stupid, and has a simple head.

The words that come out are very childish.

If two monsters drink or discuss something, the conversation between the two monsters can be ridiculously suspicious of life.

That is, IQ is limited.

The style of acting is also very simple, if you can fight, you will fight, if you can't fight, you will run, and if you are caught, you will beg for mercy immediately.

At best, it is at the level of a human child who is twelve or thirteen years old.

Since they don't lie, they are often deceived by human monks.

This is good, there are many lies, and he can actually do alchemy?

"Let's go, you enter my Buddha Gate, these are all evil sects, you only need to meditate and practice penance. ”

But I didn't know that Fahai couldn't cry or laugh here.

Xuankong wants to cry without tears.

He is also an old demon for more than 300 years, and he is invincible in the area of Shifeng Mountain, and wherever he goes, the Venerable Master of Daomen claims to be a master of the Daomen, and he has reached the realm of Yuan Shen turning into nothingness.

What does this realm represent?

If you go one step further and reach the realm of Yuan Infant God, you can follow the example of Cao Weizheng and dream of slashing the old dragon of Jinghe.

Can't even pass a single move in Fahai's hands?

It's sacred.

This cultivation, even if the master of Xuanxin is authentic, I am afraid it will not be much better.

Thinking of this, my heart shuddered.

On the contrary, it is a blessing in disguise, and finally worships the right path and clings to the power.

Just a few herbs, and I still care about him.

"Master, then I'll lead the way. ”

As he spoke, the two of them hiked down the mountain.

Fahai went out of the mountain this time to practice, and if it was not necessary, he would not use spells.

So go very slowly.

Xuankong flew out for a while, and had to fly back to wait for him for a while.

Later, he simply didn't bother to fly again, so he stood on Fahai's shoulder.

Out of Shiquan Mountain, into the official road, the style of painting abruptly changed.

It's like a different world.

The loess is mottled, the sun is shining, the ground is steaming a lot of heat due to drought, and a little farther away is distorted by the steaming heat.

This summer has been three months of drought, there is no grain harvest, and at the foot of the mountain is a plain area, and even the grass on the roadside is dead.

There is a high temperature of at least forty-five or six degrees.

In modern times, it is impossible to go out in this weather.

But people in this era are not so lucky, no matter how hot they are, they have to serve hard labor.

On both sides of the official road stood a large group of officers and soldiers, armed with leather whips, driving a long line of ragged people, pushing carts, baskets, or picking or lifting, to transport the stone excavated in the mine to the city.

There was also a long line of men, with leg irons, who were supposed to be prisoners in the torture prison.

These shackles are even worse.

All are skinny.

The body is weak to this extent, and he doesn't have the physical strength to lift and lift, but he is still brutally squeezed, strung in a long chain by iron chains, and each person holds a piece of stone in his hand, and walks forward mechanically.

It's not like a human, it's like a bunch of zombies.

Although Fahai had been prepared for this thought, there was still a lot of gap between the memory in his mind and reality.

At this time, I saw with my own eyes, what a tragic word.

A short walk on, there were several fires burning on the side of the road, and several starving bodies did not know how long they had been dead, nor whether they had died of heat or starvation, or they had been beaten to death by leather whips, their clothes were stripped of their clothes, and the corpses were already thick with oil.

Inside the burning firewood, you can even see charred bodies.

The man who burned the corpse was even more numb, and he carried a machete in his hand, but with a knife he cut off his hands and feet, and threw it into the fire.

He frowned all the way.

When I got to the place where the corpse was burned, I couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and the Buddha's heart was in turmoil.

I closed my eyes and meditated for a while, but I still couldn't suppress the anger in my heart.

I sang a low sentence of my Buddha's compassion.

"Xuankong, who is this county official of Xushui City? Why is he so vicious? So hurtful and unreasonable, no one asks him for his guilt?"