"Little Tuanzi, bear with us a little longer, and we will be able to reach the top of the mountain. As she spoke, she hugged the little ball tightly and walked forward.

Xiao Tuanzi cried and begged all the way, and when he approached the temple on the top of the mountain, he screamed in pain, rolled out of Su Dandan's arms, fell to the ground, and was bound by the fairy rope, he rolled and jumped on the ground, until a blood-red thing on his body surged out of his mouth, and the thing was like light and water, roaring out of the sky, straight into the sky, and finally like ink thrown into the water, it faded and disappeared.

Xiao Tuanzi was sweating profusely and fainted to the ground, Ao Zhan picked up Xiao Tuanzi, breathed a sigh of relief, looked up and said to Su Dandan: "It's okay." ”

Su Dandan took Xiao Tuanzi from his arms distressedly, opened the safe space, and sent Xiao Tuanzi into the safe space.

"Let's go. Su Dan said.

Ao Zhan took her to the temple on the top of the mountain, and when she walked to the top of the mountain, in front of the huge temple was the main hall where she was located, and the mountain god at the vermilion gate suddenly appeared, blocking the way of the two.

"Presumptuous, where does the filthy thing come from, and dare to trespass on the pure land of Buddhism, and don't leave quickly. The burly mountain god is more than a foot taller, the mighty and huge body is blocked in front of the temple, holding the Zhenshan artifact in his hand, King Kong glared angrily at the people under his feet, and the mighty voice seemed to come from all directions, echoing in the sky.

Su Dandan stepped forward, saluted respectfully, and said: "Believer Su Dandan, come to petition for the common people in the world, please open the Great God Network and let me in." ”

The mountain god laughed when he heard this, as if he had heard the most ridiculous and ridiculous joke in the world, and said: "You are a monster, but you want to petition for the common people in the world, it is just laughing at me, where did you come from, where do you go back, Buddhism is pure, I don't want to dirty my hands." He said and looked at Ao Zhan, and reprimanded sharply, "You are a god clan, why did you fight with the evil demons to bring her here and disturb the purity of the Buddha's door, it is simply presumptuous. ”

Ao Zhan was about to say something, the door of the temple was opened, and a five-year-old little novice walked out, his hands were folded, but he was wearing a white unsullied monk's robe.

"Amitabha, please come in with the two donors, His Holiness is waiting for them. Little Shami said. As he spoke, he looked up and said to the mountain god, "This morning, when the master was lecturing, he said that there were guests coming in the afternoon, and you must have dozed off again, so you didn't even listen to the master's words, didn't you?"

Hearing this, the mountain god showed an embarrassed expression on his face, scratched his head, and said, "I am naturally listening to Master's lectures, but I forgot about this matter, who knew that the person Master was waiting for was actually a demon race." As he spoke, the figure turned into a puff of smoke and vanished.

The little monk said to Su Dandan and Ao Zhan: "Come in with me." As he spoke, he turned and walked inside.

Entering the temple, all the way were monks in red monks' robes, like a little monk like this innocent monk's robes almost none, he walked barefoot, walking lightly, the soles of his feet stepped on the branches, but the branches did not move.

Su Dandan's eyes fell on the little monk, although he seemed to be very young, he was a hidden master.

The two followed the little monk to the Dharma King's meditation room, the door of the meditation room was clean and not stained with dust, the bluestone floor tiles were green and tender grass in the gaps, softly wrapped the floor tiles, in the meditation room, the old Dharma King was dressed in a red monk's robe, carrying a string of six wooden Buddhist beads that had already been pulped, sitting cross-legged on a chair, and the sunlight outside the window threw in, just falling on him.

(Markor Literature-)