Dandan, the country of Buddhism. The "Guoyuan Shenfu Temple" is regarded as the symbol of the capital of Dandan (Yuru), and it is also the only specific Buddhist temple where the royal family held religious ceremonies.

Yuru, the national capital in the south of Emperor Ying, has many monks and nuns, and is known as the "capital of Buddhism" because of the temples and monasteries.

The so-called mountain is not high, there is a fairy name.

This person is the most respected national teacher in the country of Dandan, who is famous in Jiuzhou.

On the first and fifteenth days of the Lunar New Year or the traditional festival of sacrificing to the gods, the good men and women of "Yuru", or the three refugee laymen, will flock to the festival one after another, taking advantage of the opportunity to try to pay a glimpse of the national teacher and rub some blessings.

In recent years, the perennial incense smoke of the Guoyuan Shenfu Temple, the blessing candles are shining, and the number of believers has increased dramatically, which has created the "Guoyuan Shenfu Temple" to become the most prosperous incense in the whole Dandan, and it has gradually built into the largest temple.

On the first morning of the new year, the fragrant Bodhi tree flowers, the capital of Yuru that is still blooming in the treetops, the golden sunlight slowly climbs up the towering pagoda, the red-roofed temple, and the red, green and yellow temples with a single fish ridge-shaped roof, which makes Yuru full of mysterious Buddha rhyme.

The cigarettes in the city are curling, the bells are melodious, the chimes are crisp and beautiful, and the sound of passing is endless.

On the first day of the fourth month, a grand and solemn day, because the unphased national teacher, who has always lived in seclusion and mystery, will only appear on this day to preach for the believers.

Therefore, early in the morning, dignitaries or pawn traders from all walks of life rushed to come to the "National Academy of Wisdom" to listen to his lectures on Buddhism.

Suzaku Street was spotlessly cleaned, and the treetops were covered with Sanskrit yellow cloth towels and sprinkled with holy water, which was clean and solemn, but at this time, someone saw a foul-smelling thing crawling in the middle of the street.

I don't know how many people were stunned by Lu Dao along the way, but I found out that it was a person when I looked closely.

She was holding a messy chicken nest head, as dirty as a calf rolling out of a mud ball, and she was still wearing a Xixiang embroidered shoe on one foot, but the other side was gone, revealing a white and delicate Tianzu, which was not carefully wound like the Miss Scholar.

She snorted and panted, using her hands and feet together, and climbed to the front of the temple in the most humble posture, staring at the solemn Buddhist temple above her head with a pair of swarthy eyes.

Kokuin Shinfukuji Temple is also located in Kyoto's most prosperous Suzaku Street, and people come and go in the past, but they all avoid her, showing disgust and disgust for fear of being infected by her.

But no one dared to make a move in front of the sacred Buddhist temple to make a move to reproach people, not because she was moved by her devout attitude of seeking Buddha, just because the national teacher of Wuxiang once said: In front of the Buddha, all living beings are equal. Whether it is a beggar or a sinner or an emperor's general, he is treated equally.

The beggar was so engrossed that she was completely oblivious to the gaze of the people around her as if they were looking at a filthy rat that stinks in the gutter.

Grandmother is above, she, finally, in, here!

Yu Ziying twitched her pantothenic acid nose, and only then did she limp up, Tianyou pity her for how she survived after seventy-seven or eighty-one difficulties along the way, besieged by wolves and poisonous spiders, buried alive by the landslide and mud and rocks, pecked at the flesh by crows and flying vultures, and split by thunder and lightning......

She knew that the body she crossed was a moldy body, but she didn't expect that because of her intervention, she would be able to turn the bad luck up a few times and turn it into a heavenly body!

If it weren't for the fact that she knew how to rob the heavens, and took the lead in surviving to make herself miserable and embarrassed instead of the heaviest heavenly felling, it is estimated that she would have been out of the wilderness long ago.

But if the heavenly doom body is not removed, she will definitely die!

She did everything in her pre-existing life, wanting to break her life and survive, but she didn't want to accidentally travel through another world and be resurrected.

It's fate, it's luck. If she were an ordinary person, she could only grit her teeth and admit it, but she was a magic doctor! She spent her whole life cultivating medicine and occult arts, and her grandmother exhausted her vitality and lifespan, and their family used all means to make her live to the age of twenty in her previous life, how could she be willing to die here!

After she was reborn, she was able to predict that there was a once-in-a-millennium atmospheric luck in the western location, and she thought that if she could borrow this person's luck, she would be able to reduce some of her bad luck in this heavenly doom conflict, and it was she who crawled from the resurrected dead city to the dead.

Symbiosis of origin, harmony and harmony, and the auspicious clouds almost enveloped the entire Yuru City - her eyes flashed with brilliance.

That's right, the person she's looking for is inside this magnificent temple!

She stood up on her knees, picked her hair and wiped the sweat on her face by the way, revealing half of her swollen eye sockets, stained with mud and blood, and lying on her stomach like a meat bun stepping on the ground.

She turned her eyes to look at the stacked mountains of the temple, the glow of the glow and the beautiful ribbons filled everything with emptiness, the fragrance of red sandalwood, the green trees and the ancient vines of the giant trees were quite old, and the most magnificent tower stood faintly revealing a section of ivory white building cornices.

From that direction, she felt a majestic and vast righteousness coming out, shocking the Quartet, relieved, and calm.

Ziying's body shook suddenly, and two strings of sticky nosebleeds slipped down her nose, her face was expressionless, and she didn't even move her eyebrows, so she wiped it off with her sleeves.

When the sun is auspicious, it is the hour when the yin qi of her heavenly body is the weakest, and she is desperate to the death!

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The long and heavy bell rang three times, and in the Ayursu Hall, the devotees who came to the Holy Heaven Pagoda, led by the great monk Yinbei, went to the Holy Heaven Pagoda to recite the "Three Refuges" under the tree in the Buddha's birthplace, and to give a lecture and preach.

After completing a series of devout and elaborate ceremonies, everyone came to the Holy Heaven Pagoda, where the glazed tiles carved with the sacred scriptures, the ochre walls of the crimson columns, the distinctive single-style architecture of the main hall, and the ivory-colored houses and cornices were delicate and exquisite, as if they were spotless.

Under the blue sky, the flowers and green grass stand among them, giving people a sense of transcendent beauty, and in front of the main hall is a square, which is very spacious and solemn.

"I finally have the opportunity to see the holy face of the Phaseless National Master, what should I do, Qinglian? We're so nervous. "The girls with silk handkerchiefs and pink cheeks under the square were so nervous in anticipation that their voices trembled.

And the girl named Qinglian, who had a beautiful white and greasy face, looked much calmer and calmer: "You guys, try to take a deep breath and stay calm, otherwise after a while, let the Wuxiang National Master see our indecent demeanor, and the impression will be completely ruined." ”

Although he persuaded others like this, Yuwen Qinglian's heart was also not calm, a pair of starry eyes were gloomy and gloomy, and his arrogant cherry lips were pursed.

Without that stupid and fat obstacle, this time, no matter what, she has to do whatever it takes to get the favor of the Wuxiang National Teacher!

Knock knock! Three crisp sounds, and the crowd in the square held their breath and tensed their cheeks, staring at the end of the red corridor for a moment, silent.

Here it comes! The Phaseless National Master is here!

The first thing that caught their eyes was not the much-anticipated Wuxiang National Master, but ten tall men wearing pure black thin wide sleeves, red auspicious clouds and narrow swings, similar to Oriental samurai-like clothing.

They wore cinnabar masks on their faces, and each white fox mask was painted with a lifelike and colorful butterfly on the left eye.

These ten people feel very treacherous, their steps are frivolous and silent, and they walk like elegant, without a trace of human breath.

It's like a ghostly shadow on paper.

I heard that these ten people are the snow fox envoys of the Wuxiang National Teacher, and they escort the Wuxiang National Teacher like a shadow, and their skills are high.

Then the abbot of the monastery, dressed in a red brocade robe, followed the three great monks out, and waited on both sides of the stairs with ten snow fox envoys.

The wind rises, the clouds flow smoothly, a white robe and apricot shirt flutter and dance with the wind, the breeze is cold, the Bodhi flowers are scattered, with a kind of 10,000-year-old wood heavy sandalwood soft caress everyone's sense of smell.

"Boom-"

I don't know who swallowed the sound of saliva.

The corridor is smooth and clean without a trace of dust, the blue pond at the water steps outside the corridor is beautiful, the fragrant flowers are scattered, and the clothes that are spotless have no intention of brushing over the rainbow railing, vast and handsome, the first time I saw the national teacher of Wuxiang, no one could believe that the person who shook Jiuzhou was so young and ......

His quiet gaze was calm and clear, like the morning dawn that divides yin and yang, black and white. A smile and a smile, waves in the far sky, the ancient cypress luxuriant Bodhi flowers and he seems to be integrated with the surrounding spring, it is impossible to distinguish whether to live in reality or virtual realm.

The stunning elegance at that glance had already made everyone at the foot of the long stairs look up to them.

At that moment, even the sound of the heartbeat was still, for this moment, silence, melancholy, attachment.

The posture of the national teacher is like a cypress pine, the green bamboo is strong, and the amid is misty, and the voice is like a warm and moist scattered among the falling flowers: "Thank you for coming here, Wuxiang is very grateful." ”

This sentence was the switch to open the gate and release the tiger, and after a moment's delay, the people below almost burst out with a warm and joyful response.

The girls, in particular, were so excited that their cheeks were red and they were panting. I can't believe that I really saw the rumored Wuxiang National Teacher with my own eyes!

However, in the pure place of Buddhism, and in front of the Wuxiang National Teacher, how dare they be reckless.

The moment Yuwen Qinglian saw Wuxiang, her heart was beating like a beat, only to feel that everything around her was blurred and blurred, only the figure of the white robe and apricot shirt became clearer and brighter, almost burning her whole body.

The feather eyelashes are preached above, and under the shadow of a soft line of the side face, six phoenix hairpins carved from white jade raise a head of green silk, and a few strands of black hair and the red rope of the hairpin slide down and wind in the dark silk placket of the bright placket.

Behind him, the ten snow fox envoys protected by a fan arc, there are also abbots and masters on the left and right to respectfully worship, he stands on the bright and clean high platform under the warm sun, his eyes are vast and ethereal, and he can't climb it, it is so far away, like a god.

- If you honor him as a god, I am afraid that no one will dare to oppose him at this moment.

There was silence in an instant, and everyone in the square suddenly felt ashamed of their deeds, so they consciously bowed down and listened, not daring to blaspheme them with their sight.

When everyone was full of awe and unattainable for Wuxiang, no one saw that there was a fat man hiding in the shadows but sharpening his knife, looking at our holy and immaculate national teacher with a hunting light, and looked at it unabashedly.

"Found it...... Strong...... No......"

The aggressive eyes, the bulging body, the shrunken mouth and the constant fragmentation of thoughts, all show four big words - bad intentions!

------Off topic------

This chapter is full of a lot of foreshadowing for Wuxiang.,Just because he'll be the only three views in this text.,In a group of crazy male protagonists,,He'll be the only normal and rigorous weather vane (maybe.)" ）

Therefore, as soon as I write about him, I always want to pile all kinds of beautiful words on him=. =

But when I thought that he would be occupied by the beast heroine, I felt all kinds of heartache and sadness in my heart~

PS：

If you don't want to be prostituted, hurry up and smash the heroine with a message, if you want the heroine to prostitute our white Buddha without a picture, just use the collection to smash the author, hahaha-

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High-speed debut Nine Emperor entanglement, the latest chapter of the cute concubine at the age of thirteen, this chapter is the first chapter alive, with a dead posture! If you think this chapter is not bad, please don't forget to recommend it to your friends in the QQ group and Weibo!