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This is the tenth life, which means that he has been eaten for the ninth life. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Every Obon Festival is a grand event to share his food, and even if his expectations for the master are high, they are also worn out by the sharing of food again and again.

Everyone who eats his flesh and blood has faintly become a person on the side of the Buddha, making his position as a Buddha more and more stable.

"Master, you said that if your disciple's memory is restored, he will become a Buddha. Buddhism has nothing to say, I wonder when the master will fulfill this promise? ”

Tang Seng had a weak smile on his face, as if he had returned to his previous benevolent and gentle appearance in such an instant.

But Mo Li saw it very clearly, the green tendons on the back of Tang Seng's hands burst out, and he didn't know what he was trying to hide.

Speaking of which, Mo Li didn't know anything about what happened before Tang Seng learned the scriptures, and he couldn't guess even if he wanted to.

"Naturally, it won't be a lie, but now is not the best time to become a Buddha."

"Two Wukongs, I don't know which is true and which is false, and now it is imperative to distinguish the real one."

"On the way to learn the scriptures, Wukong is loyal to you, and he has subdued demons and eliminated demons along the way, never saying that he is tired, and it is worth fighting for the title of Buddha."

Rulai spared no effort to praise Sun Wukong, as if he was sure that the last one left behind must be a six-eared macaque.

Tang Seng was slightly surprised by his words, and the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Although Wukong doesn't respect him very much, if it weren't for him along the way, he would inevitably suffer from sharing food in this life.

Therefore, even if it is for the sake of this merit, he must save Wukong.

It's a big deal not to become a Buddha, it's a big deal to leave the Western Elysium.

Besides, he didn't think that this was the Western Elysium, where intrigue and intrigue were everywhere, and where did the word Pure Land deserve.

"There are five immortals in Zhou Tian, who are gods, men and ghosts in heaven and earth; There are five insects, which are scales and feathers. This guy is neither heaven nor earth, nor god, neither human, nor ghost, nor beetle, nor scale, nor hair, nor feather, nor kun. There are also four monkeys mixed in the world, and they do not belong to the ten categories......"

If you come on, let's talk a bunch of useless nonsense, and Mo Li doesn't understand.

And looking at the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the hall, one thought it was true, and nodded yes, Mo Li felt very funny.

It's just to popularize the information of the six-eared macaque, do you need such a compliment?

There was a bunch of nonsense, but not a word of business.

Immediately afterwards, Rulai casually covered a monkey in the main hall with a cover.

"This is a six-eared macaque, pretending to be Wukong."

Hearing this, the smile on the corner of Mo Li's mouth became bigger and bigger, this ability to refer to the deer as a horse is really not weak at all.

Looking at Sun Wukong, who was jumping up and down trying to break through the restraints but was always bounced back again and again, Mo Li suddenly felt a little sad in his heart.

"Buddha, the disciple has objections."

Mo Li didn't know what the real Buddha looked like, or what the real Journey to the West looked like, but this Buddha was not worthy of respect.

Pointing to Sun Dasheng, who was like a fake, he kept saying that he was a six-eared macaque without changing his face.

Monks don't speak, hehe, what is a tongue?

"Bone Spirit? Since Jin Chanzi accepted you as a disciple, I am also your ancestor, why don't I give you a name from this seat, what do you think? ”

If someone else can be named by the Buddha, it will definitely feel that it is an extremely honorable thing.

"Thank you for the Buddha's love, and the disciple thinks that Xiaobai's name is very good." Mo Li hooked her lips and said indifferently.

"Buddha, this is the real Monkey King, you are mistaken."

Mo Li's words fell, and there was an uproar in the hall.

Even the Buddha's face couldn't help but stiffen, and Guanyin's heart beat twice hard.

She didn't know what the problem was, obviously the two monkeys were exactly the same, and the six-eared macaque also knew what Sun Wukong knew, so it was natural that she couldn't tell the truth from the false.

If it weren't for the fact that she handled this matter herself, she might not be able to tell the difference.

Now a little white bone spirit has popped up, and he is actually speaking wildly here.

Mo Li hooked the corners of her mouth, laughing wantonly, but also arrogant.

"Buddha, the Great Sage once gave me a few strands of monkey hair, just to sense which one is true and which one is false, but the result is exactly the opposite of the Buddha's judgment?"

Restored to the appearance of a white bone spirit, Moli's every move carries the temptation of elegance and peerlessness, which makes people in a trance.

Ten fingers are delicate, like peeling onion roots, but the top is a bright red nail, an extreme contrast, but also an extreme charm.

Sun Wukong, who was standing in the Buddha's hood, stopped resisting, looked at the finger pointed at him, and felt that it was his salvation.

How could he not know about the Buddha's conspiracy, but now he can't resist it.

Xiaobai spoke for him like this, if he provoked Rulai to be impatient, the end would not be very good.

"Bodhisattva, why don't you recite another mantra? The Spell Can't Be a Fake, Can It? Mo Li raised her hand to brush away the black hair that had slid down her cheeks, and said lightly with a smile.

Mo Li's temperament is a little cold, and the appearance of the white bone spirit is charming, and the fusion of the two is tantamount to a huge impact.

Such a person is only suitable for being a demon, not for becoming a Buddha.

The Bodhisattva glanced at Nyolai, and when he saw that Nyolai nodded, he closed his eyes and began to read.

Mo Li glanced at Sun Wukong, and rolled in pain, and soon, Mo Li knocked on the hard cover and said, "Okay, it's almost the same as pretending." ”

Murray's actions and actions puzzled the Bodhisattva.

"The Bodhisattva doesn't know, Master once told me about the mantra of the Tightening Mantra, so, after a few studies, the Tightening Mantra will not have much impact on the Great Sage, and as for the painful rolling, it is even more impossible to happen."

Mo Li stretched out her fingers and touched her long hair, which was soft and comfortable, and this hair quality can be 100% eaten in the modeling industry in modern times.

"Impossible." The Bodhisattva subconsciously spoke.

The Tight Hoop Mantra, the Golden Hoop Mantra, and the Forbidden Hoop Mantra are all things that the Buddha personally called her, how could they be untied by an ordinary mountain demon.

"Nothing is impossible, if the Bodhisattva does not believe, he can try."

Sun Wukong didn't know Xiaobai's intentions, obviously the golden hoop spell had not been solved, but Sun Wukong still quietly watched the development of the situation, let Mo Li call the shots, and did not speak.

Xiaobai's words have her own intentions.

The Bodhisattva began to read, and Sun Wukong was still howling in pain, but it was a six-eared macaque, and there was no other movement except for his pale face.

"Fisherman, are you dead now?"

Mo Li sighed and replied, "Bodhisattva, I have to emphasize two things here, first, I am not called Xiaobai, and I don't like the name of fisherman. ”

"Second, what I said just now is false, I'm not a monk, so it's not a big deal to say a few lies, right?"