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A group of people standing next to the corpse of the demon king, each waiting to see the appearance of watching a good show. They were all very curious about whether Master Tang Seng would start to lay Sun Wukong's monkey hair down from the bloody corpse.

It's like collecting money from the dead, it's such a strange thing.

Xiaoxian sneaked to the little doll's side and played with the baby. She really couldn't bear to look at Tang Seng with an embarrassed look, that kind of guilt would make her can't help but help. Well, looking at the bloody corpse, she really couldn't do it.

After looking at it for a while, Tang Seng stood there motionless and stared at the corpse, as if waiting for the monkey hair to fall automatically. Pouring Mo sighed, does this Tang Seng not want to start or not want to start or not want to start?

It was a little boring to watch, and she saw that Xiaoxian slipped to the baby's side and played happily with the baby. Looking at Tang Seng's boring appearance on the left, and looking at the little fairy with a happy family on the right, I feel that it is more interesting to coax children to play.

"Look, Tang Seng is going to start chanting the scriptures at this time." Pouring foam sat down, teasing the little doll's white and tender little hands, and playing with him happily.

Xiaoxian looked over and listened carefully. Said lightly: "This is the Buddhist mantra of rebirth, which is used in excess of it." The demon king may be hateful in your eyes, and the sin is extremely heinous, but in the eyes of the Buddha, he is the prodigal son who puts down the butcher's knife and turns back to the shore, which can be forgiven. Tang Seng is a member of the Buddhist family, and he chooses to forgive the demon king, so naturally he needs to be overtaken for the demon king. I'm afraid that this effort is just a waste of time. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Pour Mo asked.

"We are all human beings who have no afterlife, so how can the demon king transcend and enter reincarnation again? In my opinion, his actions are to be at ease. Fairy grabbed the little doll that was about to sneak away, and held it in Dump's arms.

Pouring foam subconsciously hugged the doll, the doll struggled vigorously in her arms, and when she couldn't break free, she used the ultimate killer scissors - crying. The crying baby gave Dump a little headache, and said helplessly: "These eighteen layers of hell are very big, but they can't escape my eyes." Let's let this little guy run around, save him from crying. ”

"Well, then let him go and let him move." Xiaoxian digs out her ears, and she can't stand the magic sound of the little doll.

After putting down the baby, his tears were taken away, as if he understood what the two people were saying. Obediently running around without stopping, and not going far, he could sense that someone was worried about him and didn't want him to run away. The little doll's behavior made the two girls sigh again.

"I understand what you mean, are you saying that what Tang Seng did was useless, and the Demon King would not be reincarnated again at all, right?" Pouring foam continued with the above words.

Xiaoxian nodded and looked at Tang Seng who was still chanting the scriptures not far away. "yes, I sometimes admire his perseverance."

"Hmm...... Why do I think his chanting is a noisy thing? Pour Mo smiled.

"Well...... Everyone does not have to accept the scriptures. In a flash of inspiration, you may know what he is reciting, and you will understand the mystery of the Dharma in an instant. I think it takes a lot of perseverance to be able to memorize those verses word for word. Xiaoxian had a bitter face, and she had the most headache for endorsing something.

Thinking that there are countless scriptures in the Buddhist scriptures, every monk needs to memorize the words in the scriptures word for word, and he can't make mistakes, and he has to take them out and use them if he has nothing to do. This is nothing short of verbal abuse.

"There are a lot of Buddhist scriptures?" Pour Mo asked.

"It's more than the book of life and death in the hands of the judge of the ghost town...... Xiaoxian gave an example, as far as she knows, the judge has a small warehouse for the book of life and death. And over the years, this small warehouse was not enough, and about ten such warehouses were reorganized. At present, only one warehouse is not full, and the others are already full and cannot hold any life and death books.

"Huh?!" Dumping's eyes widened and he asked hesitantly, "You mean it really?" ”

Xiaoxian nodded heavily, there was no need for her to be flickered and foamed because of such a thing. Moreover, she really admired Tang Seng and others from the bottom of her heart, and memorized the entire book of Buddhism, which was too much of a test for the little head that was not big.

"Oh my God, how do their brains grow? It's amazing. I was sincerely impressed. She had seen the Judge's Book of Life and Death storehouse, which was as large as her eighteen floors of hell. I didn't expect that there would be such a considerable number of Buddhist scriptures.

"It is said that when every Buddhist monk is interested in coming, he has to write two enlightenments and leave them in the scripture hall for everyone to offer. If it is a good quality text, it is praised by everyone, and all monks are required to memorize it. Xiaoxian pouted, really unacceptable. If the group of immortals in Heavenly Court also acted according to this rule, it is estimated that the book written could flood the entire earth.

It can't be helped, writing a book or something is also one of the pleasures of that group of people. If they knew that their books could be popularized to every immortal, they would like to publish a hundred books a day, and each one would be a fine product. The reputation is to promote the cultural literacy of the entire Heavenly Court, and this is what the idle and boring immortals came up with.

Xiaoxian was secretly glad that he did not have the same rules as Buddhism on his side. It is said that 10,000 years ago, someone mentioned this idea to the Jade Emperor, and the person has not been seen since. It is said that he was dragged into a small space by a god who does not like to learn, and specially asked someone to write a book.

"Poof...... Foam spewed a mouthful of spit on Xiaoxian's white palm.

Xiaoxian glanced at her strangely, calmly took out a white silk scarf handkerchief from her arms, and handed it to Tanmo. "No, wipe the corners of your mouth."

"Thank you." Pour foam took it and wiped the corners of her mouth. Awkwardly laughing.

Xiaoxian secretly looked at his applause, and felt that the water droplets on it were still rolling on the palm of his hand. The white palm is a drop of water in the sunlight, and the crystal clear luster makes Xiaoxian count how much saliva there is on it at a glance. Xiaoxian secretly put her hand behind her back and took out another white silk scarf handkerchief to wipe the dew on her palm.

"Look, Tang Seng has finished reciting the scriptures." Dumping Mo awkwardly shifted his gaze, and was surprised to find that Tang Seng stood up, and he began to circle around the corpse of the demon king, as if thinking about whether to start pulling monkey hair.

The little hand behind Xiaoxian waved slightly, and the silk scarf in his hand disappeared again. Xiaoxian got up and stretched out her hand to pull the foam. Pouring foam was a little worried about what had just happened, and stood up by herself. Xiaoxian said lightly: "Let's go and see the situation, hmm...... This little guy seems to understand us, and he shouldn't run around. ”

"Baby, don't run around here, okay?" Dumping foam shouted.

"Hee-hee...... Hee-hee...... Hee-hee...... "The little doll was running and laughing, and when she heard the foam talking, she looked back at her. He nodded happily, behaving like a sensible seven or eight-year-old child.

"Looks like he really understands...... It's just that the death of the Demon King has no effect on this little guy? Xiao Xian frowned slightly, walked to the side of the foam, and deliberately lowered her voice.

She thought of what happened before, and the fact that the demon king wanted to eat him, so this little guy must know about it, right? Xiaoxian was not sure.

(To be continued.) )