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Mo Li hurriedly cleared up very unrighteously, she had to hurry up and find the abortion spring, but she didn't want to cry and cry in pain like Zhu Bajie and Tang Seng in the film and television drama for a while, turning over and over, she was most afraid of pain. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"How can it be okay to come together?"

"My nephew Red Boy suffered because of you, and you still have the face to come to my Juxian Nunnery."

"Suffer death." As he spoke, the master of Ruyi Nunnery took out his magic weapon and entangled with Sun Wukong.

Mo Li glanced at Sun Wukong, begging for more blessings, she is now going to find the abortion spring.

After such a delay in kung fu, her stomach began to ache faintly.

Mo Li felt that the existence of this Zimu River was too rebellious, and she could give birth to a child in three days after taking a sip, which was completely contrary to the laws of nature.

While the Great Sage was fighting with the Lord of Ruyi Nunnery, Mo Li secretly found the so-called abortion spring.

Dear, this is obviously a well, okay, where is the spring?

Mo Li made a whole bucket, took a sip of it himself, and then put the rest of the gourd in the space.

A mouthful of water into his stomach, the painful silent glass turned over and over, it turned out that he really had to suffer from abortion.

Mo Li rolled on the ground very imagelessly, and he really hated Zhu Bajie in his heart.

She shouldn't be nosy and close to Zhu Bajie, and now she is completely to blame for this crime.

"How are you?"

Sun Dasheng descended from the sky, looked at Mo Li, who was embarrassed and pale and broke out in a cold sweat, and asked.

Mo Li pursed her lips and didn't speak, just glanced at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong floated Mo Li, put one hand on Mo Li's back, and the majestic power continued to enter Mo Li's body.

warm, even the pain has been reduced a little, which makes Mo Li also have the leisure to think about things.

"Great Sage, you defeated the Lord of Ruyi Nunnery so quickly?" Mo Li remembered the Journey to the West she watched, the Great Sage defeated the Lord of Ruyi Nunnery, but it was a twist and turn, and even in the end, even rescuers were invited.

"Shrimp soldiers and crab generals, it's not worth taking to heart." Sun Dasheng glanced at Mo Li coldly, as if he was laughing at Mo Li's every insight.

"......" Mo Li was completely choked by the words of the great sage, very good, this is a great saint.

In Mo Li's heart, the idols when he was a child should be looking down on the world, and all the spirit immortals are ghosts and ghosts in front of the great sage, and they must show their prototypes.

Mo Li's face turned rosy, and Sun Dasheng withdrew his hand.

"Since you're all right, then I'll have to move the rescuers." A somersault cloud is 108,000 miles, and before the words fell, Sun Wukong didn't know where he went.

It is true that you should move the rescuers, so that if you go through five levels and kill six generals along the way, you are brave and martial, and if you don't move the rescuers, whether it is Heavenly Court or the big guys in the West, I am afraid that you will not be able to sit still.

However, what the hell is the Bodhisattva who stepped on the lotus flower in front of her?

"Bone Spirit, are you guilty?" The bodhisattva with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, fluttering white clothes, and holding a clean bottle in his hand made Mo Li stunned as soon as he spoke.

Guilty? What a sin only.

If she didn't say that she was guilty, because she planned the deployment of the heavenly realm and the Buddha realm, many people who had gone through the mortal tribulations could never go back.

However, she can't admit it, looking at her simple eyes, she is trying to get the true scriptures as soon as possible.

"Bodhisattva, the disciple doesn't know what's wrong." Mo Li blinked his eyes, looked at the Bodhisattva and wanted to say sincerely.

The Bodhisattva's face stiffened, and the Bodhisattva who stepped on the lotus flower in her dignity came forward to personally surrender a small white bone essence, which was really a loss.

While the Bodhisattva was annoyed, Mo Li was also secretly calculating the combat power of the two sides in his heart.

Well, Mo Li had to face the fact that she couldn't beat it.

"White Bone Essence, you were originally a dry bone in the mountains and became a spirit by chance, I don't know what is your intention to concentrate on cultivation, but follow behind the holy monk?" The poplar branch in the Bodhisattva's hand sprinkled Moli with a little bit of water.

In an instant, several scars burned out of Mo Li's body.

Is this all water? It's obviously fire, okay? The white skin has more scars on it, which is really an eyesore.

"Greed and hatred, the six roots are not pure, the mind is not pure, the sin is unforgivable in the team of learning scriptures, and there is still a lack of a boy in my fish farm, you go, just calm down."

The Bodhisattva looked at Mo Li from above, seemingly benevolent, but in fact he was cold and ruthless.

Mo Li was reluctant to do so, but when she heard about the fish pond, Mo Li felt that it was not bad to go, but she had to wait for the catastrophe of her daughter country to go.

"Bodhisattva, I don't know if you may give your disciple some time, although the disciple is not a disciple of Elder Tang, but after all, he has received a favor and wants to say goodbye."

"Bodhisattva, please forgive your disciple for three days."

Mo Li lowered his head and said cleanly, being able to bend and stretch is the true nature of a hero.

I heard that all the bodhisattva dojos are full of aura, and I heard that the taste of fish there is even more delicious.

As for why I know that it is delicious, it must be mentioned in those film and television dramas derived from later generations.

"Reach out."

Mo Li stretched out her hand obediently and skillfully, with her palm facing up.

A drop of water scalded a big scar, and the painful Mo Li grinned.

Isn't a bodhisattva supposed to be universal to all sentient beings? Why bother her, a disciple who is dedicated to Buddha?

"For your sake, for the sake of your Buddha roots, I have granted you these three days."

"In three days' time, if you don't keep your word, you will fall into hell forever."

The Bodhisattva still had a warm smile on his lips, but the words were really cold and merciless.

"The disciple doesn't dare."

Seeing that Mo Li was clean, the Bodhisattva left flutteringly.

There is no peace among the Buddhas in the West, this white bone essence has Buddha roots, and her cultivation is good, plus there is Zhen Yuanzi behind her, if she can take it back for her own use, she will definitely be able to enhance the energy of her vein.

The Buddhas are in dispute, and she, the little Bodhisattva, also has the power to protect herself.

Not long after the Bodhisattva left, Sun Wukong, who went to move the rescuers, came back, and as for the fate of the owner of the Ruyi Nunnery, Mo Li didn't care.

"Guanyin has been here?" Sun Wukong asked with a frown, feeling the fluctuations in the air.

"Hmm." Mo Li looked at the large scar in the palm of her hand, and her heart was extremely irritable.

"The water in the net bottle hurt you?" Sun Wukong took Mo Li's hand and asked.

Mo Li rolled her eyes, didn't she ask knowingly?

"When you hear about the water in the Guanyin Pure Bottle, if a person with no distractions touches it, not only will he not feel anything, but he will be able to wash the essence and cut the essence."

"But if there are three evils of greed, hatred, and ignorance, it will inevitably leave scars and be tortured at all times."

Listening to Sun Wukong's explanation, Mo Li suddenly remembered the scene when Hua Qiangu crossed the Sansheng Pool, why is there such a big difference between people?

What does the Four Seasons of Torment mean?

Mo Li looked up at Sun Wukong and asked him to solve his doubts.

"That is, every season there will be a month of pain until the six roots are clean."

Hearing Sun Wukong's words, Mo Li was dumbfounded.