The pure white flowers on the turtle spirit's back looked soft and weak, as if they couldn't withstand the slightest wind and rain.

But in the eyes of that group of Buddhas, they were the most evil and evil things, and they had never heard of such a domineering thing.

Just a seed, in an instant, made so many Buddhas who had cultivated to the top immortal.

Careless! Really careless.

The old Ming King recovered a little at this moment, after all, it was the Da Luo Golden Immortal Buddha Fruit Rank who had broken the Dao and cultivated, and he was more resistant to beating than everyone else.

I saw him crush a piece of green jade Buddha card between his backhand, and it was far away on the east coast of the West Sea, in the big temple on the top of the snow-capped mountain that admired the mountains.

Among the golden bodies of the Eight Hundred Buddhas, one of them suddenly wept, and the tears like gold fell on the bluestone floor soaked in the power of faith.

A majestic Buddha light rushed to the sky, and between the mountainsides, the bronze bell that had been silent for an unknown amount of time was remembered quickly but methodically.

The distant sound of the bell caused the Buddha, who was doing his own thing in the mountains, to stop what he was doing.

In a flat backyard behind the main temple is a vegetable garden made of blue bricks and white stones.

The Chinese cabbage that has been carved like jade, full of vitality and water, is neatly planted one by one.

There is a half-crippled linden tree in the yard, and if you look closely, it looks like the stump has been planted here and brought back to life.

What's even more amazing is that a few big roosters with red crowns and white hairs flew from one end of the yard to the other end of the yard, chirping twice from time to time, but the look of the spirit couldn't tell what was arrogant.

Three or two novices were in the corner of the courtyard beside the deep well, panting and pulling a thick hemp rope, a slightly smaller than the well, but more than half a person's height of the barrel was pulled up by the two monks.

In the vegetable field in the courtyard, an old monk wore a moon-white monk's robe, pedaled a pair of hemp shoes, held a yellow gourd, bowed down to water, and carefully cared for these precious cabbages.

Until the bell rang nine times, the old monk did not stop his work, and the two small novices on the side carried the wooden barrel, and they did not care about the urging of the bell.

In the front hall of the big temple, above the first seat, nearly half of the golden bodies of the Eight Hundred Buddha remembered them, and half of them either lowered their eyes or stretched their waists or kicked their legs, proving that they were also paying attention to the things here.

And under the plaque of equality of all beings, the golden Buddha also opened his eyes.

Outside the main temple, countless Buddha lights gathered, all waiting for the Buddha on the first seat to speak.

"Dharma Protector Garan!" a majestic voice echoed at the top of the mountains.

The monks bowed.

"Meet my Buddha!"

There seemed to be birds hovering on the top of the mountain, but I had never seen such a battle.

"Garan to meet the Buddha, the trip to the West Sea, I am afraid that there will be a change!"

The weeping Buddha whispered, bowed his head to the lotus platform, and waited for the Buddha to speak.

When the Buddha heard this, he pinched his fingers and closed his eyes.

A great sun law phase shrouded between heaven and earth, but it is a pity that under the sea of clouds, black clouds rolling, lightning and thunder, let this heavenly law phase, still can not see the world.

"Robbery, robbery!"

After speaking, the Buddha statue on the first seat wept.

The Buddhas were shocked.

Outside the big temple, the Buddha's light escaped, and one by one the monks and Buddhas turned into golden light and scattered into the origin continent.

In the big temple, the golden Buddha statues are like half of the sand, turning into gold dust.

It's just that in an instant, in the big temple, there is no living person at all, and the previous prosperity, the previous vitality, and the previous divine light are all like dream bubbles, and they are empty in a blink of an eye.

In this endless mountain, where I don't know how far away, all the Buddha statues were shattered into sand and stones overnight, and all the Buddhists prayed from this day but were not answered.

Buddha falls, robs life.

All beings are terrified!

In the backyard of the big temple, the novice carrying the wooden barrel looked up at the golden light scattered into the sky, and the corners of his mouth withdrew slightly, as if he was disdainful.

But the old monk slowly walked to the fence built against the Bodhi tree, sat on the bluestone pier, and made a pot of wild tea slowly but smoothly.

Picking up the teacup and sniffing lightly, a relieved smile appeared on his kind face, looking so leisurely.

But the action that came down was a big surprise, and the old monk swallowed the hot tea in one gulp as if he were drinking.

As if he had been burned, his facial features were tightly squeezed together, and after about half a column of incense, the old monk's complexion returned to normal, and he exhaled a long breath and burst into a foul mouth:

"It's so grandma's cool!"

Let's chirp, I don't have the expression of a monk.

The two little novices on the side were already surprised, but every time the old monk spat foul words, he couldn't help frowning.

The old monk waved his hand at the two novices, and the two of them held the large wooden barrel in place, as if they were ready to obey orders.

"What are you doing? I asked you to come here to ask if you have come up with any new dishes today, I am tired of eating this cabbage, if I don't come up with it, I will change the cucumber from tomorrow." ”

Ershami's face was no longer as serious as it was just now, and he pulled a face, full of reluctance.

"Eat, eat, eat, eat, how long have we been stuck here?

"Yes, you have eaten 80,000 ways to eat this cabbage, 90,000 cucumbers, 30,000 cucumbers, 80,000 green beans, and 100,000 green and red fruits (rainbow persimmons)......"

The old monk seemed unmoved by what the two complained about, but he felt that it was not as exaggerated as the two said.

"Stop, then eat eggplant, catch an old dragon, boil it with dragon tendons, use dragon blood as juice, roast eggplant and eat!"

The old monk waved his hand, Ersha retreated, and the big rooster jumping in the courtyard was happily pecking at the void.

A small, twisted bug was bitten in his mouth.

Xiao Shami, who had complained about being trapped for too long, slapped the chicken on the head: "Lighter, lighter, don't you understand?

The big rooster cooed twice, seemingly aggrieved, but obviously didn't dare to talk back.

He obediently put the little insect in the hand of the novice, and walked away with vigor and vigor.

"Chopsticks, you can cook today, I'm going out to see ......" After speaking, he threw the little worm in his hand to the little novice who was making a fire.

Completely ignoring the small insects that grow in the wind and grow bigger and bigger.

The chopsticks caught the insect in his hand dangerously and dangerously, and looked at the little friend who left him with a chic back, and sighed helplessly.

"Teacher, Hammer is uneasy in his heart, isn't there any way to solve it?" asked Chopsticks.

"This is your land three hundred and sixty million five hundred seventy nine thousand four hundred and fifty times you have asked me this question. Is it because he is obsessed, or are you obsessed with demons?"

The old monk is still sitting on the stone pier, but at this moment he is eating grapes, sitting under the fence, the grapevines hang down the purple and shiny grapes, the old monk sucks, and a grape falls steadily into his mouth.

The chopsticks pinched the little insect in his hand, trying to defend something but not knowing how to speak.

The horned little insect grinned and looked fierce, but it was already fateful.

Loosen the control slightly, and the insect grew to more than a meter long, and you can vaguely see that above its four fingers, there are nine claws!

The old monk said that if he eats the dragon, he will eat the dragon, and it is still the nine-clawed dragon! The old dragon struggled again and again, but he did not say a word, and could not make a single chirp.

The chopsticks pinched the dragon's tail and threw it the board, and the old dragon was hit with seven meat and eight vegetables, and he was dying.

"Do a good deed every day!" the voice of chopsticks Mu Na came out, and the kitchen knife sharpened in his hand was sharpened, and with the sound, the knife was up and down.

The old monk shook his head in disgust: "Bullshit's deed does a good deed every day, you have no good thoughts in your heart, how can you do a good deed every day?"

The chopsticks were not annoyed, and the kitchen knife in his hand snapped and embedded it on the log board.

"You can do it!" took off his apron and ran to the side to tease the chicken.

The old monk was not angry, slowly got up and walked to the stove, pulled out the kitchen knife steadily, and took a deep breath.

The sword light flickered, and the old dragon's muscles, bones, skin and flesh in front of him were all clear.

A miserable cry came to mind.

"Cut to it!"

The hammer, who was probing back and forth in the big temple, heard this angry scream, and didn't want to look at the bare big temple anymore, so he hurried back.

Pushing the door into the backyard, I saw chopsticks teasing chickens on the side, and the old monk who was pinching his fingers and screaming, about to cry.

Without saying a word, he slapped the big bald head of the chopsticks: "Let you cook, you dare to be lazy?"

The chopsticks covered the back of his head and said with an aggrieved face: "I don't, senior brother!

Smack, another slap "Dare to talk back?"

The chopsticks quickly got up and walked to the stove, and continued to cook.

The big roosters scurrying around stood neatly on the side and didn't dare to coo, nor did they dare to jump up and down, but there were several smiles in their eyes that couldn't be hidden.

The hammer is hitting the chopsticks again, and the heads of the chopsticks are so loud!

Sitting on the side, the old monk bandaged and muttered, "It's all gone, but I still can't get out." ”

"If you can't get out, you can't get out, maybe you can go out when you don't want to?"

The old monk closed and moved his nose from time to time, just by this nose he could know whether the chopsticks were less or too much salt for cooking.

"Are those people really from my Buddhist sect?" Hammer thought that his master must know something.

"Perhaps!" said the old monk unconcernedly.

"What kind of bastard are you talking about?" the hammer slapped the old monk's hand on the bluestone table.

Every time I asked, my master was one or two excuses.

The hammer thought about it, shook the old monk's hand again, and bandaged it carefully.

"Do you think those bullnoses have such a bunch of twin brothers?"

Hammer seemed to have thought of something funny.

And the old monk was no longer perfunctory, and said excitedly: "Definitely, a bunch of bull-nosed veterans can't think clearly, and it is estimated that they are even more anxious." ”

After speaking, I couldn't help but laugh several times.

"But don't forget, there are people sitting on the earthen platform in Niubi, so they won't be trapped here like us.

Besides, they have completely given up on the human race, and the luck of the immortal race has grown a little stronger again after the last tribulation.

And my Buddhism is withering, and only these three melons and two dates are left. ”

"Put your dog stinky fart, Buddhism has only been one Lao Tzu from the beginning, after so many years, there are two more elm trees, or four fools, and they still hold up half the sky?"

The two little novices and a few big roosters were a little silent when they heard the old monk's words.

Yes, when did Buddhism have so many more people?