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Especially after Wen Zhigao personally killed the two high-level leaders of the unbearable northern camp, the opposition was completely suppressed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As for how people were panicking outside, Wen Zhigao turned a deaf ear and still sat on his own track, Wen Zhigao acted arbitrarily, even Gu Cheng felt the horror.

This man's paranoid personality is really terrifying and outrageous.

"If it weren't for the fact that he was a son behind his back, it would not be uncommon to be killed by Wen Zhigao," Gu Cheng said secretly in his heart, even so, Gu Cheng had already felt that Wen Zhigao's gaze at him had already revealed danger, a man like Wen Zhigao would not trust anyone, Gu Cheng, who knew Wen Zhigao's family history, knew better than anyone that once Wen Zhigao's emotions were on the verge of collapse, then Gu Cheng felt that it was not uncommon for Wen Zhigao to kill him.

"This hand knocks on the mountain and shakes the tiger, and it has been used, but I don't know what the effect is?" Looking at the sky outside the window, the corners of Wen Zhigao's mouth hooked up a faint arc, and he muttered in a low voice.

No matter how big the controversy is outside at this time, Wen Zhigao will not take it to heart.

Because Wen Zhigao knows in his heart that who gave him his current status? So, it doesn't matter what the person below thinks, as long as you hug that man's thigh, there are no taboos.

For primary and secondary, Wen Zhigao is always clear.

After Xiao Fan saw Wen Zhigao last night, he left alone, the sky was blue and blue, and at a glance, there were no clouds and the sun was bright and tight, but in the air, there was a chill.

It's been a long time since I've seen such a sky, so Xiao Fan wants to take a closer look, Xiao Fan feels that he is getting closer and closer to the sun, but the chill in the air has become deeper and deeper.

That's right, Xiao Fan is going up the mountain, a snow peak, Xiao Fan has heard the Zen sound from the peak, although it is Zen sound, but in this strong wind, it is annoying tight, disturbing people's mood, blood that does not melt all year round, climb high and look into the distance, at a glance, the scenery under the mountain is in the eyes, originally it was still a time of pride, but the pride in the heart was disturbed by the Zen sound from the temple.

This is the most sacred place considered by the people in the northwest land, Xiao Fan walked to the temple gate, Xiao Fan felt that he was sincere enough.

It's just that when he arrived at the door, he ate a closed door, "The donor is too angry, and there are too many causes and effects, so he is not suitable to step into a pure place." An old monk with kind eyebrows and compassionate eyes said to Xiao Fan.

"The Buddha said, the bitter sea is boundless, and the shore is back, I hike up the mountain, just asking for one degree, why didn't the great monk let me in?" Xiao Fan looked at the great monk and said.

"There is no self, no one, no sentient beings, no longevity, no color and no appearance, in this case, why doesn't the great monk let me come to the door?"

"Since going up the mountain is to worship the Buddha, why don't you even give the opportunity to worship the Buddha?"

Xiao Fan looked at the old monk and asked three times.

When the old monk heard this, he bowed his head slightly, but he was not in a hurry, looked at Xiao Fan, and slowly spoke, "There is no Buddha in the donor's heart, how can he come to worship the Buddha's heart, besides, here, it is outside the square, not into the red dust, if the donor enters, I am afraid that it will be contaminated with cause and effect, as for crossing people?" The poor monk thinks that he is incapable of becoming a Buddha. ”

"Incapable of helping me become a Buddha? Can you stop me? Xiao Fan looked at the old monk and sneered.

"The name of the donor, the name of the world, the poor monk thinks that he is incapable of stopping the donor, but the donor must disturb the purity of my temple, and the poor monk can only do his best." The old monk looked at Xiao Fan and bowed slightly.

The robe moved, the hands were folded, and the Buddha beads appeared in the hand, and a breath of righteousness came out of the body.

"Hehe, okay, I'll learn the great monk's tricks, in this world, there is no place I can't go." Xiao Fan looked at the great monk and said lightly.

"Cangtuo, since the donor wants to enter, why don't you invite the donor to enter for a while?" Just as the two were about to make a move, a voice came from afar.

Hearing this, Cangtuo shook his head, took a step back slightly, and made a gesture to give way.

Xiao Fan smiled faintly and walked in.

Stepping on the snow, step by step into the temple, an old monk who is not in shape sits on the futon, his eyebrows are white, and the old pavilion master who is older than the Supreme Pavilion is even better, looking at the old monk's old appearance, it is hard to imagine that the voice just now came from the mouth of this old monk.

"Master." Cangtuo looked at the old monk with his hands folded and shouted respectfully.

The old monk waved his hand and motioned for Cangtuo to retreat.

"Donor, sit." The old monk raised his hand and motioned for Xiao Fan to sit down, a pair of eyes slowly opened, and the old eyes were full of turbidity, as if they had exhausted the filth of this world.

Xiao Fan looked at the old monk, bowed slightly, and then sat on the futon opposite the old monk.

"I don't know what the donor is coming from afar?" The old monk looked at Xiao Fan and said.

"Don't ask for anything else, but ask for one degree." Xiao Fan looked at the old monk and said lightly.

Hearing this, the old monk looked at Xiao Fan's cloudy eyes with a bright color, and then lowered his head and said nothing.

"Why, doesn't the master feel that he is uneducated?" Xiao Fan looked at the old monk and asked.

"In the eyes of the poor monks, there is no one in this world who cannot be saved." The old monk said lightly.

"It's just that the donor originally had no intention of seeking a degree, and he was in love with Hongchen, so the donor shouldn't be ridiculing the old man." The old monk looked at Xiao Fan and said.

"The appearance of the bloodthirsty Shura has been accomplished, even if the donor really has a heart, I'm afraid the old man doesn't have that ability."

"In that case, why did the master say that just now?" Xiao Fan looked at the old monk and asked.

"This is what the Buddha said," the old monk said as he looked at Xiao Fan.

Hearing this, Xiao Fan couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

"Low-eyed Bodhisattva, angry King Kong, it's a pity that there is no Buddha in the donor's heart, otherwise, it is not difficult to be a Buddhist protector." The old monk looked at Xiao Fan and said.

"If you want to be a Buddha, what is the use of protecting the Dharma, just a gatekeeper, if that's the case, it's better to be at ease in this world." Xiao Fan shook his head and smiled.

"It's a poor monk." When the old monk heard this, he bowed slightly.

"The donor is entangled in the world, and I want to go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, if there is anything, please ask for instructions." The old monk looked at Xiao Fan and said.

"I just wanted to ask the master, do you know the beliefs of this northwest?" Xiao Fan looked at the old monk and asked.

"Faith? I only believe in myself," the old monk said as he looked at Xiao Fan.

"I know that the donor's question here, although they belong to the same tantric sect, but the Tao is not the same," the old monk looked at Xiao Fan and said.

Hearing this, Xiao Fan nodded lightly, "Since that's the case, I'm sorry." Xiao Fan arched his hand at the old monk and turned to leave.

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