Zhao Mingcheng listened to this old man in brocade say something half-mysterious and mysterious in one breath, fortunately he was not dizzy, and it was simply summed up, that is, you go to the master of Buddhism to play with it, and people are professional in this area!

He immediately stepped back halfway, is this the legendary saint? Why is it out of tune like a magic stick? It can't be a fake, right?

The old man in brocade was blushing when he was looked at by Zhao Mingcheng's disdainful eyes, and he didn't look at the yellow calendar when he went out today, but the east was a dead land, and he was famous and disciplined, and he pounced on the ground. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Trying to hold back a sentence, he planned to bring disaster to the east and said: "This little friend, in fact, it is troublesome to say that it is troublesome, and it is very simple to say that it is simple, in our Confucianism, as long as you make Buddhist and Taoist poems that imply Zen principles, you can also hunt on behalf of the sky and change your life against the sky!" I think Xiaoyou, you have a peculiar root and excellent understanding, and you are the pillar of the country, and the human race is the talent of the pillar, or else, according to the general idea I just said, chant a song to practice your hands? You know, this kind of opportunity is not very many! ”

"Hahaha, old man, you are really good eyesight, I often play this kind of game of turning people, I am also a waste material, I can understand the mood and pain of waste materials very well, who doesn't want to be able to change from rotten wood to a pillar, but I don't know if the turtle king is willing to let me practice!" Igniting others Zhao Mingcheng can be said to be experienced, and he also lit the Golden Dragon Prince a few days ago, if it is successful, the benefits will be great, at this time, it is the right thing to do.

Someone is willing to publish a poem, of course the turtle king does not refuse, anyway, it does not succeed and has no effect, at the same time it worships the old man in brocade, the saint is the saint, and he wants to bring the younger generations at any time, this kid is favored by the saint, I am afraid that the future is limitless.

Immediately said very reverently: "Childe can make a move, Turtle Lao'er is grateful, please give advice!" ”

Zhao Mingcheng took two steps forward, his expression was solemn, and he carefully looked at the painting screen in front of him, this painting screen is concise and clear, although the painting style is simple, but the image is wide open and closed, with ink dyed paper halo as a wave, a jet-black ink spot at the bottom of the wave is solid as a stubborn stone, there is no aura, it should be expressed is the stupid turtle, right?

The black ink on the other side of the screen is larger, so it should belong to the land part, right? Hey, those two drops of ink are connected together, like a person using his fingers or claws from top to bottom, playing with his hands to touch the painting, look closely, a bit like ...... What does a tree look like, right?

This can't be a graffiti work drawn casually by someone's little baby, right? Zhao Mingcheng felt that his head was big, this was completely different from igniting a little dragonfish? The frame in front of me is clearly an inscription for this painting, such as Fan Zhongyan playing "The Story of Yueyang Tower".

"Ahem!" Just when everyone thought that he had become a poem in seven steps, Zhao Mingcheng said: "That turtle king, I don't know if the ignition is successful, what is the exciting reward?" ”

The Turtle King almost listened to the violence, you are numb, you are a child, how old are you? If it weren't for the saint's face, I would have slapped it earlier, don't waste time when you get acquainted, hurry up and finish the formalities, so that the saint can make a move.

Of course, in front of the saint, the turtle king is still very cultivated, "The reward is definitely very rich, if the ignition is successful, you will be my son's mentor, the resources of my turtle clan are the resources of your family, and you will always win the friendship of our turtle clan!" "The Turtle King has a big pay, and it has never taken Tong Sheng as the protagonist, anyway, this kind of thing that only plays shouting and doesn't sell goods, and doesn't mind shouting more crazy.

Seeing that the Turtle King was boasting about Haikou without knowing how to advance or retreat, Zhao Mingcheng laughed secretly, feeling that this matter could be a fight, and if it was successful, he could go to the Sea Clan to knock on it. This time the matter of igniting the spirit turtle, according to what the old man in brocade said just now, if you make a Buddhist war poem or something, the probability of success is still quite large, how to ignite, in fact, as long as you can make a poem and arouse the resonance of the other party, it is a good dotted poem.

He instinctively took out the red jade between the necks and sucked it up, and at the same time thought quickly in his mind, but after really searching for his memory, he was directly dumbfounded, there are not many ancient celebrities chanting the poems of the turtle, and there are no classics at all, this is the rhythm to be smashed.

When the turtle king saw Zhao Mingcheng's face change, he knew that this guy had no goods in his stomach, and he wanted to kick him away, don't block the way of the saint here, the picture screen in front of him was painted by the turtle ancestor, and it is impossible to understand it if you are not a saint, how can you be a little boy who can peep?

The old man in brocade had never stretched his frowning brows, and he proposed that Zhao Mingcheng recite a poem, in fact, to buy him time, and strive to let himself think of inspiration at the last moment, it doesn't matter if the spirit turtle can be ignited by him, the important thing is that he must recite a poem related to the turtle to save himself.

"There is no omen for the turtle under the water, and the sacred tree on the shore is not related. To know that the Lingjiang River is flowing in the spring, only in the bay of the moon in the heart. ”

Zen poetry since ancient times with a 'enlightenment' word to play with how many people cry, Zhao Mingcheng doesn't mind picking up and playing with himself, anyway, it is to let others understand, if you want to cry, it is someone else, as long as you are calm, close your eyes and pretend to be profound.

"Poof......

"Poof......

The turtle king and the old man in brocade clothes listened to it at the same time, but they didn't expect a little boy to really dare to spit out wild words, but the next moment, they were dumbfounded, and as soon as the last word fell, they were suddenly born with a vision, and three shocking white pillars of light suddenly fell from the sky and shot directly on the painting screen, and after the painting screen disappeared, a turtle appeared on the ground.

It is said to be a turtle because its shape is like a turtle, but its head and tail are different from ordinary turtles, and its limbs are as strong as pillars.

The turtle said in a human voice: "Thank you for opening the holy word, the matter of Wuxuan is unknown, does this poem say that I have no omen of the turtle spirit?" The sacred tree painted by the Turtle Ancestor on the shore has nothing to do with my spirituality? If you want to know the source of the spirit, you can only find it in the reflection of the moon in the heart of the self? ”

Zhao Mingcheng smiled and said nothing, should it be time to pay at this time?

Wu Xuan was crazy in his heart at this time, just now this poem had led to the holy light of Buddhism, which made his turtle heart move, but he didn't realize a sentence at all, he stepped forward and hugged Zhao Mingcheng's thigh, and said with tears in his eyes: "Real person, please give a popular explanation, Wu Xuan is stupid, and he didn't realize a word!" ”

Your tears are worthless! Zhao Mingcheng saw that he was so unreasonable, and turned his head to the turtle king and said: "I said Lord Turtle King, I have changed your painting screen back to a turtle, you see, should you pay some poetry fees?" My requirements are not high, just give you some sea clan specialty gold pearls! ”

The Turtle King was still in shock at this time, this little boy in front of him actually broke the Turtle Ancestor's illusion hexagram technique, could he be the saint in the hexagram? Oh, this Terran world is so crazy, I think I'm going crazy!

The shock of the old man in brocade is even more powerful than that of the turtle king, you hemp little boy, is it good to ask you to play a trick, you actually steal the scene and suppress the protagonist?

However, what he recited just now was a real Zen poem, and it was also a poem of the three pillars of light, you must know that the Zen poem of the three pillars of light, non-Zen monks can't realize it, this guy won't be a strong man playing the reincarnation of the holy boy, right?

Of course, this is just thinking about it, seeing that everyone is attracted by that little guy, the old man in brocade clothes immediately disappeared into the crowd, and today he was robbed of the first place by a little boy, and he can't afford to lose that person! Don't slip now, but when!

Zhao Mingcheng saw that the turtle king was muttering to himself, in a crazy state, and there was no sign of paying at all, so he directly kicked away the big turtle that was still holding him, and said coldly: "Just now, there are three pillars of white light shooting at you, and one pillar will accept you a gold bead, a total of three gold beads, hurry up and ask your father to give the goods, people still have to hurry up to visit the black market, I don't have time to accompany you to ink!" ”

In the distance, Zeng Niu and the Zhang family brothers and sisters, who happened to be attracted by the white light, happened to see the scene of Zhao Mingcheng kicking the big turtle and angrily asking for three gold beads, and they were immediately shocked.

When the turtle king saw his son being kicked away, he instantly came back to his senses, "Little turtle turtle, are you okay?" Where the kick hurts, I'll see! ”

"Dad, you pay the gold beads quickly, otherwise, that person will kick me again!" Wuxuan's eyes have never left Zhao Mingcheng, seeing that this person's eyes are still not good, he understands that he should not pay anything, and hurriedly reminded his father.

"Ah, little turtle, can you speak? It's so good, rest assured, it's just three gold beads, Daddy will give it to him right away, haha great! When the turtle king heard this father, his whole body was comfortable and wanted to float, and his son finally opened his mind, and he was overjoyed! ...... "That little boy, you are so talented, come, five little gold beads, I don't want to thank you, I hope to accept it." ”

Although it was the little boy who was crooked and made his son open his mind, the turtle king actually believed that it was the spell secretly made by the saint, but since the goal had been achieved, the process was irrelevant, and he hugged his son gently and said: "Little turtle turtle, how many mantras did you realize just now when you opened your mind with the three pillars of holy light?" ”

Wu Xuan saw Zhao Mingcheng leave with the crowd after taking the five gold beads, his eyes suddenly changed, "Dad, I'm embarrassed to you, when the holy light rushed to the spirit just now, my mind was muddy, it seems that there are mountains and rivers, trees and moons, and a piece of Zen sound, but I didn't even catch it, I want to follow that person and ask him to give me new instructions!" ”

"There are mountains and waters, trees and moons, and a piece of Zen sound? This is the shadow of chaos, great goodness! Could it be that this person is really the saint mentioned by the Turtle Ancestor? ”

The Turtle King is extremely entangled, isn't this scientific? He's obviously a child, right? Could it be the apprentice of the brocade-clothed saint just now?