I am a scorpion spirit, as beautiful as a peach and a plum, and a poisonous scorpion as well.

When did I become a scorpion spirit? Maybe it was when the witch queen bewitched me, maybe it was when he fell in love with her, maybe it was when I killed her. Since then, the seven emotions and six desires have gradually been forgotten, and the soul has been slowly eroded by snake venom.

Lu Tingmingke, let's make a break this time. By the way, destroy Jingyun Temple too! As you wish, I am really a vicious scorpion spirit! Who wants me to be a goblin!

Royal List:

Fengtian transported, the emperor edict said: Dugu Concubine wants to get a 10,000-year-old paulownia coffin, and those who get a leaf will be rewarded with 100 gold, and those who get paulownia will be crowned princes. ”

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Jianzhang Palace has been hidden in the southern veins of the Qinling Mountains between the mountains and pine seas. In the middle of summer, the hall is silent, and the sky is full of fireflies. A flower eagle fell from the railing of the courtyard, the moonlight was like water, and he was still handsome, casual, imaginative, and chic like the wind.

The big red monk's robe has loosened half of his shoulders, his handsome facial features, his cheeks are red, he is half-hugging a black pine, and he is drunk and unconscious with seven little pigs.

"Boss, you're drinking again? You are exchanging the antiques from the temple for wine again!" As soon as the little village girl came up, she was verbose: "You took my pig badly! You don't care if the little monk was taken away by the dog official! Brother Guanyue broke the pass to save him, and you didn't worry! What kind of boss are you!"

"Little village girl, why haven't you been arrested? Come and control the boss drinking again! Don't worry, I have taken a hexagram, and Qilang will be fine if he goes!"

"You've been fooled this time. The little bamboo has returned, so good, alive and jumping. My seventh brother turned over the river and the sea, and nothing could bother him!"

Yue Ming didn't look drunk, "Little, small, little village girl, let's celebrate! The old man under the mountain, the old man, the old man He gave me the altar of black plum! Lie, Lie, Lie like a knife cut the fierce ......"

"Celebration, yes? I'll read you a sutra first. He took out a scroll of scripture on the sycamore leaf: "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south."

I am the laziest Buddha in Jingyun Temple. My sins are too many, too many, too many.

I don't fast, I don't chant sutras, I don't interpret signs, I don't go to Zen, I love to smoke, I love to drink, I love to eat meat, I love to sleep

Jue, regardless of his abbot beating and scolding, and his junior brother being noisy, my left ear goes in and out of my right ear, and I open my eyes and close my eyes. Haha, it's another day of absurdity, and I'm a Buddha in the red dust!"

This poem "The Seven Deadly Sins of the Living Buddha" is a tailor-made scripture for him by the great genius of the moon to show warning. He is the sixth living Buddha of the Holy City Jingyun Temple - Yue Ming Zongwu. A legend with an uncanny and extremely talented life in the history of the Celestial Empire.

Grabbing the leaves with his big hand, Yue Ming rolled the scripture into a cigarette, trembled, and finally lit it on the red clay stove where the wine was boiled, and took a puff: "Ahem, a strange smell!" Yue Ming threw the cigarette scripture far away. He plucked his ears and complained to the pine tree next to him: "That scripture is so ugly!"

Yue Ming always realized that when he mentioned the remaining half of the jar of wine, "There are only three things in life: cigarettes, wine, and meat." The broken scriptures in the temple are also fed to the insects, of course they have to change the wine!" After speaking, he touched the pine tree next to him with the jar: "Yes, brother!"