Raising the hand of the Arhat and grabbing the iron tea jar of Lingzimu, the familiar feeling made him shake all over.

It's just that it's a bit difficult to get it back from Lingzimu's hands.

"Eldest sister, if you let go and don't take him down, you don't know the bottom of your heart."

Lingzimu is very insistent, although this iron tea jar was originally used to hold a bowl for Arhats, but if she doesn't let go, no one can take it away.

Holding on to the iron tea jar, Lingzimu seemed to be grabbing her brother's life and didn't want to let go.

"Brother, have you really thought about it?

Pick it up, even if you enter the game, you can't avoid the next thing.

I snatched it from you in the first place, but I didn't want you..."

The arhat was very persistent, and there was a little pain in his eyes.

"Eldest sister, I know that you are for my good.

However, I can't be a salted fish anymore.

You're on stage today, what qualifications do I have to be a salted fish?

For better or worse, I'll take it. ”

Although Lingzimu was reluctant, she still let go of her hand, and did not look at the Arhat holding the bowl again, but looked at Moon and smiled coldly.

"Brother, you have to take care of it, my daughter-in-law, there can be no mistakes."

The Arhat seemed to understand, gave Moon a look, and went straight to the entrance of the next floor.

Although Lingzi Mu seemed to be saying good things, Moon felt a chill down his spine when he listened, as if his life and death were not under his control at all.

This feeling is very familiar, I have experienced it many times, whether it is facing the Jade Emperor, or Chang'e, and even facing Guanyin Bodhisattva at the end, it is the same feeling, the feeling of being a chess piece.

Moreover, this feeling is very bad, how can there be any good experience in surviving in the cracks?

Moon was also used to it, and followed the bowl arhat closely, not daring to stop for a moment.

Yuzao saw that the Arhat with the bowl was gone, so he dared to talk to Lingzimu.

"Eldest sister, is it really okay for you to let him go down?"

Lingzimu was in a very bad mood, and Yuzao didn't understand how tangled her heart was.

Tamamo didn't understand what she had given up.

"At the beginning, the Buddha gave him this bowl, which was a kind of life.

I didn't like it, so I snatched his bowl and didn't want to admit my fate.

However, today, it seems that the west is too ruthless, forcing you to have no choice. ”

didn't say it explicitly, let alone expect Yuzao to understand that Lingzi and Mother had helplessness about fate in her heart.

Yuzao just understood that if you want to burn a good kiln of porcelain, you need to add a lot of firewood.

To put it mildly, Zhao Da Niu and Lin Wo are all firewood.

To put it mildly, Jizo Bodhisattva is also firewood.

It's just that today, what has been added is the younger brother of Lingzimu.

"It's fate, eldest sister, it's useless to think about it, you can persuade you too."

What Yuzao said was all nonsense, and it didn't alleviate Lingzimu's bad mood at all.

"Girl, why don't you go down and take a look, if you have the chance, help and the mud?"

Hearing Lingzimu's suggestion, Yuzao immediately changed into a stupid look, showing the incompleteness of his heart.

"Eldest sister, don't make trouble, I owe all my IQ, and if you delay a big event, won't it be a disadvantage?"

Lingzimu tapped Yuzao's forehead hard, pretending to be angry.

"Well, you can pretend, you must pretend to the end."

Falling down the passage, it may be because the Arhat has a lot of things to worry about, and the speed is not very fast.

The iron tea jar was in the hands of the Arhat who raised the bowl, and it completely changed its appearance.

The enamel iron tea jar that originally lost its paint, now the shotgun has been replaced, and the golden light is full of scriptures, without a little shabby, just like a Buddhist heavy weapon.

Holding the bowl in his hand, the Arhat was also in a complicated mood, a little regretful, a little sad, and a little excited.

How many years has it been, and how many years has this feeling disappeared?

Ever since Lingzi Mu took the bowl from her hand, she seems to have lost the meaning of her existence and become a kite without a string.

Today, with the bowl in hand, it is finally my turn to face my fate, how can I not be excited.

It's just that I don't know how fate will arrange it for me.

"Uncle, what's down there?

Is it necessary to be so cautious?

Can't you still do it with the golden body of Luohan? ”

Moon was very puzzled by the whole play of the Lingzi Mother and the Arhat who raised the bowl.

Obviously, it wasn't made in advance, but it happened to happen, is the Arhat really bottomless in his heart?

"So you didn't know anything, so you got involved with the shamans?"

Moon didn't know what else to do besides nodding.

It's just that, according to rumors, every shaman family keeps this one secret about the ancestral witch.

Since it's a secret, it must be beneficial.

Am you thinking wrong?

Definitely not, otherwise the Arhat would not be able to do this.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches know, right?"

"Yes."

"The Gonggong clan knows, right?"

"You know, the one who is angry and can't touch Zhou Mountain."

The bowl Arhat shook his head, and it seemed that Moon did know very little.

"It's not that, it's the group."

Kindness?

Moon felt that there was a big difference between one and a group.

"Isn't it a co-worker?"

Holding the bowl Arhat Buddha touched the bowl in his hand, with continuous contact, the bowl exuded a soft Buddha light, and there was a low chanting, as if there was nothing.

"Of course not, can one person break the mountain?

What do you think Buzhou Mountain is?

Also, this history has been deliberately concealed, and a lot of fake news has been released from the Heavenly Court, and it is normal for you to have a humble identity and not know. ”

Knowing that my status is low, you still ask me?

Deliberately humiliating me?

Moon's mentality is not good at once, but what can it be?

Angry?

Cold talk?

Forget it, cooperate, since humiliating me can make you comfortable, then I'll just pose and make you happy.

"Uncle, this is my loneliness, what is the truth of this matter?"

At this time, the Arhat had already seen the huge figure of the ancestral soul, and what he was thinking in his heart was probably in the center of the ancestral soul.

"It's all said, it's been deliberately concealed, how do I know, you seem stupid.

The official version is that the Gonggong clan and the Zhurong clan fought, and the Gonggong clan lost, became angry and ashamed, and sacrificed more than 100 clansmen before knocking down Buzhou Mountain.

The mountains and rivers have changed greatly, and the lives have been devastated, so there is Nuwa to make up for the sky.

Because of the great mistake he made, the Gonggong clan was hung up as a criminal, and he survived here to escape the punishment of heaven.

Tens of millions of years have passed, and they have all been suffocated into perverts, and if they are released, they will definitely be ruined. ”

Dizzy, Moon's mentality has completely collapsed, and what he knows is the official statement.

"Uncle, is it to purify sentient beings today, to transform these ancestral souls, and let them take refuge in my Buddha?"

The arhat shook his head dryly.

"It's a fart, it's almost a demon, how can you do it?

If you want to fix my Buddha's compassion, stay away from me, don't implicate me. ”

Moon is not a fool either, just talk about it, can you still take it seriously?

"And what is our goal?"

The Arhat carefully looked left and right, and whispered four words.

"Bones of the co-workers."