"Om~Ma~What~吽~呗, Buddha's Heart Dao~Compassion Mantra~!" Darba, who was shrouded in a layer of faint golden light outside his body, did not reply, folded his hands and closed his eyes, and recited lightly, and with the condensation of the sea relics, the closed palms also slowly poked out, and the faint golden light surge was also scattered in the tattered clothes of the monk in an instant. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When the Buddha's light dissipated from his body, he revealed Darba's chubby and plump face, and his mouth was also nervous and concerned: "Master~, how are you feeling now~?" ”

"Amitabha~" Looking at the childish and peaceful eyes of the apprentice in front of him and the surrounding admirers of the grassland boy who was lying on the ground with almost no end in sight, the monk who stroked the scars on his arms and felt the changes in his body couldn't help but bow his head and fold his palms and chant silently.

And beside the two of them, a sturdy and burly man like a lion and tiger watched their movements, his cheeks and hair swaying in the wind, and he also supported the sharp and cold silver-handled scimitar, put away the kneeling knee, and his rough and dark face glanced at Darban's auspicious face with admiration, and then asked in a deep voice: "Dharma King~~, how do you feel now~?" ”

"Lord Temur~, the power of the Buddha is beyond the imagination of mortals like us~" King Jinlun frowned when he heard the sound and said softly~, and then slowly poked out his palms that covered the scars on his arms, and the sound of cracking sleeves sounded, and the crumbs flew to reveal his thin arms.

"Buddha is mighty~!" Seeing that the place where the Dharma King was originally bloodstained and wounded, it was smooth and undamaged at this time, and Temule, who had been born in the desert and respected the immortal heaven and believed in the steppe wolf god, couldn't help but chant in his appearance.

"The Buddha is mighty!"

As soon as Temul's words fell, a young boy of eleven or twelve years old behind him instantly got up and clenched his fists and shouted.

"Buddha is mighty~!" "Buddha is mighty~!"

After a while~, as the young man spoke, the prairie man who was holding a saber and kneeling on the ground around him was also fanatical, raising his head and shouting in response~, one after another, the sound of the sky and the earth shook the sky for nine days.

Listening to the terrifying exclamation of even the eagles in his ears, Temule's rough and dark face couldn't help but become rosy with pleasure, and then frowned and wondered: "The King of Law~, my grassland boy attacks the enemy as fiercely as that pack of wolves~ The charge is as sharp as the falcon, and the war horse is majestic and not afraid of the enemy~ The warrior is bloody and fearless of pain, why let me wait to retreat without a fight and give the Heavenly Sword to the person of the Jurchen Jin Kingdom~? Even thousands of my Mongolian iron horsemen abandoned themselves on the mountains~, and they couldn't be buried in the immortal sky~? ”

"Amitabha~! The prince really doesn't know the power of the Buddha~, and the appearance of the day is really sage~, this is all a small law~Insufficient sight and hearing~, my disciple to get the Buddha's inheritance is the great fate of the sky! When the Golden Wheel heard this, he lowered his head and recited silently, but he couldn't help but think of the hazy scene he saw when he was seriously injured.

Then seeing that the prince of Temur was still full of disbelief, he couldn't help but shake his head and look at his disciple, and thought for a moment before asking in a low voice: "Disciple~, how many transmissions of the Buddha's holy law~?" ”

"Master~, what do you mean~?" Suddenly hearing the master's question, Darba, who felt hungry and was bending down to take out the leg of mutton from his baggage, pushed the huge golden pestle and stroked his bare head in confusion.

"Whew~, it seems that the teacher is going to teach you to practice Buddhism as soon as possible~!"

"Master~, don't~, it's so annoying to practice Buddhism~! You still teach me martial arts~"

Looking at the sad face of the disciple~ King Jinlun was already angry, his eyes glared at him and said angrily: "No~, I used to forget it~, I didn't expect you to inherit my Tantric Buddhism~, now that you have a deep Buddha relationship and are favored by the Buddha, you can't even recite the [Maha Prajna Heart Sutra], my Vajra Sect~ Even the entire Tantra is a slippery joke~!

"Master~, Buddhism is really annoying~, it's a big deal to let the Buddha find another ......"

"Shut up~, Da~Er~Ba! If you have this idea again~, my Golden Wheel will not be a disciple of you~! ”

"Bang~"

As the barbecued leg of lamb fell to the ground, Darba already had red circles in his eyes and fell to the ground: "Master~Don't~, Darba knows it's wrong~, Darba will practice Buddhism well~, you can't be a disciple~, woo~Master~, you can't do without Darba~!" ”

"Okay~" frowned and pulled up the disciple's body hugging his thighs, and the Golden Wheel Dharma King said in a deep voice: "Darba~~, remember~, you are the body of the Buddha, you can't cry in the future, and you can't kneel at will, you know~?" ”

"Hmm~~" Darba's round face tensed, and the fat trembled and said aggrievedly: "Master~, can't even you~?" ”

"No~! Neither I nor Khan can do it~! ”

As soon as the words came out~ Temul's dark face couldn't help but wrinkle, just by the name of Genghis Khan, Temujin knew his prestige in the desert~, not to mention Temul, who was also given a portable sword as a prince.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King looked at the changes in the gaze of the people around him and knew the situation around him without turning around, but he was not worried at all, and then asked in a deep voice: "Darba~, just now the Buddha taught you a few ways of Buddhism~, even if it is martial arts~?" ”

"Oh~~" This time Darba finally understood~, stretched out his fleshy palm and fiddled with his fingers and said: "Master~, just now the Buddha passed on me four martial arts~, Buddha's heart~Buddha's body~Buddha's knowledge~Buddha's sigh, that's right~ There is also the method of relic condensation~!"

The Golden Wheel Dharma King frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and asked in a condensed voice: "Then is there a way to reveal the true body of the Buddha~"

"Yes~Master~, I had it from the beginning~, but the Buddha didn't let me show it easily~, it will wipe out my own merits~ and I can't kill easily~,"

For his disciple's all-knowing answer, the Golden Wheel Dharma King couldn't do anything but sigh heavily in his heart~, he looked at the prince Temur beside him, and saw his wrinkled knotted beard slowly shook his head, exhaled and said: "Since this is the case~ Darba, then please ask the Buddha to appear to the world~"

"Got it~Master~!" Darba didn't feel anything wrong when he heard Master's words, and sat cross-legged as soon as he closed his eyes.

After a while~, in the Jinguo Kyoto Wine Inn, Wang Ming, who was holding bamboo chopsticks and tasting delicacies, had an ordinary posture, his eyes flashed slightly, and his eyebrows also wrinkled.

"Brother Wang~, what's wrong~ Isn't this dish delicious~?" And the girl who was paying attention to him at all times on the side saw Wang Ming's slightly frowning brows, and instantly put down her small bowl, and asked nervously.

"No~, Rong'er, what you made is delicious~! I just thought of something just now~" Seeing the girl's worried and nervous appearance, Wang Ming chuckled and waved his hand, and raised his chopsticks again, and as he raised the chopsticks, his flickering gaze converged, and the corners of his mouth also outlined a faint smile.

"Huh~, hee-hee~" Huang Rong, who was praised, couldn't help but let go of her heart and spit out the aroma~, and then smiled and said softly: "Brother Wang~, you can taste the white fungus sweet silk soup I made again~, this is what I have carefully boiled for a long time~, ah~ By the way, Sister Mochou Nianci Sister Uncle Yang~ You also drink it~!" ”

"Hmm~, Sister Rong'er, thank you~" Mu Nianci looked at her father who frowned beside her and was silent, just burying her head in eating, and smiled embarrassedly, but when she caught a glimpse of the purple-shirted figure on the opposite side with a slight pout, her heart was also filled with bitterness.

And the girl Mo Chou was still feeling sorry for herself at this time: "Hmph~, Miss Ben will also learn to cook in the future~, let you be a stinky man and only praise Rong'er's sister~, hum~stinky man~!" Horn~, ah~~, why does Rong'er's food have to be so delicious~, how can my sister catch up with your craftsmanship~! Woo~Master~, what should I do~! I can't even scramble eggs~~"

As for a certain honest young man, his eyes are shining, holding his big bowl and eating with a mouth full of oil.

On the grassland outside the Saiwai~, with a cold wind blowing through Darba, he stood up with his swollen round head, blinked his eyes and looked at the figure in front of him in confusion, and after a while, he rubbed his nose and said: "Master~, Wangye~, Xiao Huodu~!" ”

"Hmm~, Darba~, where is the Buddha~?"

"Yes~, Ann~!" Hearing the question of the Golden Wheel Dharma King, the young man standing on the side couldn't help but ask suspiciously, he had been staring at Darba's body for a long time.

Hearing this, Darba smacked his mouth, raised his head, raised his fleshy finger and pointed: "Isn't that right~?" Master~! ”

(To be continued.) )