Mount Meru is 7,000 miles longitudinal from east to west, with a vast territory and an extremely wide area.

There are many birds and beasts, and the jungle is dense.

In the mountains and forests, there are countless treasures of heaven and earth, and there are flocks of spirit beasts and rare birds, which is a rare fairy blessed land in time.

The Sumeru Sect, one of the seven major sects in Zhongzhou, is located in the Sumeru Mountains, sitting in the western regions of Zhongzhou, as the first line of defense against the invasion of Zhongzhou by the demon beasts of Xihe Niuzhou.

Because it is located in the Western Regions of Zhongzhou, adjacent to the chaotic realm of Xihe Niuzhou, which is full of demons, the disciples of the Sumeru Sect are good at fighting.

In this way, the warlike atmosphere of the Sumeru sect was cultivated.

It's amazing to say, a Buddhist sect, but it is the hottest temper among the seven major sects, and the best at fighting.

On weekdays, when he travels the world, there are occasional frictions between the disciples of the Seven Sects.

But in the midst of these frictions, there are incomplete statistics..... At least more than seventy percent of them were able to see the figures of the disciples of the Sumeru Sect.

It is such a magical sect, but now it is the bull's ear of the world's Buddhist sects, and it is the largest sect of Buddhism in the world.

Of course, it can't be said that because people have a violent temper and love to fight, they can't represent Buddhism.

How do you say that?

I smoke, drink, burn..... Oh no, it doesn't burn your head.

I smoked, I drank, I got tattoos, I loved to fight, but I knew I was still a monk.

This..... It is a true portrayal of the heart of the Sumeru sect from the presiding officer to the outer gate of the little novice.

Reputedly.....

As early as 970,000 years ago, there was no such sect as the Sumeru sect in Kyushu.

The Sumeru Sect was completely created by its founding patriarch 970,000 years ago.

Speaking of the founding patriarch of the Sumeru Sect, it is also a complete legend.

The name of the patriarch of the Sumeru sect is not verifiable, and the sect records that the patriarch of the founding school is called Dade, and the people in the rivers and lakes are called great monks.

Before changing jobs..... Or before he shaved his head and became a monk, he was a virtuous monk who killed pigs.

The virtuous monk who holds a pig-killing knife all the year round has a fierce and vicious face, and he can scare people into crying without staring, and he can faint directly if he is timid.

When it comes to its name, in their hometown, you can stop children from crying at night with one acre and three points of land.

The virtuous monk took up the promising profession of a pig killer until he was thirty-seven years old.

A thirty-seven-year-old monk with no children and no wife.

Life is not a happy one, and there is no hope for the future.

One day, the lonely pig killer returned from the market, took advantage of the darkness to make a pot of wine, bought a small bag of peanuts, and sat in his small yard drinking wine.

That night, the moon and stars were scarce, and the sky was clear.

The pig killer monk raised his glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow became a trio, drunk and dizzy, and saw the double shadow when he looked at the moon.

It's in this business.... There was a murmur in my ears.

Thinking that he was drunk, the pig killer did not care.

He picked up the wine glass on the table, prepared to drink this one and three more, and went back to sleep.

However.....

After another glass of wine, the pig killer heard the dreamlike voice in his ears grow clearer and clearer.

Trance..... The drunken pig killer seemed to see a peerless beauty, undressing and winking at herself.

As a thirty-seven-year-old adult single dog, where can the pig killer endure this.

Even if you know that you are drunk, even if you have a spring dream without a trace, it still feels worth recalling, isn't it?

So..... The pig killer grabbed his pants and pounced on the beauty.

The warm fragrant nephrite is in his arms, and the pig killer is called a comfortable one in his heart.

pouted and kissed the beautiful woman in his arms.

However.....

As soon as the mouth was halfway out, the pig killer suddenly felt that the soft body in his arms suddenly became hard, and it was a little awkward to the touch.

Subconsciously open your eyes and look.

With just one glance, the happiness of the second half of the life of the great virtuous monk almost slipped away from the span.

In this bosom .... Where else did you come from?

What he was holding was a forest skeleton.

See yourself looking at it. The skeleton was still grinning at itself.

A mouthful of cold white teeth shook and flickered, throwing a flattering eye at himself.

At this moment, the pig killer was so frightened that he threw the skeleton in his arms to the ground, turned around and prepared to run out.

In a hurry, he tripped and fell, and a dog gnawed on the ground.

This fall hurt to the bone, and it also woke up the pig killer.

Looking back again, where are there any white bones behind him, as for the beauty.... Not even half a hair.

There is only a golden cicada, lying on the table where he is drinking, looking at himself and grinning at himself.... Laughing.

Laugh??

With such a ridiculous thought in his heart, the pig killer himself felt that he was drunk and confused.

However.....

Just when the pig killer felt that he had drunk too much and was hallucinating, the golden cicada grinned at him and began to speak.

"Pink Skull, are you enlightened?"

The pig killer was stunned for a moment, and looked at the golden cicada in a daze, "You..... Are you talking?"

Jin Cicada grinned again, "Exactly." ”

After admitting it, Jin Chan looked at the pig killer and continued to speak, "In the previous life, the Red Dust Tribulation was difficult, and my Buddha sent you to enter the Red Dust again."

Now that thousands of years have passed, the pink skeleton is a catastrophe, do you understand?"

The pig killer was stunned for a moment and looked at the golden cicada, "That beautiful woman turned into a skeleton just now.... You made it?"

Jin Cicada nodded, "I'm teaching you.... Red pink skeletons, red faces and white bones, thousands of red dust, but a dream.

Instead of being nostalgic for this rolling red dust, it is better to return to the Buddha clan with me and prove a golden body and Taoist fruit. ”

After speaking, Jin Cicada looked at the pig killer with confidence.

The pig killer looked at the golden cicada in a daze, looking at the golden cicada's confident appearance and everything under control.

"Satoru?"

"I understand your grandma's legs!"

I don't know if it's anger from the heart, and the pig killer is evil to the side of the gall.

I can't care about this golden cicada to open his mouth, obviously he has become a refinement.

A hungry tiger pounced on it, ignoring the stunned look on the golden cicada's face.

With a big mouth, he swallowed the golden cicada in one bite.

"It's useless, you..... If you can't hurt me, don't be obsessed anymore, follow me to prove that golden body. ”

was swallowed into his mouth, and the golden cicada also opened his mouth calmly and calmly to persuade him.

"I'll prove your grandmother's golden body Dao Fruit!"

Listening to the golden cicada swallowed by himself, he was still arrogant.

The pig killer bit down hard, but the golden cicada was very hard and shattered his old yellow teeth.

Seeing that the pig killer was deflated, Jin Cicada was just about to open his mouth to persuade again.

But I don't know if the pig killer is narcotic with alcohol, or if he is just a reckless person.

Knowing that he couldn't bite this golden cicada, he didn't care that his mouth was full of teeth being broken, so he grabbed the wine bottle on the table and poured it into his mouth.

actually washed the golden cicada into his stomach with wine.

"Why struggle ....."

was swallowed into the stomach, and the golden cicada still calmly persuaded him, "Even if I am swallowed in the stomach, I.... I'm going to..... Get out, too.... Neither.... But it's too much.... Between Thoughts..... ....."

After saying a word, there was a slight snoring sound in the pig killer's stomach.

But it turned out to be ..... The golden cicada had never drunk alcohol, and was soaked in alcohol, and it was actually drunk.

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