Situ Jing touched his chin, his heart was a little greasy, and said, "What do you mean by this? I'm going to be graceful, what's wrong? I don't know, let go of a woman who hurt you, is it a fool." However, I know that a man who slaps a woman will definitely make me look down on him. Since she and I are not all the way, then I will draw a line with her from now on. A man as good as us is afraid that no woman likes him?"

"That's too reasonable! Your heart is really too broad! If it is, Lei Yi and Yan Mingzhu really come to the day they get married, are you sure you can still maintain your current mentality?" Ning Xiaochuan said.

Situ Jing was silent for a moment, his eyes became deep, and he said, "What doesn't belong to me, even if it belongs to me now, it will belong to someone else in the future." What belongs to me will be mine, even if it belongs to someone else now. ”

"Squeak!"

On the vermilion courtyard wall next to it, a dilapidated wooden door opened, and a fat monk with a good and honest appearance came out of it.

"Amitabha! Donor, you look so kind. What you just said, the old man has heard it, it is so Buddha-like, why don't you come into the temple and drink a cup of tea, why don't we talk about Buddhism together?"

Ning Xiaochuan was a little surprised, raised his head, and found that this was really a dilapidated temple, built in the city, but it was very cold, and the plaque on the gate had three ancient Sanskrit characters "Bhikshu Temple" written on it.

In Tianshi City, Ning Xiaochuan saw the temple for the first time.

When Ning Xiaochuan saw the monk, his face suddenly became happy, and he said, "Master Tan Qian, it can be regarded as letting me find you!"

"The donor has recognized the wrong person!"

Monk Tan Qian glanced at Ning Xiaochuan, startled, and hurriedly retreated to the temple, about to close the door.

Ning Xiaochuan rushed up with an arrow, supported the gate with his arm, and said, "Master, farewell in the Great Wilderness, I have been looking for you all along." ”

"Donor, you really recognize the wrong person!"

Monk Tan Qian held the door tightly, he knew that Ning Xiaochuan must have found out that the residual picture was a fake picture, and he came to settle accounts with him.

He came to Jiuyue Xinjiang to preach, and he didn't let Buddhism flourish, but he didn't want to ruin the reputation of Buddhism like this.

At the same time, Monk Tan Qian was also muttering in his heart, it must be because he didn't burn incense today, the Buddha didn't manifest, otherwise Jiuyue Territory is so big, how could he find here?

"Amitabha!"

"Amitabha!"

Ning Xiaochuan said with a smile: "Master, you should open the door first! I know that your old man is an enlightened monk, and I would like to go in and discuss some Buddhism with you and learn something about the origin of Buddhism." ”

"It's useless for you to fool me, unless you beat me to death, or don't even think of stepping into the temple. Monk Tan Qian's attitude was very tough, and he said in a decisive manner.

Ning Xiaochuan sighed and said, "Master Tan Qian, how can I deceive you? Your old man is really a high-ranking monk in my heart, with noble conduct, and regards money as dung. The juniors came this time to apologize to the master. ”

The more Monk Tan Qian listened, the more he felt that something was wrong, the kid outside seemed to be really sincere, but it was impossible for him to open the door.

He said: "Donor, if there was really any misunderstanding between us before, please bear with me." It's late at night, and the old man is a little tired, so why can't we continue like this?"

Ning Xiaochuan thought about it, and finally let go of his hand, bowed to the temple, and said: "Okay then! Buddhism pays attention to the word 'fate', since the master feels that the fate between us is exhausted, then the younger generation will not bother." However, I still have to thank the master again for giving the picture, if it weren't for the younger generation to participate in the auction of the Yan clan today, I don't know that the remnant picture that the master sold to the younger generation for a hundred dark stones turned out to be the real picture. This remnant picture is worth tens of millions of stones, if it is not for the master to give it to the 'fate', the younger generation will not be able to afford it. If the younger generations really find treasures from the Burial God Mountain in the future, they will definitely reshape the golden bodies of the Bodhisattvas at that time. ”

"Bang!"

The door of the bhikshu temple was opened heavily by the monk Tanqian, and the door panel of the gate was almost torn off.

"What? What do you say? real picture? Thousands of stones? You...... You take out the picture, and the old man will take a closer look. Monk Tan Qian's lips trembled a little, and he couldn't speak clearly.

Ning Xiaochuan was a little stunned, and said tentatively: "Master, you don't know that it's a real picture, right?"

"I ...... I...... I'll tell you, I don't know? That must be a real picture! I have been cultivating for many years, and I can't tell the difference between a true picture and a fake picture? Don't you believe it? I'll show you it now......" Monk Tan Qian said with a slight stammer.

Ning Xiaochuan hurriedly said: "No, no, master, since you already knew that it was a real picture, why are you still so excited?"

Monk Tan Qian took a deep breath, his expression became calm, and said: "Amitabha! True pictures and false pictures are just a skin for Lao Gao, not arrogant, not impatient, not stupid, not greedy, this is the great realm of life. The reason why Lao Wei was so excited just now was because ...... When the old man showed his fiery eyes just now, he found that the donor had such a thick wisdom root in your body, which was really rare. Lao Wei has traveled in the world, read countless people, and it is the first time to see such a thick Huigen, which is rare to see in 10,000 years. Donor, you are probably the reincarnation of a Buddha!"

Situ Jing saw that Ning Xiaochuan admired Master Tan Qian very much, and thought that Monk Tan Qian was really a master of Buddhism, so he was also full of respect for Master Tan Qian, and said: "Dare to ask the master, there is also a difference between thick and thin Huigen?"

Monk Tan Qian said: "Idiot! Your understanding has not yet been civilized! As the saying goes, the root of wisdom is divided into thick and thin, and the Buddha nature has long and short. Both wisdom and Buddha-nature are indispensable for Buddha practitioners. ”

Situ Jing said: "Dare to ask the master, since you can see that Brother Ning's Huigen is as thick as a watermelon, how thick is my Huigen?"

"Let's not talk about this issue first, let's talk about the remnants of the Burial God Mountain first. Speaking of the experience of the old man to get this picture, it is simply an immortal legend. There are many dangerous places and forbidden areas in that great wilderness, and for human monks, they dare not step into a single step in their lives. However, Lao Wei was fearless, walked through many forbidden areas of life, fought dragons, destroyed souls, slashed spirits, and experienced ninety-nine eighty-one tribulations before he found this remnant picture in an eternal place of imprisonment and brought it out of it. ”

"However, the old man regards money as dung, and only pays attention to the two words 'fate', because the Ning donor has a fate with the remnant picture, so the old man sold the remnant picture to him for the price of a hundred Xuan stones. With the true value of the remnants, this is simply a free gift!"

Ning Xiaochuan nodded and said, "I can testify to this, the master is really generous." ”

Monk Tan Qian's words changed sharply and said, "But, Lord Ning, your fate with the remnant figure has ended!"

"Fate is over?" Ning Xiaochuan always felt that something was wrong, and took a step back slightly.

Monk Tan Qian took a step forward and said, "That's right. Lao Wei has already pinched his fingers just now, and your fate with the remnant picture has really ended. Master Ning, you should look away, fate has a time limit! Have you ever seen a banquet in the world that will never be dissolved? Have you ever seen a flower that will never wither? Have you seen a lover who has been in love for a hundred lifetimes? Fate has come and gone quickly. You must learn to let go, and you can only get if you give up. Return the remnants to the old man, who will find another destined person for it. ”

What are you kidding, how could Ning Xiaochuan return the remnants?

At this time, suddenly, a black thick cloud quickly spread from the direction of the center of the city.

In the black clouds, dozens of thunderbolts were shuttling, with a terrifying aura.

"Whew!"

Under the night sky, there were countless sounds of breaking wind, and it seemed that many strong people rushed over.

"It's the powerhouse of ThunderClan. ”

Ning Xiaochuan and Situ Jing's faces changed slightly, turned into two streamers, rushed into the bhikshu temple, and hid in the Buddhist hall.

"Bang!"

Monk Tan Qian closed the door of the Buddha, rushed into the Buddha hall, and shouted: "What is going on? Lord Ning, take out the remnants! What does not belong to you, even if it belongs to you now, it will not belong to you in the future." ”

"Boom!"

A purple bolt of lightning slashed down from the sky dome and bombarded the garden of the bhikshu monastery, striking out a huge crater ten meters in diameter, and the smoke and dust filled the air, forming a pillar of smoke.

The stone slabs around the crater shattered, and the two Buddhist halls not far away collapsed with a bang.

The entire bhikshu temple shook slightly, and one of the monks of Tan Qian almost fell to the ground before he could stand firmly.

Outside the Bhikshu Temple, there were many martial arts masters of the Thunder Clan, surrounding the entire Bhikshu Temple.

"Wow!"

A purple thunderball rose from the ground and turned into a huge lightning cover, imprisoning the space within a radius of ten miles around the "Bhikshu Temple", making the atmosphere in the entire "Bhikshu Temple" become solemn.

This incident naturally shook the monks in the entire Heavenly Stone City, and they all looked in the direction of the south of the city. I saw that thunderclouds were rolling in the sky, and a huge lightning shroud appeared on the ground, imprisoning a large area of space.

Situ Lian and Mrs. Luan stood in the middle of a long street, glancing in the direction of the thunderclouds, and their faces showed a sinister smile.

Situ Lian's face looked sickly, and her smile was very gloomy, and she said, "Thundercloud Cover! I'm afraid that nephew of mine won't survive!"

Mrs. Luan smiled and said, "This is not right, we don't have to do it ourselves." However, that kid really has a nine-grade mysterious weapon on his body, and if he is given it by the Thunder Clan, he will be able to pick up a big bargain. ”

"The Nine Rank Mysterious Artifact is so precious, it's strange that it is so easy to get by the Thunder Clan. Wait and see! when ThunderClan kills those two boys, someone will surely do it. It is not yet known into whose hands the Nine Rank Mysterious Artifact will fall into! Don't forget, in Tianshi City, there is more than one old antique from the Heavenly and Human Realm. Hey, hey!" Situ Lian said with a smile.

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Half of it exploded at noon today, and the other half exploded at 12 o'clock in the morning tonight.

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