Thinking about the Taixu of things, I fell asleep somehow, and had a dream, dreaming that I took Iron Man Avatar and Ultraman, and fought with Nezha Wukong and a litter of Katyusha brought by the old monk, and the sky was dark, and the blood flowed all over the sky, and suddenly a heavy rain fell from the sky, washing away the evil that filled the world, revealing the golden light in the sky, waking up, or being splashed by water. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Wo Cao, where does the water come from?

Taixu patted the wet water stain on his thigh, looked up, and a white shadow flashed away, running into the grass.

Rabbit!!

Taixu beat the chicken blood, and finally met someone, the old monk is not counted, it is a bald donkey.

One flipped and jumped up, and found that he seemed to have become as light as a swallow and much more agile, not caring about these details, he pulled out the two-foot wooden sword behind his back, and learned from the Taoist priest on TV with his left hand to pinch a magic seal, and clasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and shouted, "Oh, demon rabbit, where to escape!"

Taixu brandished his sword and searched for a long time in the dense grass, but he never found any trace of the rabbit again, and happily returned to his "Taoist temple" , yes, elated, because Taixu inadvertently saw his current appearance through the reflection of water stains on the blades of grass, several years younger, sixteen or seventeen, with waist-length black hair, was tied in a bun by a wooden fork, revealing a small goose egg face, delicate as when he was a child, well, it is completely his old face that has been seen for more than 20 years, but it has become younger, the skin is better, white, tender, and some baby fat. The figure seems to have undergone a transformation, although it is not muscular, it is relatively full, although it is shabby, but it is also a close-fitting blue robe, the button on the left abdomen in front of it, is a plate-sized yin and yang fish, and there are no traces of other Taoist priests, and those Taoist priests in later generations and the Taoist priests seen on TV, very different, there is a black thing on the back waist, washed it, it turned out to be a golden-purple gourd, non-gold and non-wood, and I don't know what material it is, but although there is a mouth on the gourd, I tried it for a long time, but I can't open it. A pair of straw sandals with open toes, although worn out as if worn for more than ten years, is also very comfortable, more comfortable than any sandals, what sneakers, what military boots hiking shoes in later generations, not to mention breathability. Since she is dressed as a Taoist child, it seems that Aunt Crossing wants to carry forward the Taoist system by herself, and it is a big mistake not to give her thatched house a Taoist name.

Just about to step into the Taoist temple, Taixu suddenly asked a smell of meat, yes, the smell of meat, or the smell of barbecue.

Stirring his nose and smelling for a long time, the source pointed to the old monk meditating under the Bodhi tree, with a clear mind, Ling Ran looked like a Buddha, Taixu scratched his scalp, it shouldn't be, the monk doesn't eat meat, but there is a smell of barbecue in the air, what the hell is this? Could it be that he has been here for so long, slept twice and didn't eat meat, and hallucinated? It seems that the matter of catching rabbits has to be put on the agenda.

Shaking his head, he turned around and walked back to his Taoist temple, but he didn't notice that the old monk opened one eye, blinked twice, and settled down again.

For some reason, the grass spread on the ground was actually dried, Tai Xuan ignored the smell of meat in the air, and muttered relics in his mouth, the color is not different from the void, the emptiness is not different from the color, the color is empty, the empty is the color, and the same is true when I want to do it... Taixu spent a long time, tearing down the bark to weave straw mats, cutting branches to build walls, grinding wooden sticks, carving Tai Chi Yin and Yang fish, and finally a small house covering an area of more than ten square meters came out, Taixu gave himself the next task, is to get some furniture.

Looking up at the golden bell jar in the sky, Tai Xuan didn't know how long it had been, it seemed to be very long, it seemed to be very short, and there was no concept of time here, and he wanted to ask the old monk, but he felt that it was not interesting to know.

The body that Aunt Crossing transformed herself made it difficult for Taixu to accept, he would be thirsty but could bear it, he would be hungry but he could not eat, he could sleep but he could not use it, how strange it was.

"Master, how about borrowing your magic weapon?" Taixu looked at the wooden bowl placed next to the old monk, thinking about pounding some grass juice to clean his personal hygiene, he was so tired that he was sweating all over, and it was too uncomfortable to sticky.

The old monk is still refining his dry Zen, it seems that the law he used last time consumed too much mana, and it seems that listening to Taixu's white snake transmission moved the Buddha's heart, and when he heard Taixu's voice, there was no movement.

"If the master doesn't squeak, it is equivalent to acquiescence?" Taixu said and reached out to pick up the wooden bowl, but he almost fell down, so heavy, no, not sinking, he couldn't carry it at all.

Taixu held the head-sized wooden bowl in both hands, and he wasted his strength, and still didn't move, "Cut! stingy, isn't it just to borrow your use, and use it to stop him?"

Taixu turned his head and left, the old monk shook his eyebrows, and without seeing any movement, the wooden bowl flew up and followed behind Taixu, but Taixu didn't notice it.

Return to the Taoist temple and use a wooden sword to cut a thick branch, this wooden sword is too powerful, immortal and indestructible, comparable to gold and iron. I was just about to take out a pot by myself, and when I found the wooden bowl that appeared on the side, I couldn't help but be stunned, Wocao, when did this thing fly?

Well, don't care about the details, Taixu happily grabbed the wooden bowl, but still couldn't grasp it, and scratched his head.

"Come down" Hey, the wooden bowl really fell to the ground.

"Fly" the wooden bowl floated on its chest.

"Wocao, such a high-tech, can't play at all" Taixu is like encountering a fun toy, one will fly up, one will fall, big circle, small circle, rolling, spinning, tossing for a long time, only to remember that this thing is borrowed by himself.

Hurriedly ran to the grass, grabbed a handful of fresh grass, and pinched the juice vigorously, and the crystal clear liquid dripped into the wooden bowl drop by drop.

One hand, two handfuls, sixty handfuls, one hundred and thirty handfuls, three hundred and eighty handfuls, one thousand handfuls, etc.

Taixu looked at the desolate grass that was made by himself, wiped the sweat on his forehead, looked at the liquid that was still half a wooden bowl, and made the wooden bowl fly with some suspicion, looked at the bottom, it didn't leak, just be dissatisfied with Mao?

Such an obedient wooden bowl seems to be a bit like something, Taixu pondered for a while, and suddenly remembered the monkey's golden hoop stick, and his face turned dark.

"Big..."

Sure enough, the wooden bowl doubled in size, like a basin.

"No matter how big..."

The wooden bowl turned into a large basin...

"No matter how big..."

The wooden bowl was turned into a bathtub