Beyond the Nine Heavens.

Endless, ethereal and boundless.

The three great Buddhas of the Buddha realm - the ancient Buddha of the past Buddha, the present Buddha Rulai Buddha, and the future Buddha Maitreya Buddha are practicing with their eyes closed at the moment, their palms together, and what is muttering in their mouths.

Several bodhisattvas twisted the jade dew fairy bottle in their hands, and they were also closing their eyes and concentrating, listening to the Buddha's admonitions.

The red lotus under their seat was suspended above the water mirror, emitting a golden light.

Suddenly, a petal fell from the red lotus throne under the ancient Buddha throne of the lamp, and landed on the water mirror, the red light flickered in an instant, and the petal turned into the appearance of a girl in pink clothes.

"Where is the little demon, what's going on here?" , an ethereal voice came.

The girl looked around in alarm, wondering who was talking.

After looking around, I saw several big Buddhas and Bodhisattvas with their eyes closed, and the corners of their mouths didn't seem to move, as if the sound was not made by them.

The girl thought to herself, aren't these people all statues?

Looking at the motionless appearance, it is a bit similar, but looking at the golden throne under their seat, they seem to be some immortals?

"I am the Red Lotus Essence, who are you?" , the girl dared to respond.

But why is she here?

She felt like she had fallen, and her brain was not clear.

When the ancient Buddha opened his eyes, the girl was startled.

"It turns out that you are not wood, you are a fairy!" The girl clutched her frightened chest, and there was surprise in her voice.

A bodhisattva beside him also opened his eyes, "Amitabha, what a little demon with sharp teeth!" ”

"I'm not a little demon, I'm a flower spirit!" When the girl saw that they were a little demon, she crossed her hands on her waist and corrected.

The ancient Buddha pointed at the girl with his finger, and a golden light flashed in front of the girl's forehead.

Seeing the light in his eyes, the ancient Buddha of the lamp was clear in his heart, and immediately smiled, and the laughter actually made the water mirror under the girl's feet ripple.

"I see, you are a red lotus under my seat, and you have cultivated to refine by relying on the golden light under my seat, and you can be regarded as talented."

The girl crossed her waist and said arrogantly, "I am talented!" ”

The Bodhisattva on the side laughed lightly and said lightly, "It's a pure spirit flower essence." ”

The ancient Buddha flicked his fingers, and a golden light flew straight to the girl's forehead, and the golden light flashed in front of the girl's forehead, and it instantly sank into the skin, as if it was integrated with her, "You and I are destined, and today I will turn you into an immortal, and accept you as the seventy-seventh disciple of my Buddha's seat, and give your name without a brush." Would you like to? ”

The girl thief's eyes rolled, and she hesitated, "Do you want to sit on the throne every day like you as your disciple and not go to other places?" ”

The corner of the ancient Buddha's mouth smiled, "Naturally not." ”

"So you can go around?" She has been cultivating for thousands of years, but she hasn't been able to play well, and she doesn't want to chant Buddha here all day long. She felt that chanting Buddha was much more boring than practicing.

Several Buddhas and Bodhisattvas couldn't help but smile when they heard this.

The ancient Buddha smiled when he lit the lamp, and the water mirror rippled.

Everyone laughed together, and the girl only felt that she couldn't even stand on her feet.

"You have only become an immortal, you have to cultivate hard, consolidate the foundation, and it is useless to play more." , Maitreya Buddha spoke up.

The girl thinks about it, it is indeed this reason, if the immortality is not pure, the cultivation is not high, and when you go out to play, you will only be bullied.

"Then how long does it take to cultivate before I become a teacher?" The girl tilted her head.

"It depends on your cultivation." , the ancient Buddha smiled.

The girl turned around and looked down for a while, then said, "Okay, Benjing will be reluctant to be your disciple." ”

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