Where Zhou Sheng's body was, there was a black hole in front of him, and one of his arms stretched into it.

The arm was withdrawn, and the black hole disappeared. The broken sword, the fruit, and the soul splitting have all been recovered, and the harvest has been reaped!

The soul was divided into the body, the perfect galaxy was running, and the barbarian patriarch was full of will, wanting to take him away, but he didn't find the location of Zhou Sheng's soul.

An illusory figure looked around at the countless stars and vast galaxies, and the next moment, it was directly destroyed by Zhou Sheng's will impact.

"Hmph! This old thing has bad intentions, it's going to be fast, endure it for a few more days, and within a few months, I will practice to perfection, and I will be invincible under the Sage." I'm going to capture that old thing and let him use it as a mount for me......"

The barbarian patriarch who had just immersed himself in the Soul Lake screamed badly, and his voice was as sad as his dead father, and he actually shed two lines of tears.

"What's the matter, how could it be destroyed, it's that kid, it's impossible......"

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Zhou Sheng ate the fruit in one bite, and the fruit entered the stomach and began to decompose, and one by one the hemp crawled out and entered every cell.

Zhou Sheng's body was squirming, and the black and white blood cells turned into worms. His whole being was a pile of bugs.

The pores inhale, creating a storm, and a large amount of cold air is inhaled into the body, which circulates in the cells and begins to spray. Every cell is spewing black and white air, and even spewing out insects.

These are dead cells, which are expelled by Zhou Sheng.

"Flesh and blood are scattered, immortal and immortal."

Zhou Sheng's whole person melted directly and turned into a pile of insects. Each bug was very small, piled up there, like a pile of flesh and blood.

Bugs devour dirt, devour cells, and greatly increase their ability to digest. A cell is a stomach pouch.

"Wow"

The pile of insects pounced on an old tree in the courtyard, crunching and chewing, and sawdust flew all over the cells. One of his current cells is a single-celled life, with greatly increased structure and function, and cell mutation......

A large tree was eaten up in a minute, and even the roots of the ground were eaten along with the dirt. Zhou Sheng's body regrouped, exhaled, and it turned out to be a torrent of mud, filling the big hole where the roots of the tree were.

Zhou Sheng stretched his waist and said with a faint smile: "It feels good."

Zhou Sheng's current physical strength has been directly increased to thirty elephants, which can be regarded as a great condensation, and with the addition of a scale of spiritual liliang, it can deal with condensation perfection.

Lian Gang is small into a spiritual scale, the power of a hundred elephants. Perfection, ten scales, the power of a thousand elephants. Invincible in consummation, more than a dozen spiritual scales. That barbarian patriarch has such a big body, and the physical body must have exceeded a thousand elephants, or even reached two thousand elephants.

The further back, the gap between each small class and liliang is getting bigger and bigger.

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"What are you going to do now? First of all, you have to destroy Liu Qing, just snap your fingers. Let's go find King Jing again, this old boy is going to rebel, everyone wants to be the emperor. Now it's evening, go out for a walk. I can't sleep at night, and by the way, I hit the autumn wind......"

Zhou Sheng couldn't rest at night, and he was uncomfortable not fluttering. I went to the Garden of Ten Thousand Beasts last night, and I went to visit other gardens tonight.

Zhou Sheng's face gradually changed, this was not a disguise, but the real bones were changing, becoming his original appearance.

"It's really uncomfortable to wear someone else's mask for a day, but it's still good-looking."

Zhou Sheng's strength has increased greatly now, no one is afraid, even if he meets Zhou Xing, he can fight him twice.

Out of the courtyard, Zhou Sheng walked in the academy at will.

In front of him is the garden of the Mo family, go in and take a walk, many people have not slept, they are striking iron, forging weapons, Zhou Sheng found a stove, went up and picked two hammers, it feels good.

Striking iron is hard work, sweating, and tiring. Repeatedly beating a red-hot soldering iron to produce a mille-feuille piece of steel, is a good piece of iron. Zhou Sheng took a piece of burnt red soldering iron and swallowed it, his mouth was numb, like eating twist flowers, very crispy and chewy.

"It's tasteless, it's not fragrant, it's better to get some more seasoning......"

Before leaving, he took the hammer away and prepared it to be eaten as a snack on the way.

Stop and go, go to the farmer's spiritual field and steal some wheat to eat. The soil of these spiritual fields is very fertile with silt from the bottom of the river mixed with grass and wood ash. The top is covered with a greenhouse, so it can grow in winter. The crops are also big. After picking most of the ears of wheat, he rubbed them together with his hands, blew the straw away, and threw the fragrant wheat grains into his mouth with a wave of his hand.

The smell of food stimulates the tip of the tongue, or the food meets the taste of people!

I picked a few cucumbers and a few tomatoes, with a sledgehammer, and gnawed them in the pits. His teeth are all artifacts, and the hammer has been gnawed into slag like a steamed bun.

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In front is the Buddha, I heard that these monks are rich in flowing oil, raised white and fat, big gold robes are draped on the body layer by layer, are inlaid with fist-sized gems. Every year's incense money, the treasury can not be opened, the silver money is not used all the year round, the hemp rope that wears the copper plate is eaten by insects, and the silver ingot has green mold, which should be brushed with an iron brush. Then put it in the sun to dry, and spread the yard with a layer of white flowers.

The green smoke that incense is given to the Buddha obscures the clouds and mist, and it is spectacular.

Zhou Sheng strode in from the gate and swaggered in, with his current liliang, he is also a character, and he will not go over the wall or anything like that.

When I entered the garden, the buildings were temples and the like, the snow was knee-high, and I didn't see any fat-headed and big-eared monks, only a bunch of poor jingle bald people. Zhou Sheng also understands that superficial kung fu still has to be done, drinking wine and eating meat in the mainland, these bald people have done it.

There are two kinds of monks, one is to eat fasting and chant Buddha, and the other is to be a warrior monk, who drinks wine and eats meat and plays with big swords.

Shijie is like this, if there were no warrior monks in the rich temple to guard, just some monks would have been robbed all day long.

On snowy days, these monks were also lazy and slept under the covers. These are monks who chant scriptures, and their health is poor, and they can't withstand the wind and cold. There was no light in the room, so Zhou Sheng walked casually.

Buddhism is the most mysterious sect on Shijie, and many thoughts and theories about heaven and earth are from Buddhism. There are also a lot of Buddhas, and the Buddha and others sit there all the year round and recite the scriptures, always producing some strange thoughts, and Zuihou has made himself crazy.

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In front of the main hall is pervasive, Zen is pervasive, making people pure and have few desires, and there is a kind of idea of seeing through the red dust and becoming a monk.

A faint oil lamp was blown by the wind, and the lamp swayed from side to side, and the shadows of the people reflected were crooked.

Zhou Sheng pushed open the door and walked in, only to see an old monk sitting in front of the carving of the Buddha. The old monk was barefoot and was knocking on the wooden fish. His ankles were white, but there was a black lotus flower on the sole of his left and right feet, and the lotus had eighteen petals.

The black lotus is as black as ink, and it contrasts with his white ankles, which is very inconsistent, giving people a visual impact.

The old monk pointed to a futon in front of him, "Donor, please sit."

Zhou Sheng also took off his shoes and walked barefoot on the ground. The pores on the soles of the feet irritated by the cold ground shrink slightly.

Sitting cross-legged on the futon, Zhou Sheng wiped the soil on the soles of his feet, frowning.

"Lotus Sheng, they all say that you are the wisest of Shakya's disciples, and I have a question for you, and please answer it. It is rumored that the Buddha was begging in the country, and it was time to eat at lunchtime, so the Buddha solemnly put on his robe, took off his shoes, took a bowl, and went to the city to beg for food. After going from house to house in the city, return to your lodgings, eat dinner, pack up your robe and bowl, wash your feet, arrange your seat, and then meditate. I don't understand very much, when your Buddha Lord is begging, weishenme takes off his shoes, is it to show his pity?" Zhou Sheng broke his toes, very puzzled.

The sound of the wooden fish stopped, the old monk looked up at him, bowed his head and smiled, and said lightly: "The Buddha is an ordinary person, but in ordinary life, he is always practicing everywhere, entering the realm, dressing, begging, eating, washing feet, and dressing the seat, all of which naturally reflect the majesty of the beggar, and dressing and eating is the Tao."

Zhou Sheng shook his head and asked, "I was asking him to take off his shoes, but you didn't answer my question, and you talked about it left and right......"

"I don't know, maybe the Buddha doesn't want to wear shoes, he likes to walk barefoot on the thick land, or maybe it's to test the sympathy of the pilgrims, the Buddha's thoughts, vast and vast, shining on the Buddha country of Hengsha, I can't guess it", the old monk shook his head, also confused about this matter.

"You say that the Buddha is an ordinary person, why are your thoughts so vast?"

"The Buddha is an ordinary person, but his mind is not ordinary, his mind is vast and complete, and he can accommodate the ...... of heaven and earth."

Zhou Sheng nodded as if he had understood, he felt that he understood something, didn't the words of this old monk mean that the Buddha has a great heart. Zhou Sheng gestured at his heart and nodded confidently, his heart was not small.

When the old monk saw Zhou Sheng dancing there, he was suspicious and asked, "Do you understand?"

"Hmm!"

Zhou Sheng nodded affirmatively, larger than the size of his heart, the heart of the barbarian patriarch is bigger than the house, and Zhou Sheng's heart is also vigorous and energetic, although the size is not as big as the big one, but among ordinary people, he is also a big man.

He patted his chest and said proudly: "I have a great heart, I have a wise brain......"

The old monk smiled lightly, revealing a hint of amazement, "You understand, I don't understand, heaven and earth, you need to think about it seriously, I can't think about it all my life, just in case......"

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Zhou Sheng looked at the black lotus at the old monk's feet, and asked, "Why do you also like to be barefoot, in order to show off your two black lotuses?

"Then you took off your shoes again?"

"Because my feet are uncomfortable, so take it out to be cool, you haven't answered yet!"

Zhou Sheng stared closely at the old monk's half-squinted eyes, shooting out two terrifying rays of light.

"Isn't it great that I'm in the light and stepping on the darkness?" the old monk smiled lightly and knocked on the wooden fish.

"You're arrogant!"

"What is arrogance? This is the true self. When the World-Honored One is born, he walks seven steps, points to the sky with one hand and the earth with the other, and speaks, 'Heaven and earth, I am the only one', this is the nature of the true self. It is really sad that the hearts of the world are dirty, and the bodhicitta is gradually dyed and sank into red dust. I would like to make a great vow that all living beings will become Buddhas......"

Zhou Sheng nodded and responded: "The Buddha Lord is indeed quite crazy, but people fight very well. As for you, you...... Is it human?"

Zhou Sheng stretched out his hand and plunged into the old monk's chest, but there was not the slightest blood splattered......