Awarded the dragon body to the Lingmeng Fairy, Fahai is selfish.

Without him, Fahai wanted to meet his grandfather.

Fahai wanted to find his grandfather and ask, what kind of activity method is the activity you are talking about?

How come seventeen years have passed, and there is no news!

You know, I've been waiting for seventeen years, and every night when I fall asleep, I think you'll come back to pick me up!

However, in the past 17 years, I have only gained disappointment.

"Huh-"

The crane roared a long time, pulling Fahai's resentment and obsession back to reality, facing the place, only to see the clouds and fog disperse, mountain streams, peaks, foothills, mountainsides, exquisite fairy pavilions, majestic fairy halls, stretching immortal courts, jumping into the eyes, under Sendai, flowing clouds and white waterfalls, the more down, hitting the water 3,000 feet, it is very spectacular.

Fahai pulled the corner of the abbot's clothes, "Master, is our Pure Land Buddha Sect also like this?"

The abbot glanced at the Lingshan Waterfall, glanced at the hundreds of thousands of cultivators all over the mountain, and smiled, "The Pure Land is very big. ”

The Pure Land is big?

What do you mean?

At this time, the Lingmeng Fairy, who was stepping on the crane on one side, approached and said, "Two masters, the journey is tired, I have sent the elders to set up a reception banquet in the Xianle Hall for the two of them, and until tomorrow, I will send the Jindan Ancestor to go out of the customs and discuss the price of the dragon body with the two." ”

Fahai smiled, "Amitabha, I'm bothering your sect." ”

Lingmeng Fairy said, "Immortal Crane, take the two masters to the Xianle Palace, little master, master, there will be a period later." ”

The giant crane at the foot of Fahai lingered and swirled, carrying Fahai and the abbot towards a fairy mountain, Fahai looked back, dozens of cranes carried a hundred-zhang dragon body soaring into the sky, the terrible dragon body flew in the sky of the northern faction, all the monks of the northern sect looked up at the dragon body, their faces were crazy, they couldn't help ecstasy, they thought that this was the ancestor of their sect who killed this evil dragon, and the Lingmeng fairy didn't seem to have a clear meaning, Fahai understood that the Northern Immortal faction wanted this kind of misunderstanding, they wanted to boost their sect's momentum, and they wanted to surpass the southern faction。

Regarding this little trick of the northern faction, the abbot just put his hands together and said, "Fahai, the monks are indifferent and ambitious, don't be shackled by the last section here." ”

Fahai clasped his hands, "Fahai understands. ”

For the master, the dragon body can be lost, and as for who killed the reputation of the evil dragon, he doesn't care at all.

The abbot doesn't care, what am I worried about?

Finally, the crane in front of a particularly large pill gourd mountain platform, the crane team stopped, there were already hundreds of spirit cranes on the gourd fairy platform rotating and soaring, the table less than five or six hundred people, lined up, for the first big fairy palace, the golden plaque reads "Xianle Palace".

The crane fell, but I saw that on the Sendai, five or six hundred people of the fairy gate fairy Yingying bowed down, the sound was like a hundred spirits, and the air was pleasant.

"The Beikun Sect welcomes the master!"

"The Beikun Sect greets His Holiness!"

“......”

The mighty sound, the abbot's gold-patterned white robe is flying, the white beard is chic, and the indescribable demeanor of the master makes Fahai envious to the extreme, this is the strength!

Thousands of cards, the southern country, in front of my abbot, I have to grovel!

At this moment, Fahai felt that perhaps, cultivating Buddha was also a good choice.

At this moment, an elder of the Beikun Sect in a soap robe walked out, laughing in harmony, "In the Lower False Dan Realm, the Deadwood Daoist has seen the master!

Fahai and the abbot followed the elders into the Xianle Palace, and the decorations in the hall all showed the elegance and chic of the Xianmen, exquisite jade coral, grape luminous cup, delicacious jade plate, wine fairy, it can be said that the immortal enjoyment is nothing more than that.

It's just that there is a little bit of food that is not enough.

The things in the Xianmen are too disguised, and they can't eat enough at all.

When the night fell, in the Accord, the abbot had already fallen asleep, but Fahai couldn't sleep left and right, so he simply got up and walked out.

Outside the fairy pavilion room, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and a fairy is guarding not far away with a sword on his back, the fairy turned around, looked at the handsome little monk like a demon, and said with a smile, "Little master, is there something wrong?"

Fahai looked at the Lingmeng Fairy and said with a smile, "Amitabha, why doesn't the fairy go to rest at such a night?"

Lingmeng Fairy smiled and said, "The elder is afraid that some disciples who don't have long eyes will accidentally enter the mountain peak and disturb the master's purity, so he specially asked me to wait here." ”

"Is that so?" Fahai read, "That's really annoying the Lingmeng Fairy." ”

Lingmeng Fairy looked at Hai Junlang very much, and spoke elegantly and moderately, and couldn't help but feel good, and said curiously, "Little master, where are you and your master sacred?"

It seems that the Qinghe Temple is very deeply hidden, and then I think of the Pure Land Buddhism.

Fahai and Xiao pointed to the West, laughing without saying a word.

Lingmeng Fairy muttered, "You are from the West? Legend has it that there is a huge continent in the West, called Shengzhou, and the Buddha Gate above is prosperous, no wonder it is so powerful." ”

Fahai said, "Donor, dare to ask if your sect has a monk named An Chunqiu?"

Hearing this, Lingmeng hesitated, "I sent close to 300,000 monks, I want to check one person, I'm afraid it's not easy, dare to ask the master, can this An Chunqiu offend the master?"

"Not offended. Fahai said, "It's just that my master and I came to the south of the country, and we have received some good soup from the An family, and my Buddhism emphasizes that kindness will be repaid, and I heard that there is a monk in the An family who practices in this northern school, so I want to know about it." ”

"That's it!" Ling Meng smiled, "It's not a secret, An Chunqiu, I know that this person's spiritual root is a miscellaneous spiritual root, and he has been in the cultivation period for seventy years, but he is still in the Qi training period, and now he is serving in the Pepsi Palace." ”

Fahai said, "I wonder if the fairy can take me to meet this Lord Anshi? I want to thank him in person on behalf of the master." ”

Lingmeng Fairy smiled, "Of course you can, Xian'er!"

Phew-

The crane roared, carrying Fahai and Lingmeng Fairy out of Sendai, in the Accord, the candlelight was shining, the abbot meditated on the futon, watched Fahai and Lingmeng Fairy leave the direction, and recited a sentence, "The front edge is not cut, how to escape into the empty door, cut off the front edge, no worries, in order to enter my Pure Land, Amitabha Buddha, good." ”

Speaking of this, the abbot got up, walked to the living room of the Accord with the oil lamp, and said in a leisurely voice, "Donor, here, just show up." ”

A laugh came, echoing in the chamber, "The master has profound mana, the ancestor of the Northern Sect, the Jindan Sixth Moon Daoist, you are polite." ”

The candle flame in the abbot's hand loomed and was disillusioned, and the abbot said slowly, "The Taoist friend came, the murderous spirit is awesome, isn't it that the poor monk has an enmity with Your Excellency?"

The laughter was long, "The hatred is not counted, but there are some Liangzi, some time ago, my junior brother killed the evil dragon, but it disappeared, Yue Mou checked the southern country, there are very few people who can cut the Jindan monks, I thought I couldn't find the person who killed my junior brother, but who would have expected that the master, you yourself leaked out, you shouldn't kill the evil dragon!"

The abbot pinched the Buddha beads in his hand, not slow or anxious, "Listen to the benefactor's meaning, are you going to fight the poor monk to the death today?"

That Jindan Ancestor's voice was like thunder, "Bald donkey, you are going to die today!"

The abbot said in harmony, "The donor spoke wildly, and he didn't put the poor monk in his eyes at all, that's it, that's it, since the donor has to seek death, then the poor monk will fulfill you!"

When the words fell, the golden light of the Buddha mang, the immortal spirit, collided with the night sky.