"The five immortal lingzhi on the Emei Yuntai cliff have bloomed!"

"The patriarch said that when he returns, the Ganoderma lucidum will bloom! At that time, the top and bottom of Tongemei Mountain will turn red! It is the same color as blood, which is the exclusive color of our Fuxian lineage, purple copper Emei, blood dyed Emei. ”

The patriarch also said that if the fairy lingzhi is opened, and his idol does not manifest, then the end of Mount Emei has come, and when the time comes, remember to leave Mount Emei as soon as possible, and find another place that is difficult to find a day, so as to recuperate! ”

The Daxiong Treasure Hall is empty, and the Buddha candles are shining, shining on the Dharma of the Bodhisattva of Fuxian, and also shining on the body of the abbot of Hanshan Temple.

The old man in the golden-patterned robe stood in front of the Fuxian Bodhisattva, and the face of this Fuxian Bodhisattva was much more powerful than other Fuxian Bodhisattva appearances, especially the contempt and anger between the eyebrows were incompatible with Buddhism.

The abbot of Hanshan Temple clasped his hands together, "When the patriarch was there, the wicked harmed the sage, and they still looked up to the sky and spit, but they did not spit to the sky, and they fell from themselves." Dust is raised against the wind, and the dust does not reach the other, but also to oneself. The virtuous cannot be destroyed, and the evil will destroy oneself, disciple, today I finally understood. ”

At this point, behind the abbot, an immature little novice walked in and said in a loud voice, "Abbot!

The abbot turned his back to the little novice, "Fazhao, go out." ”

Xiao Shami looked at the abbot, and said in a childish voice, "Abbot, are you repenting?"

"Repentance?" the abbot looked at the Bodhisattva and said slowly, "What is there to repent of the poor monk?"

Xiao Shami, "It is unwise to do it when you know that you can't do it, and it's even more stupid! Then Guanyin has already made the stakes so clear, why does the master still go against the sky? Back then, when dealing with Tang San's funeral, the patriarch united with the other three Bodhisattva patriarchs, and as a result, Tang San's burial was a trick to bury all beings, and half of the four patriarchs fell and half of them were severely injured, and the patriarch has not come back to this day!"

The abbot looked up at Fuxian Bodhisattva and did not speak.

Xiao Shami took a step forward, and a little pleading appeared on his immature cheeks, "Master, now let Li Qingyi go, apologize, and give him the more than 100 Great Desolation Altars, I think that Fahai will look at the face of the Jizo King Bodhisattva, and will not kill us all, if you are obsessed with it, Hanshan Temple will be left in ruins, and the ancestor inheritance will be interrupted!"

Speaking of which, on the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the candles are windless and automatic, and the candle flames are messy, as if they are the heart of the abbot.

The abbot's voice was hoarse, "Fool, you only saw one of them, you didn't see the second, there are many things in the world that can't be solved by surviving, just like this time the Great Wilderness Altar, this is the fate that belongs to my Hanshan Temple, even if you pay a big price, it is worth it." ”

Xiao Shami waved his hand and said, "But, this is better than the destruction of the sect!"

The abbot raised his hand and said, "The poor monk will die, but my Hanshan Temple will not cut off the inheritance." ”

Xiao Shami looked at the abbot's back and wondered, "Why?"

Outside the door of the Mahavira Hall, a voice walked out, "Because you will live." ”

Xiao Shami turned around to look, and a young master in white walked in, his face was like a spring breeze, his hand cranked a folding fan, and there was actually a crescent moon pendant on his right ear, and his delicate facial features were matched with a graceful demeanor, and his smile gave people a bad feeling.

The Buddha beads on Xiao Shami's wrist emitted dazzling light, and subconsciously, Xiao Shami's eyes flashed with golden light, and he took a step back and said, "You, you are a demon! Moreover, you are still a white elephant monster!!"

The young master in white looked at Xiao Shami, and the folding fan unceremoniously knocked on Fazhao's bald head, "It's only a few years old, and you actually opened the eyes of heaven, a genius! It's just that even a genius must be polite, this seat is called White Fang! Not an elephant demon!"

Fa Zhao was knocked out directly by this paper fan, and the young master in white grabbed Fa Zhao with one hand, carried it on his shoulder, and was about to go out.

The abbot spoke up, "White Fang!

The young man in white stopped his steps, "What are you doing?" I'll tell you, my family only asks me to pick up a little bald donkey, and I don't care if there are many people! Don't let me be a thug for you to fight with Sun Wukong Fahai, my grandfather explained, this generation of people are very difficult to learn from the scriptures, and I am not their opponent. ”

The abbot said, "The poor monk doesn't want the white fang young man to make a move, the poor monk just wants to ask, the white elephant senior, are you okay?"

The young man in white laughed lazily, "Okay! If you don't come to him, he'll be better." ”

The abbot turned around and stroked his white beard, "The lion camel is one of the few holy places that can end the journey to the west, this time the young master of the white tooth will go back, please try your best to cultivate Fazhao, the poor monk has embedded the eighty-one Great Wilderness altars into the body of Fazhao, with his qualifications, as long as he grows to the same level as that Fahai, he can compete with Fahai, and then the lion camel country will have a greater chance of killing the people who learn the scriptures!"

Hearing this, the white-clothed young man said, "Generous, eighty-one Great Wilderness Altars are embedded in his body, old bald donkey, you can!"

The abbot smiled bitterly, "What can you not do, now the new generation of Buddhism will come out, rejoice in the next page of the Buddha's book, Guanyin Treasure Knife is not old, the king of the earth and the golden cicada have created the strongest scriptures to learn from the Fahai, although Manjushri has not moved, I think there is a comprehensive arrangement, my Hanshan Temple is weak, there is no way, I can only artificially create a Buddhist saint son to participate in the next big battle, and accumulate all the luck on his body, so that he can survive in this luck battle, he survives, and the Fuxian line has the opportunity to carry forward!"

White Fang said, "So, in the next battle, there won't be a living mouth in Hanshan Temple?"

The abbot said firmly, "There must be no living mouth, only in this way can all the luck of Hanshan Temple be accumulated on the body of Fazhao, only if we are all dead, all the luck of Fuxian will gather on him, and he will become the reincarnation of Fuxian in another sense, and then with the eighty-one altars of the Great Wilderness in the body, his future achievements will not fall to the person who learned the scriptures." ”

White Fang clapped his hands in appreciation, "Although I, White Fang, have always looked down on you, but old monk, you are an exception! This kind of jade burning courage, tsk, if it were me, I wouldn't be able to do it." ”

The abbot clasped his hands together and said respectfully, "The future of Fuxian's lineage, please." ”

White Fang patted the Dharma photo in his arms, "Don't worry, no matter how you say that our six-tusked white elephant also has an indissoluble bond with Fuxian Bodhisattva, your business is naturally our business, teach me this matter, I guarantee that the little bald donkey will grow up soon!"

The abbot said gratefully, "Thank you, also, please tell him, don't take revenge, we don't have a grudge with Fahai, this is all a catastrophe, just if the sea doesn't make a move, the poor monk has committed so many heinous crimes, and he will fall after all, but this time he borrowed Fahai's power and died." ”

White Fang hesitated, "This is a bit difficult, don't let revenge, this can't be said! I can only convey your meaning in place, as for whether he can find trouble with Fahai, it's up to him! ”

The abbot said, "Young Master White Fang, have a good trip." ”

White Fang nodded, the figure roared, and faintly saw a six-toothed holy white elephant rushing out of the Great Male Treasure Hall.

At this moment, up and down the cold mountain, it was full of light, golden light was blazing, the Buddha flame was scorching, and the white light was all over the sky.

Countless Hanshan disciples looked up at the Buddha light above their heads and praised loudly.

"Xianzhi open, ancestor Lin!"

"The ancestor is here!

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