The Futu Sword dug the pit very quickly, and in a few clicks a spacious hole was dug out, and the little half-immortal took back the Futu, gestured to Wuji, and signaled that he could go in.

On the embankment facing the sun, a sloping tunnel is hidden in the grass, and even if there is a shower, it will dry up in no time. The tunnel curves along the terrain, no more than nine inches deep and a finger's width wide. There is always a clump of grass at the exit, and the dwelling half-hidden by crickets is like a door. The crickets come out to eat the tender grass around them, and never touch the grass. The slightly sloping doorway was carefully raked and swept and cleaned up flat. This is the platform for crickets. When it's quiet, the crickets play on the platform. The interior of the house is not furnished, but the walls are smooth. The owner has time to fix the rough place, and in general, the residence is very simple, clean, dry and hygienic. If we think of the simplicity of the tools crickets use to dig the earth, this house is a great project.

The corners of Wuji's mouth twitched, he had never drilled a dog hole, Xiao Banxian got into it first, and Wujian followed closely behind, and sure enough, the big river mussel was among them.

The little half-fairy looked at the mussel shell carefully, and was surprised after seeing it, this river mussel is thousands of years old, maybe more than that.

Such a thing would appear here, no wonder Ying Long's spirit would react so much.

Wujian asked with a gesture how to open the river mussel, the little half-fairy thought of the legend that the half-fairy had mentioned to him, the little half-fairy bit his fingertips, and the blood immediately began to diffuse, and the little half-fairy squeezed out a little more blood.

The half-immortal Wentian once said that the more ancient the treasure, the more spiritual, if there is a request for it, use the blood and blood as a guide, there is a fate It will respond to your request, and you can't force it if you don't have a chance, otherwise you will hurt yourself.

Exists in the world, and has no way of knowing what will happen in the future or who will meet you. Many things don't come from you, because we can't control them at all, and no one can be free and easy. Like a blessing and a curse, like fate, one day it will inexplicably come to you, you want to prevaricate and pretend that you have never met, but you don't know that it is too late to let go.

There is always a person related to you in this world, there is a gap between you, you have not met a few times, and you have never talked about the relationship between men and women, she has her own love and love for herself, you know that there may be almost nothing between you, but you have no way not to see her, not to care about her, this is fate, it is a disaster. I knew it was so stumbling, how could I not know each other at the beginning.

Spiritual practice is not only for Buddhists, but it should belong to everyone who has risen to enlightenment and tried to transcend the confinement of disturbing emotions and to explore and respond to life in a way that he or she sincerely approves. The sun and the moon are bright, and the bright one is awake, and then the awakened is enlightened. As a human being, we should not extinguish our original spiritual light.

The connection between life, no one can understand more thoroughly than the healer, strong and fragile, animals, plants, higher and lower, all life, all interdependent, Xu life uphold the compassion to save a life to win the seventh-level floating slaughter of the good doctor may really participate in the unity of all things Zen machine.

The realization of Zen mind is absolutely self-realizing, and even if you are as close as a master and apprentice, father and son, you cannot walk together. It's like everyone has a treasure in their home, and the Master can only point out the preciousness of the treasure, but he can't give it away.

In our suffering world, all beings are greedy for good enjoyment, like beautiful clothes and food, like beautiful appearance, but often can not foresee all good things, behind the scenes are buried to make people indulge in the factors of corruption, this is what Lao Tzu said, "woe and blessing rely on, blessing and misfortune ambush", although it is very difficult to penetrate this layer, but if we always think that "merit day" and "dark day" are the best sisters, our behavior has a better basis.

We came to this world in a hurry, originally to accept the challenges of life and finally move towards nirvana of the soul. Everything in the world does not belong to us in the first place, so what we ultimately pursue is the water, the moon, the mirror flower, the nothingness. And what we want to abandon is not others, let alone things in the world, what we need to abandon is our own attachment. Everything is for one's own use, but it is not one's own.

There are white heads in the world that are as new, and there are tilts as before. The world is complicated, and it is impossible to think deeply, and deep thinking is suffering. Those who can have a pot of turbid wine and have a big dream are wise people, and they must also have great blessings.

The priceless treasure is easy to obtain, but the realization of the heart of the Bodhi tree is like a mirror platform, but it is difficult to penetrate. If you get close to something out of affection and interpret it, you will get a revelation, which is incredible. Encounters are not just simple coincidences, but believe that there is a mysterious summoning between the spirits of living beings, and if you fall in love with it, it will also choose whether to be in your match or not.

Perhaps this is why no one has been able to move the mussels.

The mussel shell was tightly sealed, and there was no sign of opening, and the little half-immortal didn't have time to be disappointed, and signaled to the innocent, and the innocent also stained the blood on the river mussel, and the river mussel still did not react.

The little half-immortal and the innocent walked out of the enchantment with disappointment and floated onto the surface of the lake, and Mo Liunian was already waiting for it.

Mo Liunian saw the expressions of the two and knew that he had failed, and when the little half-immortal finished speaking, Mo Liunian said: "Then try it with my blood." ”

The little half-immortal said: "Aren't you afraid of water?"

Mo Liunian asked, "Do you have any empty bottles?"

Xiao Banxian immediately understood, found an empty bottle in the Qiankun bag and handed it to Mo Liunian, Mo Liunian bit his finger, dripped a few drops of blood into it, and then corked the bottle, "That's not it." ”

After looking around for a while, he suddenly saw a small novice walking across the stream, carrying a pair of large buckets, flying down the hole to draw the clear spring. The bottom of the stream and the bank of the stream are separated by several zhang high. I saw him jump on a mountain rock standing a few feet high in the water first, holding two large buckets, facing the upstream water potential, and with a light stroke, he had filled two buckets of water, not to mention two hundred pounds of weight. I saw that he was effortlessly lifted on his shoulders, and after a slight pause, he had already flown up to the bank of the stream, and his body was fast and clean.

He piled the flowers in the corner, poured two jars of water, and then went to the kitchen to carry out all the shovels and shovels. Make a circle in the middle of the meadow with soil and plant a few roses along the circle. The outer edge of the circle is planted with cinnamon incense to form a cross. Passionflower is buried under the wall. There's little hope for that

There is an old farmer who is busy working in one of his fields in the afterglow of the sunset. He used a hoe and shovel to build a pile of dirt and stomp it, stuffed it with the dry straw he had found, lit it, and then sat down to rest. When the green smoke rises, the sun fades away, the cool breeze overflows, the night rises slightly, and the thick smell of earth mixed with the faint scent of grass dances in the air.

Sitting in the stone corridor, he hugged his knees with his hands and looked at the sky with his head held high. Whenever the enemy motor rolled over the smoke, it searched with all its eyes to see if it was a few black shadows. Sometimes, I want to smoke a paper cigarette, reach into my pocket, and when I take out the crumbs of the paper cigarette, I will send it to the tip of my nose to sniff and talk to relieve ridicule, and the sound of a rifle in my ears, the fire and sulfur smoke in my eyes will be diluted by too much time.

I can always accurately find groupers in the gaps of large rocks on river beaches, and I can always catch large and small glass shrimp in shallow waters with abundant aquatic plants. Those translucent shrimp the size of small fingernails are often fried by us, and then eaten spoonful by spoon, chewing in the mouth like a handful of fried crispy corn, with a rich river fresh fragrance.

The young man who picks the mountain fruit climbs the tree, the young woman drives the ducks into the mountain stream, the twicked duck slaps the water in surprise, the yellow-billed shell looks for the shrimp among the grass roots, the fish lang explodes the jade wings and screams through the "most", and the green-striped water snake swims through the transparent stream and slowly climbs into the calamus bushes.

Jiang Tian remembered that the two of them would sometimes deliberately avoid the large army, carrying the watermelons they bought to the bottom of the trees by the river to enjoy the shade, the shadows of the trees in the evening were particularly long, covering both of them, and when the evening breeze came, the leaves above their heads and the reeds on the shore were rattling, and even the laughter could be covered; the melons were ripe just right, and the hand knife struck a little hard, and it cracked. They sat on the stones by the stream and ate the huge watermelon cleanly, Gu Yunsheng always ate the watermelon juice all the way to his elbows, and he was not in a hurry to wipe it, as soon as he took off his sweatshirt after eating, he went directly into the water, and the golden water surface was disturbed in an instant.

He crushed the Mo Ling Fruit in his hand. With a click, countless juices spilled, but instead of falling into the Dan furnace, they were condensed in mid-air, and under Bai Xiaochun's control, they continued to fuse together according to the richness he needed. Elder Xu opened his eyes suddenly, and for the first time in the depths of his eyes, there was a shock, much more than before.

After Zhao Si left, Long Feng sat on the steps, listening to the breeze blowing the paper on the window, the kitten on the wall sprinkled a delicate and slender cry, looking at his fingers, sometimes putting them on the side of his mouth and biting his nails, some ideas could not be thought of. After sitting for a long time, he stood up intentionally or unintentionally, and moved two pots of narcissus into the house.

She still pressed the ice bag with one hand, and the ice inside gradually melted, and the condensed water beads flowed down her wrists into her sleeves, like a cold little snake, winding silently, until it slid into the crook of the elbow. The thin little snake was cold and cold, as if it was along the blood veins on its arm, all the way into it, and it was cold to the heart, and it was sore and painful.

The little boy had not eaten a drop of water for a long time, so he went out in the evening when the sun was not strong to find water, and carefully scooped up the water with the sunken stones, lest he spill even a drop, and come back to feed his friend in the cave who had a high fever. His own lips were chapped and chapped, and the blood solidified purple and black at the corners of his mouth, and as he cried, beads of blood gushed out again, unusually thick from the extreme lack of water. But the pain of tearing his skin seemed nothing compared to the intense begging contained in his voice.

While bandaging Uncle Zhao, Biluo only felt that his hands and feet were becoming more and more weak, cold sweat was pouring out layer by layer, and the sweat on his forehead was dripping, blurring his eyes.

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