The red boy is a good wealth boy, is an important tool of Guanyin to rob the God of Wealth faith, there is a seat next to the statue of Guanyin, his lack is more than the lack of a Putuo Mountain God, I don't know how much.

Guanyin looked at the willow branches and leaves, and his expression gradually calmed down. Although the opportunity was ruined, it annoyed her a lot, but it was still like the previous time, nothing was counted, and it was useless to be annoyed, and it was just a matter of confusing the Dao heart.

"Lao Jun took action to maintain the monkey head of the Chaotic Heaven Palace, and also refined the mixed yuan golden body for him. Although Rulai went to lower the monkey's head, he only suppressed it and did not kill it, so it must be reserved for later use......"

Guanyin looked contemplative, looked westward, broke through the void of n thousand miles, and saw the old stone monkey at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain, which could only show a head.

"Interesting, the demon saint can stir up the heavenly palace into a chicken, flying dogs, this monkey, I'm afraid it's extraordinary. This time in Obon, I want to stop by to see this monkey up close. ”

Guanyin thought in his heart, smoothed the wound on the willow branch, got up directly, called the dragon girl, sat on the platform, and went to the west, going to the Bon Festival where invitations were distributed all over the sky after the demon was subdued.

Guanyin's speed was not fast, half clouds and half fog crossed the South China Sea, went to the south of Ganbu Zhou, went to Lishan, and prepared to invite Lishan's mother to go to the Bon Festival together.

Li Shan's old mother is not famous, but it is a real power, the four great scholars of Buddhism meet, are called juniors, she wants to try to learn the Zen heart of the scriptures, Wenzhu, Fuxian two monks immediately happily put on women's clothes and talk to Bajie......

Guanyin came to invite Lishan's mother to go to the Bon Festival together, but it was this Bon Festival, the power of the Three Realms gathered, and she wanted to borrow the tiger skin of Lishan's mother to deter the people who secretly ruined her fate twice, so that it could be stopped.

Needless to say, Li Shan's mother is also going to the Bon Festival, and since Guanyin is invited, she will call a disciple to go to the Buddhist festival together.

But it was said that the disciple called by Lishan's mother was Bai Suzhen, and after Guanyin praised the good talent and beautiful jade, she secretly paid attention.

The disciples who can be taken to the grand event, in addition to the one who wants to inherit the mantle, are extremely favored, no matter what, Guanyin is ready to form a good relationship with it.

The old mother of Li Shan took Bai Suzhen, Guanyin took the dragon girl, and the group was also flying half-clouded and half-foggy, and they were not in a hurry - they were going to participate in the grand event, don't make it look like fleeing.

The line was half cloudy and half foggy, chatting while walking, and half a day later when they came to the top of the Five Elements Mountain, the old mother of Li Shan suddenly stopped.

"This is the place where Rulai suppressed the monkey that scurried into the sky?" Li Shan's old mother looked at Wuzhi Mountain with dizzy eyes, and after saying a word, she looked at the monkey head at the bottom of the mountain, and said with an unchanged expression: "Ke Ling!"

"Old mother thinks that the punishment is too heavy?" asked Guanyin.

"I'm not pitiful to others, I'm pitiful for his future fate!" Li Shan's mother sighed and drove away.

The power will not be untargeted, and the seemingly unintentional words may be hidden in the sky, and they cannot be taken lightly.

"The old mother should want to remind herself, the fate of the future, will I have an intersection with this monkey?" Guanyin was suspicious, but this was not the time to delve in, so he immediately drove the cloud to catch up with the old mother.

After passing the Flame Mountain, the old mother looked down, and the clouds flew forward unabated.

"What a white dragon, good qualifications, and luck, well, you will have a relationship with me in the future, very good!" The old mother looked down, Guanyin immediately paid attention, and also looked down, and after seeing the little white dragon, he immediately laughed and followed the old mother.

After the Eagle Sorrow Stream, it is the eight hundred miles of Black Wind Mountain, after the old mother arrived here, she immediately stopped, a pair of cloudy old eyes instantly became clear, and her eyes looked down.

"What a cave!" Li Shan's old mother praised, and after looking at Bai Fu casually, she drove away in the clouds.

Guanyin also looked down, saw the purple qi, thought that the old mother just praised the cave house for being extraordinary, and saw that there were relics in the cave mansion shining, so she didn't think much about it, and immediately followed.

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When Old Mother Li Shan looked over, Bai Fu, who was cultivating under the purple tree, looked at the sky, but he didn't see anything.

"Someone must have glanced at me just now!" Bai Fumo rubbed his chin and groaned.

"Tomorrow is the Bon Festival of Buddhism, I heard that this scale is unprecedented, if you come to hold it in person, you will distribute invitations all over the sky!"

Bai Fu put down his hand, and his heart should have a powerful passing, and he glanced down.

"Recently, Xiniu Hezhou has gathered great powers, so it is advisable to keep a low profile!" Bai Fu thought in his heart, so he replaced Keqing.

"Take my token to Marshal Pipa, and tell her to close the city gate, and there is no need to train soldiers these days!"

After Keqing took the order, Bai Fu flicked his sleeves, and the purple tree, which was already more than 100 meters high, immediately shrank inch by inch, and finally shrank to a foot high, and no longer released purple qi, and converged its brilliance, as if it had become an ordinary ornamental tree in the garden.

"Close!" Bai Fu stretched his sleeves, and the purple qi in the air was surging towards his sleeve, and he was put into the wind and thunder fan.

"That's the only way, as for whether the great power will be attentive, the devil knows!" Bai Fu thought in his heart, and he didn't have the heart to cultivate, so he got up and went to Princess Iron Fan, preparing to go to practice reciting the Taoist scriptures and Buddhist scriptures.

Bai Fufu decided to introduce prenatal education to the world of mythology, but he was ready to start education from the mother's womb.

"Ding Ding ......" a melodious sound of the piano floated out of the hall, and after Bai Fu entered, he saw the princess of the iron fan lying lazily on a soft couch, and a pianist was playing the soothing sound of the piano.

Looking at the boring appearance of Princess Iron Fan, you can know that she is not interested in listening to the piano - this is of course from Bai Fu's handwriting.

Thinking of this fetus, the mother is a Rakshasa woman, and he is angry, so he is as violent as a red child, but Bai Fu decided to use music to cultivate his sentiments.

Although the more violent it is, the more powerful the fire method is, if you want to go further in the immortal path, it is better to be gentle.

The sun is also a big fireball, and it is also very violent, but it is good to keep a distance and control it so that it does not explode, but it gives people light and warmth!

Music cultivates sentiment, only a small part, the most important thing is that Bai Fu strictly forbids iron fans to play mahjong, and he can't watch it, he doesn't want his children to be addicted to gambling before they are born.

After the pianist finished the song, Bai Fu waved his hand to let him retreat, and after the pianist retreated, Bai Fu stepped forward and stroked it with his hand on the flat lower abdomen of the iron fan.

Bai Fu is not a simple caress, there is a trace of purple gas infused into his fingertips, warming the placenta that is still a small ball of flesh and blood, laying a solid foundation for his son.

If it weren't for the fear that his son would not be able to make up for his weakness, he would have wanted to use the nine-thousand-year-old peach and the nine-turn golden pill, but now, he could only use the mild purple qi to moisturize it, and wait for his roots to be strong.

Slowly introducing three hair-thin purple qi into the placenta, Bai Fucai withdrew his hand and wiped his sweat, and after drinking saliva, he sat down and recited the Taoist Buddhist scriptures in a mysterious Taoist voice.