Old Zi's body fork began to tremble, and the sound cannon trembled violently, but the bad party Xie, and, responded: "You are not a Buddha, you shouldn't sit here, please go down"

The demon heart is difficult to distinguish, the little living Buddha usually giggles, but no one knows if he will turn his face ruthlessly in the next moment, as long as the little living Buddha is willing, he can hit a domineering blow with the power of the three barbarians at any time, and even Liang Xin can only escape

Liang Xin was afraid that the little demon Buddha would not ask, and he directly stretched out his hand to erase the ghost monk, and slightly stepped on half a step to block Han Chan behind him

Qu Qingshi also frowned, and said to Bu Huofo: "You don't hurt him" I don't know if he was referring to Han Chan or Liang Xin

The Living Buddha ignored the Liang Xin brothers, but he didn't mean to do anything, but just hung up his eyes and was full of demonic posture, slanting at Han Chan

Han Chan didn't dare to look at the little living Buddha, hid behind Liang Xin and looked down at the ground, occasionally rolled his eyes and quickly glanced at the little living Buddha, and immediately lowered his head.

The living Buddha put on a full posture, only then did he bow slightly, reached out and patted his buttocks, and made a muffled sound: "What do you mean, this position is where the Buddha sits, so I can't sit?"

The little living Buddha laughed, and without waiting for Han Chan to nod and continued: "When I came, there was no Buddha here, only a straw bale mud tire with mottled patent leather, the Buddha is not there, so what does it matter if I come to sit?"

Han Chan doesn't know how to be sharp, he only knows the truth, and he is incoherent: "Of course the Buddha is not here, this is a statue of the Buddha, of course it is a mud fetus, the Buddha is not a mud tire, but the Buddha is like a mud fetus, I worship the Buddha statue is to worship the Buddha..."

Before he finished speaking, the little living Buddha rolled his eyes and asked angrily, "Have you ever seen the Buddha?"

The ghost monk was honest and hurriedly shook his head

The living Buddha is full of spirit: "You haven't seen the Buddha, how do you know that this straw bale mud tire is the Buddha statue? Maybe this Buddha statue is made by the mud master according to the appearance of his grandmother?"

Han Chan was dumbfounded, a little unsure of what to say, and stood in place with his mouth open

Ma San girl laughed: "The little demon Buddha is making nonsense and stalking ghosts, and the monk is speechless"

Han Chan was stunned for a while, still very unwilling, while pondering, he opened his mouth to retort: "It doesn't matter if it looks like a Buddha, I worship the Buddha statue because it symbolizes the Buddha's reality, the Buddha is invisible, mortals are invisible, and the naked eye is invisible, this Buddha statue is just a symbol for me, "Good guy, the reality has no appearance, you can be regarded as saying something that a monk should say, the little living Buddha is full of interest: "The Buddha statue has nothing to do with the Buddha, just a symbol? Pots and pans, pans, beams, sharpening knives, flowers, birds, fish, insects, and bluestones, everything can be a symbol of the Buddha, why don't you worship them and worship this straw bale mud tire?"

Qu Qingshi scolded with a smile: Little Buddha demon, there is nothing to do with us here, less involved us"

The third girl Ma folded her hands and raised her head and prayed loudly: "Buddha Mingjian, blaspheming your old is a little living Buddha, not a knife sharpening, you must not punish the wrong person!"

In terms of speculation, Han Zen and Feng Xi are only higher than the six hundred line, how can it be said, "Sitting in the temple, the little living Buddha of a thousand years now really doesn't know what to say, the ghost monk obviously feels that something is wrong, but he can't find his own reason."

But the living Buddha still did not give up: "Besides, you worship the Buddha every day, and in the end the Buddha doesn't care about you; In this way, you are better than the Buddha, and you don't have to worship the Buddha in the future, and you will be able to worship yourself!"

Miss Ma San smiled so hard that her stomach hurt, looked at the little living Buddha and asked, "What do you mean, do you want him to get a mirror, and then kowtow to himself in the mirror?"

The ghost monk finally grabbed another word, and reluctantly defended: "What the disciples of the Buddhist family ask for is a "pure word", and I worship the Buddha to ask for "pure is not to respect the Buddha, not to seek the Buddha, and I will not blame the Buddha for ignoring me"

The Living Buddha smiled even more happily: "If you worship the Buddha to seek purity, you will not be pure, and if you worship me, you will not be pure?" That means that your "purity" is false, and you are fooling yourself! If you are truly "pure," why should you care about what you worship? You only seek to be "pure" for yourself, and you don't care whether the mud tire in front of you is a Buddha, a demon, or a beam sharpening knife?"

The ghost monk was really stunned, stopped shaking, and began to shake: "You mean, I don't care what I worship, I know that you are a monster, and I still worship you as a Buddha?

"Originally, you weren't very smart" It seems that after sitting for too long, the little living Buddha leaned forward and clenched his fists to hammer his waist: "Others worship the Buddha and ask for wealth and children, and seek longevity, and after they have finished this life and the next life, do you think they are wrong?"

The ghost monk nodded: "They are wrong Buddha Pudu sentient beings, they want everyone to let go,"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, the little living Buddha shook his head impatiently: "They are looking for the Buddha to ask for gold and a son, so what about you? You worship the Buddha and ask the Buddha to give you purity, is it right? Your purity, the son of the golden beam sharpening the knife of Qu Qingshi, do you think there will be any difference in the eyes of the Buddha?"

The corners of the living Buddha's mouth are full of ridicule: "You have created a good Ai, maybe the Buddha really heard your prayers, so he gave you a purity, Zonglian Temple was occupied by ghosts, the ashes of the old monk were smashed, and your body was ruined, these are the purities you ask the Buddha for, but in the end, the Buddha gave you purity, and you yourself are not pure, and you have become the ghost who is not a ghost, and the Buddha is not a Buddha and even reincarnation."

The ghost monk frowned, but his body shook even more, his face was sometimes painful, sometimes happy, and a little remorse and embarrassment, all kinds of expressions were tangled together, coupled with his indescribable weirdness and ugliness of the ghost look

The living Buddha took a deep breath and in the blink of an eye, the demonic aura was swept away, replaced by a solemn treasure, and turned into a Buddha Nirvana, the voice was still loud, but the tone was full"

Second from the left "There is no Buddha in the temple, only the Buddha statue, you kowtow to the Buddha statue, the Buddha six flowers speak to the Buddha statue, the Buddha can't hear; you burn incense in front of the Buddha statue, the Buddha is not a little ghost and does not eat incense and candles, then I ask you why do you still have a Buddha statue in the temple in this case?"

Han Chan's face was in a trance, and he couldn't tell whether he was wondering or simply repeating the words of the little living Buddha, so he said in a daze: Why does Ai still put a Buddha statue in the temple?

The living Buddha suddenly lowered his voice, and if he didn't care, he could barely hear what he was saying: The Buddha statue in the temple is not a symbol, not an idol, nor is it the incarnation of the Buddha who beats the world, this straw bag mud tire, in fact, it is no different from the smile on the face of Mr. Teach

"What to encourage, and what to remind?

It wasn't Han Chan who asked, Han Chan was now confused and confused, and he couldn't speak at all, and it was Ma San who asked the question

The living Buddha suddenly lost that solemn appearance, clenched his fists, raised his arms and stretched a big lazy waist, and at the same time smiled and said: Encourage you to "learn" and remind you to "learn" because in the world, there should be no such thing as worshipping Buddha and seeking Buddha, only, "Learn! Buddha" yawned, stretched his waist, and the little living Buddha comfortably finished speaking, and suddenly stood up with his waist straight from the Buddha's gold, and then leaned forward, looking as if he was about to slap himself directly on the ground, but his feet were still firmly stepping on the lotus seat!

Looking at a clay Buddha from afar, its face was hideous and leaning obliquely, and its stance was strange but majestic! The little living Buddha stretched out his hand, poked Han Chan's forehead fiercely, and suddenly shouted: "Duh"

Breaking the drink like a thunder and trembling, the mud spilled from the roof, Han Chan had been shaking for a long time, and finally couldn't stand anymore at this moment, and sat on the ground with a butt on his face, with a painful look on his face, his two thin fists clenched tightly, and his body was like a dying loach, squirming and twisting

The living Buddha still leaned forward incredibly with his hands on his back, his eyes were blazing, he stared at Han Chan and opened his mouth, took a long breath, and exhaled again after a while: "Duh!"

The ghost monk's face was even more painful, the green tendons on his forehead flared up, and his two hands trembled and wanted to cover his ears, but he tried his whole body with little strength to stop earning."

Duh!" The little living Buddha drank the ghost for the third time, and the monk opened his mouth, as if he wanted to stop drinking with him, but only a hissing inhalation sound came from the little ghost's throat

Duh, duh, "slightly!"

The Living Buddha had already shouted six times in a row, louder than the other, Lang Nuo and Black and White Impermanence were shocked to the point that their blood was surging, and Qu Qingshi raised his hand and sprinkled a cyan divine light, protecting them while also sending them outside the temple

The seventh time the little living Buddha opened his mouth and inhaled a long breath, and the ghost monk's face had already twitched into a ball, and his facial features were hideously displaced, how could he still see a trace of Nirvana in his life! But he was also desperately opening his mouth and inhaling hard, wanting to follow the little living Buddha and roar together

Until half an hour later", the seventh sound of the head of the stick, sonorous up, duh!

Not only was the little living Buddha roaring, but the ghost monk finally roared along with him, "The last drink of the Huanghuang Haohao small temple creaked and made a muffled sound, and the dust flew around and shook for a few moments before it hung and collapsed."

Fortunately, the craftsmen of the Great Hong Dynasty may have cut corners on other projects, but because of the relationship between the former national teachers, they did their best when building the temple

The roaring little living Buddha didn't know when he had sat back in the gold

Han Chan stood up and regained his previous Nirvana, but his expression changed, his eyes were full and clear, and even the cowardice on his face became modest, not his expression but his temperament

The living Buddha is still full of impropriety: "Understood?

Han Chan grinned, revealing a group of fairly white, but uneven teeth: "Understood"

The Living Buddha raised his eyebrows: "Understand?"

Liang Xin hurriedly agreed: "Yes, what do you understand?"

If you ask the Buddha to be pure, you will definitely not be pure, and only by studying the Buddha can you be pure!" Han Chan replied in a soft voice, and he no longer stammered

Liang Xin's brain was confused, and he wanted to ask but didn't know what to ask, Qu Qingshi was different, he inherited the spell of receiving the building, and also inherited a lot of principles for cultivating the sky, although the way of Buddhism is different, but the things of cultivating the sky are all the way, and the interface asked at the moment: "Learning Buddhism is pure, I'm afraid it's not easy, right?

Han Chan replied with a smile: "To learn Buddhism and purity, of course, it is not easy, to practice, to let go" However, this process may be difficult for others, but it is very easy for me, because "I have nothing, even the color body is gone, I am already pure, all that is missing is "enlightenment!"

Qu Qingshi didn't seem to understand, and he didn't dare to speak

Han Chan let out a giggle and laughed, although it was ugly, but it was joyful

The Living Buddha allowed him to laugh for a while before continuing to ask, "Then are you enlightened now?"

Han Chan stretched out his hand and scratched his cheeks, pondering for a moment, "It's still a little worse."

The living Buddha laughed, and suddenly drank inexplicably: "Monk, raise your eyebrows!"

Han Chan said as he said, and raised his eyebrows a little funny

The Living Buddha snorted heavily, and repeated, "Monk, raise your eyebrows!"

Han Chan was slightly stunned and groaned for a moment, and then raised his eyebrows again, but this time it was not two eyebrows, but one eyebrow, which seemed even more ridiculous

The Living Buddha didn't buy it at all, and yelled for the third time: "Monk, raise your eyebrows!"

Han Chan's face, the expression of thought was even thicker, his eyebrows were frowned, he lowered his head and was silent, and he sat for a cup of tea, and suddenly laughed, and when he looked up again, his expression had turned into a clear, and he reached out and scratched his buttocks, and there was a click

The living Buddha happily said to something, "What a mouthful, let me yell again!" "Monk, blink an eye!"

Han Chan's eyes were round, and he reached out and snapped on his bald head, making a crisp sound

The living Buddha was even more happy: "Monk, forked hands!"

At this moment, Han Chan's face was full of happiness, and after hearing this, he raised his leg and kicked a stone next to his foot away

"He Ran, step on!"

Han Chan spat on the ground

"Monk, fist!"

Han Chan raised an index finger and picked his nostrils beautifully."

A little Buddha demon, a show, a ghost monk, the former sits in the mouth of the Buddha Jin shouting and keeps giving instructions; the latter gestures, constantly changing the movements of what the monk can do, and the Buddha demon's password has nothing to do with the slightest star

In front of them, these two guys simply became crazy people, one said and one did, all out of tune, but laughed more than one another, happy

What is especially strange is that with the command of the little living Buddha, Han Chan's chaotic and chaotic comparisons can be dissipated every time he compares the evil qi on his body, and some blind comparisons are kept repeatedly, and the gray-black evil qi dissipates faster and faster

Later, the evil qi was almost dissipated, but Han Chan's figure was scattered, but it was clearer and more real, and it looked almost different from a living person, but under careful scrutiny, Han Chan's eyebrows still condensed a trace of gloom and gloom, Liang Xin looked funny and surprised, and even held back his stomach

The Living Buddha gave the order for a long time, and finally came to his senses, and scolded with a smile: "Why don't the dumb monk listen to the order and make a fool of yourself to compare with you? Don't you know how ugly you are?"

Han Chan smiled happier than the little living Buddha: "How do you know that I scratch my ass, it's not me raising my eyebrows?

Liang Xin was about to be driven crazy by the two of them, and looked at Qu Qingshi as if asking for help

Qu Qingshi's tone was vague, obviously he was not sure, half of it was enlightenment, half of it was guessing, and Liang Xin explained: "Buddhism pays attention to the fact that Buddha is born from the heart, and from the heart In short, everything is born from the heart, and they are the world, and what they pursue is the subjective world" He lowered his voice very low, for fear of being shown twice, and the monster who studied Buddhism turned around and laughed at himself when he heard it

Fortunately, the little living Buddha's mind was all on Han Chan, ignoring Qu Qingshi, but looking at Han Chan's old words and repeating: "Then are you enlightened now?"

Han Chan stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and replied with a smile: "It's just a little bit."

The living Buddha straightened his chest and sat up straight, and he couldn't tell how many times he was, and he changed back from the Buddha demon to the solemn Buddha statue, and said lightly: "Monk, stretch the Buddha!"

Han Chan couldn't tell if it was the first time he heard the words and was stunned, and after being in a daze for a long time, he clumsily climbed onto the Buddha box, and raised his hand to the face of the Buddha statue with some hesitation, but the raised hand finally froze in the air

The Buddha statue is silent, his eyes are slightly drooping, and his great compassion and great wisdom are just a smiling expression

Han Chan's forehead was drenched with sweat, and in the crooked small temple, the dust was confused with the wind, but time seemed to condense...

After a long time, Han Chan suddenly waved his hand, and then there was a crisp sound!

The ghost monk's slap was actually slapped on his face and it was quite heavy, and five red fingerprints appeared on his emaciated cheeks after one palm

The Buddha statue looked happy but still asked: "I asked you to beat the Buddha, why did you beat yourself?"

Han Chan glared at his eyes, and he was impoverished: "There is a Buddha in my world, because I want to learn Buddhism; there is no Buddha in my world, because I don't study Buddhism, so I have the final say on whether there is a Buddha in my world, so Han Chan gritted his teeth and paused: "I am the Buddha of my Buddha!

The demon monk also put on a fierce look, bent his finger and pointed at the tip of his nose: "What do you mean, I'm not a Buddha? So many people worship me, of course I'm a Buddha!"

"One person, one world, I don't care if you are a Buddha or not? Do you love it? I only know that you are not the Buddha in my world, and that's enough!"

The Living Buddha frowned: "What a subjective world! You are a Buddha yourself, and you can't save others, but what do you say that the Buddha wants to benefit all sentient beings?"

"My Buddha, my Buddha, your Buddha, your little Pudu sentient beings, is to help sentient beings to know their own world, to know their own Buddha! Not a big Buddha to save thousands of living beings, the Buddha cannot save sentient beings, only sentient beings save sentient beings! The Buddha cannot save the world, but only the people of the world can save themselves!" Han Chan's voice became louder and louder, and his words were even more difficult to understand, but in the end, he laughed again: "But who knows if my Buddha and your Buddha are the same Buddha? Forget it, forget it, ignore him, ignore you!"

At the end, Han Chan straightened his chest and folded his belly on the Buddha box, staring at the little living Buddha with big eyes, and looked at each other without concessions

The living Buddha turned the topic back again: "The monk asked you to beat the Buddha, but you beat yourself, then I let you beat yourself, who are you going to beat?"

This time, Han Chan did not hesitate at all, raised his hand and gave himself another mouth: "I am here, the Buddha is there, the Buddha is not there, I am still there, I am really here! Hitting myself is much easier than beating the Buddha!"

With two slaps on the front and back, the only remaining bit of gloom between Han Chan's eyebrows was also wiped out!

The Living Buddha let out a series of earth-shattering laughter, jumped up and patted his buttocks, and then folded his hands and bowed to Han Chan: "Congratulations to the monk for achieving positive results."

Almost at the same time, the sky suddenly brightened, the clouds were flowing in a cloud, the colorful auspicious clouds danced without wind, and a string of light bells and drums sang mixed with the long roar of the golden dragon, faintly coming from the end of the sky...

Xiangyun Xianle and the soft singing in the sky!"