Xiao Gao glanced at the sloppy monk who didn't like to be clean and covered in old mud with a sad look, and protested with tears in his eyes: "My specialty is to make a contract with supernatural creatures, and rely on them to lend me the power to use, not as a clergyman. ”

"Sure enough, I'm still a rookie who has just started. Standing in front of Xiao Gao, the debate monk shook his head, and said: "Gods, angels, goblins, demons, they are willing to lend their power to the Zhong magician to use, because the Zhong magician can achieve what they want. And to my generation, what do these demons want?"

"I don't know...... In general, the original mythological texts are not very concerned with the desires of evil spirits and evil spirits. Either they have lost their nature and are killing people everywhere for fun, or they are so obsessed that their minds are not clear. Well, I want to see it...... What these evil ghosts are thinking about in their hearts is probably revenge, looking for a substitute, and they can't be with Ah Zhu on their left hand and Ah Hua on their right hand for a lifetime, and they want to break their virginity at this time, right?"

"Xiao Gao, you can continue to talk, and I can also sentence you to fail the exam now. ”

"Debater, I was wrong, I was really wrong. ”

A pickled and sloppy ascetic monk and a young man who even showed a smell of green virginity even in meat jokes, facing this long and large army of ghosts, seriously thought about what they were thinking and anxious about what they were anxious about.

In the end, the monk was not ready to waste time, stepped forward, and said seriously: "The beings of the ghost path, the one who yearns for it is just the warmth of the world, the morning sun, and the charcoal fire in the stove. ”

These words are really very Zen, but if he is using the strength of an outlaw to force the pain of evil thoughts, and a certain immortal warlock who is holding a sword to kill hears this conversation, he will definitely not praise the teaching and harmony between the monk and Xiao Gao, and it is even like a good atmosphere of teaching. It is impossible to say that the immortal warlock is about to be ferocious, and he picked up the peach daughter who liberated all the weight, and directly slapped the bald donkey of Rory's rambling argument into a Hebei donkey meat flatbread.

Holding a tin staff in one hand, the debate monk also seemed to sense that there seemed to be a murderous intent spreading in this black cloud, and his face turned into a deep and compassionate expression. The debate monk put the tin staff between his arms, put his hands together, and intersected his ten fingers, the right is the Buddhas of the Haihui, and the left is the six sentient beings, forming a fate and palms.

If Wei Ye looked at his palm-clasping gesture, he would probably be ridiculed again. It is one of the 12 handprints of Buddhism, with the left hand symbolizing the heavens, ghosts, gods, people, animals, hungry ghosts, and hells, and the right hand symbolizing the five holy dharma realms of sound, Yuanjue, Bodhisattva, and Quanshi, so it is also known as the lotus flower gassho, which is an authentic tantric mudra, but it is not related to the Deva five Dharma wind, horses and cows of Devadatta.

Regardless of these details, the handprints of the monks are formed, and the eyes are closed and the meditation is moved. A scripture came from between his lips:

"Taishan hungry ghosts and sentient beings and the like, the world lord has long been spared from prison. All living beings are disturbed, and their suffering is immeasurable, so I should be for heaven and earth, for drought and for drought, for drifting for rafting, for hunger, for hunger, for thirst, for ......"

This is one of the great wishes of the Buddha to prove in countless eons to show compassion and joy. This verse was recited again by the mouth of the debate monk, but there was a faint fragrance rippling in front of the debate monk. Between the dirt on the top of the dry and hard Mangshan Plain, something seemed to be slightly holding on to the hardened mud, and it was trying to arch upward.

Before the monk was on tiptoe, he arched a small mound of earth so quickly.

The top of the mound is covered with cracked lines, and a faint little tender goose yellow bud can be faintly seen emerging from the top of the mound.

This little bud that is obviously eye-catching, but with a fresh and incomparably fresh breath, hundreds of evil ghosts and resentful spirits in the black clouds, looking at that little tender goose yellow, for some reason, but it looks a little sluggish.

The little bud shook the young leaves on the tip slightly, revealing the small half of its body like a wind, as if seeing the resentful spirits and demons surrounding it, and still tried to open the curly and slightly pointed leaves in fear.

It was a lotus leaf like an umbrella.

On the edge of the lotus leaf, a lotus bud has a faint greenness, as if it has not been released, but it looks immature and beautiful.

In Buddhism, the great bodhisattvas hold the green lotus, the Buddha-eyed Dora Mother holds the green lotus, wishing all sentient beings to be free from all suffering, the Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva holding the green lotus, wishing all sentient beings to be reborn in the Pure Land of the Buddhas, and the great trend to the Bodhisattva holding the green lotus, wishing to lead sentient beings into the Western Bliss.

Qinglian bloomed slightly, but there were dozens of evil ghosts in the black clouds who couldn't help but throw themselves at Qinglian.

The green lotus bud only blooms in one line, and there are countless scenes in it.

It is not the luxury and solemnity of the people in the Buddhist sect, the glazed walls are gold tiles, the jade is the leaf silver is the tree, and the seven treasures are made up everywhere into the pure land of the Buddha of the ten directions. Passing by among the green lotuses is the boiling dog meat hot pot on the charcoal stove on a snowy day, the green-skinned watermelon soaked under the well platform in summer, the sweet village mash that is newly ripened in autumn, and the towering snow-white **** of the little daughter-in-law under the shade of peach blossoms in spring.

The debate monk, a guy covered in old mud, is really an out-and-out heretic among the Buddhas and outliers among the monks.

Compared with the boring pure land of only bald donkeys, the ghosts stranded in the mortal world, the most greedy is really the taste of the mortal world.

It was also when this green lotus was slightly blooming, the fat man in the yellow shirt couldn't suppress the copper fish talisman in his palm, and could only pour his own mental power into the copper fish talisman violently.

However, to suppress these ghost armies that were controlled by the copper fish talisman but began to rebel unconsciously, even with the deep strength of the fat man in the yellow shirt, it was difficult to toss Wei Ye's strong enough heart at the same time.

In an instant, the demonic power that strangled Wei Ye's heart loosened a point, and the battle between the Dao Sect True Qi and the invading demonic power in his heart weakened by a point, and Wei Ye's eyes, who had already experienced what kind of suffering an acute heart attack was, suddenly lit up. With both feet suddenly, Wei Ye raised his sword and pounced on the fat man in the yellow shirt, which was a sword slash!

Holding the bronze fish talisman in both hands, the fat man in the yellow shirt had no time to make any effective response to the immortal warlock who broke out. However, just before the moment of splitting the peach gold in Wei Ye's hand, he had already mobilized all his demonic power, and a gray phosgene seeped out of his yellow robe, enveloping his whole body.

The peach daughter slashed down on this heavy phosgene, like slashing on a heavy iron bell, making a bang.

The fat man in the yellow shirt held the bronze fish talisman, looked at the sword blade that was chopped down, and thought proudly: Your sword has the ability to cut evil and punish demons, but I hold my body like a golden stone, and my demon power is like an iron prison, how can your wooden sword cut my true body?