The night remnant star hooked his toes, and a scattered volume of Buddhist scriptures was picked into the sea of fire. Riding the wind and setting fire, the night is not young, and the flame light soars on the top of the green mountain source, and the fire is extremely fierce. The fire snake licked wildly, and the face of the star master became more and more hideous.

The ashes fluttered like a dark butterfly. As soon as the gentleman waved his sleeves, the ashes seemed to have a place to go, formed a ball, and flew out along the road of conscience.

"Don't defile the place of Qingshanyuan. The breeze and the bright moon, remember to bury it. Wen Ren said calmly.

In fact, really speaking, the dispute between the Buddhist gate and the Taoist gate in the Izumo Continent is far less resentful than the resentment shown by the night remnant stars and the gentlemen who heard the people, and they are basically peaceful. Several large-scale demon chaos, Buddhism, Taoism and the two doors joined forces to suppress it, and the Buddhism was led by the Great Bright Temple of Zhemei Mountain, and the anti-demon tribe in the southwest region advanced eastward, nearly 20,000 years, and made great achievements. It's just that the two people who hate Buddhism got together by chance, and the little thing of burning a pile of Buddhist scriptures, you welcome me.

The night remnant star heard the string song and knew the elegant meaning, and began to treat the gentleman as a bosom friend in his heart, and said: "The best, don't defile the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in the Izumo Realm." Haha, when I heard my brother's words, I said it wonderfully!"

Before the gentleman could respond, Xing Ye said to himself: "When Xing Ye robs his wife, he will rob one for Brother Wenren!"

The neck of the Wuli Guan Guan shrank and his eyebrows, nose, and mouth squeezed around, and he couldn't figure out whether he was worried or happy.

Mo asked for affection and beckoned, and the arrogance of the star lord suddenly subsided.

"Come here!"

Seeing that Mo Wenqing smiled brightly, the demon who was not afraid of the star was demonic and angry, and the night remnant star was relieved.

"Master Xing, how many temples have you robbed?" Mo asked in a low voice.

This remark scratched the itch of the night remnant star again.

"Family. I went, and shouted 'Xing Ye robbed'......" I guessed that I thought of robbing a group of monks, and I lost the face of the young master, or the sentence "robbing wealth is not robbing", I shouted in the temple, and I lost my face, and Xing Ye said in a voice in his throat: "...... Those bald donkeys draw their sticks and brush them together, how can I deal with them...... It's just to tease them. Then I hid it directly in the scripture pavilion, and I took it all in one go, and I didn't want these things to dirty my storage bag, and beat the mattresses of the bald donkeys into a burden...... Hey, that smell, it's weird......"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Mo said sharply.

The gentleman finally understood that the "calamity" of the remnant star that night, "I am not a sword cultivator, but a catastrophe of cultivation", is not a crooked sword. The admiration in the eyes is like the glow of the bright moon.

The Myoho-renge-kyo is halfway turned and no longer turned. The mind of the light night is full of strange and strange thoughts. Whether it is sad or good, it is the nature of the human race, why bother with the wisdom of the Buddha as expounded in the Buddhist scriptures. Isn't the wisdom of this Buddha derived from the thoughts of the human race?

My heart is sad, my heart is good, so why do I need the enlightenment of the Buddha?

Standing on the ground to become a Buddha, after all, it is vain, why not understand the "standing adult", more open, more independent, and more comfortable?

Feng Qingye closed the Buddhist scriptures and said with a smile: "Fools are just fools who fool themselves." ”

I think of the story of the golden glazed Buddha smiling with flowers, and the same "flowers" as the sword with flowers.

When the cognition of heaven, earth and the world, and the cognition of oneself reaches a certain level, my heart is pure and quiet, and my heart is self, why should I be moved by a smile because of the Buddha's flower-like appearance?

You sit there, I sit there, you make flowers, I make flowers, you smile, I laugh wildly. Haha, interesting and interesting! The wind is light and looks up at the countless stars in the sky, visualizes a golden glazed Buddha, and shouts in the sea of knowledge:――

What are you smiling at?

I feel it, so I smile.

The virtual golden glazed Buddha said quietly and peacefully-

Don't you know that this kind of laughter with a flower is not a little manly?

Color is empty, empty is color. Although the benefactor's words are vulgar, they are reasonable.

I don't know, it's very awkward, it's just a fool of the world.

Donor, please say, I don't smile, what kind of smile?

The Golden Light Glazed Buddha Wen Yan asked-

Wouldn't it be easy?

The wind is light and the night is light and then visualizes a piece of steaming, and in front of the golden glass Buddha, he says: "Hold this piece of, smile the same, I will be convinced!"

The golden glazed Buddha threw the flowers in his hand into the starry sky, and took over the misty things sent by the wind and the light night. The people in Buddhism are the most unfilthy, how can the golden glazed Buddha smile? It is just like the expression of the master of Wuli Guan when he first heard "rob him of a wife".

The young man who thinks about the fluttering imagination, between his chest, a breath of qi comes to him, and the "Zen that is the sword intent of the heart" of Buddhism is full of knowledge of the sea, and the big profit is like a rush, and its use is endless, and he only feels that it is easy to cultivate this sword qi.

I couldn't help laughing: "Haha, happy! painful! fast!"

Han'er is on the side, and he also groans. It's a pity that its timbre and tender taste are very heavy, and it can't be fully expressed. The laughter and groaning of a person and a fox are empty on the road of inquiry, and they will not stop for a long time.

"It's done?" Ning Tingxue, who had been waiting outside Wuli Guan, smiled lightly: "You two look like the young master of the star master." ”

The gentleman led the breeze and the bright moon to Sanlu. The wind swept the strange flowers and plants on the cliff and frost on the night, and was secretly worried, as if the frost house, like a sea of flowers, although the owner would not turn his face, but buried two sentences, how to do it?

The face of the master of Wuli Guan is indifferent, the nostrils are moving, there is a sound, and there are words: "Incense, incense, real incense, incense." ”

"It turns out that the flowers and plants are placed in the house to smell the fragrance. Mo Wenqing poked his head out of the sea of flowers and asked, "Wenren...... Xiangxiang, why did you get here?"

Wenren gentleman said humbly: "Mo - female layman, poor Dao and Ye Gongzi discuss things. ”

"Say it. "Don't ask questions instead of answers.

"Please follow me a few steps. "Hearing the gentleman's words, go to the center, kick a few times in the east and a few times in the west, and also pedal hard in the south and north.

Wuliguan really hides the cat.

Gradually protruding from a stone platform, more than three feet high, five feet long and wide.

The inscription on it is the handwriting of the ancestor of Wuliguan. The wind is light and the night is still shocked, and the first two words are still shocked. I saw two lines like a sword and a god, written:

The frost dew flies coldly, and follows in the void.

A sad and inexplicable, expansive and inexplicable atmosphere, intertwined with the view of Wuli.

At this point, Feng Qingye and others have already understood that this master of Wuli Guan Ancestor is a poor person trapped by love. But this kind of pity is too amazing: the woman she loves has left this world and achieved immortal flow, and he has also stepped through the void and followed him.

So, in the fairy world, can you win the heart?

Four people and one fox, fur Lin Wei: Does it mean that if this woman can't enter the realm of Mahayana immortal streams, the ancestor who has no Li Guan is willing to live in the Yunmeng world, which has not been separated tens of thousands of years ago?

The horror of the silence of the Wuli Meditation.

Even the little creatures singing among the flowers and plants have disappeared. If you don't move, you will be crushed by the power of stillness.