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Afterwards, killing the monk still felt that it was much better to be buried in the soil than to become a Buddha, after all, becoming a Buddha was a matter of losing his life; Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

And what about Lao Jiu? He held a palm of white snow in his hand, and when the snow melted into water, he poured it drop by drop on the bare head of the killing monk, looking at that expression, as if he was watering flowers at the moment.

"Amitabha Buddha is good, do you really water the Buddha and me like flowers?" killed the monk's angry face.

Lao Jiu's face turned sickly pale, and he continued to pour water on the head of the killing monk: "That little brother Wangcai said, if you water it, it may grow faster, if you water it well, you may be able to grow a lot of monks without waiting for autumn." ”

The killing monk gritted his teeth and said, "Buddha, I must have treated you badly before, didn't I?"

"How do you know? Actually, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat you, the old man would have tried to kill you dead bald donkey several times...... I'm sorry, but the old man's mouth is telling the truth again. Lao Jiu said indifferently.

The killing monk who was buried in the soil and only had one head left took a heavy breath, he hated himself very much, why didn't he see the abomination of this old man in the first place, if he saw it clearly, he would have slapped him to death, and the province is so troubled now. Killing the monk said: "You are clearly a stabbing naked revenge, if the Buddha doesn't know anymore, his head will be kicked by a donkey." ”

Then the killing monk stared at him again, his face was full of incredulity, and he said: "What did you say, Lao Jiu? Little brother? Oh! You are really shameless to be an old man! You are thousands of years old, and you still call a doll a few years old to be a little brother? You are not too ashamed to panic, Buddha and I feel ashamed for you." At the end, there was a long sigh from the monk's mouth, and the sigh seemed to tell that someone was hopeless.

Lao Jiu's face was black, and it could be seen that he was now holding back the anger in his heart, Lao Jiu opened the topic and said: "Actually, the old man just wants to know why you didn't choose to become a Buddha, after all, becoming a Buddha is something that countless monks dream of, a lifelong goal! Alas, you ...... Why did you give up?" Lao Jiu hated iron and steel, and in the end, Lao Jiu's whole body shook, and he directly stepped on the monk's smooth head with his foot, and shouted while stepping on it: "Call your mother not to become a Buddha! Call your mother not to become a Buddha! Call your mother not to become a Buddha! Call your mother not to become a Buddha......" This repeated dozens of times, Lao Jiu finally put his feet back, and said with a refreshed face: "Oh! I don't know why the old man is in a much better mood after stepping on you a few times!"

On the contrary, the killing monk looked dirty, he blinked his pitiful little eyes and looked at Lao Jiu, and said: "If you step on the Buddha's matter, the Buddha will forget it, but why do you want the Buddha and me to become a Buddha?"

"Isn't a monk born with the goal of becoming a Buddha?" asked Lao Jiu angrily,

But you must know that I am not an ordinary monk, I am very busy, Buddha, I am busy drinking, eating meat, and occasionally I have to take time out of my busy schedule to comfort and comfort the women who have lost their footing in the cultivation realm. In short, I am very busy, if you become a Buddha, you should go to someone else, Buddha, I don't have time. ”

"Hiss!" Lao Jiu's eyes widened, at least the size of a little thumb, as if he was frightened by the words of the killed monk Wangcai, and said: "According to what you say, you are indeed not ordinary, after all, there is no monk like you." ”

"Amitabha! Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart!" the killing monk recited a Buddha name in his mouth, if it weren't for the dirt on his face and all the dust, then he could probably still see that piety. This one is a faithful believer of the Buddha! I don't know how the Buddha Lord Xitian has a spirit to know that this believer who is like a butcher and is guilty of wine, meat, and sex? It is estimated that the greatest possibility is to laugh and shout Amitabha, and then directly invite a heavenly thunderbolt to kill such a shameless monk.

Lao Jiu looked puzzled, and he said, "I can't imagine that the monks of your Bodhi Temple are still quite open?

The killing monk smiled embarrassedly: "Ahem......! It's not that he didn't want to say it, but when he remembered what he said to his master, the master, who had always laughed like Maitreya Buddha, smiled and picked up the wooden fish and smashed it on his head without saying a word.

"By the way, you haven't told the Buddha yet, why do you want the Buddha to become a Buddha so much?" asked the killing monk.

Lao Jiu pondered for a while: "You don't remember what you said not long ago? You said that you want to give the old man a free excess, and the gifts are still exchanged, so the old man also wants to give you a little excess, rest assured! ”

This time it was the turn of the monk to ponder, he pondered for a while, and finally said: "Actually, it's really not good to love people like you, it's really bad, why do you say that a person should be so serious? Buddha I'm just talking about fun! Is this necessary?"

"There is a need for this!"

"Why?" asked the killing monk.

Lao Jiu took a breath: "Because the old man is a more real person." ”

Killing the monk: "......"

The monk was angry, it has always been the Buddha who bullied others, when will it be the turn of others to bully the Buddha? What's more, he is still a dead fat man with a rotten gourd on his back. The killing monk looked at Lao Jiu with an angry face, and said: "Lao Jiu, you want to bully the monk too much, you must know that the mud man still has three points of fire! Hehe!" Saying that, the killing monk let out a sneer in his mouth: "Do you really think that this little soil can bury the Buddha? Tell you, the Shi can be killed but not humiliated, if you insult the Buddha like this, be careful that the Buddha breaks the ground and takes your dog's life." ”

The words of killing the monk made Lao Jiu very unhappy, Lao Jiu frowned, and then thought of something, and said indifferently: "Oh? You can try, that little brother just said, if you break the ground, he will let the senior next to him directly send you to the West Heaven to become a Buddha!"

The killing monk gritted his teeth and smiled, and said viciously: "Do you really think that Buddha I will be afraid of that dead old man?"

"Are you really not afraid?" Lao Jiu didn't believe it.

"Don't be afraid!" replied the killing monk categorically.

Lao Jiu clapped his hands, then slowly wiped the water on his robe, and said, "Then the old man will talk to the little brother and the senior." After that, Lao Jiu really turned around and wanted to go over.

"Come back! Come back! Oh! Buddha, I found out that you love people so much? You must know that people who love more seriously are not good! Quickly pour water on Buddha's head, continue to insult me, hurry up! Why are you still stunned? How can I have a friend like you? You must know that Buddha I hate more serious people in my life, eh! That's right! Watering should be done slowly! I treat Buddha and I as a flower, or a tree, yes! Watering is also to be dripping with feelings! Watering well, maybe you don't have to wait until autumn to blossom and bear fruit. Killing the monk ignored the old Jiuniu with black lines on his face and commanded angrily.

Lao Jiu, not far from the two strange flowers that killed the monk were Lu Yihan and the fisherman. Lu Yihan's face was bitter, it was the netcai that he tried the long sword behind his back again, the long sword was still the same, and it still couldn't be unsheathed. Lu Yihan said helplessly: "I think Xiao Han is also a monk in the realm of enlightenment, but he can't pull out this broken sword, I really don't know what kind of weapon it is." ”

The fisherman shook his head: "The old immortal doesn't know the sword, but this scabbard is like a seal. ”

"Seal?" Lu Yihan said puzzled.

How vicious the eyes of the real person are, but the fisherman can only not see clearly this dilapidated ancient sword that seems to have gone through several reincarnations: "This is just a guess of the old immortal, Xiao Han doesn't need to take it to heart." In short, everything is fate, don't be strong. The fisherman was afraid that Lu Yihan would be young and ignorant, so he forcibly tried to pull out the ancient sword, and finally several strands of true qi in his body were out of balance.

The fisherman said again: "Your Aunt Yun said that you are not in good health, and it is best to quit anger and sorrow in everything." ”

Lu Yihan smiled bitterly, about self-mockery, and said: "I don't know who I am, not to mention that my memory is blank, even I can't feel the cold and heat, and in the end, I still have to quit anger and sorrow...... What the hell am I doing wrong? God wants to torture me like this?"

The fisherman fell silent, he just didn't know how to comfort him, and after a long time, he seemed to have forgotten the words of the net, and then he said, "Don't think too much!"

"I want to find my own memories, no matter how unbearable I am, and in the dark I seem to have forgotten something extremely important, and I must remember, otherwise, I am afraid that I will regret it for the rest of my life. Lu Yihan's eyes were full of confusion.

Wangcheng, Longquan.

There is a lonely pavilion in the center of Longquan, just like the owner of the pavilion, and the reflection is even more lonely in the lake. The owner of the pavilion is dressed in tulle, the breeze is blowing slowly, and the clothes are closer to the body and more graceful.

She has been lonely for about 10,000 years, and even her autumn-like eyes are a little lonely.

"You're not gone yet?" asked the woman.

The man in white on the shore of Longquan put a pair of unshoed feet into the lake, which is a habit and a liking, as he was thousands of years ago, and he is still like this thousands of years later.

The man smiled: "I want to hear you play the piano, my body is already stinking, I don't know when I will die, but before I die, I still want to see you, at least I am still satisfied to die here." ”

Death seemed to be nothing to the man in front of him, as simple as eating and drinking.

The man added, "Actually, I still don't want to die, after all, I haven't seen you enough." ”

After a long time, the woman asked, "I've been watching it for thousands of years, haven't you seen enough?"

The man shook his head and smiled, "I can't see enough......"

The woman's Qianqianyu hand that was not touched by spring mud was gently placed on the strings, and then there was a heavy sigh: "You are not his ...... after all"

The man's face was a little more pitiful, and he said, "If I practiced swords for you like him back then, what would you say now?"

"I said you're not him after all!" the woman's voice was tinged with anger.

The man said, "He practiced swords for you, but after he practiced swords, he fell in love with other women." When he got married, all your three thousand green silks were white, do you know how much heartache I feel in my eyes?"

The woman did not answer, but when she did not answer, the man said, "Besides, he is dead, thousands of years ago, and his wife is dead, and his children are dead, and so is himself." ”

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

For some reason, the sky above Longquan was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and there was a thunder snake dancing. At this moment, the surroundings of Longquan seemed to be like the end of the world.

The woman spoke, but this time her voice was extremely cold, and as the woman spoke, the dragon spring turned into a glacier, and even the man's feet in the lake froze. The woman said, "I said he wasn't dead!"

The man didn't care, he said, "That's what you've said for thousands of years, I've come every year, and you've said it every year." Year after year, day after day, you waited for him for thousands of years and he hasn't come back. ”

"I can wait a little longer, a thousand years, five thousand years, even ten thousand years. The woman's autumn-like eyes were full of infatuation.

The man's heart was sour, his eyes were red, and a hot teardrop fell, and he said, "Then I'll wait with you! ”

She asked, "Didn't you say you were going to die?"

The man shook his head and replied, "If you don't die, even if you die, I will wait with you with my eyes open." ”

(I'm in my hometown these days, and I don't have the Internet, so please forgive me for breaking off.) The 3500-word chapter is sent, and the last palm is a free chapter. ）

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