On a road at the foot of the mountain, there was a monk.

There are thousands of monks in the world, this monk is different, he fights the world with his bare hands, and lives vigorously!

The snow is burning! The snow is burning! The eyes are red! The heart is red! The heavens and the earth are burning, all things are red, and a rampant god and Buddha are burned! It is a pity that the people of the world are stupid, they have eyes and do not know gold and jade, and they let the evil people run rampant, and the people who are bullied are always kind people! How can this be reasonable! This is worth it! I'm sorry, the incompetent immortal has had enough, the incompetent immortal doesn't want to keep a low profile anymore and will no longer farm the land to watch the door, the affairs of the world, the incompetent immortal must meddle and take care of it!

No one can calm the anger of the impotent immortals, no one can stop the footsteps of the impotent immortals, the bright road ahead leads to the boundless sea of suffering of the three thousand worlds, and the impotent immortals vow to sink in the middle of it without knowing it and unable to extricate themselves from it! Yes, the road is rugged and muddy, and it is extremely difficult to walk! But this is difficult to stop the incompetent immortals, the impotent immortals stride meteors like walking on the ground, let the snow water and mud pollute the cotton shoes, splash on the cotton clothes, let the cold wind blow on the head of the light, blowing the corners of the clothes whirl! Kill! The first bad guy who wants to go over is Fang Bad Shui'er, this person will be killed! He will die! Clenched his fists, his eyes breathe fire, his face is twisted and deformed, and he is about to eat people through gritted teeth.

It is said that on the afternoon of this day, the incompetent immortal was finally enraged, and he went down the mountain angrily under impulse, wanting to go to the murderer Fang Bad Shui'er to settle accounts and avenge his dear brother Huba Cilen Xian. The so-called wise man must have a mistake in a thousand thoughts, and under impulse, people often lose their minds, and the incompetent immortal has begun to regret it when he goes down the mountain and walks out of more than two miles. But I felt that my hands were empty, and my crotch was cold. The cold wind poured into it was particularly uncomfortable: "Ahh

Yes. At least change your pants and bring some dry food, such as sweet potatoes.

Impotence stopped, his hands spread, and he let out a long breath: "Whew-"

Fist again, clench tightly, and hit the road!

This is called opening the bow without turning back, and those who look forward and backward will not be able to achieve great things. Please don't doubt the confidence, determination, and ability of the incompetent immortals! What sweet potatoes? Who is rare! The incompetent immortals eat sweet potatoes as a last resort, and the incompetent immortals want to eat meat! Eat meat! What clothes? Don't wear them! Anyway, the incompetent immortals are no longer ready to be monks, and this time they are going to say goodbye, and the incompetent immortals will enter the WTO! If they join the WTO, they will fight out a piece of the world empty-handed, and anyone who does not accept it will all die! They will die!

Stepping on the hot wheels, the pride is high, and suddenly he walks two miles, and the incompetent immortal is struggling.

There is always some gap between the ideal and the reality, more or less. It's like the gap between powerlessness and omnipotence, which comes and goes. The situation at this time is. The weather was bitterly cold, and the crotch of his pants froze, freezing the incompetent Daxian. The situation is serious, and the incompetent fairy is also frozen. No matter what, incompetence is a man, even if it is a god, it is a male god, this little cock can be frozen, but it must not be frozen, otherwise. Frowning and looking left and right, unbuttoning his trouser belt with a sad face, the incompetent immortal helplessly saw that the incompetent little fairy had lost his majesty under the extreme cold and turned into a peanut.

Difficult brothers, relatively speechless.

After a while.

"Second Grandma! Second Grandma! Look!" Xiaoxiao's eyes widened, and her face was full of freshness: "That monk, what are you doing?"

The bee woman sighed and did not speak.

The second fox glanced at it and admired it very much: "If you are ambitious, you are not old, you are really a man!"

"Big, big, big!" said that the incompetent immortal lowered his head and was preoccupied with the incompetent immortal, in order to regain his majesty and turn him into a supreme treasure: "Change! change!

"Open!" Don't you know that a little one is conjured, and he smiles and clapps his hands and laughs: "Buy it and leave!"

"Ahh

"Big, big, so big!" The little general pointed his hand and laughed: "What a big ass! Big and white!"

"Shh

This is the first meeting between the incompetent Daxian and the little one, and it ends in the defeat of the incompetent Daxian, and the little one wins.

"Whew!" The incompetent immortal was furious, and he did both evil and evil, and immediately punched the tiger and the tiger: "Little fart, go to death!"

"Plop!", the incompetent immortal fell to the ground, but in anger, he forgot to lift his pants, and accidentally tripped when he tied the horse crosswise: "Ah――――――――――――――――――――――――――"

Another time.

The incompetent Daxian sat in a carriage, roasting a fire, and was content to eat a roast chicken.

The ups and downs of life should not be too fast, this is called no pole Tailai, a temporary setback, thousands of tribulations, it is difficult to be incompetent immortals-

This is providence!

"Does it hurt, does it hurt?" is to go to Shangqing Mountain, take a ride, not to be in vain the knee was broken, and accept a little brother: "It's all to blame Xiaoxiao!

"That's it!"

Xiaoxiao is a good child, and if he makes a mistake, he has to change: "Brother monk, I'm Xiaoxiao, what's your name?"

"Immortal!

This is a strange combination, the blind old man can also drive the car, the little is like a beggar, and his second grandmother is a rich woman: "Immortals, immortals go down to earth! Incompetent immortals, what are you going to do in Shangqing?"

"Revenge!"

"Xiaoxiao, learn a little, you look at the momentum of others, cough cough!

"Humph!"

At the foot of South Mountain.

A red-clothed lama came alone, with short hair and a long thin person, it was Moro.

But I saw a monk, silent as a stone.

"Master Lingshi, can you see the Black Tiger?" Morohesh said with a smile.

Lingshi Heshi replied: "The tiger is on the mountain, and the spirit stone can see it." ”

Moro nodded, that is, left, walking in the direction when he was unable to go: "There is Master Lao Lingshi, and he will take care of Moro on his behalf." ”

"The master stayed. Lingshi's face was overjoyed when he saw this, he would not stand here for no reason: "Dare to ask the master, where are you going?"

"Shangqing Mountain. ”

Therefore, it is said that the incompetent, the great immortal, the great life, the great creation, the wish come true, and the omnipotence. Incompetent to sneak down the mountain, but can't hide from the monks of Nanshan Zen Buddhism, whether it is Dinghai or Lingshi, or empty news. It is the abbot of the empty hearing to come to the spirit stone, among the many children of Nanshan Zen Buddhism, the monk who is the most uneasy is incompetent, because the incompetent is the smallest, does not know the sinister world, and the inability to go down the mountain is more dangerous than the mountain without Zen, God knows what misfortune he will do!

What Dinghai said was: No!

Lingshi is very embarrassed, Wuzen is half crazy and half stupid, Nanshan Zen is in chaos, and Lingshi is really lacking in skills at this time.

Just when Moro came.

Lingshi already knew where the carriage that he couldn't sit in was going.

Incompetent didn't know that Fang Yin was not in Shangqing at this time, but in the capital. (To be continued......)