The previous scene was repeated.

Listening, talking, keeping quiet, concentrating, except that the monkey in the tree became a monk under the tree.

Lingxiu sat upright, the treasure was solemn, and the black tiger on the side could see the colorful Buddha light on his head.

The little one hundred and eight also stopped, and even the incompetent immortals were suppressed.

The beasts bow their heads, the birds listen, there is only one person in heaven and earth, and the power of the Ten Thousand Buddhas is the sect.

"Goo!" Yan Daxia took a sip, frowning and rubbing his stomach, his expression painful and enjoyable.

Who sees through it? What is the true scripture?

Believe me, it's all fake, only the feeling of a burning stomach is real.

The following is explained by the world's first big understanding, Yan Beige Yan Daxia, in order to restore the truth.

On the surface, Lingxiu is lecturing the scriptures, but in fact, Lingxiu is reciting the scriptures, what Lingxiu is saying even Lingxiu himself can't figure out, and the birds and beasts can't understand a word. It's only because the beast king Black Tiger is here, and the demon Yan Daxia is here, that the beasts don't dare to act rashly, this is the truth. The truth is that there is actually no difference between what Lingxiu said and what Xiao One Hundred and Eight said, anyway, everyone can't understand it, so don't think that what you can't understand is profound or sacred, in this world, there are too many liars.

Lingxiu is a liar, a big liar, and what he says is not as reliable as what Awu said.

He said that Wuzen's madness was cured, and he said, Murong Gongzi has come, and he said that this world is going to be chaotic.

The reason why Yan Beige came was also because of Wuzen, Wuzen is a good child.

But Lingxiu said that there was no need to go. Wuzen doesn't know you at all. Even if you see Zen-free. Wuzen will no longer recognize you as a father.

Is this possible, you say?

This is impossible, even if Murong Gongzi has been here, it is impossible, can Yu Murong believe what the demon said?

Swindler!

However, Wu Zen saw it, and he really didn't know Yan Sad's song, and said Amitabha Buddha seriously-

The little monk has no Zen.

Yan Tragic Song, preceding Dinghai to Nanshan. It is for the absence of Zen and the impotence.

The water is very deep, not to mention, there is more attention to here.

In any case, Yan Daxia is the most unhappy one today, because Yan Daxia has always been a prophet, but now he has become a deaf and dumb person.

Because of Awu.

Without Awu, Yan Daxia lost his eyes, ears, and wings.

Only after losing will you know how to cherish it. The role of Awu is irreplaceable, and now Yan Daxia is particularly deeply aware of this.

Lost Awu. Lost Wu Zen again, what else is there in Yan Beige?

There is only one mouth, you can drink, and only two nostrils can breathe, so the current Yan Daxia is a lonely, sad, and depressed Yan Daxia.

Swindler!

Only one point Lingxiu said well, this world is really going to be chaotic, it's okay to be chaotic, anyway, Yan Beige is boring to live, why don't you die together!

Death to all!

Here, it needs to be explained that through a month of getting along, the incompetent Daxian has been contaminated with many bad habits of Yan Daxia, such as love to swear and be arrogant, and Yan Daxia has also been contaminated with many immortal spirits of the incompetent Daxian, such as being irritable and irritable, eating and waiting for death, which is called the red and black who are close to Zhu. It's not easy to learn well, it's very simple to learn badly, in the words of a small one hundred and eight, these two guys are not normal people and the other is not human at all, they both belong to the same category, that is, they should be killed by lightning and killed.

Those who were close to Zhu were stunned.

The one who is close to the ink is stunned.

The Lingxiu monk chattered.

After a while.

Little One Hundred and Eight took a sip and poured the mule, ready to borrow the strength of the wine, make drunken fists, and beat the tiger with a stick.

Unexpectedly, the wine was extraordinarily strong, and it poured the little one hundred and eight in one gulp!

Monk Lingxiu is still chanting the scriptures, and today I don't know what nerves he has made, and people and animals are in an abnormal state.

The incompetent immortal was still in a daze, as if he had just been struck by lightning and suffered a catastrophe.

Yan Daxia finally got impatient!

"Drink!" all the family, without saying a word: "Come on,!"

His father is his father who is Wuzen, and his mother is Lingxiu Monk, and Lingxiu Monk ignores himself: "......"

"Bajie, you drink!" The drunkard was stained with the breath of the gods, and at this time, there was a spirit ape offering wine: "Come on, walk!"

"Hey!" the impotent immortal sighed and glanced down condescendingly.

His eyes were full of sympathy, pity, anger and sorrow for his misfortune, and serious contempt: "Phew!"

"What a big one, black tiger!" The drunkard was already drunk, and he hugged him: "Brother Tiger, Brother Tiger, accompany my brother to drink, come over and I won't beat you!"

The hug was also empty, the black tiger quickly dodged, pounced on the ground, and gnawed on a mouthful of mud: "Bah, bah!

Toss for a while.

"Daigo Empowerment Dafa!" is still Lingxiu, the unlucky monk: "Fairy! Change! Chicken! Soup chicken!"

Talking from the sky, the strong smell is tangy: "Bang la-la-"

Lingxiu ran away.

It almost flew away, faster than the pheasant flying: "Sizzle-cool!"

"Master!" the incompetent immortal jumped down, roared angrily and added his fists and kicks: "Scum! Damn it!"

Please note that it is not alcohol.

The birds screamed in the sky, the snakes and rats fled in a hurry, and the beasts retreated together, all frowning and covering their noses!

The black tiger is also angry, this demon is even more hateful than the stinky fart monk, the whole child is dirty and ugly, defiling the holy land and blaspheming the Buddha: "Woooo

The scene was chaotic, the scene was extremely hot, this time Yan Lao Er was angry, but it can be said that death is not a good death, and in the end it is inevitable that an incarnation will be eaten by tens of millions. But at this moment, at this moment of death and death, suddenly there was another voice, swaggering into the ears, noisy on it, gala la like a chainsaw sawing wood, thorn thorn more like a hacksaw saw saw iron, what kind of sound it was is difficult for everyone to say, can only say that today is a nightmare and two ears by mistake: "Woo - woo - what a big black tiger! Woo - woo - come and grab our wine gourd! Ah Wu - Ah Wu - come and help me beat him away-"

You must know that Yan Daxia also has the ability to watch the house, or the trick of pressing the bottom of the box, not drinking, not using force: "It's not good! Retreat! Run away!" This is the incompetent Daxian, the incompetent Daxian is a spirit at the moment, and when he sees that the situation is not good, he runs away: "Dodge! Get out! Those who stand in my way die!" Come and have a drink with me!

When this sentence was not finished, all the animals, including the black tiger flying, running, drilling, drilling, crawling, crawling, all escaped like outlaws. All that remained, a dry and large number of long insects, looking around with their necks high, and snake letters sizzling, all looked confused. Needless to say, Yan Daxia's singing is too lethal, but all creatures with a little sense of hearing can't appreciate it, and they can't accept it: "Woohoo! Woohoo! Birdman without conscience - Nan Wu! Nan Wu ! Monk with no heart and eyes-"

Ay!

Roaring through the throat, singing to break the liver and sausage, who can hear?

It's not wild, stupid and crazy, who has mercy?

Some people are crying, some people are laughing, but fortunately, there are still people who understand: "Drive, drive, got-"

On a road to heaven, incompetent to drive a mule cart, snapping a whip, and full of spirit: "Drive!"

It's a team.

Five Messengers of Justice.

The future is bright, the world is under control, this is the life that the head of the regiment, the omnipotent and incompetent immortal, loves: "Woo wow-woo wow-"

Who's crying again?

Or laughing?

Naturally, Yan Lao Er followed behind dejectedly, with a face that was longer than the face of the big green mule, and he looked unlucky at the end of the road: "it...... ...... Good ...... Good ......"

It's just that in this team that went to the capital, there was an inexplicable extra monk.

The monk was walking, not saying a word, and Xiaoxiao kept looking at him.

In my dream, I looked like this monk. (To be continued......)