But he said that there was no Zen.

Wu Chan followed Master all the way south, and he had been talking for four or five days.

The weather is hot in June, and the flowers and willows are full of verdant along the way, and the sky is high and the clouds are light and the wind is warm, blowing away the sorrow and blowing away a smiling face. Wu Chan stopped crying, because the master said that after three years, Wu Chan would see Brother Fang Yin again, and three years would pass by in a snap of a finger, and it would be very fast. And the master said that Wuzen went back obediently, and the eldest brother said that he would definitely go to find Wuzen, and Wuzen didn't have to wait for three years! Haha! Haha! Wuzen was very happy, grinning and secretly happy!

"Ahh

The birds and flowers on the roadside are fragrant, and the scenery is pleasant everywhere.

The little monk jumped around happily, looking at it as he walked, and said as he looked: "Master, Master, look at what a beautiful bird is! Look over there, there's a little green snake in the grass over there!" Lingxiu sighed: "Wuzen, you eat a few bites, see for yourself, how much fried noodles are left?" Wuchan suddenly blushed, touched his bald head and smiled: "Wuzen is not intentional, Wuzen doesn't know how, how, Master is a good person, Master hurts Wuzen the most!" Lingxiu sighed, grabbed the cloth bag and put it on his shoulder: "Wuzen, this is called sycophancy, who did you learn it from?" Wuzen's face turned even redder, and Wuzen didn't speak.

Not only did Wu Zen learn to pat on the back, but Wu Zen also learned to keep secrets.

I forgot to say that Su Dao Chang has always played cards according to common sense, and there is a little Taoist priest at home who is a cow and a horse, but he is polite and thoughtful to the two monks, which is too good to say. Look, this is not it, when you come, you have to eat and drink, and you have to carry it when you leave, a whole big bag of fried noodles, not a hundred catties of fried noodles, and more than 80 pounds on the scale! That was a few days ago, and now there is only a small half bag, and most of the bag is eaten by the two monks. Of course, the big monk didn't eat a few bites of rice, and the little monk didn't eat much, and he was full of fried noodles, how could he unconsciously run out all of a sudden?

That's it.

The red sky is in the sky, and the sun is shining.

Sleeping in the open and sleeping in all directions, the sky should be used as a bed.

On the side of the avenue, under the shade of the tree, the master and apprentice sat under the tree to enjoy the shade and watch the scenery, each having fun.

But let his feet tread on the dust, and let him be there or not;

Towards the morning and twilight on my way, suffering is also free, and happiness is also free.

Looking at the land and the horizontal, just like the chess table for a thousand years, looking back at the white clouds and dogs in the sky, life and death are difficult for thousands of years.

Everything is in the eyes, where is me?

Heaven and earth are in my heart, where is there no me?

There are two monks of all sizes under the tree, and they are bare-headed and bare-headed!

A great day in the sky, shining on all things with light and light!

It's hot, and mosquitoes are abundant.

A flower-footed mosquito staggered out of the grass, babbling and humming a song and slowly flew to the bottom of the tree, hesitating to look left and right, and for a while still not making up his mind which one to take first! Okay, okay, it's you! According to the past foraging experience, this little bald man is cautious and has few eyes, and is easier to deal with! Moreover, children have fine skin, tender flesh, and blood are fragrant, not like adults, all of which smell of smoke, wine, and fat powder, okay, okay, don't talk nonsense! Little bald head, since you have broken into the territory of this mosquito, I am not welcome, buddy!

Hum -

When the battle horn sounded, the flower-footed mosquito spun in a circle in mid-air, and violently flapped its wings and took the left foot of the little bald head! Why, why do you want to bite your foot? No, this is the mosquito's hobby! There is an unknown smell there, a fragrant and mellow taste, a fascinated taste, and when you smell it, your heart is surging and your blood is boiling without hesitation, and you will go forward! Rush! A good meal is right in front of you, and the taste is getting more and more fragrant! There is no danger or danger, and the river is flat! The little bald head looked at the sky stupidly and didn't notice it at all, grinning from time to time, unaware that the demon hunter had quietly descended.

Hey! Poor man, you are the spirit of all things, and you are not the thing in the belly of this mosquito? What is big? What is small? What is high? What is low? Heaven is fair, one thing descends another, you eat him, I will eat you! Okay, all right, little bald, I'm sorry, I'm going to eat! The demon hunter nodded with satisfaction, opened his mouth wide and bared his sharp teeth, ready to tear open the thin skin, bite into the big filling, and then enjoy the red and delicious soup! I don't want to bite down hard, and the skin is intact! Evil man, come again! Take another bite! The little bald head and feet were unharmed! Strange things, strange things! Why is this man's skin so thick? Could it be that he is dreaming? Or is it that his strength makes it small? Come again! Come again! The flower-footed mosquito took a long breath, opened its mouth wide to see the skin and flesh, and took a sip!

Oops, oops, oops, oops,

His teeth were loose, his mouth was sour, and he looked at the flesh and skin in front of him as he was still unharmed, and he didn't even leave a single tooth mark! After the mosquito screamed a few times, his heart was already furious! What a hateful little bald head, what a hard bone to gnaw! With such a sturdy flesh skin, isn't this deliberately making things difficult for the mosquito? Eating and drinking is small, but the face is big! This is because you don't know Taishan, do you know which mosquito it is! Hmph, let me tell you, there is a bloodthirsty female flower, also known as the tiger among mosquitoes!

- Flower-legged mosquitoes!

The face is not hanging, the reputation is damaged, the flower-footed mosquito is secretly angry in his heart, and now he sacrifices another proud weapon: a hollow gun! The serrated knife has failed, and the overlord gun has to be released! This gun is not the other gun, it is as thin as a needle, and it is only a millimeter long, but it is sharp and difficult, and it directly takes the enemy's vital point and kills people invisibly! Okay, okay, little bald head, this is your own fault! This mosquito has to use the final weapon in advance, although it is a bit laborious to eat it directly, okay, okay, that's it, look at the gun! Eat me a shot!

The flower-footed mosquito found a pore, exposed the sharp weapon in its mouth, and stabbed it hard! And why? Why did it prick the pores? It's very simple, there is a big nest there, and it's easy and pleasant to pierce it! Surprise it, attack it unprepared, and take its weak point to defeat it in one fell swoop, so as to achieve victory! This is the art of war, and this mosquito also understands it! I don't want to understand that tactics are useless, and it is useless to change weapons, and the pores of the small bald head are much thinner than those of ordinary people, and the flower-footed mosquitoes make enough strength to pierce again and again, and they can't penetrate at all!

This, this, is this still a person? This hollow gun can pierce the cowhide, how can he not help this little bald head? Could it be that he is a little dryad? The body is made of wood? After a while, the mosquito with flower feet looked at it, and the gun was crooked! I don't know if it was crooked or crooked! The bloodthirsty female flower, the tiger among mosquitoes! The flower-footed mosquito could not believe the cruel truth in front of him, nor could he face the proud faith hidden in his blood, so he cheered up his spirit and roared, holding the gun and stabbing left and right again and again, and wholeheartedly giving this little bald head a pin!

"Master, Master, look! There is a mosquito dancing here in Wuzen, hahahaha!" The flower mosquito was startled! Suddenly raised its head, a pair of bull's eyes were round and round and looked at itself curiously, and suddenly bent into two big crescents! Not good! It was discovered! Withdraw! The flower-footed mosquito hurriedly flapped its wings, drew a strange arc in mid-air, and quietly landed on the back of a leaf, and held its breath and lay still: "Haha, it ran away, it ran away! Master, Master—"

"Wuzen, don't make noise, it's going back to sleep. ”

"It's fun, it's fun, mosquitoes also want to sleep?

"Of course it has to sleep when it's tired of playing, just like you have to eat when you're hungry. ”

"Yes, oh Master!

"Hungry. ”

Mosquitoes want to eat, people want to eat, people want to sleep, mosquitoes of course have to sleep! The mosquitoes are indeed very tired, and when they heard this, they sneered, and said in their hearts, I am so sleepy here that I have to fight hard to find food, am I easy? Is it easy? Hey! The little bald head is ignorant and difficult, so I have to retreat to the next best thing and take the big bald head to open the knife! It is good, it is good, the body of that person is clean, and the flesh is white and red, and it is three points more delicate than the little monk! Okay, okay, that's the case, this mosquito has hurt his self-esteem, and now I'm going to be rude to you!

Target: Big bald head!

Location: Brain!

Attack plan: Air Strike!

Strike Force: Level 1!

Hum -

The big bald head sat upright with his eyes closed, unaware of it, unaware that the divine soldier had descended from the sky! The flower-footed mosquito was overjoyed, and flew straight towards the door of his head, and when he flew over the distance of ten feet in front of him, he came to a piercing head and feasted on it! But it did not know, but who knew that the little bald head was very difficult, and the big bald head was just the trouble! These ten feet were not far away, but they could never reach it, the end of the world, close at hand, the light of the brain was in front of them; close at hand, the end of the world, separated by a distance of thousands of mountains and rivers.

After flying two feet, suddenly a faint fragrance came, like an orchid like a musk deer, suddenly like a dream, this, what kind of smell is this? The flower-footed mosquito did not know why, and it buzzed and rushed low! Flew two feet again, and the fragrance became more and more intense, and the smell made my head dizzy, and my stomach was churning! The flower-footed mosquito screamed, and was about to vomit in disgust! Strange thing, what kind of smell is this? No matter, rush! Fly two feet again, the smell enters the heart, and when I look at the white and bright realm on that side, the flower-footed mosquito only feels dizzy and has no more strength on its body.

Defeated! Defeated!

The flower-footed mosquito lay weakly in the grass, with a sad heart and a dull expression. This battle ended too quickly, and the tiger among mosquitoes had not yet come to his senses, and the living little bald head could not bite it, and this dead and heavy bald head did not even touch it! What kind of fragrance was that? It was more fragrant than flowers, stronger than flowers, and three points stronger than the fragrance of flowers! Could it be that he was not a human being, but a flower demon who had cultivated to perfection? Yes, yes, it must be so.

Bald big flower demon!

There is also a possibility that the family has spent too much effort on the little bald head, and the energy is not good for a while! Okay, okay, the flower-footed mosquito still wants to ponder and ponder again, but it is sleepy, its eyelids are fighting again, and I don't know when it is dark in front of it, and it falls asleep on the blade of grass. Lie said in the air, cicadas, insects, frogs and frogs are endless, these flower mosquitoes can't hear it, the flower mosquitoes are asleep, and there is still a trace of entanglement in my mind before going to sleep: if, it means if, if you first find the big bald head and then find the small bald head, then what will it be?

Quack, quack, a yellow-colored spotted frog popped out of the grass.

The little frog puffed out his eyes and looked left and right, and his heart was also a little entangled: should he eat the black and white mosquito on the left first?

Or, eat the white-flowered black mosquito on the right?

"Master, Wuzen is hungry. ”

"Amitabha. ”

"Master, Wuzen is hungry. ”

"Amitabha. ”

"Master, Wuzen is hungry. ”

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south. ”

"Master, Master, Master, Master—"

The little monk was coquettish, and the big monk smiled helplessly: "No worries, you see." ”

Wu Chan looked at it, but saw that under the blue sky and white words, above the vast land, in the shade of grass and trees, more than a dozen cooking smoke rose up, ethereal bordering the world, and it was lined with a picturesque breeze.

but in the heart;