"Uncle Taishi-Uncle Tai-"

In the darkness, there was a faint voice, who was calling: "Uncle Taishi-Uncle Taishi-"

In the ear, it is real, it is no Zen.

Dinghai is moving, not moving.

Stick down.

Wuzen doesn't appear here, that's the sound of Wuzen, it's not Wuzen.

It's just Dinghai, and it's also weird.

The deeper the cultivation, the more stable the realm, and the divine consciousness and mind of Dinghai are also extremely powerful, and Mount Tai collapses in front of him without seeing it in an instant.

No matter who was calling, that voice, Dinghai should not have heard it: "Uncle Taishi-"

The stick fell, the man fell, the sword fell, everything was as usual, nothing changed.

"Uncle Taishi!"

But in front of him, the twilight was four, the remnant sun was like blood, and the blood of Wuzen was flowing all over his face, and he strode forward: "Uncle Taishi!

It's no Zen, it's really no Zen, the voice and posture, the mouth, nose, eyebrows, and eyes: "Woo woo woo, woo woo woo ......"

Wuzen is crying.

Who is this, bullying Wu Zen!

Dinghai is moving, and it is also moving.

Lifelike, dreamlike, vivid, but dreamy, no Zen will not appear here, that is the illusion of no Zen, not no Zen.

Stick down!

Sword falls!

People up!

Sword out!

Jun Tian fell, the ink practiced, Fang Yin stabbed out with a sword, the virtual reality was unpredictable and agile and jumped, and a sword went straight to Dinghai's eyes~~

The wind rises and the green is green.

The stick was on the verge of the end, and Fang Yin ignored it.

The sword is imminent, and Dinghai ignores it.

In an instant, like dew and electricity, Dinghai closed his eyes: "Ding!"

Mosquitoes bite on steel plates. The sound is amplified 10,000 times. It must be this one: "Ding!"

Stick down. The real and the unreal, all together!

Break!

The bodhi mind, the incorruptible body, Dinghai has already cultivated to the right fruit: "Boom!"

A stick was beaten, and his head was bruised and swollen, and he said that there was a lesson, and the lesson was: "Knock!"

Then, the eyes are closed. I don't see Fang Yin.

I saw no Zen.

The two bull's eyes, stunned at each other, unconsciously tears washed away the blood, Wuchan opened his mouth in a daze and forgot to cry: "None, none, no ......"

Uncle Taishi, Uncle Taishi, why are you playing Wuzen?

Wuzen has not done anything wrong, Wuzen is honest and responsible, Taishi and uncle. Why do you want to play Wuzen?

Uncle Taishi loves Uncle Tai the most, and Uncle Wu Zen loves Uncle Tai the most. Uncle Taishi, Uncle Taishi, how can you bear it, so ruthless!

Stick hit no Zen!

Stick down.

There is no why.

There are 10,000 whys for Wuzen, but in front of Dinghai, Wuzen never asks.

Say a thousand, say 10,000, whether it's true or not, it should be fought or it has to be beaten, there is no Zen prescription Yin -

In other words, the monks of Wuzen are usually beaten, and they usually beat their heads with sticks, until they cry bitterly, and they break their blood!

Dinghai has no Zen, no need for a reason.

However, with a stick, time goes back.

Wuzen cried, suddenly laughed again, Wuzen became smaller, became smaller and less Zen: "Hey, hey, haha!"

The little monk, with his head and brain, practiced boxing seriously, with a board and a glance: "Arhat descends the dragon! Arhat subdues the tiger! Arhat rides an elephant! Arhat sits on a deer!"

"Boom!"

"Oh, yes!" Wuchan sat on the ground, hugged his head and shouted, "Uncle Taishi, why do you want to fight Wuzen?"

"Boom!"

"Oh yes, Uncle Taishi!"

"Boom!"

"Oh, yes, Uncle Taishi, why do you want to ......?"

"Boom!"

"Why ......"

"Boom!"

"Taishi ......"

"Boom!"

"Master!"

"Boom!"

"Woo woo woo, no Zen, no Zen ......"

"Boom!"

"Woo ......"

"Boom!"

“......”

"Boom!"

......

Lingxiu smiled on the side: "If you don't remember to eat, you don't remember to beat, and you don't have a long memory!"

"Boom!"

......

......

So there is no Zen, never asking.

This stick will still be beaten, this stick will still not be beaten, the heart of iron and wood, hard and soft-

Wu Zen laughed, suddenly cried again, a little Wu Zen, carried in the bamboo basket: "Woo Wow~~Woo Wow~~"

"Ahem!"

White and fat, clean and clean, the little hands, small feet, pink carved jade peck: "Master, I picked up a bamboo basket." ”

Kongwen: "Bamboo basket, which can be used to fetch water." ”

Empty sadness: "Strange, strange, this little baby looks pleasing and has no disabilities in his hands and feet, how can he be abandoned with others?"

Lingshi: "Senior brother, why is he crying?"

Lingxiu: "He was hungry and wanted to eat milk, but he didn't have milk to eat, so he cried." ”

Ling: "Nonsense!"

Lingxiu: "Who has milk?

All the monks said, "You!"

Lingxiu: "I have milk, but I don't have milk, what should I do? Master?"

Kongwen: "If you don't have milk, you can eat grass." ”

Empty sorrow: "Good! good!"

All the monks are good.

This is the gap, in the face of a little baby waiting to be fed, all the monks in Nanshan Zen are blindly coming up with ideas, nonsense, only Dinghai, only Dinghai: "Hmm~~Hmm~~Hmm~~"

Grass is grass.

Ganoderma lucidum is also, ginseng is too, Dinghai feeds it one bite at a time, and Dinghai chews it one bite at a time: "No ...... Not...... No ......"

Just one eye.

Dinghai has never seen such pure eyes, even the crystal teardrops are so pure, just one glance, it is a lifetime, a lifetime, a heart, a will: "Zen!"

That's love, no need for a reason.

From then on, there was no Zen.

Nanshan Zen Buddhism, no word monks, this word "Zen" is for Dinghai Lingxiu to drink together: "No Zen!"

A little no Zen, Dinghai hug~~

Dinghai thought that the only thing that Monk Lingxiu had done in his life was to pick up a bamboo basket: "Hmm~~Hmm~~Hmm~~"

Go down with a stick and hit back the bamboo basket: "Woo Wow~~Woo Wow~~"

Grass is grass, it's not unpalatable, and Wuzen eats it until his face is green: "cough cough cough cough cough ~ flutter ~"

Stick stop.

Stop at childishness, stop at love.

It is a dream bubble, how to be willing to break, no Zen, is the life of Dinghai, the only flaw.

People fall.

The heart of the sea is like a mirror.

Flicking his fingers into the void, in an instant, this must be Xiao Murong's handiwork, what a painstaking effort!

Fang Yin didn't know.

I just felt that the pressure of the sky dissipated instantly, as if a gap was opened in the sky above my head, so not easy, so uncomfortable!

Before he could change his mind, he was already stepping on the sky: "Whoosh!"

Leave a finger, a millimeter.

The milli finger is more than baht, and the little person has a magnanimity: "No!"

Incompetence to say no at the time!

Peony screamed: "Ah――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――"

Dinghai landing.

Tan Zhong Zhong finger, subject to a moment.

Dinghai also admits that he is willing to gamble and lose.

Xiao Murong, using Xiao Wuzen, plus Xiao Fang Yin, to deal with the old monk of Dinghai, can Dinghai Yan be undefeated?

However, Dinghai is still very strange.

Now I understand, it turns out that there is also a little Noller.

That stick has already created a piece of heaven and earth, that is the heaven and earth of Dinghai, no matter auditory hallucinations, visual hallucinations, illusions, or illusions, nothing can be invaded!

With a powerful spiritual force, Noller tore, penetrated, and maintained, so that it could drive straight into.

Therefore, at that moment, all kinds of Wuzen were joined by Murong Gongzi and Princess Nole, a perfect work!

If so, I sniff.

Lingxiu also guessed, not long ago, Murong Gongzi had seen Wuchan once, and Lingxiu was present at that time.

Yes, and many times.

This moment.

The three of them quarreled.

Daoist Fang was really anxious, he broke his face in a hurry, and jumped like thunder: "I said, no, no, really don't need! This is good, don't listen! Don't listen! Just don't listen! Now it's okay, you are busy working in vain, and your face is lost! Are you two happy? Are you happy? Are you happy now?"

Murong Gongzi said with a smile: "Those who have achieved great things, they are not informal, Ji Zhi, calm!"

Daoist Fang said angrily: "Calm? You say calm? Do you still have the face to say calm? If you don't interfere, you won't admit it in the blink of an eye, how do you want me to be calm?

Murong Gongzi: "Ji Zhi, you have to listen to my explanation, I didn't interfere, I really didn't, it was my younger brother and sister who interfered." ”

Princess Knole smiled and said, "My dear, in return, I have earned another two million taels of gold tickets. ”

Daoist Fang laughed angrily: "Good! good!"

Murong Gongzi: "Also, Ji Zhi, about the matter of me and my brother and sister holding hands, I hope you won't mind." ”

Princess Knoller: "Only by holding hands can we be heart-to-heart, dear, you must know that we are doing this for you." ”

Daoist Fang was furious: "Wonderful! wonderful!"

Murong Gongzi: "Ji Zhi, between friends, we must be considerate of each other and understand each other. ”

Princess Knoller: "It's the same between husband and wife, my dear, as your fiancée, Noller can't watch you beat people to death. ”

Daoist Fang was finally speechless: "The key is, it's better to beat people to death, it's better to play to death for people!"

Murong Gongzi: "The question is, if you die, who will destroy Stacula?"

Princess Noller: "So, you can't die, you can't be defeated, even Yago understands such a simple truth, right?

Yago: "Choke to death!"

Titan: "Ho ho

Noisy, it doesn't make any sense in the first place, because it can't be noisy: "Okay!"

The incompetent immortal concluded: "It's all a family, why quarrel and hurt the harmony?

Yan Daxia sneered: "If you want to be a bitch and set up an archway, that's how it ends!"

Sister Peony: "You deserve it!"

It's getting late.

At the end of the song, people are scattered.

The closing game of the second round, end. (To be continued......)