"Boom ......"

"Ahh

Under the thunder net, there is a rabbit that cultivates immortals. At first, she was still in human form, but after these fifty or sixty thunderbolts, she could no longer maintain her human body, and showed her original form.

In the Rihua Peak of Yunshan, lightning and thunder roar, but it is light thunder, not rain, the sky is gloomy, and it can suffocate people to death.

Today, this thunder is different from usual, it is specially slashed towards a place, as if it has a grudge against that place, white thunder, purple thunder, splitting the head and covering the face to fall.

The people under the mountain don't know, but the people in Yunshan have long been surprised.

What kind of mountain is this cloud mountain?

It's a fairy mountain.

There is abundant aura here, and since there are people who cultivate immortals on this mountain, there are also spirits who cultivate immortals.

To cultivate the immortal body, you need to go through the tribulation, and the most ascension tribulation is enough to have ninety-nine eighty-one thunder. If you can pass, you can cultivate a golden body, and become an immortal, if you can't pass, the bad one will be scattered, and the good thing is to be beaten off and cultivated, and then start all over again.

The snow-white rabbit in the thunder net gritted his teeth, as long as he survived the eighty-one thunders and reshaped his golden body through the heavenly thunder, he would be an immortal.

Xu is the rabbit's fate, one after another thunder down, not only did not split it to the flesh, but the snow-white rabbit hair was slowly dyed gold, and when the last thunder fell, the rabbit has become a golden rabbit.

The golden light shone down from the sky, and the rabbit was caged under the golden light, and in the blink of an eye, the rabbit disappeared and was replaced by a graceful woman.

She wore a white floor-length dress with a fluttering robe embroidered with elegant patterns. Her eyebrows are picturesque, her skin is like ink, her skin is like clotted fat, her snow white is pink, her eyes are like water, she seems to be able to see through everything, and her lips are not red.

She stretched out her slender fingers, like green onions. Flipped up and down, and after a while, the green silk was coiled into a flying fairy sideburn, and then a white hosta was inserted obliquely.

She was waiting to ascend to the heavenly court, and they all said that after surviving the thunder tribulation and becoming an immortal, she would be able to ascend in the daytime, but she waited for a long time, but she still didn't wait.

White Rabbit doesn't know why, did this God abandon her?

"White Rabbit!" In the midst of the golden light, a bodhisattva with a solemn appearance sat on the lotus platform, looking at her with kind eyes.

"If it is really a Bodhisattva, the white rabbit of Yunshan knocks on the Bodhisattva. The white rabbit wept with joy, prostrated on all fours, and reverently saluted Guanyin Bodhisattva on the lotus platform.

"Bodhisattva, the white rabbit of Yunshan does not read the red dust, in this cloud mountain on the heart of the Tao, ten thousand years to finally cultivate the golden body, but failed to soar as desired, the white rabbit is sluggish, and please Bodhisattva to ignite. The woman looked at the Bodhisattva in mid-air and pleaded.

"Good, good, it's rare that you have the sincerity to take refuge in the Three Jewels, but the white rabbit of Yunshan Mountain, although you have been cultivated for 10,000 years, you have become an immortal. But you still have a dusty fate, how can you soar in the day?" the Bodhisattva pinched his fingers and said with a smile.

"The white rabbit has made up his mind, he is silent, and he is willing to give up any dust, the Bodhisattva purifies all sentient beings, and invites the white rabbit to cross. The white rabbit raised her head, her expression was extremely firm, and as soon as her voice fell, she prostrated and bowed again.

"White Rabbit, you know that the fate of the world can be abandoned, but the kindness is unforgettable. You still owe a favor in the world that you have not repaid it, and you have promised that if anyone can save you, you will repay him. Thousands of years have passed, don't you want to repay it?" the Bodhisattva was still kind and kind, and his smile was like a breeze.

"The white rabbit still has a favor that has not been repaid, the disciple has indeed forgotten about this, please forgive the Bodhisattva and let the disciple think about it." The White Rabbit was really puzzled when she heard that she had not repaid her kindness, but since the Bodhisattva said about her, there must be such a thing, and her thoughts drifted forward along the years of these ten thousand years, thinking hard about where she owed her kindness.

"Bodhisattva, the disciple remembered that more than 8,000 years ago, the disciple really owed a favor. At that time, he did not repay because the disciple did not have the ability to repay the kindness, but when the disciple had the ability, more than 100 years had passed, and the disciple had nothing to repay. More than 8,000 years have passed now, and the benefactor has not known how many times he has been reincarnated.