Galactic Garbage Station

No one expected that Su Weifa’s Weibo was gradually spread on the Internet. It was not a sensation at first, but the more it went back, the more it was like a blowout, which caused widespread repercussions. Some net red, the so-called beauty of a thousand years, everyone may be amazing at first, but how long it will be bored. This Buddhist scripture is the opposite. At first, I felt that there was nothing, but the more I saw it, the more amazing it was.

"I didn't believe it before. After seeing this Buddhist scripture, I was really shocked."

"Buddha is really profound and profound."

"Which Buddhist scriptures, from which Buddhist scriptures? I want to see."

"Everyone is checking, but they can't find a corresponding one. Many people speculate that it may be Su Shi's own."

"How is this possible? This is a Buddhist scripture!"

Many people on the Internet are talking about the source of this Buddhist scripture. Some people suspect that Su Shi is self-created, but some are hard to believe. After all, such a profound and profound experience, even if it is a modern Buddhist master, can not be created, not to mention Su Shi is such a young man.

On the Internet, Su Shi in the time-space garbage station is grinning, and Qingyun’s voice is ringing: “Recovery plus one, recovery plus one, recovery plus two, recovery plus three...” recycling The degree has increased to 108, and it is still growing. This proves Su Shi’s speculation that the spread of Buddhist scriptures is equivalent to recycling garbage recycling and can increase the recovery.

"Well, I don't have to report it for the time being. When the recovery is almost stopped, report the results to me," Su Shi said.

"Good master." Qingyun stopped reporting, or else the recovery is increased by one plus two to bother the dead.

Su Shi does not care about the excitement on the Internet and continues to sort out the garbage. He was still turning over the pile of waste paper, and it was halfway through in a while, but he did not sort out the useful waste paper and did not sort out the key information. The remaining half, let Su Shi look at the headache, because it can not be regarded as waste paper, at most it is paper gray. A large pile of soot, at most occasionally see one or two pieces of paper that have not been burned, of course, from the flaky form of ash, the looming handwriting above, can also be seen as paper ash.

Su Shi took a piece of paper and left a half word on it. He only looked at it and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Good word!"

The complete one on the shredded paper is the word "ci", and there is a half-burned word. According to the shape and meaning of the word, it should be a "sad" word, and it is "compassion". These two words are simply three points, and the artistic conception is deep. Before that, the sutra of a certain man’s scriptures was at best a good one. It was three points worse than the brush from the time of eternal life, and it was even worse than the word with swords from the time and space. .

However, this "compassion" is more than the word with the sword from the time and space. However, the mood is different, there is no sharp sword, but a feeling of compassion, as if to see a compassionate Buddha.

"So good words, how can it burn, too violent things! And, people who can write such a good word, the content of the composition may be even more unbearable." Su Shi is very sorry, very reluctant.

He released his mental strength, shrouded the whole pile of paper ash, carefully examined the above handwriting, and the words that were barely recognized, regardless of the pieces of residual paper or the ash that had been burned, were picked out by him: Wei, Zen, Devil, Merit, Good... Unfortunately, these words are too scattered, may come from different pages, or even from different books, they simply can't be put together, it has no effect.

"Wait, how can I forget it?" Su Shi suddenly moved in the heart, and released a mouse from the bag of the spirits, it was the little mouse that awakened the substitute. These days, after careful care of Su Shi, the white mouse is more and more beautiful and cute, and the spirit is barely supported. Of course, it also consumes a lot of good things in Su Shi. This little guy enjoys the treatment. It’s just a level with Su Shi. It’s also a no-brainer. It’s hard to get an animal substitute. I can’t watch it being replaced by a substitute. Mentally dying.

Of course, because of this, Su Shi did not want to train a substitute animal for the time being. The probability is too low. After the second coming out, it is not easy to cultivate. More is a burden.

"Little white, help me repair these paper ash." Su Shi said.

"Hey." The little mouse shouted, and the translation meant "packing on me." It climbed to the side of the paper ash pile, and a virtual shadow appeared behind it, reaching out on the paper ash pile, the paper ash on it, as if As time goes by, slowly change back to the paper, pieces of pieces are combined, and a piece of complete paper is presented in front of Su Shi.

“Good!” Su Shi praised. At first, I only thought that the white rat's ability to replace the body can be used to repair stone carvings, antiques, etc., but now it is found that there are many promising places in the garbage dump.

However, Su Shi soon discovered that she was too happy to be too early. After a while, after repairing one or two hundred sheets of paper, the white mouse was tired, showing a strenuous color, screaming at Su Shi, meaning it was tired and wanted to rest.

"You kid, just said that the bag is on you." Su Shi is speechless, but he really can't let the white mouse to challenge the limit, let the mouse stop, or else the carelessness, the spirit can not support, weak And died.

Su Shi sorted out one or two hundred pieces of waste paper and read them carefully. Strictly speaking, not one or two hundred complete, some of them, there are more or less missing, the white mouse's substitute has the ability to repair, but there is a premise, that is, the pieces are complete and within a radius of 100 meters Within this, some paper ash itself may be incomplete, and some of it is still in the original time and space, which naturally cannot be completely repaired.

"Oh my God, these books are..." Su Shi just flipped through a few sheets of paper and blew his eyes, then turned over one or two hundred sheets of paper at the fastest speed, and his eyes became brighter and brighter. The look is getting more and more excited, and it is stimulated by many words.

"The Bull Magic"

"Tiger Devils Bone Boxing"

"Dragon Zen Diamond Sutra"

"Dawei Tianlong Bodhisattva"

"The Eight Gods of the King"

Although, only part of the content, one or two of these, is not a complete book, but has already stimulated Susie's heartbeat. Su Shi did not have to sort out other words, but only from the names of these boxing scriptures, he guessed where the garbage came from and which time and space. (To be continued~^~)

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