Legend of the Cultivation God

Looking at Xiao Hua is very incomprehensible, Ci Hui smiled: "Little monk, sometimes the world can not think too much, if the consideration is too clear, nothing can be done! Barren only I know that I am a Buddhist disciple. I don’t have any interest in the so-called fairy, and Xin Xianyou invites the poor to help her break. Other things, barren really don’t want to ask!”

"The problem is..." Xiao Hua was a little angry and ruined. "Why are the masters pulling... Xiao Yan? Xiao Yan still wants to work hard in the temple!"

Xiao Hua was in a hurry and almost shouted Xiaomou out.

Ci Hui is still not ill, and said faintly: "Is this a plan for a small monk? How do you look at poverty? Are you a Buddhist disciple who can meditate?"

"Then what do you say about the Buddhist disciples who are quietly practicing?" Xiao Hua turned his eyes and asked if he was not angry.

"At least a respectable person who is a high-ranking person will be at least humbly asking others what they don't understand. At least they can get used to the Zen Buddhism under the ancient lamp."

After waiting for Cihui to finish, Xiao Hua waved: "Predecessors, isn't it a predecessor? Is there anything that can be embarrassed? Xiaoxi didn't call the predecessors before he entered the Buddha."

"Since it is a monk, there will be less impetuousness, more calmness, less doubt, more trust!" Cihui smiled happily. "Since you are my Buddhist disciple, inferiority will not matter, whether you are Tantra is also good, Hua Yanzong is good, other sects are good, and the poor are responsible for taking you!"

"Oh, nothing!" Xiao Hua was speechless. How do you sound like this is to confess Xiao Jian with yourself, and now the current newspaper tells from Cihui. Actually, he seems to be so stubborn. But think about it, the stone of the mountain can attack jade, the magical power of his own Buddha is not small, but the accomplishment of the Dharma is nothing, Xiao Hua also had to bow.

Seeing Xiao Hua’s softness, Ci Hui smiled and said: “Don’t say anything else, the barrenness comes from seeing the Buddha’s vision...”

Immediately, Cihui is like a general saying. From the time when he followed Xin Xin to see the snow-capped mountains of Daxueshan, he began to talk about the contents of the Buddhist scriptures. Allusions, the experience is coming, and there is a hint of causality in the interior...

Xiao Hua didn't care at first, but listening to it, Xiao Hua's ears were erected. Waiting for the end, Xiao Hua interrupted from time to time. The two actually debated!

The Tibetan Immortal Continent is different from the Xiaoyu Continent. Whether it is Confucianism, Buddhism and Demon, the way of cultivation is different. There are certainly ways to distinguish each other’s cultivation, but this method is mostly Can not be taken seriously, even the pressure, Yuan Nian, Shen Nian and Buddhism can not be used as a measure of a person or demon. The only way to test the repair is to compare it. Therefore, Xiao Hua did not have an estimate of the strength of Ci Hui and Xin Xin. The same two people did not have an estimate of Xiao Hua’s strength. Especially Cihui, he couldn't feel the depth of Buddhism from Xiao Hua at all, but he was biased. Although Xiao Hua claimed to be a small cockroach, the temperament is so calm. Obviously the strength will not be worse than myself and Xin Xin. In fact, from the fact that he can't perceive Xiaohua's Buddhism cultivation, Cihui already knows that if Xiaohua does not have a trace of Buddhism, it is more than his own strength, although Xiaohua keeps saying that he has just worshipped Buddhism, but It is two different things to go to Buddhism and whether there is a Buddhism. Xiao Hua obviously belongs to the latter.

For Xiao Hua, a Buddhist disciple who understands Buddhism and does not understand Buddhism, does Ci Hui not have the idea of ​​feeding tigers? Want to rely on your own bitterness, let the Pure Land world add another Dharma, Buddha statue excellence?

Not to mention that Ci Hui decomposed the Dharma for Xiao Hua, and did not say that Xin Xin urged the strange birds to fly in front of the head. The three people were not heavy after the mountain. The single quiet place in front of the three people is now lively. .

This is a flowery mountain, four peaks like the scales emerge from the sea of ​​flowers, the same green pine cypress on the mountain peak, green shade, a sound of crickets and birdsong from the mountain peaks from time to time Between the two, and, the burst of fog is like a veil swaying in the wind, gradually dressing up the entire mountain.

However, for a moment, the sunshine of the road was cast from the thick clouds, just like the huge lightsaber pierced the fog, and the fog between the fog and the mountain peaks revealed the peaks.

The sun shines through the mist and shines between the mountains. The mountain looks very deep, but a mountain spring spurts from all over the mountain, making a whispering sound, like the cry of a woman who lives alone. It is like the show of Confucian lips. The sun is easy to fall on the spring water of the mountains. The rocks in the spring water are smashing. The golden light is broken, and the little crystals are splashed on the water surface. The end is fascinating. The spring water slammed into the mountains, and it was gathered into a pool. The pool of water was floating in the duckweed, and there was a small fish with a silvery white belly swimming out of the depths of the pool. Two strokes were made on the water. Light marks, then disappeared abruptly.

The water pool is in the depths of the foothills, the sunlight can't shine, and the clouds cover the sun. The mist of the water will always ooze out from the four walls of the mountain at some time, and the pool will be covered. . Seeing the ethereal mist of the same fairy cloud, the height of the pool, on a protruding stone wall, the old man in the blue robe suddenly showed his figure.

The old man's hair is white, his face is thin, and his eyes are slightly closed. The two palms outside the robes are white and abnormal. Although they are very thin, the texture of the skin is as clear as the veins of jade.

"Oh..." The old man in the robe once appeared, slightly mouth, and the sound of the tremor of the Achilles tendon, and then the white mist and water vapor above the entire pool of water rushed into his mouth, for a moment, the whole A stream of water vapor disappeared in the foothills, and it showed the green water pool.

"Oh..." The old man in the robe stopped and took his hand for a forehead. A brilliance of the same dragon shape rushed out from the top of his head. After Guanghua, a mist filled with water droplets roared and rushed into the sky, like a piece. The dragon is like a dragon on the top of the mountain!

"Go..." After a while, the old man in the robes will look at each other and swear by the words. The dragon-shaped fog will stop, and the instantaneous drops will drop and fall on the stone wall. , hit the water pool!

"Hey... the water is in the Yuan, the water is in the Yuan!!" The old man in the robes looked at the mist of the mist and fell, and sighed long and said to himself, "The old man has already refining the water, but why? Can't understand the meaning of this water-gas dynasty? Is it difficult to become a Confucianism? There is another essence of the dynasty dynasty? There is a mystery that the old man does not know? This is not possible! Liao's practice may have problems, but Canglong Is there no problem with Jiang’s practice? Their methods are similar!”

"But since the exercises are correct, there is nothing wrong with the cultivation of the old man. Why is there no special power in the water?" The old man said, and he took a shot, a two-footer Yuan Ying from the old days. The spirit came out, and the baby was dressed in a treasure, holding a ruler of several inches in his hand, and a cold blue light on the ruler.

Once the old man’s Yuan Ying appeared, he immediately threw the ruler in his hand, and the two small hands shook slightly. The water blue brilliance was born from the hands of Yuan Ying. With Yuan Ying’s hand, these water blue The brilliance of the glory fell into the deep pool, "hey..." bursts of roaring sounds came from the pool, but when the water in the entire pool was seen, it was like the whole pool was boiling.

That Yuan Ying will look at the eyes, such as the brilliance of the stars flashing through the green brilliance, and then Yuan Ying will take the hand, the water in the entire pool is like a giant rush, than the water vapor and fog just rushed hundreds of times. At high altitude, "Boom...", a loud noise, the water touched the rock in the stone wall, the whole rock was turned into a powder in the red plum, and half of the stone wall shook in the roar.

Immediately, Yuan Ying is like a child playing. The huge water shovel is dancing in the foothills of the mountains and the mountains. The otters are everywhere. Whether it is tough mountains or thick trees, it is not a powder that is turned into a powder. The child also turned into blood in the drenching of this otter.

"Oh..." Seeing that the otter is so powerful, the old man’s Yuan Ying not only did not rejoice, but sighed, and some sharp voices were self-talking. "The simple way of my door is more than the water." Power, why is my door to be destroyed by Confucianism? The water of the **** is regarded as a classic by the thousands of Confucianism, but in the eyes of the old man... it is so childish and ridiculous!!"

The old Yuan Ying seems to be very depressed, his hand shrinks, the water blue brilliance disappears, and the Yuan Ying who sits in the knees of the old man is also retracted into the old man's body. "Oh..." It’s like a thousand waterfalls pouring down. The water that has just been raging in the air suddenly falls from the air, not only the slanting of the trees in the mountains, but also the splashes of water in the entire mountain. It is comparable to the rainstorm.

Just when the old man Yuan Ying disappeared, when the old man opened his eyes, a powerful **** read from far away, sweeping through the sky and the mountains, falling on the old man!

"Who??" Once the old man perceives this thought, as if he was bitten by a poisonous snake, he immediately flew up from the rock. He did not care about the water vapor that still exists in the mountains, rushed into the air, with extreme horror on his face, incredible Look at the whereabouts of God and shout.

"Oh... who else? Naturally, the old man!" A whistling sound came from the sky...