Legend of the Cultivation God

"Ha ha ha ha..." The great Zen master laughed and looked up. It seemed very cheerful, and the body shape shook. The Buddha’s golden body slowly fell into the body, and the red lotus fire above Chen Jiang disappeared into the void. Looking at Chen Jiang, Lang said, "Little monk, don't you say that this is not a radical method! Unfortunately, this is a lot of rumors, not too much for you this time. Today, the old grace of the World War I has made you a lot, since You have got your name, you go by yourself! Do not bother to worry about the old man! If you come again, don't blame the old man!"

Immediately, the Great Zen Master never looked at Chen Jiang again, and turned and flew into the Jinshan Temple.

"Grandma's ~" Xiao Hua received the Kowloon tin rod and the French golden body. The technique of displaying the water scorpion flew out from the upstream of Chen Jiang, and fell on a piece of rock. The heart screamed and it was no match. The intentions in his heart are clearly seen by the great Zen masters, and there are many crimes in the speech. I don’t know what to forget. It’s impossible to know what to do. I’m not happy when I see others again. What to find someone to help?

"This year, everyone really has it!" Xiao Hua scratched his bald head. At this time, the hair grew gradually on the top of his head. It was quite itchy. "How can the monks who have not cultivated such evidence? If he can bear fruit, the Buddha is really awkward... Amitabha, Buddha, and Xiaoxuan are not interested in saying this!"

"Oh..." Suddenly, above Chen Jiang, bursting the thunder, there will be some gloomy sky, now it is more intense, and the heavens and thunders of the road are coming in, and they are near the left.

"It's raining, I'm getting clothes!" Xiao Hua screamed with anger.

The rain is getting bigger. It was darker, Xiao Hua got up, slowly strolling in the rain, against Chen Jiang, and turned to countless thoughts in his heart, such as whether to change his face and then go to see the Zen Master, wait for a while, wait for silence When the Grand Zen Master is in a good mood, he can go again, and all kinds of thoughts can be turned into ash when he encounters the eccentric temper of the Zen Master.

"Hey, isn't that the wine and meat monk who calls for the sake of the depths?" Seeing a small cave in the distance. In the majestic rains, there was a trace of fire. Xiao Hua’s knowledge of the Buddha immediately saw it, but he saw everything inside. He was really dumbfounding. Because it is in the cave. Ming Shen was very careful to block the hole with his body. I am grilling a rabbit inside the fire!

"This monk..." Xiao Hua shook her head slightly. "I really remember to eat and remember, just been warned by my abbot, and now I will hide out to eat meat. Really wonderful!"

"Deep and deep..." Xiao Hua screamed.

Ming Shen was so scared that he threw the rabbit in his hand in the fire. When he had not returned to his hurry, he stumbled on the ground and cried: "The ancestors spared their lives, and the ancestors spared their lives..."

"Oh..." Xiao Hua sneered. "I have just been blamed by the big Zen master and now dare to eat meat. You really don't want to live!"

Hearing is not the voice of his abbot. He is bold and daring, and when he sees it, he is actually Xiao Hua. His body is even more embarrassing. He said: "Yuzu, it is your old man, you will spare your disciples!" Disciples are greedy for their appetite, but there is no way!"

"Get up!" Xiao Hua smiled. "The poor and the abbot of your family are not able to deal with it. How can you tell him about the elderly?"

"That is, that is... the ancestors of the ancestors today swear by the disciples and really admire the disciples!" Mingshen got up and hurriedly picked up the rabbits that fell in the ashes. The mouth was busy blowing dust, and the mouth was flattering. I don’t know the ancestors! The entire Jinshan Temple, a total of 62 disciples, which dare to talk to the abbot like the ancestors? And the masters of the ancestors have been able to fight with the abbot for so long, not to sage, disciple I have never seen anyone provoke the abbot to use the red lotus industry fire! It is not the disciples who tout the ancestors, but whoever comes to my Jinshan Temple, which one is not a respectful, sees my abbot with a low eyebrow? Where is a monk with the teacher? To be honest, the brothers and the uncles in the temple are all cheering on the ancestors, and the disciples are the abbot of Jinshan Temple!"

Xiao Hua found a place to sit down casually and sighed: "It’s fun! You are so refreshing, but the poor things are yellow! Grandma’s, how is your abbot, such a virtue, mood It's not good, even people don't listen to one sentence. And if they don't move, they will use the magical suppression..."

"Well not!" Mingshen is also a rabbit with deep feelings, turning left and right, and sighing. "The disciple just likes some wine and meat, and there is no delay. The disciple did not intend to be a monk, but it was really forced. I have to be a monk, I have to be a monk in order to survive. My disciples know that they have some bad behaviors, and they have always avoided people... Oh, yes, what are you looking for in my family?

"But it is useless to tell you!" Xiao Hua has already seen that the silence of the great Zen master, the entire Jinshan Temple, fear that in addition to the old monk, no one will know, and he and the Ming Deeply speaking, it does not work at all.

Ming Shen is also a conversation. I didn’t intend to listen to Xiao Hua’s answer. When Xiao Hua answered, he had turned his attention to the rabbit in his hand. He took a small bag from his arms, and the small bag inside. There are a lot of small plaids, and the eyes are not very lifted. It is a familiar one. One kind of seasoning is taken from the inside and sprinkled on the rabbit meat. In a moment, a strong meaty fragrance is within the cave. Pervaded!

Xiao Hua smiled and said: "You will enjoy this little monk!"

"Hey, a sip of meat, even if the disciples are discouraged by the disciples!" Ming Shen said, tearing the rabbit into two halves with one hand, and the eagerly larger one. Handed to Xiao Hua.

Where will Xiao Hua eat? Waving up: "Do you think that barrenness is the face of eating meat?"

"Hey..." Ming Shen accompanied the laughter. "You don't know the ancestors, the good meat that the disciples bake, even if they are the masters of the Master... oh..."

It’s said that the rabbit meat has been scraped together and smiled: “The ancestors may wish to taste it!”

"Go!" Xiao Hua scolded. "If this is the case, don't blame the poor and throw you back to Jinshan Temple!"

Seeing Xiao Hua angry, Ming and Qing hurriedly laughed: "The ancestors are strange, no wonder!"

Said, back two steps back, bite a large piece of rabbit meat, can chew it, it looks very enjoyable. However, after eating for a while, Mingshen was watching the heavy rain outside the cave. He said depressedly: "Hey, today is a bad luck. I haven’t woken up before, and I was stunned by the abbot. I’m tired for a long time.挨 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 揍 奶 奶 奶 奶 奶 奶 奶 奶 奶! What about the scenery?"

Xiao Hua’s eyes turned and he handed out a jade pot and handed it to Mingshen.

"What is this?" Ming and Wei Wei, some puzzled look at Xiao Hua.

Xiao Hua smiled and said: "You don't want to drink? Barren here is just there, send you!"

"Ah? Shizu... This... Is this wine?" Mingshen was absolutely overjoyed. Almost a hand grabbed the jade pot and sniffed a few times before the nose was put into the jade pot. Immediately brewed intoxicated, extremely exaggerated, "Master, you ... you are old, what is good wine! How did the disciples never drink before?"

"This is a barren wine sent by a poor friend. If the poor road is naturally not drinkable, it will be cheaper for you!" Xiao Hua said with a smile.

"Ling... Spiritual wine!" Mingshen licked his mouth against the jade pot, and both eyes were smashed. He had never had such a wonderful spirit, and he really did not drink much.

After a few mouthfuls of mouthfuls, Ming and Shen were biting a few rabbit meats. Suddenly, "the cockroaches" spit the rabbit meat on the ground. It was very annoying: "Drinking the spirits, how is this rabbit meat? Is it difficult to eat? Is there such a spirit wine, if there is no dragon liver phoenix how to match?"

"Ha ha ha, little monk, don't want to be greedy!" Xiao Hua laughed.

Ming and deep crying face, extremely careful to hide the jade pot in his arms, said: "The ancestors killed me! With this spirit wine, how do the common disciples of the wine swallow afterwards? Do not say wine, it is the ordinary meat. The disciples are boring to eat!"

"How? Poor and good heart to send you spirit wine, but sent out the problem?" Xiao Hua eyes pick, cold and cold.

Deeply surprised, I hurriedly laughed: "Where, where... The disciple feels that he has drank this wine, and there is no regret in this life!"

"This is almost the same!" Xiao Hua nodded slightly.

"Right, Shizu, what do you always look for in my family? Let me talk about it, the disciples used your old wine, how can you make some strength for you? Or the disciples will be upset!" Ming Shen is very interesting and asks.

Xiao Hua smiled and said: "You have nothing to do with the specifics! You have to talk about your usual habits and so on, let the poor listen!"

"Yes, the disciple understands!" When listening to Xiao Hua, he did not use his own help. He only asked about the movements of the Zen Master. He was very happy, and he said everything he knew, nothing is said to Xiao. Hua listened.

Xiao Hua listened and nodded, and the brow wrinkled more tightly.

It is similar to Xiao Hua’s conjecture. The temper of the Zen Master is not a general eccentricity, and his generation is also very scary. The ordinary Buddhist disciples are afraid to call him. For the monks of the Jinshan Temple, the Zen Master of the Desolation is just like treating his own children. He said that he would fight and say that he would be a slut, that is, the disciples of the next generation who came to the door to ask for advice. It is also like this. If you don’t get it, you will turn your face and catch people. But when someone comes to the door for help, the Zen Master will never help, and no matter what means he will use, he will not care. In the words of Ming and Shen, the Zen Master is a synonym for jealousy, brutality, and jealousy. (To be continued.)