Legend of the Cultivation God

"Hey, it's natural... Listen to the predecessors who have a relationship with the body, and a fidelity! If the Taoist wants to listen, the whole body can be broken down for the Taoist friend..."

"Good..." Xiao Hua stalked, "Xiao Mou likes to listen to other people's wall roots, and the fairy is talking!"

"Oh... it’s not serious!" Jing Xianzi’s face was reddish, and after scorning Xiao Hua, he then gently opened his lips and shouted.

At this time, the stars are bright, the crescent moon is like a hook, the distant mountains are undulating, the water is floating near the water, or the sound of the wind whistling into the ear, or the sound of Song Tao is in the heart, there is a fairy in the ear to light the story of the past, but also under the body Tianma is flying fast, and Xiaohua in the night is obviously drunk.

In the past, Xiao Hua did not think how big the Tibetan immortal continent was, especially in every small country. It was thousands of miles away. It was much smaller than a city in Xiaoyu, but this time I went to Yaotaishan to participate in the Yaotai meeting. He only knows that he still wants to be worse. Although the country of the Tibetan continent is small, there are many countries, and the whole continent may not be small. Under the guidance of Jing Xianzi, this time it flew to Shanliangguo, and the speed of Tianma actually flew for half a month. It is also to let Xiaohua understand that the Tibetan continent is also a giant, far from I thought about it myself.

"Xiao Daoyou..." Seeing that the scenery in front has changed, the mountains began to gradually become low, the water began to flow, and the creeks separated from the big rivers, turning the fields above the earth into pieces, and the Jingxianzi got up. "Three hundred in the front is the border of the single Liang country."

"Oh? The goddess of Jingxian can actually see three hundred miles away?" Xiao Hua then got up and smiled. "It seems that there are secrets in cultivation!"

"The only secret left in the body is also known to you!" Jing Xianzi said with a smile. "It's not a secret, it's a gift!"

Xiao Hua touched his nose and smiled: "Xiao has tried his best to find secrets and treasures, but it is not like you. It is so powerful at the beginning."

"Cut..." Jing Xianzi is even more pouting. "Don't mention any cultivation. You have the opportunity to go to the mysterious figure. Where can you compare with the ordinary people?"

"Oh..." Xiao Hua smiled faintly, looked up and saw that it was a water town under her body, a little bit of lakes. A glimpse of paddy fields is either in the mountains or on the slopes. There may be terraces that are familiar to Xiao Hua, and the ripples are all over the mountains.

In the mountains, in the terraces, there are people who work hard, under the shade of trees. Next to the river is a child with a laugh. That gully. On the lake, there is a small boat or a net, or a wandering, the end is a weather of water and rice. There is a voice that sings like a voice. From time to time from above the canoe, sprinkling the earth while there is a strong voice like a gryphon from the shore, with the woman's songs to interact with each other, singing and sharing the beautiful scenery to add a lot of vitality.

"Not bad..." Jing Xianzi was at high altitude and couldn't help but praise. "First of all, let's not say how the monarch of Shan Liangguo, this simple folk style, the richness of life is enough to make the whole body look at Xiao Jun."

"Well..." Xiao Hua also laughed. "More than this, it is so far away from Yaotai Mountain. Xiao Jun is a country's king who is far away from the country. He is not afraid of domestic chaos. The monarch is able to do this. It is also commendable."

"Will you look deeper?" Jing Xianzi’s mouth was slightly tilted and asked with a smile.

"It shouldn't be necessary!" Xiao Hua nodded slightly. "But since it is here, so beautiful, why not stop for half a day?"

"Good!" Jing Xianzi is also happy, with a little Tianma and speeding a car, smiled. "In this case, the Taoist friend and the Tianma and the speed car are collected? I am easy to install."

"If you want it!" Xiao Hua laughed, but this is his good show.

Only after Xiao Hua took the speeding car, suddenly he browed his head and looked at the distance. His eyes were amazed.

Jingxianzi was aware of it and hurriedly looked at it, but the far-reaching place was a small mountain. The mountains were full of terraces, and the terraces were filled with water and light, and some bright and dazzling. At this time, it is noon. It is the time when the sun is shining. But among the terraces, there are many people who are farming. The hard work of this is nothing strange, but the people who cultivated these are bald. Although they are wearing robes, their robes are not very clean, some are muddy and some are dirty. Many cultivated monks seem to be tired, and their robes are loose. They are lying down in the shade of the trees and resting on their backs. Where is the sorghum look?

"Oh, some strange!" Jing Xianzi also laughed. "The Buddha disciples who are known to the whole body are not holding shackles in their hands. They are everywhere. They are all high-profile, and they are like the world." How can the monks here be so vulgar and have to cultivate themselves?"

"I'll wait and see!" Xiao Hua's face was smiling, very interesting.

After waiting for the two to fall from the sky, the appearance has not changed, the clothing has been changed, Xiao Hua is a Confucian dress, holding a folding fan in his hand, the look of the son, the Jing Xianzi changed the ordinary clothes, but since there is no change, Jing The beauty of the fairy is still far beyond the ordinary world, and the end is bright and unpredictable. The two people walked along the road just for a moment. From the people on the road, whether they were walking by car, but all men couldn’t help but look at Jingxianzi. Many people still drooled in their mouths.

Xiao Hua smiled bitterly and said: "Jing Xianzi, you may wish to change a little. If you look at it like this, why should I fall from the sky?"

"Oh..." Jing Xianzi covered his mouth and smiled. As Xiao Hua walked into the woods next to him, he had to look out from a distance, and his appearance had become ordinary.

"This is almost the same!" Xiao Hua smiled slightly, squinting at the terraces in the distance, and quickly walked over, seeing an old man sitting on the ground resting and going to the front of the hand, "Amitabha, the master invited!"

"Oh, don't dare, don't dare!" The old man listened to Xiao Hua and called his master. He hurriedly climbed up from the ground and folded his hands together. "The old is a common singer. When the master is not called, the son does not dislike it." It can be called a poor flood."

"Oh, master Chonghong!" Xiao Hua listened to the old man's law, knowing that although the monk is not young, but the age is really low, it is also polite to call a "master."

"The donor is really polite, and the old monk is enough!" It seems that at this time, the old monk only woke up, and he should call the son of the present as the donor. However, I heard that Xiao Hua called him "master", the old monk was very happy, his face was full of red light.

Xiao Hua smiled and said: "Chong Hong master is too persistent, whether it is a master or a monk, isn't Chonghong a monk? What changes can this be?"

Xiao Hua’s words are very Buddhist. If there is a sorghum, he must secretly nod and may even re-send. It is a pity that Chonghong scratched his head and laughed with a smile: "Small donor, the old man has just shaved for half a year, and the Buddha's Dharma... I don't think the little donor said that the old man really doesn't understand. If you have anything, you can go to the mountain." Hui Temple goes. Oh, if the little donor does not know the road, the old man can take the donor past."

“No need!” Xiao Hua said with a smile. “I just passed by and saw the folk customs. Especially the old man like Chonghong’s master, who was working in the field, was very nahan in his heart. He stopped to ask. ""

"The old man has lived in the fields for a lifetime, and does not cultivate what to eat?" Chonghong scratched his head and smiled slyly. "The old man does not know what is strange about this."

"Come, come..." Xiao Huayi La Chonghong old monk, smiled. "I waited to sit down and talk, you are afraid that you are tired, do not have to stand."

Said, Xiao Hua look at the stone next to it, sitting down, where there is the manner of the Yuan Ying master!

"You are a good boy!" The old monk of Chonghong saw Xiaohua sitting in a posture that was very familiar and smiled. He said to Jing Xianzi behind Xiao Hua, "The little lady is a good blessing, so there is no shelf. The son must be a good person at home, and will not be mad at the little lady."

Jingxianzi did not know how much older than this old monk. At this time, listening to the old monk’s words, there was a faint smudge on his face. If the eye of the smoke could not help but stunned Xiao Hua, she looked around. Look, the brows are slightly wrinkled, and there is something neat on the ground next to the paddy field. Jingxianzi is always unable to sit down at will.

"Oh, the little son is also a blessed person!" The old monk of Chonghong praised the fairy, and did not forget to praise Xiaohua. "The little lady looks at everyone who is a big family, has good education, although she has never been to the country. For the sake of the younger son, I would rather stay by the side. In the future, the son of the son must be... the slap in the face, and the sly."

"Ha ha..." Xiao Hua laughed, knowing that the old monk said that he was arguing with an eyebrow and arching his hand. "The old man is sitting down, let's talk casually."

"Well..." The old monk of Chonghong sat down with his ass. It was very easy to get something from the waist. Unfortunately, it was empty. It was very embarrassing. "Oh, it’s good to be a monk. Eat and drink, there is still work to do, but unfortunately there are more precepts, the old man smoked and did not know how many years of dry smoke, and now have to quit."

Xiao Hua said with a smile: "If you can't stop, then don't quit, why bother yourself?"

"That can't be done!" The old monk of Chonghong hurriedly waved his hand. "Since the old man entered the Buddhist temple, he must hold the Buddhist commandments. The old man can't humiliate me."

Immediately, the old monk was very alert and looked at Xiao Hua: "Isn't the young man testing the old man!"

"Oh, the monk should claim to be barren, and the younger son should also be called the donor." Xiao Hua replied with a smile.

"That's different!" The old monk is very proud of the swinging hand, and it is also a "that is not good", just like a sorghum... (To be continued, please search for floating astronomy, the novel is better updated faster!

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