Legend of the Cultivation God

"Hey? Do you not go down and see?" Jing Xianzi had some obvious words, and asked with a smile.

Xiao Hua replied: "When you know it, you don't have to look again."

"Daoyou is not afraid that this is Xiaojun's first arrangement?" Jing Xianzi reminded Xiao Hua.

"If a king of a country can arrange the rural sang village to such a place, this monarch will also be a generation of Ming Jun." Xiao Hua smiled. "Jing Xianzi may not understand farming, and does not understand that farming is not easy to falsify."

"Really..." Jing Xianzi is also sighing. "Although he is in charge of a country, most of the state affairs are the responsibility of the monarch, and he is only responsible for the provocation of Confucianism and his own cultivation."

"Yes, when it comes to this, Xiao finally understands why Xiao Jun is going to Yaotai Mountain."

"Well, I already know it." Jing Xianzi grinned. "These disciples of these Buddhism, although practicing, can not practice a few Buddhist monks to protect the magical powers. In this way, Shan Liangguo is afraid that it is not easy to resist the country of Zuo's near Confucianism. Provocation."

"Yeah, the world is not perfect, and there are always disadvantages." Xiao Hua sighs. "The practice of the single Liang Guoguo teacher is certainly to make the people rich, but the country is not strong. Since the country is not strong, it is difficult to protect. The blessing of the people. Xiao Jun is afraid to see this point before he travels to Yaotai Mountain."

"In any case, it is better than the Xiao Jian who lied to you!" Jing Xianzi smiled coldly, and then suddenly stunned, looking up into the distance, the strange road, "how? So many monks ... is to do? ”

Xiao Hua had already discovered that he smiled and said: "Who knows. Maybe there is a meeting of the Fa, can these monks join in?"

"It seems... it’s coming to Xiaodaoyou!" Jing Xianzi’s eyes screamed. “It’s hard that Xiao Daoyou disputed the two abbots within the two temples. Did they come to the scene?”

Xiaomou touched his chin, and looked thoughtfully into the distance, his body slowly slowed down.

But in the first few places in front of the head, about a dozen monks sat in the air in the middle of the knee. Each monk held a wooden fish in his hand, while "Dangdang" knocked and chanted in the mouth. It was on the way to Xiaohua’s flight to Shanliang.

These ten monks are naturally nothing. What surprised Xiao Hua was that under the dozens of monks, there were hundreds of monks in the mountains. These monks seem to have no Buddhist magical powers. Can't fly. But it is also the same in the hands of wooden fish, like the monk in midair, mourning the Buddhist scriptures in the mouth.

"I don't know what it means to be a Buddhist monk. I don't know what it means. Is it because I am welcoming me?" The scene was a bit strange, and the Jingxian fairy said, "Of course, perhaps Xiao Jun’s message was sent back to Liang Liang. In the country, the national division of the Buddha’s family sent a refuge..."

"I don't know, I still have to look at it before I look at it." Xiao Hua was a little chilly, and said that he would fly forward. In fact, Xiao Hua is also a second monk who can't figure it out. If this is really Xiao Jun's communication, then some of the previous farming things may be the arrangement of the Buddha's national teacher!

"You wait to block the old man's way, what is the matter?" Xiao Hua flew to the front, and God read it, knowing that these monks are just the realm of Yuan Liyiyi, and they are not in the eyes, faintly asked.

When I heard Xiaohua ask, a monk in the middle flew out and said: "Amitabha, the different ways of the Tao, the predecessors of Confucianism, still turn around, I alone Liang Liangguo did not have the people to be found by the predecessors."

"Do you know what the old man is looking for?"

"I don't know how to be poor." The monk did not change his face. "Although I am a single Buddha, the country is a Buddha, but the national teacher never cares about the Buddha. I just want the nationals of Shanliang to live a stable life. Please ask where the seniors came back."

"Are you waiting for the old man's way?" Xiao Hua sneered. "Are you qualified to give orders to the old man?"

"The poor are not afraid!" The monk said, the path turned from the original position, sitting cross-legged, bowing to mourn the Buddhist scriptures.

"Oh..." Xiao Hua screamed coldly, and the whole body was surging, and rushed toward the monk. The powerful momentum was not so wide as the monk pushed away. Although the monks did not get rid of the people, they also let out a channel, Xiao Hua calmly flew away from the channel.

"These monks are strangely tight!" Jing Xianzi flew over, turned to look at the monks, the monks were not discouraged, the face was without any twilight, rectified the formation, slowly flying in Xiaohua and quiet Behind the fairy, still remembering the Buddhist scriptures by knocking on the wooden fish.

Above the ground, although the monk can't catch up with the monk in the sky, it is also Anbu's car, and slowly move forward.

"What are these monks doing?" Xiao Hua was a little angry, because between the gods, every ten counts in front of the head will have some monks blocking the air, apparently not willing to let Xiao Hua enter the capital of Shanliang. . Moreover, the cultivation of these monks is low and shallow, and even the quiet fairy does not care, let alone Xiao Hua.

"I don't know all about it!" Jing Xianzi smiled bitterly. "It seems that the capital of Shanliangguo has hidden secrets. They don't want Xiao Daoyou to see it."

"Hey, I know so, Xiaomou will not go to Chenghui Temple, and it is better to kill the capital directly." Xiaohua said with some remorse.

Jing Xianzi instead comforted: "Do you think that if you go directly, you are afraid to see everything. At this time, the road friends are pressing step by step, but let them expose the horse feet!"

"If you think about it carefully..." Xiao Hua's eyes narrowed. "You and I both came to Shanliang. Besides Xiao Jun and Yu Ji, who knows? If they were subpoenaed, they even rushed back. Liang Guo, how can these Buddhist monks come out to stop Xiao?"

"Daoyou has been entangled in the two temples for a while, and it is not ruled out that they are subpoenas." Jing Xianzi accompanied Xiao Hua to slowly fly, and his heart was also thinking.

"Of course, they also have the possibility of subpoena!" Xiao Hua nodded. "Xiao Xiao did not reveal the Taoist magical powers. It was just the dressing and cultivation of Confucianism. How do these monks know that Xiaomou is Xiaomou? Again, they are It is the smallest temple in Shanliang. Can they know what the secret of Shanliang is?"

"Well, the Taoist friend said that it is reasonable. This must be sent back by Xiao Jun." Jing Xianzi thought for a moment, as if there was not much possibility, he could only agree.

"And..." Xiao Hua looked at the face and the monk who was blocking. If he thought, "It may be a misunderstanding! Let Xiaomou go and ask!"

Said, Xiao Hua urged Yunxia to fly in front of the monk in front of him, and sure enough, seeing Xiao Huafei, the monk flew out, some screaming voices said: "My Buddhist disciples only accumulate merits in Shanliang, and I don't want to fall into the dispute of the Buddha, but also ask the seniors to turn around. There is no such thing as the predecessors."

"Well, the old man asked you, what is the old man looking for? Who are you looking for?" Xiao Hua said faintly. "Where are you waiting for someone to come? Is Xiao Jun already back?"

"The predecessors said that the poor are not known!" The monk is not angry, his hands are combined, "the bitter sea is back to the shore."

"You..." Xiao Hua was a little angry, and sighed. "Well, the old man only asks you a sentence. Has Xiao Jun returned to Shanliang?"

"If Xiao Jun in the mouth of his predecessor is the lord of my single Liang Guo, that barren can tell the predecessors, where is the king in the Long Ting?" The monk said faintly, "but the predecessors are masters of Confucianism. I am a single country, the country of Buddhism, the Buddha in the country, the predecessors..."

"Go..." Waiting for the monk to finish, Xiao Hua sneered, screaming, and sighing out, and the monk rushed to the head and said, "Who is looking for the old man... In fact, you wait for the juniors. Can stop! Go... call Xiao Jun to the old man!!"

"Predecessors, please turn! Please turn!!" A monk fell, dozens of monks stood up, and the monks behind the monks immediately knocked out the wooden fish, and the mouth was chanting with each other. Actually, I also used the magical power of Buddhism. I heard that Xiao Hua was quite noisy, like a group of flies flying in the ear.

"Hey..." Xiao Hua raised his hand and wanted to pull it out. He thought about it for a moment, and he was too lazy to be entangled with these little monks. He was motivated by Yunxia, ​​and his body shape rushed again. As before, he flew easily. go.

"Oh, huh..." Jing Xianzi rarely saw the impatient appearance of Xiao Hua, and grinned and chased the past.

"Where is Xiao Jun!" Soon after, the group was a group of monks. The cultivation was obviously somewhat growth. Xiao Hua said nothing when he said, "Let him come to see me!"

"Amitabha!" The unknown monk is pleased with his hands. "Predecessors please turn around. My family's ancestors said that the people who were asked by the predecessors are not in Shanliang, and the seniors have to move forward..."

"Oh..." Before the monk finished, Xiao Huajing flew over the head of the monk, and the monk could only catch up with a group of monks.

"Xiao Daoyou is angry..." Jing Xianzi knew that Xiao Hua was repeatedly deceived by Xiao Jian and Xiao Jun. He was really annoyed and hurriedly whispered. "Maybe there is some misunderstanding."

"Well, indeed, Xiaomou asked Xiao Jun where they are, but they said that Xiao is not looking for someone. This person and Xiao Jun may not be alone." Although Xiao Hua was angry, he could not stun his head and nod his head. "In fact, if neither of them is named Xiao, Lao Tzu is too lazy to manage it!"

"Hey, I still don't say that I am angry." Jing Xianzi heard Xiaohua's mouth with "Laozi" and chuckled.

"Well, there are monks in front blocking it, Xiaomou asks!" Xiaohua’s face is a little red, and Xiao Jun and Xiao Jian’s things are actually the teachers of Shan Liangguo. It’s hard to break the chores. Everyone knows that Xiao Hua is unclear and it is normal.

Xiao Hua is a small, dry old man in front of his eyes. It looks like he is not young. Xiao Hua stands in the air and swears: "The Master invited."

"Amitabha, please come back to the seniors." The old man did not talk to Xiao Hua, and his hands were tied to the theme. (To be continued...)

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