Legend of the Cultivation God

"Nan no Maitreya Buddha, Tan Yue is not too happy to be too early, I have not yet explored, I don't know if it is Daxueshan, is it the big snowy mountain where I am..."

At this time, the thunder was exhausted, and a sacred mind that made the South without a big line of Samantabhadra boiled away from the disappearance of the thunder, waiting for what would instantly cover the entire snowy mountain, and the excitement and ecstasy of the sound had disappeared. There is no trace of the film: "Yes, here is the big snow mountain, I am also under the small Linglong Temple. Even ... this big snow mountain is also the big snowy mountain where I am waiting! Because the blissful quest seems to have just begun..."

"Nan no Maitreya Buddha..." Another voice is ringing in the air. "So, you and my heart can be cut!"

"Yes, since it has come back, this welcome ceremony...you don't have to!" In the words, Xiaohua's slender figure has slowly descended from the thunder's place, just like there is a heavenly ladder in Gaotian. With Xiao Hua's coming down, a heavy pressure is like a giant peak, falling to Xiaoling Temple. While Xiaohua’s voice was on the scene, Xiao Hua raised his hand and waved, the huge palm was born, all the fluctuations, all the different light is falling into his palm! However, it is only a moment, the ubiquitous will of heaven and earth will fall again, the sound of "brushing...", the big hand immediately shrunk more than 40%! However, even so, in the high air, in addition to the Buddha's light is still, what five-color halo, what dark black clouds, what Leiguang, what Yunxia is also in the hands of Xiao Hua income. Even if it was like a wrinkled sky, he was healed at this time, and everyone was scared.

The vision has just been eliminated, and the place where the thunder disappears, the Buddha statue grows strange again. "Booming ......" The Buddha light that was previously obscured by thunder light once again flourished. It was a river of faith like a flowing water. Now it is like a flood of the sky, coming from the cracks in the void, and falling into the already solid. The light of the Buddha statue of Buddha.

"Nan no Maitreya Buddha, South no Maitreya Buddha..." Where the river of faith goes. Hundreds of millions of Buddhism are born, and endless ceilings are scattered over 100,000 miles. A kind of fragrant smell fills the air. Thousands of dragons and goddesses begin to appear. The sound of wooden fish, the sound of Wanfo’s mourning is like a scorpio. The unspeakable compassion emerges from the eyebrows of the Buddha statues of Buddha Buddha with this vision! Moreover, this Buddha Buddha image slowly descends, and the goal is the Buddha statue that Xiao Hua has just left!

"Nan no Maitreya Buddha..." At this time, there is no doubt about the Samantabhadra of the South without a big line. As long as the Buddha's light condensed by the power of this faith falls into the golden body of the Buddha, the Buddha who came from the Buddha's country must prove it. There is no Buddha in the south. but. What surprised the South Samantabhadra Bodhisattva was that although the Buddha's golden Buddha's Buddha light did not dissipate, he could not see the Buddha's appearance, but the Buddha's golden body slowly returned to normal, actually slightly Raise your hand, and an eight-piece Buddha is born, wanting to block the falling Buddha's golden body!

“How is it possible? The Buddha’s Lord does not want to prove it?” The South without a big line, the Samantabhadra is dumbfounded. However, that Buddha’s lotus seems to be insufficient to block the Buddha statue. The place where the Buddha statues are placed integrates the eight-piece Buddha Lotus into the lotus platform under his feet.

"Hey, why is it so difficult to be poor?" The Buddha statue sighed, and the compassion in the mouth made the private thoughts in the heart of the Samantabhadra of the South no big line disappear instantly. Then I saw the Buddha statue golden and waved, a seven-color brilliance flashed, and a Buddha fell on the top of his head, blocking the Buddha statue.

"How is it possible? Which Buddha can be... ah? Seven treasures of the tree?" South without a big line, Samantabhadra is completely stupid, "How is this Buddha treasure... South without Maitreya Buddha, the disciple understands. With this alone, the Buddha can also get the Buddha in the South without a Maitreya!"

The Buddha statue of the testimony is blocked. The Buddha’s golden body was restored to its original state, and the Buddha’s golden body turned around. The South without a big line of Samantabhadra has completely collapsed. He is almost in his heart, because his eyes are awkward! !

"This...this...this..." Nan Wu Daxing Samantabhadra feels that his golden body is eclipsed in pieces, and he has a feeling of scratching his ears.

"Two...two brothers, fast, come see..." The dragon horse swelled at the horse's head, and the hooves trembled a little, saying, "There is another monk in the sky!!"

"Fat..." Yan Han swallowed a sip and whispered, "That is Master!"

"Master?" Longma hurriedly stunned and looked at the cockroaches that were still being taken by the five-color enchantress. "Why are our masters not the one?"

"How can the monk who has no strength in the hand to be the master of my class?" Yan Han’s cold voice, "Only the Buddha who can prove the fruit is the master of me!"

"A good brother who sees the wind and makes the rudder!" Longma Hurricane is stupid again. At this time, he also understands the meaning of the words in the Han Han, and involuntarily shouts.

Yan Han smiled and said: "People like me, there are not hundreds of millions of people in the three continents, and there are not many of me!"

"Nan no Maitreya Buddha..." The face is awkward, but in fact, the Buddha statue of Buddha Bodhi is golden and clasped with both hands. When it is time to speak, Xiao Hua speaks, his voice is cold, and it is cold. Although the sound is very light, it can be like a thunder in the space within a thousand miles: "Master, your things are placed next to it! Wait until the poor roads deal with this matter and then say no later!"

"But listening to Tan Yue's instructions!" Bodhi said with a smile, but also slowly walked down the sky. As Bodhi walked out of the sky, the imprisonment of the entire snowy mountain disappeared like a snowy ice.

Seeing that there is no imprisonment, the South without a big line of Samantabhadra can not be scorned, he hurriedly stepped on the lotus platform to fly up to meet Bodhi, hands clasped Shi Shidao: "Psychic Puxian met Maitreya Buddha Buddha!"

"Nan no Maitreya Buddha..." Bodhi waved his right hand, and Buddha's Guanghua made a cluster of small flowers to support the South Bodhisattva. He said, "The poor is not the Maitreya Buddha, the Buddha is wrong!"

"What? The Buddha Lord... The Buddha Lord is not the Buddha Lord?" The South Dawu Daxing Samantabhadra is even more strange. He looked at the Buddha fruit that was blocked by the seven treasures above his head. He almost blurted out. "The Buddhas are all You robbed, you still said that you are not a Buddha?"

Xiao Hua walked over to the small Linglong Temple, and his eyes swept over the temples that had nothing to change. They swept past the old monk who met here on the same day, and then they fell on the shackles that were taken by the monsters. He already It’s tight, today is Jiangliu’s passing through Daxueshan. When I got the leaf from the small Linglong Temple, I could have taken the gold foil before this moment. Today’s Jiangliu is destined to be impossible. Gold foil, destined to be impossible to prove fruit! However, fortunately, I came back in time, this blissful pursuit has just begun, Jiang Liuer is just passing through Daxueshan, and this Buddha’s avatar is only to return to the river by the Baye Ling, and the ancient color gains obtained in the floodland. Liu Er, now as a sly river, can be a complete testimony!

Waiting for Xiao Hua's gaze to move from the colorful brilliance within Yuan Tongtian's body to the light of the scorpion, and when it fell to the shell demon, he laughed with anger and said: "Who are you? Actually daringly disturbing Extremely pleading for peace?"

"Haha, who I am, it doesn't matter, what matters is... Who is behind me!" The demon sees Xiao Hua so supernatural, naturally knows that he is not an adversary, he simply said that he is very sweet, "My ancestor is a thousand demon If you are interested, you don't have to ask! Before you come, I have already stopped talking with Pu Xian. Since the little monk is a buddha who is eager to ask for a scripture, I will not be embarrassed! ... is the culprits of killing my great grandson, I can't let him go, otherwise my face is not good, my family's face is even more unsightly! If my family's ancestors are angry, hit Leiming Temple, I am afraid that everyone is not good. !"

"Ha ha ha..." Xiao Hua laughed loudly. It was really a smile. He said with a handful of colorful monsters. "If you are blissful, you can say this, the poor road will be hesitant, but you can At this time, this is just a joke in the poor ear! The face of your ancestors is not good, the face of Leiyin Temple is not good, Xiao’s face looks good?”

"Xiao Mou??" The demon glimpse, as if thinking of something, suddenly whispered, "You... you are Xiaohua??" Immediately, the demon family's five-color halo flourished, fluttering quickly Oh, it seems that there is a sense of ruin.

"Oh..." Xiao Hua saw that the demon actually knew his name, thought it was an old knowledge, but then the action of the demon, knowing that it must be an enemy, he snorted, and he was shocked, and the demon was surrounded by Imprisoned, the five-color halo is like a big hand and then stagnated in midair.

"Oh..." Xiao Hua raised his hand and grabbed it. The squatting of the sky, the whole body of the South without a big line, the Samantabhadra, had nothing to do with the five-color golden light as a group of light falling into his hands, waiting for the fall. At his side, he looked at the wind and frost between the eyes of the river, and his heart was slightly sour, and he said: "You are staying with me!"

"Yes..." Xiao Hua's gaze is so gentle, straight into the heart of the sly, an unspeakable warmth falls into the heart of the sly, which feels bigger than the day at your Leiyin Temple. Every day, the world must be strong. The care in Xiao Hua's tone is the kind of natural care of the seniors, a pure family relationship in the world, so that there is no doubt in the twins. In the end, I replied with a sigh of relief, and I saw the smile of Xiaohua’s mouth, and the sudden shock of my heart. The eyes suddenly became moist. For a long time, it was already thin, and it was thin. Every time I needed it in the night. In the childhood memories of madness, the familiar appearance of Xiao Hua emerges without a trace! This familiarity makes him extremely safe... (to be continued)