Legend of the Great Sage

Li Qingshan held his head in his hands and frowned, his body arched and his back high, like a struggling cow. ~~щww~suimеng~lā had a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

All kinds of magical changes began to reverse.

The Bull Demon is trapped in the mud!

If all the mud doesn't exist anymore, why are you attached to it? Who wants to suffer if there is pleasure!

This is "Bliss", a "Pure Land" without suffering.

He roared in the sky, the wind and clouds were turbulent, his fangs were thick, and his eyes were about to split.

However, his mind calmed down in an instant, and he had already made a decision - Phoenix Nirvana!

The bright red fire spread and engulfed him, but that was not enough. As long as the beauty and emotion in his memory still existed, he would not be able to resist this "bliss".

It is impossible to give up, and even more unwilling to give up. Memories are one body, beauty and ugliness, emotion and pain, how can they be clearly distinguished?

He didn't know that Xiao An killed countless people and committed heinous crimes. But in his eyes, there is no difference between Zhu Yan and Bai Gu, they are his Xiao An!

How should this memory be divided?

A long sigh, urging the turtle to change - seal the town!

His eyes were suddenly dazed, as if he had emptied all his thoughts, reflecting the clear blue sky, which was also burned by the fire and fell from the high sky.

boom! A stream of light flew by and landed on a field.

An old couple came in a hurry, the fireworks were lingering, the sparks were blowing, and they couldn't get close for a while.

But they didn't seem to know the fear, and the old man picked up the guy and opened a path.

At this time, the cry of a baby suddenly sounded in front of him, which was a bit strange.

The old couple looked at each other, anxious and quickened their pace.

Hurrying through the scorched sorghum pole, the old man's feet were empty.

The flames in the Tiankeng have not yet been completely extinguished, and in the middle of the broken eggshell lies a baby, wrinkled and pink.

Clenching his fists and kicking his calves, he seemed to be fighting an invisible monster, and he burst into tears.

The old man slowly slid down the sinkhole, put out the embers, and approached the baby.

The baby suddenly opened its eyes and stopped crying, a pair of big red eyes that clearly reflected the surrounding scenery.

The old man stopped, not daring to approach.

But the old woman passed him and picked up the baby, her face full of excitement: "Look at the old man, it's a doll! It's a doll given to us by the Buddha!"

Before they came to this blissful world, they ate fast, chanted Buddha, accumulated virtues and did good deeds all their lives, but they did not have a child or half a daughter. They were typical representatives of the local "good people don't get rewarded", and they didn't have any regrets. I was led to this blissful world, but I didn't stop thinking about it. Today, my dream finally came true.

When the old man heard this, he no longer hesitated. Immediately knelt down and recited the Buddha’s name without stopping.

They took the child back to the house and fed him rice porridge. The child refused to come and ate and drank more than adults.

The old woman smiled brightly: "Oh, it's fortunate that it is in the realm of the Buddha, otherwise we will be eaten and poor by him."

The old man slapped his thigh: "Okay, I'll go grow some more pumpkins, and I'll be able to harvest them in a few days. Feed this kid's pumpkin soup."

This blissful pure land has "flowers that never fade at four seasons, and the scenery of Changchun at eight festivals". The climate is warm and suitable, there is no severe cold or heat, and the land is extremely fertile.

Farming is no longer the drudgery of "facing the loess and turning your back to the sky", but has become a great joy. Plant whatever you want to eat. Plant it today, and it will sprout the next day. Every day, it will bloom and bear fruit. There is an indescribable joy, and the field will always be filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Seeing the child grow up day by day - yes, this child grows every day, every moment, the next day he can run around all over the place, and he can eat more and more, and a few days later, the newly planted pumpkin Land, has been completely unable to satisfy his appetite.

The old couple does not find it strange, presumably in this blissful world, children grow up as fast as melons and fruits!

On this day, the child was eating melons, when suddenly an aura passed through his mind and looked up from the skin of the melon: "Who am I?"

This can catch the old couple by surprise. These days they have been discussing the name of the child a lot. For the child given by the Buddha, the name must be careful and meaningful. Pillar".

But they don't have much knowledge. In the past life, the village dolls had such a name. The old man even smoked three bags of dry cigarettes, but he didn't get anywhere. Give one too."

The old woman nodded at the old man's head, and hated that iron was not steel: "You old man, it's really too little to pick up gold, and I can't count on you. I'll go to the temple in a few days to ask for one."

However, after a few days, the child asked the question by himself. The old couple looked at each other, speechless.

"Who am I?" The child threw the skin of the melon, his voice even louder.

"Have it!" The old man slapped his thigh again: "You were born from an egg, so call it 'egg birth'!"

The old woman glared angrily at the old man, but the old man didn't notice it at all, and said triumphantly: "My surname is Ruan, you are Ruan Dansheng."

The old woman snatched the cigarette bag with her hands, and hit her head: "You are the soft one, you are the soft one!"

While parrying, the old man plausibly said, "I'm not a softie, why would I be beaten by you?"

The child muttered to himself: "Dansheng? My name is Dansheng." The word "Ruan" was automatically ignored.

Suddenly smiling, he jumped up: "I'm an egg student! I want to eat melon!"

"The watermelons are all eaten." "Let's go planting soon!"

The old man picked up a handful of melon seeds on the ground, carried his hoe, and walked out of the door dejected. "Dansheng" followed behind his ass, waiting to eat the melon.

The old man smiled: "Don't panic, don't be in a hurry, it won't grow for ten days and a half."

"Dansheng" did not give up, and still followed, the old man patted his head and came to the field to plant the seeds.

"Dansheng" squatted on the ridge and waited, staring straight at the melon field.

"What a stupid kid!" The old man smiled and shook his head, but suddenly heard "Dansheng" mutter something:

"Long! Long! Long!"

A pair of crimson eyes gradually turned into blue, clear as water and green as leaves.

The melon seedlings burst out of the soil and grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, blooming yellow flowers, and round fruit under the petals, which swelled like a balloon, and in a moment, the melons were ripe and the stems fell!

"Dansheng" rushed into the melon field, picked up a large watermelon that was bigger than his head, smashed it apart, and ate it again.

The old man sat on the ground with a butt: "Oh, my mother! Come out and see the old lady!" (To be continued.)