Legend of the Great Sage

The watermelon in the sand is extremely sweet, perhaps because it was born in this paradise, the juice is full of joy. [w.SuiMеng.lā

"Dansheng" was eating and eating, and couldn't help giggling. It seemed that he had never been so relaxed and joyful in his life. Suddenly, his cheeks were warm and moist. He wiped and licked them, but it was salty and bitter.

"what is this?"

Blinking his eyes, the blue eyes were like spring eyes, and the salty and bitter liquid on his face became more and more, and he couldn't stop it.

Perhaps it was because he was not born in a piece of paradise and soaked in pain, so only this bitter liquid could flow out.

His chest was heavy for a while, and something was about to come out. His little face wrinkled into a ball, and let out a low growl that looked like a human but not a human.

Rounds of cyan aura erupted, and the vegetation grew wildly, entangled in confusion, and strangled each other.

Like an ostrich, he buried his head in the skin of the melon. After a long time, it finally recovered, and the vegetation withered and withered.

He slowly raised his head and revealed an innocent smile again.

A pair of blue eyes, no longer red.

The old couple were surprised and didn't know what happened.

The man named "Li Qingshan", taking advantage of the phoenix nirvana, when he was at his weakest, sealed everything with a spirit tortoise, avoiding the retreat of his cultivation, like a tortoise retracting its head into its shell to avoid the invasion of the outside world.

He knew, however, that this was just a stopgap measure. Although the tortoise is good at guarding, this layer of fragile defense will not only be eroded by the Elysium, but also be questioned by itself.

He will eventually ask: Who am I?

And just now, the "Kirin Transformation", which had been stagnant for a long time, actually rose to the top of the building when he was completely unconscious. Perhaps this world is suitable for the practice of Qilin Transformation, or it may be inadvertently in line with the principle of letting nature take its course.

In short, his cultivation did not drop but increased, but a gap was torn in the fragile turtle shell.

Those memories full of bloody killings, pain and despair, even if only a hint of it, is beyond what today's "eggs" can bear.

Compared to the lighthearted joy at the moment, the words "above the nine heavens" are too heavy and too vague.

The sealed memory,

There will be time for recovery. At that time, is he still willing to bear the pain again?

In a blink of an eye, it was already a full moon for "Dansheng", and the old couple invited all the families within a ten-mile radius to hold a full moon wine on a threshing field.

Of course, in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, all Buddhist precepts are followed, and the wine, meat, meat, and fishy are not allowed to be contaminated, and all you drink is tea, juice, and juice.

But "Tea is not intoxicating and self-intoxicating", in the fragrant fragrance of flowers, under the warm sun, everyone's faces glowed red, and the laughter was not interrupted for a moment.

In the center of the wheat field is a square table with a rattan chair. The protagonist of the party, Dansheng, sits high on the rattan chair to ensure that everyone can see him.

He looks like he's already ** years old, wearing a tiger head hat, walking on tiger head shoes, and a silver safety lock around his neck, but he is the only person on the field who doesn't laugh, his eyes are half-open and half-closed. Dozing off constantly.

The cracks continue to expand, and the memories of the past infiltrate endlessly, turning into nightmares.

Sometimes I dream of being forced to work, exposed to the scorching sun, and my whole body is sore. Sometimes I dream of carrying a corpse and climbing an iceberg with difficulty.

The most terrifying are those dreams of being chased and killed. The enemies are different, there are ugly and sinister old women, cold and handsome swordsmen, and ferocious black dragons. Every time I was cornered, I woke up from a nightmare.

So he now tries to stay awake as much as he can, and takes a nap when he can't stand it.

Fortunately, when he is awake, he is still relatively happy, and he likes this kind of liveliness.

The threshing field was full of joy, even if he looked up casually and could see him, there were still people around him, three floors inside and three floors outside, all of them were amazed.

Among the various Buddhist precepts, the precept of sexual immorality is far more serious than the precept of drinking, but "eating men and women, people's great desires" is very difficult to overcome.

But in this blissful world, it is not a problem at all, everyone has no idea of ​​****, even husband and wife can't do things in London, so few newborns are born.

In the ordinary world, if it grows so big in a month, it would probably be regarded as a monster. But in this blissful world, no one thinks this way, everyone is full of kindness, and they are sincerely happy for the old couple, looking at "Dansheng" as if they are looking at their own children.

"Dansheng" was infected by this atmosphere and couldn't help but smile.

"Dansheng, show them both hands!" Ruan old man shouted.

"okay!"

"Dansheng" jumped up in response, turned a somersault, stepped firmly on the back of the chair, put on a "Golden Rooster Independence" posture, and shouted: "Long! Long! Long!"

Clusters of wheat seedlings broke out, and in a blink of an eye, the wheat field turned into a golden wheat field.

Amidst the amazement, someone said, "It's amazing, it really deserves to be a child given by the Buddha, Brother Ruan, you should go to the temple to repay your vows."

The old man Ruan touched his head: "This... it's not too late!"

"It's better to hit the sun instead of choosing a day, just go now, everyone!"

The crowd applauded loudly, lifted the table like a sedan chair, and headed for the temple in a mighty manner.

This world is full of temples and treasures, but within an hour, I came to a solemn, simple and ancient temple.

The Zhike monk welcomed everyone into the temple, and invited the abbot to preside over it.

Everyone talked about it, and the abbot was also surprised and a little suspicious. Different from these "village husbands and laymen" who can only chant Buddha, he is a serious Buddhist, and even "Guanyin Sending Children" is an affiliate of the world, not to mention "Buddha Sending Children".

So he showed his "Tianyantong" and took a closer look at "Dansheng". He couldn't help being surprised. He quickly lifted up his cassock and bowed deeply to "Dansheng":

"Amitabha, I don't know if the Lord Jialan will come here. If you have any mistakes, please forgive me!"

What he saw was no longer a child, but a golden, tall and majestic god.

No matter how suitable the world of Ultimate Bliss is for Buddhist practitioners, there are still very few people who can survive the six calamities.

The Jialan God has already belonged to the main god of Buddhism. Although his official position is not large, he has entered the sequence of gods and Buddhas, and can be worshipped and worshipped by believers.

Even if Nirvana is reborn and the memory is sealed, the priesthood still exists.

In the Pure Land of Bliss, monks have a very high status, and when they heard that they were "Jia Lan God General", everyone hurriedly bowed down, and even the old couple did not dare not to worship.

"Dansheng" jumped into the crowd, helped them up, opened his eyes wide, and questioned the abbot host: "You bald man, what are you talking about in blue and green? Get up and don't worship me!"

The abbot was surprised in his heart. Could it be that this god-general does not want to reveal his identity?

At this moment, a magnificent voice sounded outside the temple gate: "Amitabha! Long time no see, General Li."

A monk with a Zen staff, a hat on his head, and an old cassock walked into the temple, "Dansheng" was inexplicably anxious: "Who are you? You also say that I am a general? Or a general plum, why not call it general watermelon? "

"Poor monk Yangon." (To be continued.)