Legend of the Great Sage

In a trance, he seemed to remember that there was a world where he couldn't help the old lady when she fell to the ground, and it was best not to even get close. [w.SuiMеng.lā would never want to hit the old lady on a somersault in this blissful world and still get money.

In comparison, it really is such a good world!

Not only that, the onlookers were concerned: "Child, are you alright!" "The aunt was not careful when she walked, she might hit the child!" "Oh, I don't know how many years I haven't seen such a small child. It's pathetic."

The "spectators" are not only indifferent, but the warmth of human affection is like roasting people.

"Dansheng" felt empty in his heart, and quickly confessed: "It wasn't she who hit me, it was me who hit her!"

The crowd loves him more and more: "What a good boy, he speaks for others when he is bumped!" "Yes, yes, come on, child, buy some cakes to eat!"

He was quickly overwhelmed by Bodhizi: "I don't want it, I don't want anything!" It was difficult for him to escape from the enthusiastic onlookers.

"It's so strange, so strange, the sparrow tramples the old hen, the ant is three feet six, and the old man sits in the cradle."

He shook his head and hummed a song, following the abbot of Yangon, surging through the crowd, but unfortunately there were no other children on the street, and no one came to sing with him.

Suddenly, the abbot of Yangon stopped: "Let's spend the night here."

"here!?"

It is neither a temple nor an inn, but a large square.

At this time, the west mountain is sunset, the lanterns are beginning to go up, and the square is full of people and lively. Many people lined up, singing and dancing, no matter how you look at it, it is not a place to sleep.

"Yes, it's here."

"All right."

"Dansheng" sat down on the steps holding his cheeks and looked at the dancing crowd. The sunset dyed his cheeks as red as an apple, and unconsciously filled with a smile, he looked no different from ordinary children.

The abbot of Yangon suddenly felt a little bit of unbearable, maybe he should not be involved, maybe not only should he not help him recover his memory, but should help him completely seal the past.

The heroic determination that belongs to "Li Qingshan" is behind the mountains of corpses and blood and boundless karma, and he does not want to be like ordinary practitioners, treating all beings as ants.

Then there will never be peace of mind, and you must bear this karma. So he became more determined, even if he died in battle somewhere, he would take it for granted.

Now, when I recall what he said in the Pure Land Temple in Black Cloud City, it is still deafening and bloody:

"I laugh at how weak you are. You are almost the same as those who view all living beings as ants. Because you can't bear the pain in your heart, you have to give up your good thoughts and put down your butcher's knife. Both are distorting your heart. How much difference is there?"

"Have mercy in your heart, and fear the devil in your heart. Carrying a butcher's knife and slaughtering a strong enemy outside is not a pleasure. Why go to the Land of Elysium?"

"Murderers are always killed. Since I kill, I am ready to be killed. I don't seek bliss or longevity, so how can a monk save him?"

It is not as mysterious as Buddhist scriptures, but this great determination and perseverance is simply incredible.

At this moment, "Dansheng" suddenly jumped up: "I'm going to dance!"

Those dancing guys kept teasing him, and after a while, he also learned the dance moves a lot, and finally couldn't hold back and jumped into the arena.

Whoa! As if a spoonful of cold water was poured into a hot oil pan, the atmosphere in the square immediately became warm.

A figure flashed in front of him, and it was the old lady who bumped into him. She had an unusually strong figure and kept spinning in circles.

"Children, you are here! Compete?"

"Compare, compare, who is afraid of who!"

"I, Zhang Su'e!"

"I, Li Dansheng!"

The old and the young fought and danced in the center of the square. The crowd surrounded them, cheered, and danced.

Zhang Su'e has been immersed in this practice for many years, visited countless dance masters, walked through countless squares, and practiced this dance skill, which is a flying shot, which makes people completely forget her age and immerse in her dance posture.

However, she was soon surprised and shocked. This child seemed to be able to dance when she was born, and every movement was smooth and flawless. Where is this child, clearly a dance master! Soon she couldn't keep up with his dance steps, and she was defeated.

"Dansheng" was in high spirits, and defeated each dancer. The cheers surged like waves, and the air seemed to be burning.

He dances recklessly, like a shower, like a whirlwind, like a frog, like fighting a tiger, not only the dance moves he just learned, but also Yangko dance, peacock dance, Latin dance from the past and deep memories , tap dance, street dance...

He became the one-of-a-kind lead dancer, and everyone followed his steps.

The abbot of Yangon shook his head and smiled bitterly: "That's all, just a Yangon, what qualifications do you have to help Li Qingshan choose a path?"

"Dansheng"'s eyes were half-open and half-closed, forgetting everything around him, as if he had fallen into a dream. When I feel great joy in my heart, it is not enough to express without dancing; I also feel great anger, and it is not enough to express it without dancing; I also feel great sorrow, and it is not enough to calm down without dancing.

Every emotion becomes an action, even radiating out of the square, inspiring everyone to do the same.

When the bell rang, a team of guards in armor and armed with swords approached the square: "It's getting late, the big guys should be gone!"

On weekdays, everyone would disperse when they heard the bell, but today, no one paid attention to the urging of the guards. Instead, more and more people came from all directions.

The guards passed the crowd and rushed into the center of the square, trying to stop the "leader."

However, he still danced indulgently, his third eye suddenly opened on his forehead, and he shot out a burning divine fire around his body, preventing the guards from getting close.

A statue of a god appeared on his body, wearing a crown of flame, holding a small drum and flames, and also dancing, but the movements were very slow and full of power: he slowly raised his left leg, his right foot stepped on the flame halo, and his four arms gently stretch.

There was a clanging noise, and even the guards lost their swords and danced along, fascinated, forgetting their duties.

"Dance of the Demons!"

Abbot Yangon frowned, somewhat unexpectedly. I almost forgot that Li Qingshan cultivated the way of Da Zizai, and now he is showing the "Dance King" of Da Zizaitian, and there is clearly a trace of divinity in it, even he can't stop it.

The flame halo revolves endlessly and reciprocates, symbolizing the cycle of generation, preservation and destruction. No one can escape such a cycle, just like everyone in the square at this moment.

Even people who have never been able to dance, dance enthusiastically and instantly become a dance master, but they are somewhat like marionettes.

Unconsciously, he turned the square into a dojo for his practice, turning everyone into his followers, and the cultivation of the primordial spirit grew rapidly.

The night became darker and the lights went out all over the city, leaving only this square.

The bell struck twelve for the final warning.

The abbot of Yangon's expression changed: "Come!" (To be continued.)