Legend of the Great Saint

On the Big Foshan, Zhong Rong Qi Ming, raised a round of Buddha light, including Buddha Buddha looming, the goddess indulge in the blue dance, chanting the sound of Zen singing, can be heard thousands of miles.

Tianlong Zen, all of them, both hands in the direction of the Daxiong Hall of the Mountain, and read: "Amitabha."

"Zen Heart Faith! I don't know which disciple has such a blessing?" A middle-aged monk stopped the broom in his hand and thanked him.

"The brothers don't have to envy, we just have to work hard to practice, there will be such a day." The young monk next to him persuaded him, then he looked down and washed the leaves, no longer looking around.

"Hey, how easy it is!"

Just as the big banyan king condenses a wisdom fruit, it takes a lot of effort. Every Zen meditation meeting of Tianlong Zen also consumes the willingness to accumulate 10,000 years. The choice of each object is cautious.

"Qingshan Shidi is really not a devil."

In a meditation, a monk with a light opened his eyes and smiled, and then closed his eyes and continued to practice.

In the center of the Daxiong Hall, Li Qingshan placed a less formal squat under the gaze of the Buddha statue. His hands were freely placed on his lap, and his long black hair was draped. On the bronze face, there was also a solemnity.

Suddenly, the eyes of the Buddha's tiny eyes seemed to open up a little. In the rich golden lips, the mysterious Zen sound was spit out. In an instant, the sky was falling, and the golden lotus was in the same place.

The smallpox falls on the sea of ​​knowledge, swinging a round of rims, smashing the intersection, and opening a lot of golden lotus.

Li Qingshan's posture gradually relaxed, and he simply changed to sit on his knees. Support the cheek in one hand, if you think thoughtfully on your face, if you realize it.

Outside the main hall of Daxiong, the fearless look is loose: "He really has buddha."

If the devil from the demon domain comes to enjoy this Zen meditation, it will inevitably collapse the will, the magic is out of control, and the murder is on the spot, but his face does not have a trace of struggling color, and he is frankly aware that he is not the devil.

"Senior brother is still not at ease!" Not angry and laughing.

"If you are an abbot, you can't worry."

Time flows. As the sun sets, the sky is getting late, and only the light on the Great Foshan is more invented, and the believers within a thousand miles. They all fell to the ground in the direction of Dafoshan. Pay homage.

Suddenly. A seven-color light glows from far and near, breaking into this golden sky and falling in front of the mountain gate of Tianlong Zen. Turned into a ruddy complexion, a sultry sultry man, wearing a gold silk red scorpion, pendant with gems, exudes a strange light, holding a nine-ring Zen stick in his hand, walking between, creaking.

"Seven treasures brothers came to visit, there is a far-reaching welcome."

With a loud bang, the mountain gate opened wide, and the second hole in the mountain road was opened. The fearless cockroaches personally greeted them, and they clasped their hands together and performed a ceremony.

"Fearless younger brother, since you succeeded the abbot of Tianlong Zen, we have not seen it for 130 years!" The seven treasures of the king also gave a gift, a smile on the lips, but it was a flash.

"Please!" Fearless, big sleeves, and the second side of the mountain came to the top of the mountain, and did not roar.

"Unfortunately today, the Daxiong Hall was occupied, please ask the brother to sit in the temple." Fearless.

"I don't know who is listening to Zen Buddhism in it?" asked Qi Baojun Wang at the Daxiong Hall, which was closed at the gate.

"A disciple." Fearless, unwilling to say more, and look at each other without anger, are wondering about the Qibao monk's intentions.

The three came to the temple, and the small sand was holding the tea. The seven treasures were stained with the lips and they were gently put down.

"Is this tea not appetizing with the brothers?"

"Drinking the Sanye Bodhi tea of ​​Lingguo Temple, the other teas are always less than a Zen."

"The temple door is small, there is no better tea. There are a few altars for good wine. Can the seven treasures drink?" No smile, he laughed and drank the tea in the cup.

"The anger is not the same as the past. Although the murderousness is much less, the temperament of the wine is more and more serious. Although Zen is not rude, the Buddhist commandments still have to be kept. Otherwise, why do you make the sentient beings?" Frown slightly.

"The responsibility of this sentient being, only the Qibao brothers can take responsibility, dull as I only have the hope of the hope." Not angry.

The Seven Treasure King heard the irony of it and smiled a little: "I advise the younger brother to not be too arrogant today."

I don’t roar and raise my eyebrows. I want to speak, and I’m afraid to ask: “Nothing goes to the Three Treasure Hall, and the brothers don’t retreat in Longzhou. What happened to Qingzhou?”

"Speaking of this matter is related to the younger brother who is not angry. Do you have a disciple named Li Qingshan?" asked Qibao Wang.

Don't yell at the heart: "Not bad!"

"Before seven days, Daxia three princes Zhaoqing went to the court, saying that this Li Qingshan cultivation of magic power, incarnation of the devil, became a demon domain, my Da Lingguo Temple has the responsibility of monitoring the world, the seal of the left national division, I came to investigate specifically, I don’t know where Li Qingshan is now, let him come out and see it!"

The faint road of Qibao Yuwang has an unquestionable taste. He regards this Tianlong Zen as his own. He recalls the account and promise of Zhaoqing before his departure, and he has strengthened his confidence.

Zhaoqing was ruined by Li Qingshan, and it was hard to find a new body. It took a lot of time to get along with the spirit, but it was inevitable that it would be a big loss. The hatred of Li Qingshan was high.

Originally, the prince was ruined by the body, and almost died. It was enough to make the emperor angry with the thunder, but he and Li Qingshan were a fair duel, and it was still his death. If it is in this respect, it is self-defeating. The insult will only become a laughing stock, so I came up with this method.

Fearless and frowning, it really is not good.

Lingguo Temple is known as the first temple in the world~www.wuxiaspot.com~The head of Jiuzhou Bumen, the abbot of Lingguo Temple is one of the two great national teachers of Daxia, and has the name of the disciple of the world, even the Tianlong Zen The abbots are alternately passed down, and they must also report to the Lingguo Temple. Although they only walked through the scene, they can also see their power.

In addition to the name, there is a relatively strong strength, the king of the dynasty has emerged in an endless stream, even in today's decline in the summer, it still makes fearless and dare not to be underestimated.

"Globe!" Don't yell at the scream.

"What do you say?" The seven treasures of the king revealed the twilight.

"Seven treasure brothers, you should not misunderstand, I am not talking about you, but Zhaoqing this kid, he lost in the duel, do not want to practice hard, but to filthy my disciple is the devil, really lost the face of the royal family! ”

"My Tianlong Zen has no secret method." The town's magical catalogue seems to be somewhat similar to the magical power, but it is a real Buddhist practice. I am repairing this practice. Is it also the devil?"

Not roaring and saying, showing "the magical catalogue of the town, exudes a magical spirit, but there is a Buddha." To be continued