Legend of the Great Saint

Hey! The sound of a cracked metal, the knee was almost smashed. Li Qingshan’s mouth glimpsed, grabbed the Buddha’s head with both hands, and pulled hard, “Get up!”

The thumb firmly buckled the Buddha's eye, and the hands released a round of shocking force, colliding with the Buddha light, inspiring a strange sound, the Buddha swung the golden Buddha's palm and photographed on Li Qingshan's wrist.

Hey! Both carpal bones are broken at the same time.

Li Qingshan grabbed the Buddha's head in his death and death, and never let go of his arm. "This big Buddha is really strong, and the body is stronger than the King of Chu. It is hard to destroy it. If it is a single fight, it is really difficult to defeat it." ”

But unconsciously, the weak and vast Buddha nature has a much smaller impact on him. This is not because of the difference in body shape. It seems that the bulls are stubborn and incompetent, and they are more aggressive than the tigers. It is more suitable for fighting against the atmosphere of these "upper people". When the heart of the tiger is still frenzied, the cow demon is trapped in mud and never repents.

However, he is not alone!

Sunset Xishan, the sun slanted, a moon white robes floated up, plated with a layer of golden red edges, a pair of flawless bare feet gently fell on the top of the Buddha.

"The Buddha redeemed the sin." Xiao An whispered, holding the sword in his hands, without hesitation, a sword stabbed.

The bones of the white sword went straight into the Buddha's head, unexpectedly smooth, until they did not have a hilt.

The body full of power of the Buddha suddenly suddenly stopped, and a golden Buddha light shot from the top of the sword mark. In a blink of an eye, it turned into a ray of light, and the moon white robes swayed fiercely, drowning in the vast Buddha light.

At this moment. The Buddha’s face with no expression at all, suddenly appeared a strange expression, as if a round of squatting, vines to the entire face, and quickly disappeared, a pair of Buddha eyes looked up, although in the blind corner of the line of sight, but clearly saw the existence of Xiao An.

There is no sadness and no joy on Xiaoan. There was a burning flame in the middle of the scorpion, but it was covered in golden Buddha light. For a time, the Buddha was indistinguishable. It seemed to be full of respect for the Buddha, and there was no shortage of slaying.

The Buddha also lowered his eyes and folded his hands to restore the color of compassion. The sunset behind him fell just like the halo behind him. With the same day.

The fearless, high-pitched Buddha, the face that was originally distorted by anger, suddenly recovered calm and calm. Deeply fell to the ground. Read: "You can do everything, all beings are meaningless. If you make a big print, you will be a fearless person."

Not roaring and smiling, not a cynical sneer, but a joy from the heart. Putting the fat body into the ground, the unshakable road: "Compassion for compassion, punishment for evil, good for all, life, etc., can be a Buddha!"

Seven treasures and so on. All the monks are deeply worshipped, and sincerely mourn the feelings of their lives. Millions of sounds are like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, blending into this boundless Dharma, far more voicing than Tianlong Zen.

The Qingzhou landscape, which was shot in the hands of the King of Chu Lie, suddenly became indifferent. There was no such thing as a great majesty to suppress everything. The laws of the world became meaningless. All glory was attributed to the Buddha.

Li Qingshan’s big eyes, the big Buddha with less than a hundred feet in his hand, seems to have become a million times bigger, breaking through the world, looking down from the high places of the name, it’s more beautiful than the sun, no need to wave, just look. Melt everything.

Even if you spend all your life, you can't seem to climb a big toe of the Big Buddha. Even if you are smashed your knees and stand firmly on your legs, there is a kind of bending impulse. It is not from fear or awe of power. For example, the first time humans discovered the existence of the universe, they realized that the whole world they were doing was just a dust suspended in the vast sea of ​​stars, and there was an unspeakable sense of despair.

His knees trembled, his teeth clenched, his teeth cracked and shattered, blood and fire rushed through his mouth, and it was difficult to drown this deep despair. This is more difficult than being chased by the Mohai Dragon King, and it is more dangerous than being threatened by the horrible. Any desperate situation encountered in life cannot be compared with it. Even if it is killed and destroyed, it is just destroyed. At this moment. But the will is shaking.

At this time, if the mind is lost, then it will be finished, but how can we compete with it? Everything in front of you can't even be crowned with the word "enemy". The tiger's devil has nowhere to show its spirits. The longevity of the turtle is just a moment. The phoenix's high cleanliness seems to be humble. Only one can rely on it. Value, meaningless, obsessive!

A screaming sounded in my heart again: "Remember, don't bow to anyone because you have been riding on my back!"

So he, no!

After a while, the last Buddha light disappeared into the sky, and a crack slanted across the cheek of the Buddha. In a blink of an eye, thousands of cracks spread, and the indestructible body of the Buddha was broken and scattered, and the sunset melted the horizon.

A short moment is like a century long.

Li Qingshan still maintains the original posture, and the face of the cow is full of stubbornness. He is in the mud, and his heart is in nine days!

The monks were worshipping the Buddha, and the Buddha dissipated as if he was worshipping him.

Xiao An floated and fell, widened his eyes, and seemed to see another figure in the vagueness. He blinked his eyes and found it to be an illusion.

Suddenly, Li Qingshan fell straight backwards, like a mountain dumping, slamming, leaning on the Big Buddha Mountain.

In the deep underground cave below, Fei Tianyu suddenly stood up, his mouth cracked a few petals, swallowed half of the farmer’s big head into his stomach, and the magic behind him smirked and laughed and said to himself: “Kill once Don't die, kill twice, always die!"

"Qingshan!" Xiaoan came to Li Qingshan's side.

"A group of waste!" The King of Flying Sky sat down again and turned into a thumb-sized flying locust, flying towards the depths of the ground.

"I'm fine, how are you?" Li Qingshan stretched his limbs, gasping for a big mouth, his body slowly shrinking, and returning to normal, a buddha can suppress his mind, a charm can shake the will ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ On the far nine days, what kind of monster is the cow brother contending!

“The harvest is quite rich!” Xiao’an smiled. She not only got all the relics left by the sorghums of the Tianlong Buddhist Temple, but also laid the foundation for her next practice. In the end, the sword’s harvest gave her no more than the former. Small, the right hand lifted, and the Buddha sword was shown to Li Qingshan. There was a golden thread running through the blade, and Li Qingshan also felt the change.

"A nasty sword, stay away from me!" There is a hint of fear in the voice of the mad flower knife soul.

"That is really incredible existence!" Xiao An sincerely said, half is reverence, half is pleasure, even Li Qingshan, who is the same body of God, does not understand her mood.

The faint glimpse of the solitude, but still not open, a black cat in her arms jumped out of her arms and fell beside Li Qingshan and Xiao An, very surprised: "Hey! Big black! Xiaobai! Really you guys!"

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