Unbelievable Ninth Young Miss: Emperor, Don’t Run Away!

Chapter 5173 is fatal?

At this time, the sound of the cloud began to sound clear: "Amitabha, Buddha, all the things, are illusory."

Yun Yunyi only said such a sentence, no longer speak.

However, Xuan Hui has a red face. Of course, he knows the meaning of this sentence in the beginning of the cloud. Everything in the world is illusory, and the law is naturally the same.

He just sneered at the beginning of the cloud, and he was obviously blinded by illusion.

In this way, people feel that he does not understand such a simple Buddhist philosophy, it is really shameful!

It’s very satisfying to have no head. It seems that this little girl’s going to the Tibetan Pavilion is not white.

A master and others also praised the beginning of the cloud, and said, "Oh, good!"

Xuanzhi’s head did not smile: “Surely, the famous teacher has a high apprenticeship, and there is no head. Your disciple’s buddhism is really good, but it seems to be lower.

If the cultivation is too low, some deep Dharma may not have a thorough understanding. ”

No one has a faint saying: "He is still young, and his energy is used to study the Dharma. In time, he will go to the meeting."

I don’t know if Xuanzhi’s head is on the door, but is there something to do? ”

Xuanzhi’s head smiled and said: “Without the head, we are all homologous to each other. If the law is hurt, it is not appropriate.

Therefore, it is better for us to talk about it again. If you Zen agree to give up the place, we don’t have to make a big move. ”

Without a head, the face suddenly sinks: "Xuanzhi's head, if you come here to say this thing, then you don't have to say it, there is no room for negotiation."

Xuanzhi’s head is not annoyed, laughing: “Well, since there is no head to insist on a high and low level in the Wanfo Fa Conference, this seat is accompanied.”

Xuan Hui sneered at the side: "My bitter Zen has not entered the world for several years, but the cultivation has not fallen, and the face of your Zen may not be able to survive."

The palm of your hand was frowned, and did not take care of Xuan Hui, but took a cup of tea.

Everyone understands that there is no head. This is a tea delivery, and there is no interest in continuing to talk.

Xuan Zhi’s eyes flashed a sneer in his eyes and stood up and said: “Amitabha, since the mind has been decided, this seat has been resigned.”

No heads faintly said: "Good to go, don't send."

Xuanzhi’s head immediately left with a bitter Zen sect. When he left, Xuanhui’s sinister stunned the cloud.

This loneliness has just made him faceless in the public, and he will be there at the Wanfo Fa Conference tomorrow.

At the beginning of the cloud, she naturally saw the move of Xuan Hui, and she smiled in her heart. She would like to see what kind of moths would come out of this old thing.

After Xuan Zhi and others left, a master said with a worried look: "The head, the bitter Zen, apparently concealed the true strength.

Their actual strength is much stronger than what we know, and this law will probably have big troubles. ”

Others have nodded, and Xuanzhi apparently came over to demonstrate today. The people he brought with him, whether they are sects of the sect, or the squadrons of their peers, are not low.

No one has read the Buddha's number: "Amitabha, everything is fixed, we just need to do our best."

At the beginning of the cloud, my heart grinned, but it was a grandiose one. Isn’t it translated into vernacular, do you accept it? !

If she does not come, maybe these old monks can only accept the fate, but she came to the test star, and the winner of the Wanfo Fa Conference will only be Zen.

(End of this chapter)