Chapter 269 (1/2)
”Elder martial brother Shen Tian, I have admired you for a long time!”
”It's said that elder martial brother is the son of fortune favored by fate. Is this true?”
”I heard that you ranked first on the God of war stele. It's an unprecedented eight star Tianjiao. It's so powerful!”
”Elder martial brother, I grew up listening to your story. Do you have a Taoist partner now? Can you think about me? ”
……
When Shen Tiangang came to the white lotus emperor, a pile of Orioles and swallows came up.
Their faces are full of spring, one by one they rub against Shen Tian.
Suddenly, Shen Tian felt that he had made a mistake.
Originally, Shen Tian joined the group of Bailian Tianzun, because he liked this group of people with many eyes, so it was convenient to fish.
But after joining the group, he regretted.
He forgot that he was a man of extraordinary beauty and was the focus of attention wherever he was.
Even if there are more than 100 people in the group of Bailian Tianzun, he is still destined to be the one who attracts the most attention.
How can you dive for fish secretly when you are being watched by so many people? This is not funny!
Oh, how troublesome to be handsome!
”Ladies and sisters, please be quiet, please
Shen Tian's face sank down: ”this is to encircle the evil spirit cult, not a field trip.”
”Please pay more attention to the big housework. Don't take the attitude of disapproval. Once again, this is not a drill!”
”Shen does not want to see any elder martial sister or younger sister injured after the encirclement and suppression test!”
Shen Tian's words were so loud that all the young nuns stopped chattering.
However, their eyes towards Shen Tian became more adored.
He is worthy of being the son of Shenxiao. He is not only so handsome, but also so gentle.
It's not only so gentle, but also very powerful, and I like it very much ~
it makes people want to listen to him unconsciously!
Love love ~
seeing that Shen Tian had such high prestige among those young disciples, Bai Lian Tianzun's face showed a gratifying look.
On the contrary, Chilian Tianzun looked at the group of female disciples with a bad expression.
She is surrounded by red fire, rosefinch and thunder. She looks gorgeous, dignified and Irritable.
”Pay attention to me, when I'm here to visit mountains and rivers? And the girl, she lost the crystal
”In this immeasurable ancient country, maybe there are cult monks hidden in that corner, and they may attack at any time.”
”In this case, do you want to have any of these? Can't you die? ”
”In your present state, there is only one way to die when you meet evil believers!”
A red daguandao appeared in the hands of Chilian Tianzun, in sharp contrast to her graceful body.
The flaming flame was burning on the knife, and Chilian Tianzun said indifferently: ”if you enter the boundless ancient country, you may encounter danger at any time.”
”If there are any more chattering, no wonder I'm heartless!”
After that, Chilian Tianzun raised the red flame Guan Dao and shot at Wuliang ancient China.
Fiery martial uncle, hacking people online ~
”elder martial sister Chilian is impatient. Don't care. In short, be careful.”
Bailian Tianzun laughs to keep up with Chilian Tianzun, and danwu Tianzun holds Yao Tai mirror guard beside him.
A group of people, magnanimous toward the boundless ancient country shooting away.
……
At the same time, Wuliang ancient China.
In the dilapidated palace, there is a monk.
The monk was dressed very strangely, and his head was only half shaved.
His left half of his head was shiny, and his right half was smooth and black.
On the left half of his forehead appeared a half ”*” Buddha pattern, but on the right was a monster black flame.
The left half of the body is covered with white robes, while the right half is dressed in black armor, just like Shura.
He simply sat in the palace, with the light of Buddha on his left, reflecting all the beauty, harmony, solemnity and bliss.
But on the right there was black smoke, from which blood and fire could be seen, a corner of turmoil, endless slaughter and blood.
This strange monk seems to be between the true Buddha and the evil devil, between life and death, between positive and evil.
There is a saying in the Buddhist language: there is no end to the sea of suffering. Turn back and become a Buddha by putting down the butcher's knife.
But the monk seemed not to be on this shore, on the other side, or in the sea of suffering. He was full of ambivalence.
He was reciting some Scripture in his mouth.
Each character he spits out will condense into runes and hang around him.
If there are Buddhist eminent monks here, perhaps you can hear that what this population is reading is the supreme classic of Buddhism, Dafa Ruo Jing.