Chapter 83： Forum (2) (1/2)

Buddha head Buddha head, the head has special meaning in the Buddhist scriptures, cut love, inherited Huiguang, the root of all law. Touching the monk's head is like touching the dragon against the scales.

Ji Zhe's face was angry, and the white suit was encouraging, and she was ready to go.

The head of the Buddha whispered, ”Amitabha, bear.”

Precepts are like gimmicks, condensed and angry, and folded their hands together: ”Hundred forbearance becomes a Buddha. Secular people are not worthy of consideration. Master said very much.

The Buddha's head shook his head: ”I mean, if you can't beat others, you will just be patient and don't want to cut.”

Ji Se thought for a while, and she was convinced sincerely: ”Master sees through the essence of things, returns to normal, and admires them.”

After all, he stood still by the door, meditating on the Buddhist scriptures and letting grandma and grandma knock on his head, indifferent.

Grandma is also a dead girl, humming while tapping her head.

”The relic, the color is not different from the empty, the empty is not the same color, and the empty is the color, and if you want to know, it is the same as it is.” It does n’t die, it does n’t get dirty, it does n’t increase, it does n’t increase or decrease.

Caution:

The mentality of extreme people is gradually exploding

The Buddha's head sank: ”Is the child OK?”

Grandma stopped and finally let go of the young monk and changed the old monk's bald head: ”Okay, okay, it's just one death. Brain pain, brain pain, think of **** and brain pain”

Caution: ””

Thank you, Master, for cutting meat and feeding eagles, and forgiving yourself.

The entire Lianghua Temple is no stranger to Wushuang War Soul. Li Wuxiang was a buddha head and practiced in Lianghua Temple for a few years. Even though the war soul and the Buddha head fought the Great Heroes Hall, although the floating slaughter tower was destroyed, it was destroyed. The large plaque and the broken Buddha statue did not hurt any monks after all.

When Ji Xie entered the temple, the fighting spirit had already claimed the spirit beads, and Li Wuxiang died and died. The story about that brother and the fighting spirit was told by the brothers and uncles in the temple. If this scene is filmed and passed on, it will definitely cause a stir.

”Muyu is still old and hard.” Grandma and grandmother knocked on the head of the old bald donkey and had no interest. She sighed and sighed: ”Although I live longer than you, the world is not as thorough as you, and there is one thing that is difficult to understand. . ”

”What troubles the donor?”

Grandma snorted: ”My grandson is not the same as the heirs of previous generations. The heirs of the past are somewhat constrained by clan concepts. He is better. He doesn't take old ancestors seriously at all. He must be threatened to be obedient. The brain is also more alive than other people, and there are always bold ideas. Do you say this time is good or bad? ”

This is the same as hearing the words ”Emperor” and kneeling down, but now people will dug their nostrils and look at you.

The times have changed, but in this life, the times have become too thorough. The ancestral aura is no longer powerful, and unlike Li Wuxiang, grandma and grandma have always thought that he was raised by Li Wuxiang himself. On his body, grandma could not find the slightest ancestor majesty.

The head of the Buddha said lightly: ”The poor monk only knows that the common people are fed and dressed, and the times are good. As for the donor's worries about the child, the poor monk has a slight opinion and tells him everything.”

”Say.”

”You can't blame the society for backing up. Children can't teach well. It has nothing to do with the times.”

”That makes good sense.” Grandma slapped her lips.

She looked at the statue silently, and after a moment, she whispered softly, ”The desire of man, the reliance of prosperity, and the cause of death. The natural world, the reciprocation of all beings, and the destruction of the world.”

Outside the Daxiong Hall, the dark clouds were over the crowd, and the weather was sultry. It was predicted that there would be rain today afternoon. Depending on the weather, a heavy rain would come.

The green brick paved square is lined with tables and chairs and offers tea, snacks, fruit and cold beer. Two red and bright banners were pulled around the venue.

Left: Warmly welcome Wusong War Soul to come here for guidance.

Right: The blood of the world is a harmonious and loving you and me.

The symposium was initiated by Wushuang War Spirit, and the venue was selected in Lianghua Temple. The organizer was Baoze Group.

The inviter included the seven major families, the prestige of the Taoist Buddha Association, as well as the insurgents with a good reputation and innocent resumes.

As the host, the second son of Wang constantly twitched between the major forces and cut off the gauntlets. The meeting should have begun, but Wushuang War Soul was not able to show up. Some people on the court drew criticism and looked dissatisfied.

Whoever is upset, Wang's second son came forward to appease, something good.

Wang's second son is thin and dark, and looks like a middle-aged peasant who is facing the loess back to the sky. He is a disciple of Lianghua Temple. The master is the eighteenth apprentice of the Buddha head. Ming Wang Yin, went down the mountain to practice in his youth, broke into the prestigious name of Dao, nickname: Dali King Kong.

Wang's second child is better than blue out of blue. Not only has he received the true biography of the master, he has also trained many hard skills. His smooth and exquisite character is just the opposite of the traditional method. The King of Thunder and Lightning asked him to preside over the symposium. In addition to his relationship with Lianghua Temple, the exquisite character is very suitable to be used as a lubricant in the middle. The worst thing is that he is going to make a mess. He is also a stone in the pit, very resistant to crickets.

”The forum can't be held, and people will not leave.”

”No, if you ask us, don't take it easy.”

”Well, just now I was born, I was thinking of ordering the world.”

Dissatisfaction came from all over the venue, and the second wife was too tired to cope.

”Oh!”

The door of Nobita's treasure hall was pushed open, the hot pants were compassionate, and the grandmother dressed as a girl next door crossed the high threshold and appeared in front of everyone.

The noisy sound suddenly choked, and the scene calmed down.

After a lapse of 20 years, the women's war spirit of the Li family has reappeared in the world. The young people who met her that year have become middle-aged uncles. The middle-aged uncle is already pale. The old man became even more droopy.