Chapter 1297

Peng Fei is really angry and crazy. As a man, he has been bullied by a woman twice and again. What's the matter? A man's heroic spirit burst out from the depths of his heart, burning like a volcano.

Baji turned around and looked at Peng Fei. The corners of her mouth rose and smiled, "what did you say just now? I don't know. Say it again."

Peng Fei's tiger body was shocked, and suddenly the erupting volcano in his heart was frozen and petrified. He looked at Xuanyuan angrily and scolded again: "who spoke just now? Xuanyuan said it. I didn't say anything. It must be you. It must be you. You see, it must be Xuanyuan."

When Xuanyuan heard the speech, he laughed and said, "I don't know. Who says who knows, go upstairs."

Yi Yi smiled so much that her tears fell out and almost rolled down Xuanyuan's shoulder. Baji is the natural nemesis of Pengfei. Xuanyuan can only accept the cheapness of Pengfei. Now Baji is here. If Pengfei wants to be cheap, he has to weigh the consequences.

Baji turned around and looked into the distance. Her eyebrows were like spring mountain and her eyes were like autumn water. She was very clear. Her black hair was flying in the wind. She was full of domineering and bullish. She looked like she had a different taste. Her white skin made people want to touch it.

Peng Fei's body was shocked and his spirit was huff and puff. He shook the yellow sand in his hair into fly ash and followed closely behind the people. He had no choice for Baji and could not fight seriously. However, the strength of the other party overwhelmed him. Killing himself was as simple as killing an ant. If it was a real fight between life and death, he could set the overall situation of Feng Shui, It won't be inferior to Baji, but now only the life of being bullied.

If he was as good at fighting with Xuanyuan and was as strong as Xuanyuan, there would be nothing to fear. At least he could resist half of her moves, he would not be so miserable as now.

The group walked very fast, four or five miles at a time, and the speed was amazing. It was only between the steps, and there was no deliberate hurry. The steps were like a high wind, but there was no wind and sand. The group seemed very low-key.

Many devout Buddhists, seeing the speed of Xuanyuan and his entourage, could not help looking shocked. If they could reach the "blissful Buddhist temple" at their speed, they would have hope, even if they knocked three steps and worshipped nine steps, but they were ascetic monks. They kept practicing and moving forward all the way, and their speed was constantly increasing.

Soon, he arrived at the oasis mentioned by Xuanyuan earlier. It was what Xuanyuan saw through his real eyes. It was 360000 li away. It was not far away or near. Some people were extremely poor. They could only fall down in the yellow sand, be buried and die silently. It can be said that the land under their feet, I don't know how many pious Buddha bones are buried.

In this oasis, grass is everywhere. In the yellow sand sea, there is a strong fighting spirit between heaven and earth everywhere, which nourishes the people on this land. There are layers of thick mist floating in the air, scattered, and several towering ancient trees. The branches are like every Qiulong winding. They are lifelike in shape, with thick leaves and strong branches, Each wanzhang ancient wood is carved with exquisite Avenue patterns. Obviously, these ancient trees have grown up after many robberies and punishments.

In this oasis, Xuanyuan saw many Buddhists resting here. In the center of the oasis, there is an extremely clear lake, which can be seen by light, reflecting the clarity of the sky and the grandeur of the yellow sand sea. From every point of view, the reflected scenery is different. You can even see a mirage, showing a huge Buddhist country with great momentum, Magnificent * *.

In the Buddhist kingdom, Buddhists worship devoutly, and the power of faith is surging like the sea. Everyone has surging Qi and blood, strong flesh and strong spirit, a harmonious and peaceful land, guarding their own land. Sanskrit can be heard everywhere, boundless Dharma, falling from the sky, witty words everywhere produce lotus, flowers everywhere, grass grows and eagles fly. The scene is prosperous, making people's heart peaceful.

Xuanyuan Yigan and others were filled with emotion when they saw this scene. As expected, Buddhism is not small, but a small oasis can see such an atmospheric scene.

"One flower, one extreme joy, one sand, one world, one tree, one Bodhi, one leaf, one Tathagata, one water, one Buddhist country..." Xuanyuan thought deeply and whispered with emotion. At the moment, Xuanyuan was dressed in an ancient monk's robe, and friends flew in a saint's Robe. Most people can't see it, but they will also regard them as Buddhist disciples.

Yi Yi won't attract much attention from others, because there are many ancient animals in Buddhism, but they are subdued by eminent monks and turned into mounts, which doesn't hurt people, not to mention the lovable little animals like Yi Yi.

But Baji is different. Baji's blood is boiling, and her war intention is like the sky, like the ocean, rolling like the tide. Countless people have to attract their own blood, so that their strength can resist Baji's boundless war intention. Her breath is incompatible with the harmony of Buddhism.

Almost the moment she stepped into this oasis, everyone looked at Baji and couldn't help frowning. They could feel Baji's strength. As long as Baji didn't challenge them, they wouldn't say much.

The children of Buddhism are the most tolerant relative to the major forces. As long as they don't want to invade them, they won't hurt others.

Xuanyuan sighed, looked at Baji and said nothing more. Baji paused and said, "do you want to drive me away? I think it will be very eye-catching and bring you trouble with you?"

"Ha, there's nothing. Don't think too much, but you can choose to restrain your breath. It's very hard and easy to break. It's domineering and kingly. It's always better to go too far. After all, we're on someone else's land now. It's better to be low-key and introverted." Xuanyuan gently smiled and dialed a thousand kilograms in four or two to open Baji's words.

When Baji heard the speech, she restrained her domineering breath that day and expressed her kindness to the public. However, her physique was so good that she had to be. Soon, the resentment in the hearts of some Buddhist children present was eliminated, and the tension naturally generated by her body was naturally dissipated. They had heard of the "Baxue royal family", The Taigu royal family was able to show kindness to them, which surprised them.

Here, the strength varies. Some people only have the realm of immortals, others reach the peak of sages, and even some people can't see through.

"Let's find someone to ask the way." Peng Fei always feels strange when he comes to Buddhism. It may be because he has visited several places where ancient monks sit and melt.

In Buddhism, an ancient monk sits on the ground and does not pay so much attention to tombs as other great forces. He may also be on a stone cliff, in a dilapidated ancient temple, or in a common people's house. He is lucky to meet him several times and get him a treasure left by an old monk in the realm of ancient sages and sages, Since he got it, he can encounter some strange things from time to time. For example, during practice, there is an old monk's face smiling at him, shining like a chrysanthemum, which makes him feel creepy, or from time to time, he can see the voice of an ancient monk sighing continuously, or from time to time, there is a low Sanskrit chanted by the old monk, It made him feel goose bumps involuntarily. All kinds of weird things made him bring a trace of cause and effect with Buddhism. Therefore, when he came to Buddhism, he still had some resistance in his heart. Only after this great disaster, he also understood that he always had to pay back when he came out, so he made up his mind to come to Buddhism and end any cause and effect together.

Xuanyuan naturally didn't know what Peng Fei was thinking. These things were unknown. Looking at the ancient monks in the four directions, they either worshipped in the distance, recited the Sanskrit mantra, or meditated and practiced, which condensed into a magnificent idea, which made Xuanyuan embarrassed to bother. However, not far away, Xuanyuan saw a monk wearing a broken cassock and full of patches, With a broken hat and a broken straw fan in his hand, he walked four or five times and whispered: "wine and meat have passed through the intestines. The Buddha has left it in his heart. Is there good wine and good meat?"

Many Buddhists frowned when they looked at the tattered old man, but they still didn't say much. Among Buddhists, Mahayana Buddhism and Mahayana Buddhism have various branches, each with different cultivation methods. Usually, as long as they don't invade each other, they can still respect each other and make a place like this, It's really not easy.

Seeing this man, Xuanyuan couldn't help but feel a move. He went forward and asked, "master, we want to ask for directions. Can you give us directions?"

The shabby monk looked at Xuanyuan bleary eyed and smiled, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow teeth: "if you ask where to go, please bring good wine."

Xuanyuan twitched at the corners of his mouth and paused. He took out the "drunken immortal wine" from his bucket ring. This was a jar left by Xuanyuan at the family dinner that day. He gave it directly to the crazy monk in front of him and said, "master, how about you try this wine."

The crazy monk drank the jar of wine from the gourd around his waist. After shaking for a moment, he took a sip and looked intoxicated: "yes, yes, it's good wine, but there's a smell of stealing. This wine is stolen."

When Xuanyuan heard the speech, his eyes jumped, touched his nose and said, "this is a jar that my good friend stole from his grandfather for me."

Xuanyuan had to be honest. The crazy monk in front of him was absolutely unusual. Xuanyuan couldn't see through his depth. Although he was crazy, he was absolutely unusual.

"Well, well, what do you want to ask, say it." The crazy monk looked drunk, fell directly to the ground and drank drunk immortal wine one mouthful at a time.

"What do you call the master?" Xuanyuan is polite.

"I'm crazy." Ji Dian smiled and took a special look at Xuanyuan.

Xuanyuan nodded and said, "master, dare you ask in which direction you should go to the 'ancient temple of King Kong'?"