Chapter 421

．．.．．．．．．．．．． There are many trees in the Tibetan heart Buddhist temple. Bodhi trees surrounded by several people can be seen everywhere, growing in front of and behind the house.

In the center of the hall is a large hall with a length of more than ten feet and a width of more than ten feet. Several glittering Buddha statues are enshrined in it. A dozen young monks ranging from 35 to 17 or 18 are reading Buddhist scriptures to the Buddha statues under the leadership of an old Huajia monk.

The Huajia old monk didn't have any Buddhist accomplishments, but he was surrounded by Buddhist Qi and there was a circle of Buddha light behind his head. It was obvious that he was a Taoist who studied Buddhism.

The other young monks, several years old, have fallen asleep on the futon. The older ones, in response to the little monk's careless chanting, sit on the futon without a sound, sniffing the aroma of big steamed bread from the kitchen in the backyard from time to time.

The little monk holding don't beg took him straight over the central hall, bypassed the back hall and wing rooms in the double yard, and came to the backyard. There are several humble huts in the backyard. On the left is more than 30 mu of agricultural land, in which half yellow and half green rice grows just right, and several mu of land is full of vegetables such as green vegetables and radishes. On the right is the kitchen, firewood room and stone houses built of several large stones. The aroma of boiling soup and medicine is blowing from one stone house.

A skinny old monk with an arrow about eight feet high came out of the kitchen with a pot of porridge to feed some hounds playing in front of the hut. As soon as the monk holding don't beg saw the old monk, he shouted, "master, the disciple has made another seven level floating slaughter. Unfortunately, the disciple's mana is shallow, only half of it has been made, and the rest depends on you!"

The old monk turned his head tremblingly. His eyes were as cold as electricity. He glanced at don't beg. Then he nodded slowly and said, "Shanya, Shanya, this Taoist friend is seriously injured. Well, was this Taoist friend robbed of money or color? Why were his clothes stripped off?" Glancing at the Black Dragon Spirit ring and spirit cultivation ring hanging on the chest, the old monk suddenly smiled: "it seems that it's a robbery. Taoist friends have no less money and goods!"

The words of the old monk and the young monk echoed back and forth. They were so angry that they almost jumped up and broke their baldness. The little monk is just the cultivation of the golden elixir in the early stage. The old monk also carelessly mixed the strength of the golden elixir peak. Thanks to their courage, they dare to bring monks in trouble outside to their hometown. Don't they know that there is a saying in the world called "unpredictable people"?

Looking at the old monk's bright smile, don't beg, coughing violently, smiled bitterly and said: "master is joking. Hey, I just met several enemies, I couldn't resist being hurt, and my clothes were burned by my enemies. Dare you ask me the Buddha's name?"

The old monk put down the porridge basin and said in a long voice, "I hide my heart. That's my evil disciple's heart."

Don't beg. I'm just about to hypocritically praise others. The name of the two masters and disciples is really exquisite, ingenious and simple IELTS. Suddenly, the door of a hut on one side opens, and a hoarse and ugly voice comes out: "master, when can we leave this ghost place? I can't stand the vegetables and turnips every day! The disciples want meat, drink and women!"

With this dry and ugly voice, the ugly face, wearing a crude linen monk's robe and walking unsteadily, the blood madman came out one foot high and one foot low. The blood madman is thinner than when he first saw him. He is almost as thin as the old monk hiding his heart. Don't Qi always feels that the blood madman is as thin as the Rwandan refugees on earth. He can't see anything on his face except a pair of pale big eyes and two rows of pale big teeth.

The blood madman came out shivering with a cane. He complained about the poor living conditions in the Tibetan heart Buddhist temple, and then said with a smile: "Hey, hey, let the madman see. Which unlucky guy is the same as our teachers and disciples and was saved by the monks here? Hey, we have eaten vegetables and radishes for half a year, but we haven't seen any meat foam!"

Don't beg stared at the blood madman. When the net just came out of the hut, his eyes were hurt by the sun. The blood madman who rubbed his eyes ruthlessly suddenly saw don't beg and was stunned. The two stared at each other for a long time, and the blood madman screamed: "master, it's bad, the enemy is coming to the door!"

The sound of a violent cough came, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps. He was also thin, but he still ran out of another hut with a big, evil stride. As soon as he got out of the hut, he shook his body and almost fell to the ground. He stared at don't beg, trembled, stretched out his hand, pointed to don't beg and shouted, "do you really want to kill all of us? Our teachers and disciples have hid here, and you won't let us go?"

He stroked his cheek in amazement and found that when he was hiding underground, in order to deal with the dead breath in his body, he had been unable to pay attention to the magic of changing his appearance and body shape. Now what he was exposed to him was his original appearance.

With a wry smile, don't beg, shake your head hard and say, "you two, can you be safe for a few years? You can run so far!"

Don't beg is to admire the mentors and disciples, who don't know what the outside world is like. They actually ran all the way from wanxianxing to Pangu, and seemed to get out of the siege after being seriously injured. How can he not admire them.

With a sigh, don't beg your jaw: "it's big enough for Pangea. We can all meet. It's really fate!"

He and the blood maniac were stunned and looked at each other. They saw that don't beg had no malice to their teachers and disciples, and don't beg was also seriously injured. Even his fingers rarely moved. It didn't look like he came to hunt down their teachers and disciples.

After pondering for a moment, he shook his head and said with a strange smile, "you're not here to kill us! If you want to kill someone, you don't beg. It's not qualified!"

The blood maniac sneered. He rubbed his finger joints hard and made a "click" sound. He sneered: "master, why don't you be this boy here? He is the grandson-in-law of Yandan. Among the people who hurt the master that day, there is Yandan!"

"Huh?" The old monk Zang Xin stared and punched the blood crazy man on the head, The old monk shouted angrily, "presumptuous! This is the pure land of Buddhism. How can you fight and kill? Since you know each other and escape here after serious injuries, it proves that you are destined to Buddhism. It is the intention of the Buddha to let you meet here and resolve your hatred! Who dares to say that you don't even have to eat vegetables and carrots!"

The blood madman was beaten and screamed, and hurriedly ran away with his head.

The old monk was waiting to teach the blood madman a few punches. The door of the kitchen next to him suddenly opened. A strong monk with a fat body, a height of about Zhang, a waist circumference of at least one Zhang and two feet, and white flesh waves all over strode out. The monk carried a basket of steamed bread in his left hand and a pot of vegetables and radishes mixed with boiled rice porridge in his right hand. He shouted, "it's dinner, it's dinner, the bald donkeys are coming to dinner!"

After a cup of tea, at the gate of the Tibetan heart Buddhist temple, don't beg, don't beg, and blood maniac squatted on the foot high threshold of the Buddhist temple. In his left hand, he carried the coarse grain steamed bread with the head of two children in Qin Dynasty, and in his right hand, he carried a sea bowl the size of an adult noodle door, filled with green vegetables, turnips and miscellaneous rice porridge without any oil and salt. He looked deeply at the valley ahead.

Chewed a hard half cooked steamed bread like a stone, drank a mouthful of rice porridge with little water and no taste, and didn't beg. Don't breathe deeply: "master and apprentice Wang, you've made do with such food for half a year? You've been wronged. You're really wronged!"

The blood madman wanted to cry and looked at the rough food on his hands without tears. He slowly opened his mouth and chewed a mouthful of steamed bread.

"If I hadn't been seriously injured, I couldn't absorb the spirit of heaven and earth to heal my wounds. I could only rely on these rice noodles to supplement my physical strength. I would have... Broken these bald heads, burned the Zen academy and roasted these bald donkeys!" His body was trembling. He howled: "for half a year, 189 days, there is only one coarse meal that pigs and dogs don't eat every day..."

The blood madman cried in a low voice, "there is no wine and meat, no beauty, nothing."

His voice trembled and complained: "only a group of old monks, big monks and little monks surround you all day and say that you are destined to Buddhism and want you to shave your hair and become a monk. Don't let the king restore his magic power, otherwise, otherwise.

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Don't beg. You look at your master and apprentice and sigh: "you can't forget the kindness of saving your life. If you kill your benefactor, tut Tut, you will have a big magic barrier to practice in the future!"

A mouthful of blood almost didn't come out. He stared angrily and didn't beg. He turned around and didn't bother to look at him anymore.

Don't beg and ignore him. Instead, he found the blood madman and asked him about the experiences of teachers and disciples in recent years.

It was also very simple. On that day, they killed Yu Hetian. After he digested the Yuan Yin Qi from Yu Qianqian's body, the teachers and disciples slowly returned to Jidu. As a result, as soon as they returned to Jidu, he was invited by Su Meier to understand the double cultivation magic power.

Just when he wanted to kill an immortal, he could not become an immortal, and he could not die. YAN Dan led all the experts in the big Yan Dynasty to worship and attack, and almost turned him into fly ash on the spot. Fortunately, the great joy wheel was so powerful that it protected the blood madman who was also seriously injured and fled out of Jidu all the way. The two masters and disciples fled in a hurry, passing through immortals and Baiyun star, from Baiyun star to xiaodongyuan heaven, and then to Protean heaven. Then they escaped all the way, robbed monks and robbed spirit stones, and escaped to Pangu.

When they arrived in Pangu, the two masters and disciples were already scarred and could not live without death. But their lust never dies. When they meet some beautiful women who repair the road, he immediately rushes to rob the lust and is ready to rob several furnace tripods to heal his wounds. God knows that those beautiful female practitioners are very hard backstage, and Yao Wang successfully robbed two female practitioners of the golden elixir realm. A 32 grade immortal came through the air, and one blow almost killed Yao and the blood madman.

The two masters and disciples escaped by chance, but they could still have the strength to jump a few times. When they were rescued by the little monk guarding the heart to the Tibetan heart Zen academy, they were already dying and covered in rags, which was no different from ordinary people. If not, with his nature, how could he stay in the Zen academy and eat his nest?

After listening to the cry of the blood madman, don't beg for a few laughs of schadenfreude. Suddenly, a cloud shining above the valley, and a cloud holding seven or eight handsome and beautiful young men fell down.

The handsome man who led the team threw a small storage bag at Wuqi. He said coldly, "this mountain is the territory of my Anhe Chengmin family. There are 100 lower grade spirit stones in it. You are limited to move out in a quarter of an hour, otherwise we won't blame us for dismantling your broken Zen house!"

Don't beg to pick up the storage bag that fell in front of him.

What is this? Did he encounter the forced demolition of the pangaean version? (to be continued, if you want to know the future, please log in to the starting point, more chapters, support the author and support genuine reading!)