daily life of buddhism

No matter how you think about it, it can only be Ao Jingfan.

Is it the seventh in the family?

In terms of the reproductive ability of the dragon race, this is very true.

Yue Peng's brain circuits were subtly synchronized with Zhu Liang's.

Who would have thought that "seven" comes from "the memory of fish is only seven seconds"?

Seeing that the Taoist couple should not answer, An Yiyuan settled the remaining porridge in two or three bites, put down the empty bowl, raised his face, in front of him were knuckle fingers and white palms, and then raised his face to meet someone's familiar face.

Only the face is familiar.

"Feel sorry."

An Yiyuan blinked and said sincerely, "Who are you?"

A certain roc that fell off the horse surprisingly quickly: "..."

--why? !

As if he could see the question of the soul from his eyes, An Yiyuan kindly answered: "Well, do fellow Taoists know fingerprints? Scientific research shows that everyone's fingerprints are different, so fingerprints are only tested in modern criminal investigations, and ancient signatures are not the same. It should be the same reason for painting and betting."

And not to mention fingerprints, palm prints are all different.

This disguise is too careless, alas.

In fact, the Buddhist youth once struggled whether to pretend to be fooled or to irritate the other party. After all, the person who can pretend to be him under the eyes of Da Qi must have two skills, but he is really desperate for his acting skills.

Rather than being found pretending halfway through, it is better to reveal it now.

Looking to the sky.

The lesser of two evils.

People have self-knowledge.

"fingerprint?"

Yue Peng glanced at his fingertips and couldn't help laughing, "It's sharp."

Ordinary people can't see so finely. Cultivators can, of course, but in fact, monks usually consciously limit their abilities in this area, otherwise... at a glance, they can see the bacteria in the pores on a mortal's face, and the tiny flying particles in the air at a glance. Worm, this kind of life is really bad.

In other words, An Yiyuan was actually vaguely aware that something was wrong, so he took a closer look.

Yue Peng didn't feel that he had revealed any flaws.

Is it a tacit understanding between Taoist couples?

With Ao Jingfan's face on his face, the big demon Shi Shiran sat down opposite someone, resting his chin on one hand, and said with great interest: "Who do you think... am I?"

An Yiyuan said without hesitation, "Your Excellency Dapeng."

"..."

Yue Peng, who no longer used the changing shape and restored the original appearance of the seabed, said in a faint voice, "Even though I can probably imagine how you guessed it, it is still... unpleasant."

"Sorry."

An Yiyuan is really sincerely apologizing, although it may sound dry.

What can he do.

Regardless of whether this method of taking the big seven branches and pretending to be friendly or not, the technical content is not something that a random monk on the side of the road can achieve, at least it must be a well-known one.Either they are basically at the same level as Daqi, such as Venerable Taiwei, Tianshouzi Daoyou, Dapeng, etc., or they are acquaintances who commit crimes, such as Liuguang Fairy, Qiushi Zhenren, and Mingliu Youth who have a certain understanding of them of……

A very thorough consideration is:

If it is Dapeng first, if it is someone other than Dapeng, it will not matter if you hear this answer; but if it is Dapeng itself, there may be serious consequences if you hear the wrong answer.

The best solution.

He is also helpless.

If possible, I hope to guess wrong.

The surrounding scenes were frozen, as if time had stopped here. An Yiyuan heard Dapeng's deep and laughing voice, "I kind of understand why he likes you." Yue Peng sighed, "You know, I really hope that Ao Daoist friends can have wives and concubines in groups, and spread seeds all over the world."

cough.

What the hell is cloth planting the world? !

Before being able to understand the meaning behind this sentence, the Buddhist youth was choked by this spiritual word.

"In ancient times, dragon descendants and grandchildren were everywhere. Wherever there was a lake, there were dragons entrenched. The aquarium more or less had the blood of dragons. The lobster, dragon fish, dragon turtle... tastes good too." Yue Peng said sincerely Regrettably, "The food in this era is delicious, but it is not as good as in the past."

"……Oh."

How insane is your purpose of making Da Qisheng a bunch to eat his offspring... I don't understand the concept of your monster race very well.

An Yiyuan kept a wooden face, not expressing any opinion on Dapeng's greedy face.

"Don't talk about it."

Yue Peng sat upright and said, "Let's make a deal, Director An."

this title.

Could it be related to the movie?

What a big monster who only keeps pace with the times.

There is no doubt that this is a very unfair transaction, the kind that is enforced. I also know that a big monster like Dapeng will not get along with a new fourth-rank monk on an equal footing.

If it was the Lihuo Lingzun from the previous life, it might make him a little bit scruples.

But if Dapeng also fully restores the most peak time in ancient times, the current cultivation world will also be given away.

After all, it is the devil who needs to be suppressed by the heavens.

"...Then, please take care of everything."

Yue Peng stood tall, his golden cassock shone with colorful light in the sun, An Yiyuan couldn't help closing his eyes, and when he opened them again, Dapeng's figure was gone, leaving only a faint lingering voice: "I am Tell Fellow Daoist Ao that this is a training formation, but don’t break your word.”

Refinement?

Like thick ink smearing clear water, with your own body as the fulcrum, everything around you spreads out in ripples, and the world overturns.

An Yiyuan raised his eyes.

The market, the crowd, the tables and chairs all disappeared. He was standing on the mountainside, with hot lava not far from his feet, and the heat came directly, unobstructed.

The Buddhist youth did not move.

To be precise, I dare not.

The steps of the Fahua Temple are a source of inspiration, and the person who is being enlightened will stand still on the steps... There will not be such a realistic scene in the mind training array there.

An Yiyuan clearly remembered that he was in the porridge shop. If he walked around in this—let's call it an illusion for now—what would the reality be like?Dapeng didn't say anything, if in reality he acted like blindly hitting the wall with his eyes open, wouldn't it affect his image a lot.

The Buddhist youth spread out his spiritual consciousness, took in the surroundings, and felt familiar.

Combining the dream-within-a-dream scene and what I have seen and heard in Zhaoyao Mountain, it is clear that this is the Zhaoyao Peak of the Qing Dynasty.

The terrain changes quite a lot.

An Yiyuan lowered his head and checked himself. His appearance and attire have not changed, but his body has become a little more transparent... What do you mean by being cut off from time?

I hope he won't be dismissed as A Piao.

——An Yiyuan heard footsteps.

The young boy in the school uniform of Shang Qingzong turned out from behind the rock and happened to meet him face to face.

Like a mirror image.

The facial features are not the same, and the temperament is also very different, but there seems to be some kind of the same essence, so that as long as they are together, people can conclude that the relationship between the two parties is not shallow.

More than shallow.

An Yiyuan looked at Li Huo's side facing him, changing the spell in his hand, and raised his hand, the lava rolled, revealing the snow-white eggs surrounded by it.

It was an egg half the height of a person.

The ellipse, with a slightly reddish surface, is the reflection of lava and the effect of rising temperature.

Li Huo walked forward, stepped on the fiery red or even deep red magma as lightly as nothing, and stroked the egg.

His slender fingers picked up the finely divided crystal powder and daubed it on the eggshell, drawing an unknown formation.

An Yiyuan drifted in another direction, staring at the picture without blinking, feeling puzzled in his heart.

What is this doing?

"Little brother, you are indeed here."

A monk with the same school uniform and the appearance of a young boy ran out from behind the rock, "Did Little Phoenix react today?"

"No."

Li Huo shook his head, and said in distress: "The breath is strong and weak at times, if it is not really alive, I would suspect it is a dead egg."

The young monk looked indifferent, "Let's resign ourselves to fate, by the way, I have something to do today, so I will trouble you to do it alone, junior brother."

"Ok."

The brothers chatted about some trivial matters. After a while, Lihuo finished drawing the formation, and the flowing magma covered the phoenix egg again.

The two monks left together, An Yiyuan tentatively moved his legs to follow, but stopped again.

If Dapeng is not lying, this is indeed a training formation, then it should be able to help those who enter the formation to clarify their inner doubts and find answers.

So why did he see the phoenix egg?

I remember that in the dream in the dream, there was no phoenix in the Qing Dynasty.

Has hatching failed?

An Yiyuan was at a loss, wondering if Dapeng had created a fake and shoddy formation, and felt a little strange, as if there was some key information that had appeared but was not caught——

"Where did you come from?"

Within sight, Li Huo reappeared, surrounded by a circle of translucent white light, with curiosity and intimacy on his vigilant expression, "Why do you look so similar to me?"

"w——"

An Yiyuan only made a vague single sound.

In the setting of this formation, he seems to be unable to speak.

Maybe it's to not communicate with the people you come into contact with.

That being the case, why did Li Huo find him?

According to the situation just now, I didn't dodge at all, and I was standing so eye-catchingly that I could see it at a glance when I crossed the rock, but the other young monk didn't seem to notice anything.

Hmm, same origin?

Li Huo should have noticed this too, so he turned around and looked for the magic weapon of defense.

Judging by his age, it seems that he was brought back by the wandering elder Chang Cheng before he was accepted by the head of the sect.

So boldly and ignorantly approaching a wandering spirit that only you can see?

An Yiyuan looked up at the sky.

He suddenly had a wonderful guess.

From the dream in the dream, we can know that Li Huo was raised as the No. 1 in the outer sect competition with no one to teach him, and then he was accepted as a disciple by the then head Taishi.

Judging from the performance of another young monk, it is not an important task to take care of the possibly dead Phoenix. Coupled with the attitude of letting the junior brother be on duty alone at will, which is obviously not a strong person to treat, Li Huo's current situation and performance can only be said to be mediocre, and it is difficult to associate it with the amazing talent in the later period.

Genius you say?

A genius who has not been discovered and grown is not called a genius.

If there is a turning point...

Facing the shining eyes of his previous life, An Yiyuan stretched out his hand with the palm facing up.

Li Huo hesitated: "Do you want to—"

An Yiyuan took a step forward, took the young boy's hand, and wrote on his palm: "Young man, learn to do with me... no, let's practice!"

The author has something to say:

The "Ao Jingfan" introduced to Zhu Liang earlier was changed to "Dragon Seven". Yes, this is the pseudonym of An Yiyuan's Gang Daqi.

After all, when the comprehension world mentions the surname Ao...