daily life of buddhism

Dusty noise.

The sword came out with clear sounds, and the brilliance of the spells intertwined. An Yiyuan stood in place, seeing that Ming and the real person were commanding, flying swords surrounded his body, and the silk belt around Fairy Liuguang's waist was windless, so he felt relieved. The camera moves away.

Today's filming is the scene that requires the most group performances in the whole drama. Almost all the monks in Zhaoyao Mountain came to join in the fun. The next movie used special effects to create thousands of troops. "Hongmengjie" doesn't need thousands of troops. But the number of them is quite a lot. From a logical point of view, the enemy has already attacked the mountain gate, so the disciples in the sect must come out to take a look, right?

It can be said that most of the swagger mountain is here.

Fighting (fighting) method (frame) is not good enough to crowd up, not to mention that it is difficult to cooperate, and the space is limited-there are so many people, of course there are enough people to take pictures and do other work, such as delineating an area to arrange low-level and front-facing ones Our personnel who are not strong in attacking fortifications.

An Yiyuan found himself classified as the latter.

Yan Yi patted his small chest: "Don't worry, if you have something to do, hide behind my master!"

The respected grandpa... No, Tian Suanzi's smile froze for a moment, he looked at his apprentice's little friend, and then at his little friend's Taoist companion, but he didn't make a sound.

An apprentice is a debt.

As an auxiliary type, I know how to do divination and draw talismans. It's okay to protect a Nascent Soul Stage, but Master can't see through the one who has been holding the hand of a Nascent Soul Stage fellow.

Ugh.

Tian Suanzi stroked his beard again.

The two masters and apprentices were setting up the rear area with other talisman repair formations. Yan Yi chatted very lively while working: "No one has come here, and I don't know how this teleportation formation is set up...blablabla...I think our The configuration really has the taste of brushing the boss in the game..."

indeed.

After getting out of the safe zone, it looks very similar.

Those who exhausted their spiritual power retreated to recover, and someone stepped up to the position, and the boss was just as brainless as in the game, obviously able to drive big and want to tie A——

"The warm-up is over."

how is this possible.

Dapeng raised one hand, his big sleeves fluttered, golden wing feathers flashed away in a trance, and a wind blew between heaven and earth—a hurricane.

"careful!"

"Junior Sister Minglou!"

"Friend Hu!"

Under the hurricane, the formation was about to collapse in an instant.

Unlike humans refining various magic weapons to strengthen themselves, the strongest monsters are themselves.

When An Yiyuan read such a good sentence as "the big roc rises with the same wind in one day, it soars up to [-] miles", he couldn't help thinking about the scenery of this huge roc, but at this time, he had no way to stand on the standpoint of an outsider to praise or sigh.

Because it really happened to me.

In other words, it happened to someone close to me or someone I know.

The talisman formations have something in common. Under the leadership of Senior Tian Suanzi, who can draw seventh-grade talismans, the safe zone is worthy of its name. An Yiyuan didn't even feel the strong wind blowing in his face, just like standing in the center of a tornado, which is strange and cold feelings.

An Yiyuan walked out.

In fact, he can be regarded as a combat power. He has made up lessons in his previous life, so he is also a qualified Nascent Soul cultivator——

"do not go."

When the familiar voice rang in the ears, the hand that I didn't know when I let go was held again.

What did An Yiyuan realize: "You made an appointment with him?"

Ao Jingfan: "Yes."

Yes, it makes sense, doesn't it.

Is he caught as a weakness, so that Da Qi has to accept the threat?

However, if he didn't have himself, the dragon who was almost roasted to death would not be in the front line for the support of Shang Qingzong.

Cause and effect loop here.

An Yiyuan lowered his eyes.

Minghe's eyes were firm: "Change!"

The senior brother, who was not surprised at all, immediately brought confidence to his fellow students and comrades, and the disciples of Zhaoyao Mountain supported each other to form a formation.

Fairy Liuguang murmured, "It's dangerous."

Minghe nodded lightly.

Because of the difference in cultivation, they couldn't judge Dapeng's rank, but they could not infer from the fact that Zhenjun Zizhu who had met Dapeng at the bottom of the sea also couldn't see that the other party's cultivation was at least the late fifth rank, and from Dapeng's Peng specially sent them out of Zhaoyao Mountain, and it can be seen that the other party is a little afraid of the teacher Taiwei.

Who is Taiwei?

The sixth-rank venerable, in order to preserve the orthodoxy when the aura does not exist, refines the entire sect into a secret realm with formations, and he himself is the heart of the formation. He could barely get out of the mountain gate.

Unless you pay a huge price.

If it wasn't the case, when he found out that his son was missing, Headmaster Taiwei would rush to find a place.

Calculated in this way, Dapeng's cultivation base should be around the seventh rank.

Seventh-rank Hedao, eighth-rank Mahayana, the monks in the Mahayana period will stay away from the crowd and prepare to cross the catastrophe, in case they encounter an unexpected situation that causes causal involvement to lead to the early crossing of the catastrophe. More than Qipin Hedao.

The situation is dire.

A good formation can indeed play the role of fighting across the ranks, but there is a huge gap between each rank, and the higher the rank, the more so. Minghe has been stuck in the late stage of the fourth rank Nascent Soul for many years. But the disciples who formed the formation were not as good as him, and most of his fellow Taoists present were rank four or five. Although Senior Tian Suanzi was a rank six Huashen, he could only be counted as rank five in terms of fighting skills...

If our side is like this, how can we win?

As time went on, more and more people discovered this.

They don't know as much as Minghe, but they will always feel the atmosphere.

At first, some people might have had the idea of ​​a fake fight, but these optimistic thoughts dissipated under Dapeng's actions.

Like cat and mouse -

Repeatedly playing, tossing until they are dying, not giving pleasure, happy to watch them exhausted, not malicious, but more unacceptable, from another higher species, looking down with great interest, cats see mice as food , Why did Dapeng ever regard human beings as a species that can get along with each other on an equal footing?

It's creepy to think about it.

At a certain moment, the eyes of An Yiyuan and Dapeng met, and then quickly moved away.

The hearts of Buddhist youths are cold.

As promised, Dapeng "will not intentionally cause death or injury", but if Renxiu is too fragile, it is not his responsibility. ——Those eyes showed it.

"Unbearable!"

Ming Liu stepped forward with the sword, his eyes unruly, "Old monster, come at me if you have the ability!"

Although this young monk who was spoiled by his father was a little reckless, he was not stupid. Although he thought a little slowly, he also came to the same conclusion as Liu Guangming and made a deduction about it—— Since Peng was afraid of his father, he never dared to do anything to him!

"Ming Liu, step back!"

As soon as Minghe's anxious and worried voice reached his ears, Mingliu's body was grasped by illusory sharp claws that seemed to be made of wind.

——Hold it in front of Dapeng's eyes.

Ming Liu met a pair of golden, animal eyes.

Lazy, cozy, and a little bored.

He is so confident.

After a little inquiring, one can know how much Venerable Taiwei loves his only son. There must be a way to know the real-time situation of Du alone. , without the bonus of the secret realm, Taiwei is only a sixth-rank venerable, so if he has all the cards in his cards, he should be a seventh-rank, but what is there to be afraid of?

Just a race.

But it's troublesome.

Dapeng thought casually, the corners of his lips curled slightly.

The human cubs are so well protected, they will jump out when they are wronged, but how can the pride of the big demon be less than him.

Minghe is already apologizing: "I'm sorry senior, my junior brother is stubborn, I hope..."

Dapeng didn't look at him.

This is always hanging in the air, the big monster who didn't even move the place smiled and said to Ming Liu: "In order not to let your father notice, I can imprison you, there are many ways to hurt you without dying, pain without injury... But why?" The arc of the big demon's lips widened, and he spoke with a smile, and slowly said the lines in the script:

"This dharma seat has arrived, if there is no decent sacrifice, it will be laughed at in the future."

The sharp claws snapped together!

"Senior brother!"

In an instant, all kinds of brilliance flickered in the air, covered by spells and treasures!

Useless.

All attacks are absorbed by a huge mirror.

Simple and noble, any monk will know that it is a supreme treasure when he sees it at first sight.

"This is the Haotian Mirror."

The mirror deflected, revealing Mingliu, whose body was held by the claws of the wind, with an expression of humiliation and pain, and the roc who was at leisure. The unique and beautiful voice of the male bird echoed by the riverside: "It was the Jade Emperor who supervised the world in the past. The used side...let me see," Dapeng smiled, "Can you break it and rescue 'His Royal Highness'?"

In order to make the metaphor smooth, do you call yourself a dragon?

The dragon lay down again.

An Yiyuan complained expressionlessly. In the past, this was a decompression activity that was beneficial to physical and mental health, but now it could not relieve the pressure at all. The powerless status quo and the shame of watching silently turned into an invisible flame burning his altar. He was silent in his heart He asked happily: Are you there?The one who taught me the exercises in the dream... Lihuo Lingzun.

Or, another, previous me.

In a trance, pure white flames flickered in the eyes of the young man.