daily life of buddhism

Inexplicably regarded as a monk, the voice of preaching in the dream, the steadily rising cultivation level...everything seems to follow a well-arranged trajectory, not in a hurry, but if you say that you have the ability and motivation to do so, Only Lihuo Spirit Venerable is beyond doubt.

another me.

In other words, past lives.

Xu is related to the scientific education he received since he was a child. An Yiyuan has never been able to act like a monk, taking the past life and the present life as the same person for granted. You can only count yourself in the parallel world, right?

From the concept of Two-dimensional house.

Lihuo fell into the catastrophe.

At that time, he was already a Taoist monk. Even if he didn't know what steps a monk at this stage could take, but just from the literal meaning, the word "harmonious way" was enough to make people imagine.

An Yiyuan was convinced that something was left on him in his previous life.

Maybe it's an image, a thought, a bit of aura... In modern terms, a program.

So, how to start the program?

The unhurried life made the young Buddhists give up their exploration and grow up step by step. Now, he can't wait any longer.

Call for strength.

People always want to be in the second grade.

An Yiyuan didn't know if it would work—and the strength responded to him.

Countless memories are tumbling, countless fragments flash back and reappear, and countless feelings come to my heart——

"The great way is impermanent, only those who have a firm heart can destroy the infinite illusion, apprentice, do you know why you were defeated?"

"My flame, burn farewell."

"farewell."

When it was about to reach the limit of what he could bear, it receded like a tide, seemingly leaving no trace, but the spun yarn and soil on the shore had rubbed its hazy shape.

A voice that was familiar and heard countless times in dreams said:

"I wish you... Wu luck is prosperous."

Unprecedented loss, as if a piece of the heart has been dug out, and the soul that does not know where it exists is screaming and crying; unprecedented fullness, huge power fills the square inch of the spiritual platform, flowing in the visible or invisible meridians, like ten thousand waters Back to the sea, orderly.

The young man withdrew his grasped hand.

The movement is very light, but it is inexplicably undeniable.

"you……"

"I want to help."

With an unprecedented clarity of mind, he can see that Dapeng has other purposes, which is by no means humiliating others, and in a sense, it can even be said that there is no malice at all, but——so what?

So what.

The young man is in a special state, the expression on his face is neither the gentleness and leisure of the previous life, nor the Buddhist style and calmness of the present life, the corners of the slightly curled lips show a trace of sarcasm, but strangely contain a kind of careless laziness , he stretched out his hand, with the palm facing up, and his voice was melodious like a long wind: "Together?"

This is an invitation.

Ao Jingfan looked into the young man's eyes in astonishment, and suddenly suffocated his breath.

The pure white flame burns silently.

——A firm invitation.

—Yes, how could he refuse him?

"It would be great if you could rebuild your physical body and drive me around. Brothers and others will be so envious!"

The ancient words seemed to ring in my ears again. Ao Jingfan stretched out his hand suddenly, his body stretched and lengthened rapidly, and that hand turned into a huge dragon claw. Without the slightest hesitation, the young man took off with the dragon claw and landed lightly Between the dragon's horns, the movements are ingenious and coherent, as if they have been rehearsed thousands of times——

The strong wind howled past, and they were already above the sky.

The white dragon's scales shone with a faint golden awn in the sun, with a meandering shape, and its head was aimed at the place of the roc, its meaning was self-evident.

"oops,"

Dapeng straightened his body slightly, "This is different from the agreement."

Do not interfere with each other.

Very simple exchange.

As long as Bailong doesn't attack Dapeng, Dapeng will not attack the humans he likes.

And the reason why the dragon clan changed their minds is easy to guess, no, there is no need to guess at all, isn't that person on the dragon?

A weak human being who has just given birth to a baby...

No.

wrong.

This kind of cultivation——?

In a blink of an eye, pure white, armor-like flames ignited around Bailong's body. The flames fell on the ground, but they were not hot. They seemed to have no temperature, but they aroused the exhausted spiritual power, and burned away the exhaustion and depression. , the energy and spirit seemed to return in an instant, Ming Liu looked at the surprised expression of his fellow disciples, and excitedly wanted to cry out, but he failed because of Feng Claw's restraint——

"hold head high!"

The armored white dragon swung its tail, lowered its head and swooped down!

A sharp light flashed in Fairy Liuguang's eyes, "Everyone!"

Needless to say.

The light of swords, the shadow of swords, the splendor of spells, the sky is lit up by huge fireworks that look like mortals. Among the fireworks in the daytime, two golden wings suddenly spread out, huge enough to cover the sky——

The smooth mirror surface has thin cracks.

Dapeng seemed to be enraged, amidst the violent birdsong, Peng and Long fought into a ball!

And the unfortunate hostage—

"Little Junior Brother!"

——was thrown away by the aftermath of the battle.

Although Dapeng didn't take him seriously at all as a hostage.

Minghe's flying sword quickly caught the little black dot junior brother falling from the sky, the flying sword didn't shake much, showing excellent skills of flying sword, but Mingliu didn't pay attention at all, he just grabbed Minghe's shoulder excitedly Shaking non-stop, wanting to confide: "Brother, have you seen it, Lihuo! It's Lihuo!"

Obviously re-enrolled as a fan.

"...Don't move around!"

The old driver Minghe with the highest praise rate of Didi Feijian, turning the sword, is now.

Fairy Liuguang set up a pergola to look into the distance, summed it up like this.

With a small, pure white flame hovering over her fingertips, she walked quickly to Tian Suanzi, and said happily, "Senior, can you help me save this?"

"save?"

The white-bearded grandfather was quite confused. This is someone else's spell form, and can it be preserved? "Fellow Daoist Liuguang, what are you going to use it for?"

"Specimen." Fairy Liuguang blinked, "Don't you think it's beautiful?"

"..."

Tian Suanzi was about to say something, but he saw Fairy Liuguang turn his eyes, gestured to Yan Yi's location, and said with a smile, "Senior is highly respected, there must be a way."

A certain monk who kept telling his disciples that his Taoist name is "Grandfather of Virtue and Prestige": "...wait for the old Taoist to think about it."

Feeling threatened, but I have no proof.

Yan Yi is comforting Qiu Ming and Zi Zhu, two fellow Taoists.

Before the start of the war, to be precise, Qiuming Sanren reacted as soon as he was teleported to an unfamiliar place, and quickly controlled Fairy Lianhua.

If it is said who can tamper with the formation, Fairy Lianhua, who disappeared and reappeared at the bottom of the sea and has inexplicable amnesia, is undoubtedly the most suspicious-- Fairy Liuguang has talked to him about this point, but before today's incident, this It's just a possibility, it's impossible for them to drive away or hold back a colleague, let alone...

Zhaoyao Mountain is so ostentatious, if you have the power to make a move, you can always find an opportunity.

Zizhu Zhenjun came here after discovering the situation here.

Perhaps they are both demons, Zizhu Zhenjun looked very distressed and worried after learning about his friend's situation, he kept persuading Fairy Lianhua to turn around, and said that he might have some difficulties to come out and find a solution together, poor Fairy Hua just smiled. Standing in place, not talking or moving, like a puppet.

"Alas." Yan Yi sighed, seeing the stalemate here, couldn't help looking at the sky with fellow Taoists who had recovered from their wounds, poked Qiu Ming Sanren with the bottom of his hand, and asked in a low voice, "Should we not help?"

Qiu Ming Sanren shook his head: "That can help."

Ming He, who brought back his junior brother, was leading all his fellow sects to strengthen their defenses. When Bai Yan disappeared, everyone had rested and looked towards the sky.

The hurricane tore the sky, and the waves moved above the clouds...

The air pressure brought by the wings and tail of the dragon made the air scream in horror.

It is like the reproduction of an ancient myth.

The monks on the ground couldn't move their eyes.

In the center of the battle, the young man methodically blesses his side.

Even if he temporarily has the cultivation base and comprehension of the Dao stage, he is still a bit unfamiliar with it, and the physical strength of the human race is not as good as that of the monster race, especially the unique type.Dapeng undoubtedly belongs to this category.

It is impossible to attack directly, but it is always possible to make trouble.

Dapeng... seems to be very concerned about that mirror?

There must be some reason.

The great demon suppressed by the Heavenly Court, and the magic weapon used by the Jade Emperor to monitor the human world—you don’t need to think about the reason why Dapeng cares about it, as long as you know that you "care about it", it is enough.

The youth quietly dormant and waits for the opportunity...

And the time will always come.

A sword of light and cold.

Amidst the crackling sound like gold and stone colliding, thin cracks spread rapidly, and the mirror surface shattered into several pieces, falling downwards!

Dapeng flapped his wings and chased after him, but was blocked by Bailong, who flapped his wings anxiously: "Get out of the way!"

Its sound was like thunder.

"No." The young man looked at him with a calm expression, neither sad nor happy, and the sleeves of his toga waving violently in the wind, "You have to lose something before you know that the world is not going your way."

"Step aside--"

Dapeng's whole body was covered with a layer of golden light, which looked like the sun from a distance. That reckless appearance still made the young man hesitate... The sharp beak and sharp claws left a bloodstain on the dragon's body, and Dapeng looked deeply at it. Glancing at him, with the strength of being attacked, he fell into the river.