Impermanent Growth Manual

Changge's fingers trembled, and one of the scriptures in his hand fell onto his lap without holding it firmly. The pages of the opened book were densely packed with neat and smooth handwriting, but he didn't have the mood to read any more.

"How can you conclude that Xicheng cannot be nirvana?"

"Kammic fire turned into disaster." Fan Wujiu asserted affirmatively: "Xicheng's weakness can really be nirvana, and his Phoenix King's Phoenix seal alone can already die for him, but he can't."

Changge fell silent for a long time, and then sighed after a long time, "You tell me this now..."

"If I fail again, what should I do?" He stood up from the ground, and his gown, which was as long as a phoenix's tail feather, was dragged on the ground, like a ball of dancing flames.

Fan Wujiu stared at the ground for a while, "You can bring Xicheng back to life, it depends on whether you are willing to take the gamble."

As long as Xicheng is alive, Xie Bi'an can also come back.

What Xie Bi'an may do is not only to sacrifice the seal, but also to revive Xicheng, which died because of him ten thousand years ago, at this moment that cannot be dragged on any longer.

It is simply impossible to revive a Phoenix King.

No one knows how powerful that seal is, but the three thousand monsters in the Supreme Heaven have existed since ancient times, and no one even knows how many years it has been.

"Okay." Changge responded softly, turned around to catch the Phoenix Gu in Fan Wujiu's hand, turned and walked towards the direction Fan Wujiu came from, "Rather than spend tens of thousands of years in vain here. , it is better to gamble presumptuously..." At most, it is the end of continuing to accompany the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng.

Fan Wujiu stayed under the bodhi tree for a long time, half-kneeling under the root of the tree where Changge had been sitting quietly for thousands of years, looking at the two bluestone steps that had been polished to a very round shape, he reached out to touch it after a while. for a moment.

At this moment, the little novice who started to lead him appeared in front of him again, with eight light-colored ring scars on his head, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and a string of round and dark scars hanging from his thumbs. prayer beads.

"The ancient Buddha ordered me to come and give the god a step." Midi walked towards Fan Wujiu step by step with a light-colored lotus flower, "Since the god has thoughts, the crux of the problem is still in the underworld, it is better to find a clean one. "

The Four Noble Truths have gone around only a few times, the sun rises and the sun sets, but a hundred years have passed in the underworld.

A hundred years.

Fan Wujiu lowered his eyes, followed behind the young monk in plain robes, and slowly left the Heaven of Four Truths step by step.

The confinement imposed on his body disappeared in an instant, and the long-lost spiritual power gradually returned to his control.Fan Wujiu shook hands, and Baigusai appeared in his hand, emitting a faint light.

He smiled slightly, "Let's go to Chang'an."

Bai Guai trembled slightly as if responding to Fan Wujiu's words, and pulled forward impatiently, as if urging him to hurry up.

Fan Wujiu pursed his lips, and finally took the first step under the watchful eyes of Midi standing in the middle of the Buddhist gate behind him.

Fan Wujiu only felt sad every moment when he came down from the Four Noble Truths, but when he stepped on the ground of Hades again, he turned around and realized that time had passed so imperceptibly .

The underworld is exactly the same as usual, the busy and majestic ghost guards are orderly controlling the gate, go out in twos and threes with ghost guards who have been arrested, and there are some more ordinary little immortals who step in from other places.

As soon as Fan Wujiu stepped onto the bridge beside the moat, the ghost officer in charge of the investigation spotted him with sharp eyes.

The ghost officer's eyes widened immediately, and he checked him up and down for a long time before he finally gave a jolt, pushed the ghost officer beside him and said, "Nothing, nothing, nothing..."

"Nothing, nothing..." The ghost messenger with a long gun muttered, and curled his lips lazily, "It's so easy for the morning meal that Immortal Manzhu is willing to put some manju flowers as a seasoning, I haven't thought about it yet It's over."

"Unforgivable God!" The ghost messenger finally spoke sharply, and before he had time to reflect the words, the ghost servant beside him knelt down on the ground with a 'plop'.

Fan Wujiu stepped forward with a frown, and said coldly, "I've only been away for a hundred years, and you've already been so lazy?"

In fact, the Hades had such a scene a hundred years ago.

At that time, he might still be joking with Xie Bi'an standing on the wall of Wangcheng, but now...he is in a very bad mood.

Especially when I saw Manzhu in red, walking slowly from the west.

The two of them looked at each other in silence, until the ghost guard beside him tremblingly passed the fourth one, Fan Wujiu opened his lips and said: "You are still in Hades."

Manzhu nodded slightly, turned around and lit the Manzhu lamp.Fan Wujiu raised his heels, and watched the scenery around him gradually change, and the road was gradually dyed red by manju flowers.

Fan Wujiu was walking, and at some point there was a black shadow beside him.

The shadow was only as high as his knees, and the four legs were jumping happily, and there seemed to be a tail flicking back and forth behind him, neither of them noticed, they just walked all the way.

At a corner, Manzhu stopped suddenly, looked at Fan Wujiu and said thoughtfully: "Before Chang'an left, he asked me to ask you a question, whether you still remember."

"What are you talking about?" Fan Wujiu asked back, absent-mindedly looking at the manju flowers that were ostentatiously chasing the sun's growth day and night.

"He asked me to ask you, why did he change your name to Wuhu, do you still remember?" After Manzhu finished speaking, he disappeared into the shadows alone, leaving only one voice still echoing In this fog, "I can't let you leave here until you think through it thoroughly."

Fan Wujiu casually found a place to sit on the floor without comment, with his legs crossed against the tree trunk behind him, half-looking at the sky, his eyes narrowed slightly.

There is no...

"Wang Ji?" There was a sound of a dog barking or a cock crowing coming from his feet, Fan Wujiu indifferently withdrew his gaze, and turned his gaze to the unknown creature whose front legs were pulling on his toes.

It has a dog's head and is fluffy.

Just looking at the face, it seems that Xie Bi'an would like it the most - but its body is all golden and red like shiny hair.

chicken feathers.

Gouji seemed to notice that Fan Wujiu was looking at it, and immediately flicked its long tail happily. The top of the tail looked like a lion's tail, but the body of the tail looked like a dragon scale.

Fan Wujiu picked up a long branch and poked the chicken-like dog between the eyebrows, watching it stupidly move its eyes to the branch, and after it became cross-eyed, the IQ of this unknown thing I also had an understanding in my heart, and immediately threw the branch aside in disgust and ignored it.

Seeing that Fan Wujiu didn't pay attention to that lump anymore, he squatted down on the ground and licked the hair on his body aggrievedly, flicking the tail behind his back. With brisk steps, he stomped on Fan Wujiu's knee.

Fan Wujiu didn't have the mind to pay attention to it, it seemed to be very happy, curled up its body, and yawned a big one.