Buddhist practice feeling and choose after pregnancy

Language is easy to become a bondage, even if it is just a simple word, Xie Chenshan has a lot of insights on this.

But to say how deep it is, it still counts today.

His words brought him a big trouble.

After much deliberation, there is nothing more troublesome than Mozun in the world.

After noticing another spying, Xie Chenshan couldn't help frowning slightly.

They have returned to the world.

It is always necessary to go through some hardships to cross Youdu Mountain, but with the Demon Lord, how dare Youdu Mountain stop it?

Xie Chenshan was wearing a gray monk's robe, and Mozun was wearing gray clothes just like him.

But his temperament is not similar to that of a Buddhist cultivator, and even less like a scholar. Even though he looks like a human being, when he walks on the street with people coming and going, he will subconsciously and unconsciously avoid him if he is a human being.

This is just the most instinctive reaction of living beings.

The grey-robed scholar with stiff steps followed behind Xie Chenshan, the roots of his teeth clenched together, and there was a faint sound of patient friction.

Xie Chenshan glanced at Mozun suspiciously.

Since the last time he ate, it was true that the Yaozu came to attack him, and with the behavior of the Demon Lord at that time, he probably had a big meal.

Should not be hungry.

only……

If he is not hungry, what is the point of looking at him repeatedly?

...

Huaguang Temple.

This temple, which often has a different meaning in the hearts of monks, is actually located outside a quiet county.

Wild, calm, leisurely.

When you see this mountain, you don't even think about too many complicated things, you can only feel the fresh breath blowing against your face, which makes you feel comfortable from your chest to your limbs.

Mortals are separated from cultivators.

But relying on a barrier invisible to the naked eye.

Passing through that barrier is like blocking the occasional echoing human voice.

The mountain fell silent.

But it's still a small hill, plain and unpretentious.

The bell rang melodiously, and Qingling knocked on the turbid air, and in the mountains and forests, there were bald young monks doing morning lessons.Their aura blends into this mountain very subtly, like vegetation, like a forest, like this piece of heaven and earth, inconspicuous but ubiquitous.

The monk guarding the gate is a great monk named Hechen.

Hechen likes to drink.

However, it is not appropriate for Buddha to drink alcohol.

But he also likes to eat, so he is often punished to guard the gate.After a long time, he figured out the method by himself. Whenever the wine bug in his stomach committed a crime, he would first punish himself to guard the door for three months.

Have another sneaky drink.

Beautiful and beautiful.

The great monk Hechen held a letter and patted the pillar beside him: "Good brother, open your mouth and send this letter to the abbot."

The pillar was extremely thick and majestic, and there seemed to be a lifelike white elephant carved on it, majestic and handsome, with high tusks.

After Hechen finished talking, the white elephant's tusk moved away, revealing a gap.Hechen stuffed the envelope in, a flash of light flashed, and the gap disappeared completely in a moment.

While stroking the white elephant and praising it, Tuliu and Shan couldn't help but sigh with emotion that Master Shu's habit of writing letters is really simple.

Now in this world of cultivating immortals, who doesn't like to play a few charms easily?

It took only a moment for the letter to reach the abbot and abbot through the white elephant that lived here.

"That's right."

A tender voice rang out, and the bald young monk, who looked no more than five or six years old, was wearing the abbot's cassock. With a pinch of his fleshy little hand, he grabbed the letter that was floating in.

The little monk dragged his cassock and sat on the futon.

"Dao'an's habit is good, but he's slow. It's somewhat similar to his temperament."

He was talking to himself, his voice sounded immature, but inexplicably old-fashioned.

By the time he read Dao'an's letter slowly, the clock in the temple had already struck for the second time.

"Devil..."

Most of the content mentioned in Dao Chen's letter has been known to the abbot for a long time, but only the last sentence made the petite abbot sigh deeply.

He shook the letter between his fingers, and the letter floated to the shelf and merged into a box.

"According to Wudeng's temperament, it's strange to be willing to be honest." The abbot said while shaking his head, "Now he's afraid..."

Don't have a taste in my heart.

"Abbot."

A little novice monk came over from outside the door, and said crisply: "Uncle Master said, if you don't come out again, he will send a message to ask Uncle Wudeng to come back."

The abbot, the abbot, touched his bald head depressedly: "Mingde's virtue of watching the excitement without taking too much trouble is really disgusting to people and ghosts."

"Abbot, abbot, Uncle Wudeng is coming back?"

The little abbot waved his hand and opened the door of the meditation room, and walked out with his hands behind his back: "Why are you coming back?"

After a while, he seemed to have sensed something, his eyes turned to Yun Shen's distance, and his small face became solemn.

"He Guang, let you, Senior Brother He Chen, get ready, it's time to stretch your muscles."

"Yes."

There has been a lot of bad luck in these places recently, but it is much more than in previous years.

...

"interesting."

In Shanghe City, there were two strange guests sitting on a tea stall.

One has an ordinary face, with clear eyes; the other is pale, with stiff and treacherous movements.

The shopkeeper couldn't help but take a second look.

Xie Chenshan ignored the gazes of others, took a sip of tea, and said unhurriedly: "Is there really nothing strange after eating it?"

Two days ago, Xie Chenshan came to Shanghecheng specially in order to solve the bad luck of his newborn.

The Demon Venerable who was invited by him to accompany him naturally went with him.

It's just that when Xie Chenshan cut his wrist, the hot blood was not spurted by the aura before he was grabbed by the demon king.

It is not appropriate to say that it is grasping.

It should be more appropriate to hold.

Xie Chenshan looked at holding his wrist from bottom to top, as if he wanted to stop him, but because of too much force, the bloody Mozun was speechless and choked.

Mozun has been very quiet.

He had forgotten the attraction of this body of flesh and blood to demons.

Xie Chenshan was about to speak, but after a brief pause, Mozun held his bloody wrist to his mouth, and began to lick it stubbornly.

Xie Chenshan's recovery speed is extremely fast, and the wound has almost healed in just three or two efforts.

But the blood that had flowed out was still there, and Mo refused to let it go, even ignoring the strength of his withdrawal.

Xie Chenshan confronted him for a moment with only his strength, but finally lost his strength.

That's it.

The Mozun can still maintain this complete human form now, and it's been a long time since he didn't grow any weird tentacles.

For what he promised, Xie Chenshan naturally did what he said.Let alone this little blood food, how could he not give it?

After Mozun stopped, Xie Chenshan said: "Mozun, the action just now was just to eliminate bad luck. If you are hungry, let me finish it."

He discussed with the Demon Venerable gently.

Mozun slowly scratched the healed skin.

It took half a beat to let go of the wrist that had no wound.

"I."

A word rolled out of his mouth coldly.

The Demon Lord raised his head.

His hollow, blood-red eyes seemed to reflect something other than Xie Chen Mountain for the first time.

unlucky.

Mo stared at Shanghe City.

Xie Chenshan had a bad heart, and said, "Mozun, if you plan to raze Shanghe city to the ground, then I will do it."

He could see that Mozun wanted to do it for him, but if this "work" made Shanghe City disappear...

The Mozun seemed to have listened.

He still said "I" bluntly, but put away the threat that seemed to pierce the sky.

The pale and stiff figure slowly raised his hand.

They were standing on the highest eaves in Shanghe City, and they were bustling with people everywhere, as if they were a lively gathering.However, in Xie Chenshan's eyes, they were more or less covered with a faint layer of black air.

And at the moment when the Demon Lord grasped the void, everyone in the city stiffened invisibly.

Very short-lived.

Not even a single imprint can be left on their days.

Mozun clenched his fingers tightly, and Xie Chenshan could even see that his fingers were crushed together.The weird rhyme made Xie Chenshan frowned slightly, wanting to see the demon king's movements more clearly.

puff--

It sounded like a light crack.

Those unlucky entanglements silently entrenched on the human race were taken up by the roots, and then he opened his mouth.

The mouth became more and more cracked, and finally turned into a scarlet channel, and the countless black air invisible to the naked eye seemed to be swallowed——

Xie Chenshan looked in another direction.

That was the source of bad luck that he should have eliminated.

When the demon opened his bloody mouth, the bad luck poured into the mouth continuously until there was nothing left.

Therefore, Xie Chenshan knew how the Demon Lord eradicated the bad luck of the Demon Realm.

This should be a secret.

Withdrawing from the memory, Xie Chenshan, who drank hot tea in one gulp, looked at the scholar sitting opposite him with interest.

Mozun's dull expression became more vivid in his thoughts, Xie Chenshan could even see a small opening under his eyelids, before the tentative black mist crawled out, the door was slammed by the slammed flesh .

"A little bit."

He still cannot speak more than two consecutive words.

"After eating, yes, no, very good, I want to kill..." Mozun looked at Xie Chenshan, "Demon."

Swallowing bad luck still has an impact on Demon Venerable.

He will be more bloodthirsty and manic than before, and he can't even restrain his vigorous desire for destruction and thirst for blood.Even though the Demon Venerable hadn't endured at all in the past.

Xie Chenshan was thoughtful.

When he lowered his eyes and thought deeply, the demon was also looking at him.

After watching for an unknown amount of time, the blood eyes slowly descended and landed on the overlapping folds of Xie Chenshan's gray robe.

goo-dong-

The demon's blood eyes moved slightly.

That is……

Gudong.

He remembered what he said before.

"child."

Xie Chenshan subconsciously raised his head to look at him, and saw Mozun repeating the word strangely and persistently: "Child, child, child..."

This mechanical repetition made Xie Chenshan, who was originally calm and composed, couldn't help but want to cover his face and sigh.

But Mo whispered, "Birth, are you going to give birth?" This is the most complete sentence he has said so far.

Xie Chenshan: "..." With his self-cultivation, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Pfft-"

There was laughter coming from behind, realizing that Xie Chen had calluses on his ears.

Xie Chenshan raised his eyebrows, he was indeed an old acquaintance.

The tall figure of Monk He Guangda came striding from behind, laughing so hard that he leaned forward and backward: "It actually made me watch a good play.

"No light, stay safe!"