Chapter 779: Entering into tribulation, escaping from tribulation
When Lu Qian took Jiang Baijiu out of the city, outside the ninth city of the town, a young monk who was fair-skinned, clean, and felt quite moist and smooth was holding the bamboo hat on his head with one hand and looking at Lu Qian and others.
The direction of people leaving the city.
After Lu Qian and Jiang Baijiu's troops were completely submerged into the wild mountains and disappeared from his sight, the young monk smiled slightly, clasped his hands and saluted in the direction where Lu Qian disappeared, and mumbled an extremely complicated scripture.
When he straightened up, there was a faint dust-like halo scattered around the young monk's body. He seemed to have taken off some extremely heavy shackles, and an extremely agile and erratic energy emerged from the deepest part of his body, with a far-reaching and high-spirited charm.
It is between Taoism and Buddhism, and it seems to have cultivated the strangeness and transformation of demons and barbarians. In short, it is an aura of extraordinary spiritual transformation.
"Thank you Master Fahai for your great kindness."
"The young monk struggled in the mud of the pagoda for hundreds of millions of years, and today he finally achieved transcendence. Such kindness should be repaid... by breaking his body into pieces."
The young monk smiled, took off the bamboo hat on his head very coolly, and threw it away into the distance with all his strength.
The bamboo hat was spinning, like a huge bird, slowly circling the wind, flying far, far away in the direction of the mountain wind, and finally landed crookedly on the top of a big pine tree at the foot of the mountain.
It was swaying, as if a dead head had been stuck on the treetop.
Light footsteps sounded.
A girl wearing a blue dress, who is quite fair and pretty, but has a large green vine pattern on her left cheek, and a half-open pink flower among the green vines at her temples, which adds a bit of coquettishness to her.
He appeared out of thin air and walked to the young monk's side with light steps.
"Congratulations, Brahma Wheel Tripitaka!"
The girl smiled very sweetly and cutely.
"Wrong, you have always been wrong... The Brahma Wheel is the skin, it is my 'method' to deal with external demons... And Sanzang, haha, is the 'burial' of the three burials, the 'burial'...'burial',
This is the 'Tao' that I pursue for eternity, and this is my truth!"
The young monk said softly: "The Three Treasures of the Brahma Wheel have fallen. In today's world, there is only one who has shed all cares and burdens, is clean, and is free and unrestrained... the Three Burial Monks."
Pursing his lips and smiling easily, the Third Burial Monk turned around and looked at the girl: "I haven't seen her for a few years, but Saint Wanmiao has become more and more beautiful and lovely... What, I
Is that right? In all things, only when you lose something can you gain something, and only when you are willing to give up can you get more... You ruined a wonderful world, but what you gained is such a powerful and miraculous force? "
Saint Wan Miao sighed faintly, she stretched out her left hand, and a ray of green-gold Buddha light dimly lit up in the palm of her hand. Strange sounds of nature floated leisurely, and in the green-gold Buddha light, a seed the size of a mustard seed made a 'snap' sound.
It exploded, and the delicate rhizomes were slowly pulled out, and the stems gradually grew, producing green leaves and pink flowers.
With a 'pop' sound, several small flower buds bloomed.
The flowers bloomed and withered instantly. Several thumb-sized bloody skulls rushed out from the exploded flowers with a shrill scream. They circled around Wan Miao Saint Aunt for several weeks, then swayed in the wind and turned into several
The three-inch-tall, slender and quite beautiful woman in the red dress jumped up and down happily on a cloud of blood and sang a strange song that made people shudder.
"I don't care whether you are Tripitaka or Sanzang." Saint Wanmiao said quietly: "I listened to you and cooperated with you in what you did. Wanmiaotian, my only teaching place in the lower world, but
The whole thing was slaughtered, and the huge Wanmiaotian was completely destroyed."
"If I can't get enough benefits, I won't obey." Saint Wanmiao smiled, and gently hugged one of the three burial monk's arms with both hands. Her two delicate white palms suddenly turned into blood, as if
Like a red-hot soldering iron, it emits terrifying heat.
The evil power crazily eroded the flesh and blood of the Third Burial Monk. The sleeves he was hugging instantly turned into nothing with two "chichi" sounds. A faint blood-colored smoke continued to rise from the contact between Wanmiao Saint's palm and his arm.
"Everything is superficial and nothingness." Monk Three Burials lowered his eyelids and looked at Saint Wanmiao with very kind eyes: "Let go of your hand...you can't hurt me."
Saint Wan Miao hummed a song and said softly: "Try it, try it... Hee."
The Third Burial Monk suddenly jumped up, raised his other arm suddenly, and his palm turned into the size of a millstone, grabbed the head of Saint Wanmiao, and pressed it hard to the ground with a 'bang'.
Saint Wan Miao groaned and her head sank deeply into the hard ground.
The originally ordinary mountain rock, at the moment her head hit it, there was a slight layer of light that looked like Buddha's light, but also had a bit of Taoist immortal energy, and even a bit of evil and ferocious demonic aura.
The rocky ground has become very solid.
Saint Wan Miao's head sank into the ground, her head was bruised and bleeding, and her head was as messy and miserable as an egg that had been smashed by a hammer.
The Third Burial Monk let go of his hand, and Saint Wan Miao cursed incessantly, and pulled her head out of the pit with great difficulty. She shook her head vigorously, and the severely injured head returned to its original state within a breath. She was angry.
Looking at the Third Burial Monk, a fierce light flashed in his green eyes, and then he smiled.
"Remember what happened today, you owe me one more thing."
With a giggle, Saint Wanmiao stretched out her delicate little tongue, licked a drop of blood stuck to the corner of her mouth, and said softly: "Okay, we have arrived, so where is that bitch? Why haven't you been there yet?
Come?"
The Third Burial Monk looked at Saint Wanmiao with a deep look: "Are you really not afraid of death? Do you have the guts to say those two words in front of her?"
Saint Wanmiao twisted her body slightly, and her whole body was pressed against the three-burial monk: "Oh, I have you to protect me, what should I be afraid of? Even if I want to die, I will drag you to accompany me...
…Hee, as long as I’m not lonely on the road to death, will I be afraid of death?”
The face of the Third Burial Monk became a little ugly, and he whispered: "Are you really crazy? Or are you just pretending to be crazy?"
Just as Saint Wan Miao was about to speak, a little green-red light fell rapidly in the sky. A small mung bean-sized light fell to the ground, and exploded with countless auspicious neon lights. The ceiling splashed down, and a person
Wearing a nine-phoenix robe and an imperial crown on her head, a stunningly beautiful woman who resembled the Queen of Heaven and the God of Heaven slowly emerged from the auspicious auspicious light.
Saint Wan Miao snorted lightly, raised her chin slightly, and snorted at the woman in an extremely provocative manner: "Oh, this 'mother'... cough, 'mother'... how is she doing recently?"
The original honorific title of 'empress' suddenly turned into the 'empress' flavor of a child calling her 'mom' in the mouth of Saint Wanmiao!
The third burial monk sighed slightly.
The woman's face suddenly turned cold.
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