Little Lingxi blinked her big eyes and exclaimed: "Could it be that someone in Buddhism did something evil, which caused the Bodhi tree to be struck by lightning and accelerated its decline?"
An Qingli pondered: "Not necessarily."
"How do you say that?" Xiao Jintan asked.
An Qingli's master, Mu Sheng, was almost struck by lightning when he was going through the Thunder Tribulation. Fortunately, Sect Leader Qiu came to the aid of the Sect Protector Formation and said, "Being punished by thunder does not necessarily mean you have done evil. Just like Sect Leader Qiu was punished by thunder.
, to save Master, not to do evil, but for the sake of righteousness in my heart."
Little Lingxi understood a little more: "Could it be that this bodhi tree also took the initiative to respond to the calamity, in order to protect the people it wanted to protect?"
Xiao Jintan snorted: "Then you have to ask this old tree."
Xiao Lingxi was in a dilemma: "What if you and Qingli are exposed?"
An Qingli said: "Just find a reason and go down the mountain."
Stay farther away and wait for some time before sensing again.
Seeing that his legs were back to normal, Xiaokong bowed to An Qingli to express his gratitude, but he didn't know where his master took him.
The bodhi tree has restored its vitality very well. Although it has not grown new leaves, the old leaves have turned green again, which is also a gratifying thing.
There are Buddhist practices every day, and I come to meditate under the tree.
An Qingli stayed on this mountain for more than half a year, so it was time to go down the mountain for a walk and broaden his horizons.
I don’t know when the bodhi tree will grow new buds. It will have to go down the mountain.
Buddhism is not easy to stop, but it is also cautious.
The old abbot Huijue also specially sent Buddhist elders to protect him all the way.
After all, we are not afraid of 10,000, we are only afraid of the unexpected. This little fellow from the Taoist sect has the luck of Buddhism and nothing can go wrong.
When Xiaokong saw that he was infected with demonic energy, he already knew that it was probably because the demons were unable to see the Buddhist bodhi tree regenerate, so they deliberately made big moves.
He also specifically told An Qingli to wear the Buddhist beads on his wrist so that no evil cultivator could take advantage of him.
An Qingli went to the mountain, accompanied by two ancestors who had overcome the tribulation.
Putuo Mountain occupies a very large area, and it is not an exaggeration to say that one mountain is a country.
The desolate area outside the mountain gate, with the occasional hunter or two, is quite a bit like a hidden temple in Foshan.
She is already in the middle stage of foundation building, and her sword-wielding speed is faster than usual.
After walking for an hour or two with my sword, I arrived at a prosperous Buddhist country.
The country is the Kingdom of the Holy Son.
Sheng and songs are played repeatedly, and things are prosperous and people are prosperous.
Especially the woman here has a plump figure, a slender eyebrow, a Confucian shirt on her upper body, revealing a beautiful scenery in front of her, a long skirt on her lower body, bright colors, and a flowing brocade silk on her round shoulders.
As soon as the faint breeze blows, the brocade silk and the fragrance fly together, tickling people's hearts.
An Qingli, on the other hand, wore a double-breasted green smoke skirt that covered herself tightly, which was incompatible with the beautiful scenery here.
"Why don't you show off a little?" Xiao Jintan declared a Buddha's name in a serious manner, "When you go to the countryside, follow the Romans, color is emptiness."
An Qingli raised his lips and smiled, "It's like a land and water, a people."
Under the pure-hearted Buddhist sect, such a beautiful sight is a feast for the eyes, which is a test for those in the Buddhist sect.
However, in his previous life, shorts and skirts were everywhere on the street, but An Qingli adapted quickly.
But Ji Xiaopeng, who was just in his early tenth year, had a slightly red face and didn't know where to put his eyes.
So immoral, she is very similar to those witches from Hehuan Sect and Heyi Sect.
"Hey, this young master who came from the original path is still shy."
Naturally, the locals can see the way An Qingli, a stranger in this profession, dresses. A stranger is a stranger. Only his hands and face are exposed, and his clothes are rustic and weird.
Ji Xiaopeng blushed and leaned closer to An Qingli.
"Oh, I'm really shy."
A woman couldn't help but wanted to come up and touch Ji Xiaopeng's red face. She didn't mean anything malicious, she just wanted to tease the young man with red lips and white teeth.
The folk customs here are open, and many women tease men with rolling eyes like this.
An Qingli protected Ji Xiaopeng, raised his sleeves, brought up a breeze, and lifted the woman away.
A gust of wind blew up.
The plump woman couldn't help but take a few steps back, with a look of shock on her face, knowing that she had offended someone powerful.
But this was at the foot of Foshan, so it was unlikely that someone would die in the street. I was just afraid that this pedestrian would use some violent means to secretly punish her.
I was also unlucky to meet a few country bumpkins who didn't understand the style.
If it were any other foreigner, he would probably have to come up to her and touch her.
An Qingli looked at her.
She looked at An Qingli with some fear, and for a moment she didn't know whether to apologize or leave quickly, so she opened her red lips slightly and stood still.
The picture is somewhat frozen.
Xiao Jintan and Xiao Lingxi have fun.
The plump woman "Gao Gaoren" felt very uneasy.
An Qingli nodded slightly, raised his sleeves, and stirred up a gust of breeze, pushing the woman back a few steps. He said with an enigmatic expression: "I'll reward you with the breeze on your sleeves. I'll give you an opportunity. You can figure it out on your own."
"Yes! Go back immediately to understand!"
The plump woman swallowed her saliva and responded, holding up her colorful dress and running away in a hurry.
"I don't like the women here."
Ji Xiaopeng blushed and murmured softly.
But his ancestor Lian Hao should be very fond of him.
Even ancestor Lian Hao is still locked up in the dark room. He has already given birth to fifteen babies, and he still needs eighty-five babies before he can leave the dark room.
The Buddhist country is prosperous, and there are actually many outsiders.
After asking the locals, it seems that because many Buddhist monks from Wanfo Temple came down the mountain to practice meditation, especially Master Huineng, many strangers came here to see Master Huineng's unique style.
Catkins fill the city.
An Qingli saw a busy restaurant on the street and walked in.
Ji Xiaopeng never left, following An Qingli in closely.
The restaurants are bustling and the aroma of food fills your nose.
It smells like meat, but it's not real meat, but the taste of meat that the craftsmen deliberately use vegetarian food to imitate.
As soon as the two of them sat down, a beautiful woman stepped forward, holding a pot of fruit wine, and wanted to invite the guests who came from the same way to taste it.
"Full!"
An Qingli put the wine glass forward.
"Full!"
Ji Xiaopeng followed suit.
The beautiful woman smiled broadly, revealing two white lotus-like arms, and the fragrant fruit wine poured down from the air like a silver thread.
Ji Xiaopeng moved his nose and sniffed it, it smelled really good.
The tiger and leopard cat also stuck out his tongue and licked the fruit wine. It was really fragrant.
"Crack!"
A wine glass suddenly hit the ground.
The sound of a cup being thrown was so sudden that the hall fell silent for an instant.
An Qingli raised his eyebrows, "Throwing a cup" is the nickname in the storybook? It doesn't seem like it.
Diners in the lobby looked towards the glass-breaking area.
I saw a sloppy old man, pointing at his nose and scolding a beautiful girl.
"The shop is bullying customers, the shop is bullying customers! Come and see, the shop is bullying customers!" The sloppy old man had a loud voice, full of anger, jumping on his feet and yelling, "I spent ten yuan of low-grade spiritual stones, come here
If you eat meat in your store, why don’t you serve me this pig food without oil and water? It’s really not a thing! It’s really not a thing. It’s not as delicious as the Dingyunlou restaurant next door!”