The fate of Xiao Sun and the fate of Xiao Tmall were treated differently.
Li Saishi opened the window, smoked a cigarette, and shouted towards the small courtyard.
"Xiao Sun, give me a hard shave on this old bastard.
Don't keep running away.
Oops, you are too irresistible.
Done!
This is giving away someone's head.
Aren’t you forcing people to become super gods?”
Shi Huozhu felt that the old lady was a bit arrogant.
What if the audience is not qualified enough to speak?
If Xiao Sun can resist, do you need to tell me?
It's obvious that I can't beat him, so I'm wasting my time here.
The difference in strength is too big, and there is nothing we can do to force Xiao Sun to death.
"Grandpa, come on, hold on.
I see that the old bald donkey is quite old. You will definitely be able to outlast him.
Oh, Grandma Li, why did you hit me?"
Li Saishi slapped Shi Huozhu across the neck and complained angrily.
"Grandson, who are you talking about when you criticize mulberry trees and huai trees?
Who are you going to kill?
I am not young anymore.
Why, I can't wait until this show is over?
To tell you the truth, there is no drama that I can’t finish watching.
I will never close my eyes until I finish watching this scene."
What are you talking about? Did this old lady eat too many walnuts?
He's not confused at all, he can hear everything he says.
My brain is easy to talk and my thinking is quite quick.
Although he was slapped, Shi Huozhu felt a little embarrassed and could only pretend to be aggrieved.
"Oh my dear grandma, I didn't mention you.
Why are you overthinking it?
It’s because I can’t speak, can’t I change it?”
Li Saishi refused to give up, so she almost used the cigarette butt in her hand to burn the stone with fire beads.
"Little calf, don't think I can't see what you're thinking.
With your little weight, you are still too young to organize words in front of my mother."
Shi Huozhu nodded repeatedly. This old lady was indeed difficult to deal with. She could only put on a serious face and focus on the battle in the small courtyard, not daring to say anything.
The man holding a bowl who kept venting his anger on Xiao Sun down below, of course, also heard the booing from the audience, and his mood gradually calmed down.
Deal with one big horse monkey, even ten big horse monkeys.
It's a bit embarrassing to fight for so long.
It's just that this clone is difficult to distinguish between true and false, which is indeed a bit troublesome.
Moreover, Xiao Sun's rhythm control is very good and he hides his real body very deeply.
As long as the person being hurt is the clone, Xiao Sun can persevere.
The bowl-raising Arhat suddenly stopped, stretched out his hand, and touched the chrysanthemum face.
He muttered words and hummed them according to a specific rhythm.
"Lend me, lend me, a wise eye.
Let me see this chaos clearly, clearly, and truly."
Oh, let me go, is this a concert?
Or the nostalgic version?
Little Sun was stunned. The ten giant monkeys all stood on the spot, a little at a loss.
In such a situation, how should you deal with it next?
Should we continue to attack, or should we dance with the backup?
It's not Ah San's musical, how could it include music halfway through?
Moon heard the singing and nodded silently.
This Boluohan indeed has a trump card and his foundation is deep enough.
It is indeed a bit unfair to be treated like an Arhat because he has cultivated his eyesight.
It seems that apart from these years in the human world, the previous days have not been in vain.
The two spectators in the small building were not calm.
Li Saishi buttoned his ears and patted the stone fire beads next to him.
"That old bastard, what kind of eyes do you think it is?
Is it the Byakugan, the Red Eye, the Pure Eye, or the Sharingan?
I didn’t hear you clearly just now, it was a bit off.”
Shi Huozhu complained in his heart, do you still watch Naruto at such an old age?
If we analyze from what she said just now, she really chased Naruto to the end.
Hey, do you live to such an old age just to follow dramas?
Since his major is studying the west, he is really knowledgeable.
"My Grandma Li, what is the Sharingan and the Samsara Eye?
According to Buddhism, there is the theory of five eyes.
Physical eye, heavenly eye, wisdom eye, Dharma eye, Buddha eye.
They represent different stages of practice.
The old bastard said he borrowed the eye, but he didn't know who he borrowed it from.
The book says that the eye of wisdom is the eye of the voice-hearer, which can see through false appearances, recognize the void, and not be deceived by circumstances.
Seeing the cessation of all living beings, destroying all the different appearances, abandoning all attachments, not accepting all dharmas, wisdom will self-exterminate within.
In response to the current situation, the pertinence is really strong.
My great-grandfather’s clone is a bit difficult to deal with.”
Li Saishi looked disapproving, as if nothing could catch her eyes.
"Just talk about the things you don't need. If you are so awesome, would you lend it out?
What good things can I borrow?
Still seeing through the illusion?
What is true and what is false in this world?
Who can tell clearly?
I don’t even have a clear understanding of it, so what can I do if I see it?”
Shi Huozhu thought about these words and felt that they made sense.
If you can't keep up with your understanding, it's useless if you can see.
Just like if you don’t know what jade is at all, even if you think it’s a glass ball when you see it, isn’t that just nonsense?
Does this old lady have a deeper understanding of Wisdom Eyes than I do?
Shi Huozhu directly denied this guess. She might not have understood it at all. What she was talking about was nonsense, and it happened to be applicable.
I just hope that even though the Arhat Raising a Bowl is wise, he doesn’t recognize Xiao Sun.
After finishing the chant, the Arhat holding a begging bowl had a chrysanthemum face, and his chin opened one eye, which was very strange.
There are certain aesthetic requirements for the placement of human facial features.
The reason why there is a difference between beauty and ugliness is that it violates the laws of aesthetics.
Well, you can grow a beard on your chin, and that’s normal.
However, there is an eye on the chin, which is a bit contrary to common sense.
He also has a somewhat overbearing style and does not act according to common sense.
Raising his chin and holding his alms bowl, the Arhat began to look around at Xiao Sun, trying to use his borrowed wisdom to discern Xiao Sun's true identity.
This posture has the demeanor of a queen looking up at all living beings, but combined with the chrysanthemum face of the man holding a bowl, it is indescribably funny.
Xiao Sun has a keen eye and no research.
In the past, when I was at the top of the mountain, I didn't even bother to study these things. I just remembered a word "gan" and that was it. How could I have the time to study the west like Shihuozhu?
Even if the chin eye saw it, he didn't take it seriously.
However, it is not polite to raise an alms bowl.
Although he may not be able to tell whether this world is true or false.
But he could tell whether Xiao Sun was real or fake.
Pretend to pounce on a clone and continue to attack.
This immediately paralyzed Xiao Sun, who was standing next to him.
It seems that this insight is indeed borrowed and not very easy to use.
Unexpectedly, the Arhat holding a bowl changed course halfway and grabbed Xiao Sun's body.
I'm going, little Sun Xin can't say it well, he's careless.
At this time, the avatar came to help, trying to help Xiaosun get out of trouble.
Helpless, the alms-bowling Arhat didn't move slightly, tightly held Xiao Sun's neck, and lifted him up.
After struggling for a long time, Xiao Sun almost suffocated. His brain was in a daze due to lack of oxygen, and he no longer had the energy to control the clone's attack.