"The water here is very clear." The monkey couldn't help but be surprised when he looked at the water in Yingchoujian.
He could see the heaven and earth reflected on the water, let alone see himself.
Because the water in Yingchou Stream is as clear as a mirror, indeed as clear as a mirror. Squatting in front of the water, the reflection in the water is also clearly visible in my eyes, but it is not without strange phenomena, although there are a few birds flying by.
, but eventually it would plunge straight down from mid-air and rush into the pool of water.
After filling it with all kinds of meat and vegetables, it fell into the water and slowly sank, but the holy monk ran up from the shore and walked on the water.
His feet were already running out of afterimages, and the frequency of tapping his feet was more than ten times per second. He just ran onto the water, then reached out and picked up the bird that had sunk into the water.
"Why are you such a bird that you can't think too hard? It's so difficult to be a human being, shouldn't you be happy as a bird and don't think too hard?"
Slowly entering a layer of Marxist-Leninist fighting spirit, it not only dries the feathers on the bird's body, but also forces out the water that has been poured into the bird's body.
It didn't take long for the bird to wake up slowly. The holy monk gently held it with his right hand, and the bird flew out again.
Then the holy monk walked from the water back to the land.
The monkey looked at the holy monk: "Are you really a human?"
"I am a real person. I just used the Marxist-Leninist fighting spirit in my body to greatly strengthen my body. And saving that innocent bird also relied on the Marxist-Leninist fighting spirit." The holy monk answered truthfully.
"Honestly, is this martial arts or magic?" the monkey asked the holy monk with a scrutinizing look.
"War Qi and War Qi are naturally martial arts rather than magic. It's just a little more complete in function. You believe me, monkey, do you think I've ever deceived you? Which one of us is following which one?" The holy monk said solemnly.
Look at the monkey seriously, his eyes are full of wisdom.
"You have relied on fighting spirit to survive on the road, rely on fighting spirit to hunt, and rely on fighting spirit to travel. Now you are doing something like this that ordinary people can't do? Is it still fighting spirit?"
"Yes, this is martial arts, because it is a universal skill taught to me by the God of War. It is necessary for self-defense at home and when traveling." The holy monk spoke without any hesitation.
"Tsk, something doesn't look right, but the problem is not big, it's the water..." The monkey looked at the water, hesitating to speak, as if he had discovered something, but he was unable to speak due to the limitation of expression.
The holy monk's eyes suddenly became sharp and he asked quickly.
"Monkey, did you notice something? Did you recall the 'past'?"
The holy monk thought that the monkey could recall a fragment of the memories of the previous ninety kalpas.
During the first ninety calamities, during the second calamity, he specially prepared a horse. In order to save his leg strength, and the horse could also carry some items,
Although at that time he found that the horse's leg strength was not as strong as his own, so he carried the horse on his way...
Then I passed by Wuyue Mountain and had a special conversation with the monkey who was still trapped at the bottom of the mountain. At that time, the monkey did not have the golden hoop, but had lost the memory of the past, but he still clearly knew his pursuit. After the conversation, I found that the two
The holy monk opened the mountain with one palm of his hand and brought the monkey out.
After carrying the horse on my back again as usual, I looked at the beautiful scenery of Yingchou Stream. It can be said that the cold pulse passes through the clouds, and the blue and clear waves reflect the red sun. The sound of night rain can be heard in the deep valley, and the colorful hair and morning glow dazzle the sky.
. Thousands of waves flew up and sprayed broken jade, and a stream of water roared in the breeze. It flowed back into the vast expanse of mist, and the gulls and herons forgot about each other and did not catch each other.
Although there is nothing in the deep valley, only the sound of running water is extremely loud and echoes in the valley, it can be regarded as a magnificent feeling of emptiness.
Feeling the beauty of heaven and earth, the holy monk prepared to take a rest, but the horse probably couldn't bear it anymore and ran away. However, he didn't expect to be eaten by the dragon hidden under Yingchou Stream.
So during the second calamity, the holy monk got angry and beat the dragon at the bottom of the river until he vomited. After rescuing the little white horse, it was still alive, but its whole body was covered with gastric juices and so on, and it was still trembling with fear.
It's so pitiful.
So later on, the holy monks did not prepare horses. Basically, they went into battle lightly. They only needed clothes and other clothes. The Marxist-Leninist war spirit could transform into a red monk's robe. To cleanse the body, the Marxist-Leninist war spirit can automatically bounce away foreign dust, sweat and grease.
And so on, as the body is nurtured and strengthened by the Marxist-Leninist fighting spirit, the sweat, oil and waste in the body will be spit out when the pores erupt with the Marxist-Leninist fighting spirit.
The fighting spirit of Marxism-Leninism is amazing.
After all, this is the fighting spirit of Marxism-Leninism. In addition to eliminating demons and monsters, its biggest feature is that it highlights an omnipotence.
According to the white-robed Martial God, this Marxist-Leninist fighting spirit was bought from a multiverse republican international alliance after he traveled to Zhutian.
It was so good that he passed on the Marxist-Leninist fighting spirit to himself.
But later, although I didn't prepare a horse, the white dragon in the eagle's melancholy was physically influenced by myself to be willing to be a horse. In the first few tribulations, it was this way, but later after knowing the situation of the white horse,
The holy monk used his sincere words to influence Bailong and let him do his best.
The holy monk recalled the previous dozen reincarnations, hoping that the monkey would remember the past, but he didn't want the monkey to think about something deeper, so he looked at the monkey with half joy and half worry.
"No, I didn't think of the past. I just felt that the water surface seems to be a mirror. We stand outside the water surface and look at our own reflection in the water. Isn't it just in line with the principle of the mirror, the flower and the moon? The flower in the mirror, the moon in the water,
They are all false, but are we in the outside world real and real?" The monkey could not help but sigh.
"Look at the orchids in the empty valley, how lonely and lonely it is. Loneliness is like a poison in the soul, it can kill people invisibly, Yingchoujian... Yingchou...
Jian...Sorrow, look at what a quiet and lonely place this is?
This clear lake, this quiet and empty mountain stream, is like our deepest inner heart that is difficult to touch. Our inner heart accumulates and hides all the unknown feelings of loneliness and loneliness. Once we are in front of the water-like mirror, there is nothing
Escape will bring destruction to us."
The monkey said this, seeming to be extremely lonely, and recalling his confused and lonely moments in the past. At that time, he was not the upright rebel he was later, but just a little monkey. A little monkey like that didn't have many friends.
Monkeys are territorial, and foreign monkeys like him are easily excluded. Not to mention that he does not look like a monkey, but has some monkey characteristics. Therefore, even if he manages to integrate into the monkey group by luck, he will be ignored by other monkeys.
Struggling and bullying, but after the monkey defeated the old monkey king, the situation was not so miserable.
It's just that when he was a child, he was indeed a lonely little monkey. He had no friends, or in other words, his friends were "loneliness" itself.
The holy monk couldn't help but helplessly cover his forehead as he listened to the monkey expressing his inner aura of literary youth and critical thinking.
"Monkey! Monkey! If you want to express your inner feelings, can it be a little later? A little later, I will definitely listen carefully! But the situation here is that the water is caused by the dragon spirit. There is a dragon here, and it may be ready to attack us at any time.
It’s time to have some food and drinks! You should also have some basic safety awareness!”
The holy monk roared.
"It's okay, I feel relieved that you are here." Monkey's eyes were deep and calm, his light was restrained and extremely sincere.
The holy monk was speechless for a moment. Indeed, if it was before the first tribulation of reincarnation, he would still be an eminent monk with no power to restrain a chicken. Fortunately, there were no dragons here before the first tribulation of reincarnation.
But as the number of reincarnations deepened, he became more and more wild. In short, he became rough, but there is nothing wrong with it.
Practicing Buddhism cannot save the people of the country. Relying on these fists that strengthen the fighting spirit of Marxism-Leninism, only sparks must gather to start a prairie fire.
It's a pity that monkeys and Marxist-Leninist fighting spirit are very different from each other. Otherwise, the Marxist-Leninist fighting spirit can be taught to monkeys, but the monkeys' fighting power is not weak.
At this moment, a huge white dragon with a majestic and powerful body rose from the bottom of the river, stirring up waves of water and flying into the air. Then the water splashes fell from the sky. The white dragon was also looking for it.
The monkey opened its huge mouth directly.
The fishy smell burst from the dragon's mouth as it approached the monkey. In front of the monkey, the whole world seemed to be shrunk, even to the size of this mouth. Although the monkey knew it was an illusion, it was still surprised that the dragon had such ability.
Because the low hill next to Yingchou Stream has indeed become smaller, or in other words, even he himself has become smaller, and this smaller area is precisely caused by the Longkou.
But the monkey didn't worry, he just put his hands together, held the dragon's mouth with his left palm, pressed his lower lip with his right palm, and smashed a few dragon teeth.
Seventy-two transformations of combat body·Zhenwu Dali.
The monkey's body suddenly swelled to about ten feet, and its muscles were filled with the crystallization of strength and beauty. Every muscle line was as if marble had been carefully crafted by a famous sculptor.
Even the holy monk couldn't help but be very jealous when he saw this body of tendons.
Seventy-two transformations of combat bodies, this is the monkey's talent that will never change in the eighty eons, but this transformation of combat bodies can be said to be a magical skill of transformation. Everything from big Kunpeng to small flies can not be changed, and every combination of combat bodies has it.
The ever-changing universal effect can be said to be even better than the Marxist-Leninist fighting spirit.
"I'm thinking. Don't bother me. If you want to, just bother the bald man." The monkey said sincerely. After grabbing the dragon's mouth, he pressed it down.
Honest and natural, although his face is expressionless, his eyes reveal a rich sense of wisdom and wisdom that cannot be wiped away.
"Have I finished speaking, do you object or reject?" After being extremely natural, there is a natural sinister attitude. Monkey did not give Bailong a chance to speak at all, and even the options were wrong.
Bailong was extremely aggrieved. Firstly, his mouth was held down. Secondly, he was not given any options to survive.
"If you don't answer, I'll treat it as your tacit rejection." The monkey didn't seem to notice his question, but it might have been intentional, so he grabbed the dragon's mouth with one hand and threw the white dragon left and right.
In the quiet empty valley, there was a shrill muffled hum, as well as a dull but rapid and violent thumping sound.
After a few back and forth, the white dragon was covered in bruises.
The holy monk did not stop him, but only spoke after taking a rough look at the situation.
"Forget it, monkey, he looks miserable, just let him go." The holy monk said to the monkey after looking at Bailong's tearful eyes full of help.
"Ah? What did you say? I can't hear clearly." Monkey's expression was very calm. I don't know whether he really couldn't hear clearly or he was pretending that he couldn't hear clearly.
The holy monk didn't get used to it, he pressed down with one palm, and the monkey stopped, leaving the white dragon facing up to the sky, trembling all over.
"I said, you want to eat my friend, should you show some expression?" the holy monk asked Bai Long, his words were full of blackmail.
Bailong's eyes widened.
"You've got your tongue in trouble? Speak up." The holy monk patted Bai Long on the head and said angrily, "I gave you a chance but it's useless! I'll show you a clear path, and you can turn into a carriage or something.
How about just following the route I gave you and just making up for it? Long San, make us feel comfortable, and we'll help you fight the nine-headed worm."
Bailong coughed bitterly, and his body shrank and changed, but he transformed into a four-wheeled carriage.
The carriage is covered with white scales and is still open. The body is wide, the wheels are thick and wide, and there is a windshield in the front. Counting the wheels, the carriage is more than ten feet long and wide. It is suitable for off-roading, and it can also carry four people.
, and most importantly, there is a trunk.
"It's amazing. This car can shrink the space. In other words, there are a lot of things that can be put in the back." Monkey saw that his eyesight was pretty good and patted the body of the car. "And the wheels are so big that they can probably put a lot of things in the back."
All obstacles were trampled under his feet, yes, this white dragon seems to know a little bit about the art of change."
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[Aren’t the first eighty reincarnations all white horses? They’re not Aunt Jiang’s. What is this? It’s weird. 】
But he still followed his instincts and sat in the passenger seat, while Monkey sat in the driver's seat.
"Guigui, this stool is so comfortable." Monkey touched the sofa under the seat, then touched the steering wheel, looked at the clutch, speed dial, instrument panel, etc., and fell into deep thought.
"Monkey, why do you look so skilled?" the holy monk asked.
"I don't know, it just feels very familiar. Although I've never seen it before, I always feel that if the carriage were modified, it could go up the mountain to deliver tofu or something."
"What kind of tofu needs to be delivered up the mountain?" The holy monk was puzzled.
"I don't know, but I was thinking about it. I seem to know how to drive this thing. First, put it in gear, um, yes, forward gear, and then step on the accelerator. um, this is the brake. Hey, did you hear the burn?
The sound of tires? What is this? It looks familiar, oh, I understand, this should be nitrogen, which can accelerate, okay! I gradually understand everything!"
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Outside Gaolaozhuang, as the sun set and the yellow sand rolled, the servants of the Gao family heard a strange singing voice coming from afar, with a strange and extremely dynamic rhythm.
This is a more exciting dynamic than beating gongs and drums.
But there were also songs that I couldn't understand, as if they were men singing.
The lyrics seem to be something...
"Shrimp catcher!...Take your mother to fly..."
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"Monkey, how on earth do you know how to play with this thing?" Saint Monk Martyr's fighting spirit enveloped his body layer by layer, firmly fixing him on his seat.
"I don't know, but my impression seems to be that I got something called a driver's license." Monkey held a wooden stick in his mouth, rested his left hand on the car door to support his face, and drove with one hand with a calm expression. Like Liaozhai, not Cthulhu
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