She is so arrogant and unruly, and all etiquette is nothing more than bullshit in her eyes!
"Don't let me go!" Feng Lan was also angry, "Am I worse than a bird? You don't even care about me, you only care about the bird!"
"Don't be willful." Wujiang was helpless.
"I'll be willful!" Feng Lan said aggressively, "What's the point of practicing on the Mirror Stage? You have six impure roots anyway, so even if you practice for ten thousand years, it won't be of any use!"
Wujiang didn't want to pay attention to him, picked up the scriptures, and prepared to leave.
"Hey! You're not allowed to leave!" The colorful-feathered bird flapped its wings and flew up, following him, "You're not allowed to leave!"
Wujiang didn't want to pay attention to her, he just wanted to find a quiet place to escape. He really couldn't stand Feng Lan's noise.
Who knew that Feng Lan was controlling this little bird with colorful feathers, and it suddenly stopped on his bare head!
Wujiang was startled.
"Hahahaha!" Feng Lan laughed, "It's so fun!"
"Come down!" No matter how good Wujiang's temper was, it was worn away by her.
"No!" Feng Lan was absolutely confident, "Catch me if you can!"
Knowing that he was kind-hearted and compassionate by nature, he would not harm the little bird no matter what, so Feng Lan simply jumped up and down on his head.
Wujiang had no choice but to sit down again, put away his scriptures, closed his five senses, and began to practice with concentration.
Can't hear, can't see, can't smell, can't feel.
Anyway, just to avoid Feng Lan, he would risk anything.
Feng Lan danced for a while, she was so crazy that she saw no reaction from him and felt it was boring, so she had to stop.
"Hey! Wujiang!" Of course no one responded to him, Wujiang couldn't hear anything now.
"Hey!" Feng Lan stomped on his head with her bird's claws, "Hurry up and finish! Otherwise I'll shit on your head!"
She, the majestic princess of the demon world, actually said such inelegant words. Has this smelly monk already driven her crazy?
Feng Lan had no idea that she was driving Wujiang crazy.
Of course she can never do such a thing as pooping!
It's just to scare him!
But why does Wujiang ignore her?
Sad! She is so sad!
"Smelly monk, you ignore me, I hate you!" Feng Lan cried sadly.
Yingyingying pretended to cry for a while, but Wujiang ignored her. She also felt that she was too bored.
This smelly monk is simply indestructible, no matter how you try to trick him!
Should we just let him go?
That won't work!
When she leaves the devil's world, she can make a great wish to bring this monk back to him as his consort!
If she doesn't succeed, she won't go back in despair!
Thinking like this, Feng Lan decided to harass her again.
It's a pity that she is just a bird now, otherwise she could do other things on this mirror stand...
How dare she openly come in to a ghost place like Fanyin Temple as she is a demon? Isn't that looking for death?
While I was thinking depressedly, a tall and rugged monk suddenly ran in, wiping the sweat from his forehead and shouting.
"Senior Brother Wujiang, Senior Brother Wujiang!"
Wuxin ran in panting and saw at a glance that Wujiang, which had closed the cultivation of five senses on the mirror stage, was like a stone statue, motionless.
There was a thump in my heart, and Wu Xin was a little anxious. It was really the wrong time to come, and Brother Wujiang actually entered samadhi!
What should we do? Can’t we save Hua Xi?
Cultivation of closed five senses is a very high state in Buddhism.
