Chapter 1239: Demon girl, poor monk fights with you
The northern mountain range is about 35 million miles away from Dongzhou city. Here is a lush primitive ancient mountain range, which undulates for tens of millions of miles, winding and twisting like an ancient dragon, surrounded by clouds and mountains. , Full of vitality.
There is also the vitality and greenery of this ancient mountain in Dongzhou of Nuo Da, and other places are already dry and dead.
In the depths of the mountains, giant birds in the sky, with wings spread out thousands of miles, roaring ancient beasts on the earth, shaking mountains and forests, towering ancient trees, covering the sky with clouds, shrubs, vegetation, fallen leaves, dead branches, covering the moist and dark ground.
"Wow!"
In the depths of the primitive mountain forest, a bluestone trail winds out, no more than half a meter wide. The trails are filled with colorful poisonous miasma. I don't know how many years they have been squeezed, almost all of them have shown a substantial state.
Vaguely visible in the depths of the poisonous miasma, there are scattered mushrooms of different shapes and shapes.
There are five kinds of red, green, gray, blue, and yellow. Among them, red is the majority. The whole body is about half a meter high, red like a fire, and the surface has mysterious lines intertwined, which makes people unconsciously attracted when they see it.
Among the 100 red mushrooms, one green mushroom must be born, full of endless vitality, and it is only one foot tall.
As for the blue mushroom, only ten green mushrooms can give birth to one, and it only takes about half a foot.
Gray mushrooms are extremely rare.
There is only one in the center of a thousand red mushrooms.
And the yellow mushroom, in the depths of the two rows of poisonous miasma, there is only one plant each, about an inch high.
Along the bluestone trail, there is a valley with a radius of about ten miles. The entrance is blocked by a golden swastika, and various ancient symbols are intertwined, full of sacred, peaceful, and righteous atmosphere.
This is a formation from the ancient Buddhist school, even if someone strays into it, there will be no life crisis, but will be sent out by the formation.
In the valley, the birds and the flowers are fragrant, the greenery is everywhere, the strange flowers are countless, the weeds are all over the eyes, a 100-meter high waterfall is from top to bottom, and there is a bamboo forest on its side.
There is a small courtyard in front of the bamboo forest, three main houses, side rooms on both sides, and a small courtyard made of bamboo outside. There is a shelf inside and filled with bright red mushrooms.
On the stone table in the courtyard, a wisp of smoke rose up. At the table sat an old monk wearing a linen monk robe. Although his figure was thin, his face was extremely ruddy, giving people a kind of kind eyebrows and an extremely personal aura.
The old monk closed his eyes tightly, with one palm up, turning the rosary in his hand with one hand, and silently reciting the Heart Sutra in his mouth.
"No...it's not good...withered...senior withered wood...fifth...fifth brother's...hair...burned..."
"Burned...burned...half..."
"Pre...senior...please help me...Dongzhou City..."
At the entrance of the small courtyard, there was a very fat figure with a **** on his hand and a big pig’s head running panting, stammering, holding half of black hair on the other hand, towards the old monk inside. For help.
"Amitabha!"
"Don't worry about the donor, the donor is safe!"
"This is a disaster, don't panic too much!"
"Pig donor, continue to **** the ground, this is also a kind of practice."
"The past and present are all cause and effect!"
"Karma for this life, for the next life!"
"My Buddha is merciful!"
The old monk's eyes opened slightly, full of vicissitudes and wisdom, as if one could glimpse the world, filled with the breath of great virtue. (The role of deadwood)
"Pre...senior...I...I don't understand the old pig..."
"I... still go to work..."
Seeing that the old monk withered wood was very calm, the pig head was relieved, anyway, there was half of the dog's hair, which proved that the wicked dog could not die.
What the master said is that work is also a kind of practice.
My old pig’s karma in his past lives is a pig in this life. From then on, my old pig will accumulate virtue and do good to offset the evils of previous lives.
"Ah, bah! What a shameless monk, it's fine to bully, even a pig can fool you."
"Is this a human thing?"
"The world calls you a great virtuous monk, I think you are a virtuous monk."
"Big Fat Pig, don't believe this great monk fools you, do you really think he is a good man?"
"Don't you ask what he grows his mushrooms?"
At this time, just as Zhu Liuye was about to carry a **** to work, a tiny figure of a young girl appeared in the void, her eyes were radiant in six colors, and her forehead was as clean as jade with six strange prints on her forehead. Holding several red mushrooms that were as red as fire, they hovered in the void and ate them raw.
"Great monk, not bad! The taste of mushrooms is getting more and more delicious."
"It's been heated for 100,000 years, is it really delicious?"
"The quality of blue mushrooms and gray mushrooms is a bit poor, and they have changed sex!"
"I haven't killed anyone in the past 100,000 years!"
"Great monk, you have fallen!"
A blue mushroom appeared in the palm of the girl in the void, and she opened her mouth to swallow it, and simply chewed it a few times, completely disgusting.
"Amitabha!"
"The poor monk has already fully realized it, and it can break the world!"
"Qiran donor, why are you so aggressive, you have to struggle with the poor monks!"
"You are deceiving too much!"
The withered old monk opened his eyes, slowly stood up, folded his palms together, and raised the Buddha's horn, but the momentum of the whole body soared out a little bit.
Again!
Once a hundred thousand years, is it really a poor monk to bully?
The three monarchs of the underworld, Qiran, the lord of the six realms, are so deceiving!
It doesn’t count to steal mushrooms from poor monks. Even the five-color mushrooms that poor monks spent eight hundred years painstakingly planted, finally turned into adults, but were abducted by you. The life or death is still unknown.
Now appearing again, today the poor monk will not be at odds with you.
"Yo! Great monk, what are you looking at! This monarch bullied you."
"Do not accept to fight!"
"My hand has been itchy recently, and I want to find someone to learn from each other."
"I will **** your mushrooms and kidnap your daughter, so what can you do to me."
"I forgot to tell you that the woman of the Xietian Emperor can all be abducted. It's ridiculous that the old boy was too helpless and dared to go to the underworld to go wild. Now the old boy has no life."
"This monarch has a good heart, leaving him reincarnated with a remnant soul."
"Great monk, the city of miracles is about to open. Today, my lord comes to you to ask for three yellow mushrooms, so you can tell me if you can give them!"
The girl Qiran is in the void, she is completely arrogant and lawless. Of course, one of the three kings of the underworld, Qiran who dominates the six realms is naturally a capitalist.
"Amitabha!"
"My Buddha is merciful! The disciple is going to be an angry King Kong today and cast down demons and demons!"
"Devil, the poor monk fights with you!"
"Dawei Dade Tianlong Seal!"
The dead wood old monk uttered the Buddha's horn, and his palms bloomed. Behind him, the golden light of 10,800 zhang merits floated, like the great sun of the heavens, shining incomparably, reflecting the ten directions of heaven and earth, the chaotic era.
The **** is intertwined, and countless ancient symbols are intertwined, and a large golden dragon with a hundred thousand feet of gold is brought together, full of peace and integrity, and supremely bright.
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