Southeast battlefield.
After Chen Yi left, the dust had basically settled. Fan Wujiu took charge of the Wuchang throne. He already had an innate ability to suppress ghosts, and now he has taken that half-step.
with no doubt.
Luo Lie was captured, and all the ghost kings under his command were killed and injured. However, in the end, the two impermanent envoys still failed to kill Luo Lie as they wished.
critical moment.
The Candidate Ghost King of Luofeng Mountain, who was in Fengdu, came in person and brought an ancient Dafa practitioner with him to force Paul to be strong. Fan Wujiu weighed the pros and cons and reluctantly acquiesced.
The so-called rules.
It has always been just a circle with the ground as a prison for the weak. When the bird enters the cage, the weak is in the circle and has difficulty, while the strong is outside the circle and can do whatever he wants.
Those existences that are entrenched at the end of one splendid era after another, carrying the wash of time and swimming upstream, being so ancient that they are almost immortal, obviously belong to the latter.
In addition, it is worth mentioning that the Dry Bone Ghost King was lucky enough to save his life.
He dedicated his years of accumulation and asked for Di Ting's protection. He didn't know who Di Ting moved out or how he talked to Fan Wujiu. In short, Fan Wujiu let him go.
As for the other ghost kings, they were not so lucky and were all killed by Impermanence to vent their anger.
…
Lingshan, Leiyin Temple, Liuzhu Dojo.
Six beads are at the top.
There is a boy waiting on the left and right, making tea, the water is mist, and there are three futons in front, all sitting on the guests, all of them are the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who had followed him down the mountain to help Yu Lian.
Full of mellow aroma.
The boy divided the tea, put his hands together, nodded slightly, and said calmly:
"I'd like to thank you all for this trip."
Several people hurriedly returned the courtesy, and then said modestly:
"Don't take it seriously. Bodhisattva's words are serious."
"Yes."
"Fellow Taoist Yu Lian has great merits and great fortune. Even if we don't rely on you, you can escape unscathed. Besides, we haven't used any moves in this battle, how dare we take credit?"
With Liuzhu's current status in Lingshan, which can be said to be below the Three Buddhas and above Ten Thousand Buddhas, they naturally have to pick up each other's words and try to leave a good impression.
Credit and the like.
As long as everyone knows what's going on, can such a big person still do anything to you?
After taking in everyone's performance, Liuzhu raised his eyebrows and smiled charmingly: "No matter what, Liuzhu will keep your friendship in mind... Come, everyone, please have tea."
A toast to the invitation.
"This is the spiritual tea given by the Buddha. It takes forty years of rain and dew, and it matures once in eighty years. It only yields nine pounds, six taels and three cents. I would not be willing to give it to ordinary people to taste."
This is what I've been waiting for!
"Let the Bodhisattva spend money."
“Good tea!”
"The fragrance lingers on the lips and teeth, and the aftertaste is endless. This tea can only be found in heaven, and it can only be smelled several times in the human world. I should thank the Bodhisattva for drinking such a good tea!"
In the midst of your flattery and flattery, the pot of tea quickly ran out.
See it.
Liuzhu was about to order the boy to get some more tea leaves, but was rejected by the Bodhisattvas.
actually.
A true Buddhist power, even an ordinary monk, would not be so servile, because Buddhism teaches that the four elements are empty and regards external objects as dung.
However.
All these things before us are just transformed from the evil roots of greed, anger, and ignorance of the Buddhas. It is normal for them to have empty Buddha power but no bodhicitta, to pursue fame and fortune, and to follow the influence of others.
After talking about the serious business, several people started chatting.
And the topic of conversation.
Naturally, there was no way to avoid the young swordsman who had no choice but to lower his eyebrows and bend his waist to the two tribes of gods and ghosts who had occupied two thirds of the world even if they did not let go of their hands and feet in the southeastern battlefield.
Chen Changgeng!
