"ah--"
A shrill scream sounded over the small village. Bajiu squatted at the door and looked nervously into the house.
Inside the house, Xiao Shi was stripped of his pants and soaked in a large iron bucket. A small fire was burning under the iron bucket. The water in the iron bucket was golden yellow with some bubbles from time to time.
"It's just three wild wolves. You can beat them away with your fists and kicks. You have to use the power of mantra. It's better now. It hurts your internal organs!" Xie Sansheng said angrily, and then threw out a transparent piece of The crystal entered the iron bucket, and Xiao Shi instantly felt less hot, and then looked at Xie Sansheng with a smile.
"Mom said, girls like shiny things!"
"Use your fists and feet, don't shine!"
Xie Sansheng held his forehead and sighed: "You were only three years old when your mother left. Why did she teach you these things?"
"Mom said that if she hadn't thought of a way back then, daddy, you would still be safe now." Xiao Shi sighed, "You're afraid that I won't be able to get a wife after following you, so let me write down all these words!"
"Your mother..." Xie Sansheng opened his mouth and said for a long time, "She is a visionary."
At this point, Xie Sansheng seemed to be thinking about something. Xiao Shi lay on the edge of the iron bucket and asked in a low voice: "Dad, do you miss your mother?"
"Nonsense! Being a father means entering samadhi!"
"It's not time to do homework, why do you need to enter samadhi?"
"Only when you are in meditation can you seriously miss your mother!"
Xiao Shi rolled his eyes, and then said seriously: "Dad, I have thought about what vows I want to make! You can give me the initiation."
Hearing this, Xie Sansheng looked at Xiao Shi and smiled softly: "Love ring?"
"Yes!" Xiao Shi nodded seriously, "I vow to never leave Li Bajiu in this life!"
Xie Sansheng looked at Xiao Shi and said helplessly: "My father told you that our practice is to practice by making vows and observing the precepts. The greater the vow and the more vows, the stronger the cultivation can be improved through practice!"
"But once you break your practice, your whole body will be gone."
"You are in the first ring right now, don't you think about it seriously?"
Xiao Shi shook his head.
"But you've only met me once!"
"She's beautiful!"
"But there are many better-looking women in the outside world."
"Then there's nothing we can do. Who let me see Li Bajiu first? The order is very important." Xiao Shi sighed, feeling sorry for the more beautiful women outside.
Xie Sansheng chuckled lightly and shook his head: "No! When you are eighteen, I will give you the love ring. Think of other things first."
Xiao Shi pouted and shouted outside the room: "Bajiu, you heard it. It's my father who doesn't let me keep the precepts now. You wait until I'm eighteen!"
There was a sound of kicking on the door, and Xie Sansheng and Xie Xiaoshi looked at each other and smiled in the room.
"Good boy, are you using your father as a shield?"
"Mom said, for girls, if you say nice things, you will have to ask others to do difficult things. If a father and son are fighting, you will definitely not care about me."
"Now that I think about it, your mother is not unfair if I lose to you."
Xiao Shi took the medicinal soup happily and said, "Bajiu told me that people outside need to study to practice. Dad, why don't we study?"
"Who said there is no need to read? We use this place to read." Xie Sansheng pointed to his heart and said: "Practice is the process of reading. Our principles are secretly taught by the Buddha. We do not establish words, use mantras instead of sutras, and observe ourselves. Become a Buddha, do you understand?”
Xiao Shi nodded perfunctorily and was about to say something else when suddenly the door was kicked open. Xiaoshi thought it was Bajiu who came in, and when he was about to hide in the water, he realized it was the village chief grandpa.
The village chief grandfather was the old man who had talked to Xie Sansheng before. At this moment, his eyes were closed tightly, but the golden light was still shining through his eyelids. At the same time, two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eyes.
Xie Sansheng was shocked. He stepped forward, tied his hands inwards, put his two index fingers together, pressed the nails of his ring fingers with his two thumbs, made the fundamental mudra with his hands, and quickly uttered a strange pronunciation in his mouth. Suddenly, a ray of light shot towards the old man from the fingerprints. Between his eyebrows, the golden light in the old man's eyes disappeared, and the blood and tears stopped.
"Master, what's wrong?" Xie Sansheng asked.
The old man spoke slowly: "I entered concentration to contemplate the future Buddha, and saw the treasure mountain appearing in this world, and the Buddha's light reaching into the sky."
"Sansheng, go and find him."
"That might be Mount Sumeru!"
…
Chen Luo stretched and walked out of the bedroom.
The steward who had been waiting for a long time saw Chen Luo and hurriedly came forward and said respectfully: "Mr. Liu, are you awake? I will arrange breakfast for you. Will you eat it in the yard or bring it to the room?"
"Go to the study room." Chen Luo ordered. It was rare to find a stable place. He might be setting off tomorrow. Chen Luo planned to write the last four chapters of "The Legend of the Eight Immortals" today.
In the past, it was just that there were few daily updates and it was out of context, so it was called the shame of literati; now it has started to be updated weekly, and I don’t know what will be said.
Would Chen Luo be that kind of person?
Subjectively it is not possible, it is just that there is too little Hongmeng Qi, which limits the performance.
Yes, it is like that!
Chen Luo walked towards the study, and suddenly heard the sound of explosions coming from outside the courtyard. He looked sideways and saw green energy rising into the sky not far away. Chen Luo stopped and asked the steward of Huairen Yuan: "What happened? "
The steward had just finished ordering breakfast. When he heard Chen Luo's inquiry, he glanced in the direction Chen Luo was looking and said quickly: "Back to Mr. Liu, it's a fight in the Holy Realm."
"Fighting in the Holy Realm? What do you mean?"
The steward hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Didn't Mr. Liu go through the entrance problem set by my Cui family when he entered the city before?"
Chen Luo nodded.
"Actually, this was done just to deal with the battle in the holy realm."
Chen Luo then remembered that Cui Youdu had indeed said before that the reason why the entry question was set was because the Cui family had something to do, so those students who took advantage of the spring to travel thousands of miles retreated.
"This battle in the Holy Realm is to compete for the place to enter the Holy Realm." The steward continued, "My Cui family once considered the justice of the human race and handed over the secret realm of the Cui family."
"But some special dojos in the secret realm are more suitable for understanding the rules of heaven, so the holy church has granted my Cui family ten entry quotas. Seven of them are fixed and three are mobile."
"But according to the unspoken rules between saint families, considering that the holy realm is owned by my Cui family, they usually will not compete with my Cui family. But this year, there is a family that wants to compete for the three mobile quotas of my Cui family."
"Right now, the other party is fighting with my family. Mr. Liu, don't worry, our Cui family will definitely win."
Chen Luo thought for a while: "Can outsiders watch this fight?"
The steward was stunned for a moment and nodded: "It's a public competition, so naturally you can watch."
Chen Luo smiled and said, "Then I'm going to take a look and cheer for the Cui family."
When the steward heard this, he was immediately overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly. Chen Luo waved his hand, walked towards the outside of the courtyard, and asked casually: "By the way, which family is so inconsiderate that it came to snatch the Cui family's place."
The steward sighed: "Two months ago, a master who called himself 'Yang Wei' went to the Qu family in Qingzhou alone, visited the door to seek enlightenment, and defeated three masters of the Qu family in a row, taking away the Qu family's holy place. .”
The Qingzhou Qu family, similar to the Cui family, also had a semi-sage in their ancestors, but the saint has been dead for thousands of years, and their background is still one level worse than that of the Cui family.
"Half a month ago, Yang Wei went to the Zou family in Luozhou. He also defeated three Zou family masters in a row and took away the Zou family's Holy Realm quota."
The ancestors of the Zou family were the famous saints of the Yin-Yang family. Although they have long since died, the Zou family is still at the level of sect leader in the Yin-Yang Dao. In terms of family power, it is almost the same as the Cui family.
"Seven days ago, Yang Wei posted a message to my Cui family, asking for a spot in the Holy Realm."
"But this time, the battle post he made is a natural one!"
Chen Luo was stunned: Tianli post?
The steward looked around and whispered: "Sure the laws of heaven and destroy human desires. It's just a unique greeting card from the Fang family."
"Then Yang Wei's true identity is a descendant of the Fang family!"
"Fang family!" Chen Luo was stunned. At the same time, Yun Siyao's figure appeared next to Chen Luo.
"Senior sister..." Chen Luo looked at Yun Siyao, and Yun Siyao nodded: "The Fang family is not trying to get a quota."
"Teacher destroyed the Fang family's ancestral land earlier. The second senior sister blocked the door and fought with eighteen great scholars of the Fang family. The king of the town showed up to warn the half-saint of the Fang family!"
"It should be that the Fang family has cleaned up its family style and is now starting to fight back."
"Their first step is to restore the majesty of the Fang Family Holy Clan."
"Show off your power!"
Chen Luo frowned slightly, stopped talking, and just walked out of the courtyard.
If this is the case, then this is not the excitement of other people's homes.
Want to feel proud?
Have you applied and written a report?
No?
Then hold it back!
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