Wanqi Mingyao whispered: "It's like this every time, it's boring."

The taller figure than ordinary people, and with the wrinkle of his pretty nose at this moment, it looks both playful and charming.

The man in Xuan shook his head and smiled, took a step, stood by the cliff with Wanqi Mingyao, and his eyes turned to the border of the wilderness.

The sun shrouded the Bianhuangji. Looking from this distance, the Bianhuangji became very small and the world was particularly vast.

When he noticed the Bianhuang Club, Li Zhichang and Venerable Ananda, the distance between his eyebrows could not help but shortened a little.

The man in Xuanyi whispered: "Taiyi Daozun will probably be the most terrifying opponent I have encountered in my life. I thought he had no way to deal with Ananda without any harm, but I didn't expect that he would underestimate him in the end."

When Wanqi Mingyao heard the four words "Taiyi Daozun", her clear eyes lit up and said curiously: "What trick did he use to surprise you so much?"

The man in Xuanyi said with a sigh: "With Venerable Ananda's unmoving Zen heart, even if Taiyi Daozun is more skilled in spiritual cultivation than him, it is impossible to completely suppress him, and thus defeat him without any damage. However, the tricks he used at this moment were related to the spirit."

Wanqi Mingyao seemed to understand but not understand, and said softly: "What's going on?"

"I can only guess that this is not a spiritual competition, but a reincarnation. It seems that Li Zhichang is calling out the most distant memories of Venerable Ananda and let him experience a time he has not forgotten again. This time may be this life, a previous life, or it may have never happened, but it must have been imprinted in the life mark of Venerable Ananda." The man in Xuancheng said this passage almost in a tone of chanting.

If Li Zhi often heard the man in the dark clothes, he would definitely pay more attention to the man in the dark clothes.

Because you can still see the confrontation between two immortal-level figures at a glance, you can really have such magical powers by having extremely insight into the Tao of Heaven and Humans.

The average broken void is not that powerful.

Wanqi Mingyao's eyes showed a puzzled look and said, "Things have never happened? What does this mean?"

The man in Xuanyi said with a sigh: "Life is like a dream. Death is like a dream. Some things you should have should have, and when they do not have, they will not have happened. Only you understand, and only you know.'

When Li Zhichang's mental power enveloped Venerable Ananda, Venerable Ananda also thought that Li Zhichang wanted to compete with him in the most sinister spirituality.

However, Li Zhichang's mental power was like smoke and fog, without any malice, and he was still sneaking into his heart with his full defense.

In an instant, Ananda found himself falling over a temple hall, floating and as light as nothing.

The sound of chanting scriptures sounded in the hall, and the sound of the Sanskrit was like singing:

When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practices the deep Prajna Paramita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty and overcomes all sufferings.

Sariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and feeling, thinking, action and consciousness are the same.

Relics are the emptiness of all dharmas

The one who recited the scriptures was a monk, a handsome little monk. Even if he was wearing an inconspicuous monk's robe, he could not hide the heroic spirit of the little monk.

It’s just that my eyebrows are calm and I deliberately cover up this style, but it makes people feel at ease.

In the middle of the hall, Ananda stood beside the Buddha, for the Buddha's support.

Like the full moon in autumn, eyes like green lotus.

Buddhism is like the sea, flowing into Ananda's heart.

The monk who recited the scriptures actually looked a bit similar to Venerable Ananda himself.

The temple is called Wuliang Temple. The monk is the monk with the strongest memory in the temple. His handsome appearance makes those who see him happy.

In Wuliang Temple, the monk is the youngest, but he is smart and knowledgeable.

Not only did the abbot like him, but he was also popular, and was especially respected by women.

A gentle woman's voice sounded outside. It was very delicate and crisp, making people feel good when they heard it.

The girl whispered softly: "Little monk, little monk, little monk."

The soft and soft voice came in through the window paper outside the hall.

Even though the young monk deliberately tapped the wooden fish, his strength was a little stronger, but he still couldn't hide the girl's soft words.

Because although the girl's voice was thin, it was bound into lines, condensed but not dispersed, and it was directly transmitted into the little monk's ears.

The sound of chanting scriptures was finally disrupted, and the sound of wooden fish became lighter.

The monk showed a helpless expression and pushed open the hall door. His beautiful face and graceful girl's body entered the eyes of the monk and saw it at a glance.

Although I have seen this girl countless times, every time I see her, his heartbeat will still accelerate a little, so I have to use my fingers to tweak the Buddhist beads to cover it.

The girl's black eyes were eye-catching by the monk, bold and enthusiastic, enough to melt the heart of any man.

Because the monk is particularly destined to him and is kind, careful and wise, he is the most respected person among women inside and outside Wuliang Temple.

Once, the young monk and the abbot were on the way to the Huahua era, and met this girl asking them for Buddhism.

Moreover, this girl always asks the young monk to explain the Buddhist order first, and then asks the abbot to explain his doubts.

Later, the girl didn't look for the old abbot at all, but just came to the little monk in different ways every day to tell stories.

Because of the young monk's kindness and kindness, he never refuses, this girl often brings many troubles and obstacles to his practice.

As a result, the abbot often preached to the young monk alone, asking him to avoid this girl and stay away from ordinary love, and he would be the descendant of the Shaolong Buddhist seed in the future.

In a moment, Venerable Ananda seemed to be a little monk, and the little monk was Venerable Ananda. The two did not distinguish between each other, and Venerable Ananda came to the life of the little monk.

Everything is so real and moving.

When will I see this jade man tonight?

When is this good time now?

The fragrance of a girl comes, and the fragrance is distant.

It is as pure as a lotus without any impurities.

The flow into Ananda's unmoving Zen heart also caused ripples.

He carries all the memories of young life, young body, and young people.

The boy's joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness dominates his heart.

When the little monk saw the girl, he was happy, happy and nervous, just like Ananda's Buddha's heart, and the same.

The girl blinked and smiled and said, "I'm here to listen to your story again, little monk."

The three long and soft words "Little Monk" are full of the innocence and liveliness of a girl. Even if the Buddha hears it, he will be moved, let alone a little girl.

As if he had practiced countless times, the young monk naturally said, in an extremely gentle voice: "What story do Miss Xiu want to hear today?"

The girl Xiu narrowed her beautiful eyes and Zhan Yan said, "What do you say, what do I listen to?"

It seemed that the little monk took Miss Xiu to a pool of clear lotus outside the hall. The water was gurgling, and next to it was a small bamboo forest. The breeze blew, making it look particularly quiet and clear. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!