Honglian Temple.

In the deep mountains behind the temple, a lonely brass hall is like a monster, crawling among the mountains.

This single-body hall is extremely large, thousands of feet high, thousands of feet long and wide, and the aura is erratic. The interior definitely uses extremely brilliant space formations, greatly expanding the space in it.

In front of the hall, a stone road that is hundreds of feet wide leads directly to the front mountain. On the stone road that is cleaned to the spotless, a turtle with a armor that is two feet square, and a blue-gray body is slowly crawling left and right.

He climbed from the left side of the slab to the right side, then turned around, and crawled towards the left side of the slab.

Come and go, never stop.

On the back of the big turtle, there was a thatched futon with a diameter of three feet.

On the futon, there was a big monk with a white and fat lips, white teeth, and a thin skin and tender flesh all over his body. He was full of smiles on his round face.

This monk... he sat cross-legged on the cushion, still more than three feet high, and his waist was nearly three feet long. It was a white mountain of meat, sitting in surprise on such a small cushion, pressing on the back of such a small turtle.

Such a huge, fat monk, with two snow-white and delicate big hands, holding a piece of scripture that is square, and is reciting it seriously. From time to time, he dipped his fingers in his mouth, and carefully turned the withered and yellow pages.

Such a small book and such a big monk, it is really a bit inconsistent to match it together.

After the big turtle crawled back and forth countless times, the monk nodded and said leisurely: "Forget it, today's asceticism is still one last step... to send the little monk into the palace?"

The big turtle stretched his neck hard and took a heavy breath. An extremely fierce and cruel look flashed in his eyes. He slowly turned his body and crawled towards the hall. He crawled forward step by step, with heavy steps.

"You have resentment in your heart." The great monk put down the scriptures in his hand and sighed softly: "If you have resentment, it's not good."

"Look, the sky is so blue; the trees are so green; the mountains are so beautiful; the sunset is so beautiful... This world is beautiful and brilliant, and the fragrance of "love" flows in the air."

"You must always feel the existence of 'love'. You must be full of love for this world, all things in this world, and all living things. Use love to wash away the resentment in your heart, use love to resolve the hatred in your heart, and use love to eliminate the cruelty in your blood."

"As long as you feel the 'world love' one day, it will be a good day for you to have a vast sky and let the turtle travel."

The monk smiled. His thick arms were so long that he stretched out strangely. He reached under the cushion and gently patted the big turtle's head: "Think about it, you can play freely in the sea waves. What a love scene!"

The fierce light burst into the eyes of the big turtle, and he finally couldn't help but roar: "Damn bald man... If it weren't for you, I'll be happy in the sea now! I'll do you-mother-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The monk's smile did not change, but he used his five fingers with his right hand and squeezed the long neck of the big turtle more than a foot long into seven or eight pieces with a "click".

The big turtle's body twitched violently, and the monk's right hand slowly let go. The big turtle's neck fell to the ground with a "splash". After a few twitches, wisps of blood flashed on his neck, and the broken bones, meridians, etc. quickly connected, and soon recovered as before.

"Come on, follow the monk and say that the air is so fresh and the world is so beautiful, and our hearts are filled with warm love!"

The monk smiled slowly and said, "Come on, follow the monk and say... Hurry up, hurry up, do you still want the monk to take off your armor as an iron pot?"

The big turtle muttered with a gloomy face, "Grieved teeth": "The air is so fresh and the world is so beautiful... My heart is full of love for you - old - mother!"

The monk's right hand moved suddenly.

The big turtle let out a shrill scream, dark green blood splattered, and his tortoise shell appeared in the hands of the monk, and the cushion directly pressed on his flesh and blood. The big turtle's body shivered violently.

Blood surging, and after a breath, a piece of armor reborn from the big turtle.

His body shivered slightly, and he walked towards the hall step by step with the monk on his back.

The monk stuffed the tortoise shell in his hand into his sleeve and murmured to himself: "Well, in Xiangjiu Kitchen in the temple, you have more than 3,000 tortoise shell pots, so you really can't use so much. What, it is said that the tortoise shell is very useful for divination?"

"Especially, you are a million-year-old turtle, and the tortoise shell is even more magical. Well, collect more and sell it to those who specialize in fortune-telling. It is also a good account."

"Well, the Honglian Temple family is big and the expenses are also big. The young monk wanted to build a new hall a few years ago to worship the young monk's 53rd generation of ancestors... but they were short of money and had no money for a while... They all depended on you!"

The monk lowered his head with a smile, and smiled at the big turtle who was gritting his teeth and crawling forward, saying, "A turtle shell sells a ingot of gold. The little monk calculated that if there are millions of ingots of gold, it will almost be able to build the hall properly."

The big turtle's body shivered violently, and he closed his mouth and never made any sound again.

Judging from the great monk's meaning, he had to dig out a million turtle shells from the big turtle.

Even though this big turtle was quite confident in his magical powers, he did not dare to provoke the ruthless monk with a smile on his face.

A hero doesn’t suffer any loss right now, right?

The monk smiled slightly and nodded slowly: "The son is teachable, great kindness... I think you have already felt the little monk's 'caring' for you. Well, hurry up."

The big turtle accelerated. He ran to the front of the hall door with the monk in his arms, knocked open the thick brass hall door with his head, then jumped lightly, jumped over the three-foot threshold, and rushed into the hall.

In the main hall, huge bronze lampstands stood neatly there, with little lights swaying on the lampstands, and every light represents a disciple of Honglian Temple.

There are at least tens of thousands of bronze lampstands here, and there are tens of thousands of lights on each bronze lampstand.

The entire Honglian Temple, including this temple and the lower courts, is home to over 100 million disciples. Such a force is worthy of being one of the three divine sects of the Shui Dynasty.

The big turtle was walking among the lampstands with the monk on his back. The monk carefully examined the little lights on the lampstand.

This is what the monk has to do every day.

Seeing these burning lights, the monk felt very at ease.

Gradually, the big turtle came to the depths of the hall. With a "puff" sound, a little light suddenly went out on a lampstand, and a wisp of blue smoke rose up on the wick, just like a dead soul saying the final farewell to the world.

The big turtle was stunned and then laughed loudly: "Smiling Buddha, your little thief is bald!"
Chapter completed!