Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, the poor nun has a relationship with the donor, and he loves to hear this.

But if you change it to a bald donkey, it's disgusting.

This may be the magnet effect.

Repulsion at the same pole, attractment at opposite poles?

Heavenly way.

Honorable Heaven.

Sweat.

Disgusting oozing pores, Wang Langjun looked sideways at the round-faced monk with a charming smile, and said angrily: "The Buddha sits in the temple."

Recite the Sutra alone.

How do you know the Buddha apricot.

A red wall? ”

"What the donor said is very true, I don't know what to do with the red apricot in this corner?"

Incisive, exhausted the mentality of some disciples, Enwu Zen Master raised his hand to introduce the young man into the temple gate of the Great Ci'en Temple, pointed to the red apricot in the corner of the right wall and asked.

Another stalker, Wang Langjun was annoyed, and Yun'er followed with the support of Xianghe, turned to the right, saw Qin Qiong looking up at the sky, and said depressedly: "General Qin is eating at the sky?"

This heavenly wrath will cause people to complain, and it will bring on a monstrous disaster.

Punish the world, and the world will not dare to anger the rules and regulations.

But there are people who deceive and offer treasures for power.

Conceal the burial of the living and sell the clan sister.

Just for their own glory and wealth.

Who's to say wrong?

The government sheltered and intoxicated.

Why? ”

Qin Qiong rolled her eyes and raised her head higher, what kind of day is it to kill her brother and force her father to snatch the throne and become the emperor?

Although the emperor built temples, he emphasized Buddhism and chanted scriptures and prayed for blessings.

But it does not make up for the sins that have been committed.

Those sins are so great that it is useless to ask monks to recite scriptures, they are just deceiving themselves.

When the Buddha came, Enwu Zen Master stood on his chest with one hand and said after proclaiming the Buddha's name: "The donor knows the suffering of the world.

There are those villains who calculate their families, step on outsiders, and are bent on getting rich and seeking power.

Bribe the powerful to support and help the villain protect his rights and interests.

Suppress the loyal and good, deprive the good people of the interests and run for the future.

The good people have no place to redress their grievances and reason.

If you are angry and kill the villain, it is okay to be implicated.

But how can you bear to bring the misfortune to your relatives and friends?

Therefore, the good people can only swallow their anger.

Why bother?

If it is miserable, it is better to take refuge in Buddhism.

Cultivate one's own body and ascend to the bliss of creation as soon as possible.

You can also pray for relatives and friends, and enjoy family happiness.

Why not?

Amitabha! ”

"I've lived so long that I don't even think about it a million times.

Is it daydreaming, babbling and babbling, indulging in it, thinking that I have lived longer?

Stupid or not?

Although this kind of stupidity can alleviate the bad root of the mood.

So as to calm things and calm people, and the heart is like stopping water.

Achieve a longevity mentality.

The heart is peaceful.

Tranquility is peaceful.

The calm and harmonious body is a kind of long-term ecology.

But this is a kind of cultivation that gives up the seven emotions and six desires in exchange for a kind of cultivation like grass and trees.

Fixed in one place to steal life, accustomed to rely on ecology.

This state is actually a stupid gesture.

Because life is in the world, the grass and trees are autumn.

With such a short period of existence, why do you still want to live forever in the temple?

That's why it's called stupidity.

Instead of following the trend of life, live a colorful life, enjoy the humanity, all states, for the great freedom, why fear the villain?

Afraid of villains, like herding sheep, fattened and then killed.

No one is merciful in killing the enemy.

Isn't it? ”

Looking for scolding, brother will scold you dead bald donkeys, Wang Langjun saw that the golden armor guards guarding the road quickly retreated into the temple, puzzled, and did not forget to despise the dead bald donkey.

The bald donkey is really going to join in the fun, has you taken a fancy to my brother?

Is my brother just a good life?

There is no peace anywhere?

What does this mean?

Let Brother be a monk.

Lack of cleanup.

Bald donkey...

The young man's mentality is still too impetuous, and Zen Master Enwu is not annoyed, but walks in front of the left to lead the way and says: "The donor talks extraordinary.

At such an age, I saw through the heavenly principle that good and evil in the red dust will be rewarded in the end.

It's just that he is still in the ethics of heaven, and he is attached to tenderness.

When the gentle township becomes a bone scraper, a hero's mound.

Presumably, the donor will wake up.

But by then, it was too late.

Although there is a saying in the Buddha's words that he put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot, it is not a lie.

But the odds of attaining that kind of enlightenment are too low, too low.

This stems from being obsessed with red dust and experiencing too many events.

Surrounded by mundane things, haunted by the soul, constantly cutting, cutting and messy, how can we talk about meditation and cultivation?

And the donor's wisdom is deep, and it is penetrating at one point.

Why don't you turn back as soon as possible.

Take refuge in my Buddha..."

Wang Langjun's face twitched slightly, he opened his mouth to speak, saw Yun'er flirting to the right, smelled the fragrance and lost his words, only to hear Yun'er say crisply: "The ancients said: It is better to destroy ten temples than to break down a marriage, and to be honest and not to deceive people."

The bald donkey is really not a thing.

Forgetting his ancestors and betraying his relatives, he doesn't remember how he was born in the world.

What else do you talk about self-cultivation and hardship for sentient beings?

I can't even save myself.

Wooden fish head.

Stupid.

Elf.

A bunch of lazy people who are waiting for death.

It's not a pity to die.

Unsightly. ”

"Giggles, Miss said it well, a dead bald donkey should be scolded."

Stinky monk, dare to deceive the son, damn it, Xianghe helped the young lady to walk forward, peeking at the side of the child's face with a smile, relieved to help.

The girl is unforgiving, Yun'er moved her true feelings, Wang Langjun felt the warm current and warmed his body, and the monk with side eyes was so angry that his face was sallow, and he broke out in a cold sweat, and said disdainfully: "I have heard people say, don't say it, don't say it."

Do not speak of unsavory greed.

Greedy for longevity, not working.

Confuse the world and offer sesame oil.

Pray for well-being and comfort the soul.

Bald donkey, phantom gold body.

In fact, it is afraid of the worldly competition for fame and fortune, and it is difficult to survive and want to make a living.

I would rather give up my seven emotions and six desires, and I would rather be born in a temple.

Meditate and chant sutras to cultivate the mouth and skin kung fu in order to persuade pilgrims to live with sesame oil money in their pockets.

Although there are some partial practices.

There are even eminent monks who have attained enlightenment.

But that's surprisingly rare.

Very few.

There weren't a lot of people.

Buddhahood.

The rest are all parasites.

Vampires.

I just don't know what kind of blood this master sucks? ”

"Amitabha, don't blaspheme the Buddha if the donor says nonsense!"

What should I do? Don't... Zen Master Enwu held the Buddha beads in one hand to salute and lobby, and brushed the monk's robe with his right hand behind his back.

"Bang, boom..."

The top of the Temple of Great Mercy and Grace collapsed.

The sound shook all over the world, and the smoke and dust billowed out, which shocked countless people's hearts.

What's going on?

Is that...

What's the situation? Wang Langjun dodged in front of Yun'er, looked up and saw the top floor of the Great Ci'en Temple collapsing, and couldn't help but gasp and said, "General Qin, hurry up."

Don't get into it and get into trouble.

It's not easy..."

"What? Do you know who's in there?

If you see death and don't save it, you have to die, don't you understand?

Save people, quickly, quickly..."

Damn, how can this be? Qin Qiong's face changed in shock, and she roared and rushed into the interior of the Great Ci'en Temple.

Together with the guards in golden armor, they rushed in with a desperate shout.

What the hell is going on? Wang Langjun ignored it, and retreated back with the panicked Yun'er and Xianghe, but saw the round-faced monk blocking in front of him, and said angrily: "Dead bald donkey, get out of the way, otherwise my brother will kick your bald donkey's head as a ball." ”

"When the donor entered the Great Mercy and Grace Temple, the roof of the temple collapsed.

Regardless of whether the collapse of the temple has anything to do with the donor, the donor is afraid that he will be criticized if he leaves at this time.

At that time, it will be difficult to escape the suspicion of destroying the temple.

Please think twice before you act?

Amitabha! ”

It's too late to leave now, and Zen Master Enwu saluted and lobbied with a serious face, compassion and solemnity.

Bastard bald donkey, Wang Langjun always felt that there was something wrong, but he couldn't figure it out for a while, so he simply stood in the center of the field, looked around at the crowd and said, "I don't know if your temple welcomed that distinguished guest today?" ”

"The donor is the guest..."

Weighing in your heart, Enwu Zen Master said solemnly.

Fake and crooked, Wang Langjun felt that the round-faced monk was not right, otherwise he would have run into the temple to save people, and said in disgust: "Get out, don't let my brother be angry, he will die..."

"Come on, Doctor Chuan, Niangniang is injured..."

An exclamation frightened the pedestrians, and the sky was about to fall...