Rouge is originally made of dust, washing away the lead and white bones.

The gorgeously dressed monk with hairpins and incense slowly repeated, suddenly clasped his palms, looked at Zhao Tong, and said cautiously, "It turned out to be a respectful driver." ”

This monk is none other than Luo Huan, a real monk of the Lamaist Sect and nicknamed "Seyama". This Luo Huan's practice is joyful meditation, his behavior is uninhibited, and he likes to travel around the most. Previously, he provoked Lu Miaoying, and was chased and killed by Lu Miaoying all the way, and was forced to work for him. The six peaks of Lushan opened, Lu Miaoying took Zhang Yuehua and floated away, Luo Huan repeated his free body, and then ran out of the capital again.

This Luo Huan is also very single. Seeing that the south had a prejudice against lamas, everyone shouted and beat them, so they changed into the clothes of Han Buddhism, pretended to be Han monks, and swaggered everywhere, looking for flowers and willows. After arriving in Wuchang, he showed his means slightly, and was regarded as a guest by Chen Youliang and his subordinates, and said that Huanxi Zen and Heavenly Demon Dance all day long.

Tonight, it was Chen Youliang Zhang Xuan, the left prime minister of the Han Dynasty, Jiang Qi and others who were the east, and set up a banquet on this Lan Kwai Fong flower boat, inviting Luo Huan to get drunk and rest, and by the way, to discuss the truth that the sky is round and the place is round and yin and yang are born together. Luo Huan, there is something in her heart, she has been perfunctory, picking left and right, all of them are unsatisfactory, which makes the old mother be scolded. Luo Huan was about to leave under the pretext, but unexpectedly, Zhao Tong was lured out.

Wuxu and Zhao Tong met in Anfeng City, all the way to Chuzhou, and spent several days. The two of them will talk about many things after the separation of the capital, and before the flower moon, between Luo Tent. Among them, Wuxu mentioned that he entered Bianliang, went down the river under the moon, and had a conversation with the lama to teach Yama Luo Luohuan and the bow of the boat.

And the matter of Wuxu and Zhao Tong, especially the matter of Wuxu breaking into the Wang Baobao military camp at night, manifesting the Dharma Realm of Guru Padmasambhava and the Dharma Realm of Mandala, and rescuing Zhao Tong. Luo Huan had already heard the people in the sect mention it.

Zhao Tong first sang and danced in combination with the Lama Sect Heavenly Demon Dance, and then when he fought, the demonic aura was revealed, and now he suddenly said, "Rouge is originally made of dust, wash away the lead and white bones." "Verses.

If Luo Huan couldn't guess it, he should have crashed to death.

Zhao Tong here, after listening to Luo Huan's words, immediately knew that his guess was right, forcibly endured the blood in his throat, and said coldly, "It turns out that it is really a real person of Luo Huan." ”

Just now, Zhao Tong endured the internal injury, and used all his strength to fight with this monk in the air, more than a dozen back and forth, regardless of victory or defeat, standing on the boat, on the surface, the clouds are light and the wind is light, there is no different color, in fact, the spiritual power in the body has been disordered and collapsed. If the monk continues to attack, Zhao Tong may not be able to save his life.

Luo Huan, when he heard the sound of "Seyan Luo Huan is a real person", he was also more sure in his heart.

The old mother standing next to her, seeing Zhao Tong and Luo Huan, seemed to be old acquaintances, and even if she smiled before speaking, she shook the silk handkerchief in her hand and was about to speak.

The adults over there who were holding the girls, whether it was Lord Zhang or Lord Jiang, all of them shook their spirits violently, their faces were like dirt, and they looked at Luo Huan.

But when he saw Yama Luo Huan, his hands made a mark on his chest, "The white bones are like jade, and the beauty is like wine and lips." ”

A red mist of incense rose from its wide-sleeved robe and permeated the entire ship. Countless murmurs and muffled grunts rang out.

After a few breaths, Luo Huan's sleeve robe flicked slightly, and a gust of wind swayed, blowing the red incense mist into the sky. On the ship, white bones, men and women, entangled.

Zhao Tong, who had already slowly risen into the air, looked at the white bones scattered everywhere under his feet, and also stretched out his hands, his sleeves swayed, and the white skull flew to the soles of his feet, layered on top of each other, like a skull bed.

Luo Huan, looking at Zhao Tong's feet, in the black smoke, the white skull gradually dissipated, his face became more solemn, and he said slowly, "Outside the sky, the great freedom is the Heavenly Demon." ”

Zhao Tong, his eyes were slightly closed, and his complexion began to be really ruddy, completely different from the color of rouge just now, with long hair, no wind and automatic, and the night was actually wavy around him. That look, under the bright moon, looks very gloomy.

A cold voice sounded in the void, "Master Luo, since you know that I am a master in the Great Freedom Palace. Could it be that he is also a descendant of the main palace?"

Luo Huan looked at this scene, where did he not know, Zhao Tong used the boat full of white bones to exert the Great Freedom Phaseless Heavenly Demon**, and took the opportunity to heal his injuries. secretly said a pity in his heart, but said on his lips, "Outside the sky, the sky is in the palace, although the little monk admires it very much, but he can't climb it!"

Behind Zhao Tong, the demonic energy rippled, and gradually turned into a figure flying.

"The lama teaches the heavenly demons to dance, and after rejoicing, they will see the white bones. White bones are like mountains and beds, desire is not phased, say joy, great freedom. ”

"On that day, Wuxu and the Guru, the bow of the boat said. Zhao Tong is not talented, and he also wants to ask the Guru Mandala Joy Sutra. ”

Luo Huan, clasping his palms and frowning, "The Mandala Joy Sutra is the secret of this religion. Zhao Shizhu wants to see and hear, but I'm afraid it's inconvenient. Unless, Master Wuxu teaches!"

After Luo Huan finished the last sentence, a golden light appeared all over his body, the treasure was solemn, and there was still a trace of ****. Behind him, there are countless golden-bodied Arhats, accompanied by vaguely inexplicable Sanskrit singing, honorable and handsome, with a compassionate face, favoring the right shoulder, and holding the seal with their palms.

Zhao Tong looked at Luo Huan with a serious face, looked at the venerable golden-bodied Arhat behind him, and suddenly smiled shallowly, extremely charming, his hands were spread, and he pointed to the sky. The figure behind him immediately flew up, dancing and walking towards Luo Huan.

Luo Huan shouted, "The pink skeleton should be viewed like this." The two palms waved, and a golden light was struck.

But I heard that Zhao Tong also folded his hands, and said without sadness or joy, "As soon as you enter the world, you must respond to the color, and you can cross the boat with joy." These two sentences are also the words of Wuxu and Luo Huan's bow on the other day.

The figure, in a singing and dancing posture, shot out a golden light through Luo Huan, and flew towards him without any fireworks.

"It's not good! I can't imagine that this witch is so familiar with the Buddhist exercises, she can break through the word hue, and really cultivate into a phaseless heavenly demon!" Luo Huan exclaimed in his heart, and he was about to fly into his mandala Dharma realm and escape.

Unexpectedly, the figure that sang and danced suddenly turned into countless clones, and the shadows were so large that they formed a black light curtain, blocking Luo Huan outside the Dharma Realm.

Zhao Tong on the other side was still with low eyebrows and palms, like an old monk, in an instant void, with endless emptiness in his words, "I deserve to be my daughter red, happy and comfortable." But he still borrowed the words of Wuxu and Luo Huan's bow confrontation that day.

The countless figure clones suddenly made countless graceful gestures and ran towards the countless golden-bodied Arhats.

Luo Huan sat upright with his palms together, held on for a moment, and suddenly shouted. Behind him, countless golden-bodied Arhats were immediately entangled by black gas.

In the night sky, countless murmurs began again. It seems that tonight on the river, spring goes to spring and returns.

This is Luo Huan's miscalculation, or it is destined for cause and effect. The lama taught the Mandala Sutra of Joy, and for hundreds of years, the person who majored in this Sutra became a real monk, only Luo Huan alone. Cultivating to a real person, Luo Huan has actually broken off her worldly desires, and ordinary women are just furnaces or white bones, how can they be truly famous.

But when he met Zhao Tong, he was restrained. Outside the sky, the Great Freedom of the Great Freedom Palace, the Great Freedom of the Heavenly Demon**, is based on the white bone view. Watching the white bones, giving birth to terror, that is, entering the devil; sitting on the white bones, feeling ****, becoming a demon; refining the white bones, life and death, being at ease.

The so-called one thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon, the same is the view of white bones, the great freedom of the Great Freedom Palace, the Great Freedom of the Heavenly Demon**, is the final cultivation of the Heavenly Demon.

Luo Huan, although he is a real monk, the Mandala Joy Sutra has also been cultivated very deeply. But the root is love and desire, and before he reaches the highest realm, it is difficult to meet a white bone demon cultivator like Zhao Tong, who understands Buddhism and has practiced the Heavenly Demon Dance. Although there are countless golden-bodied Arhats in the Dharma Realm, they are surrounded by countless flying demon shadows, arousing their lust, and between joy, the heavenly demons invade.

"Master Zhao, I still want to see the thin face of Wuxu, and show mercy to my subordinates!" Luo Huan, sitting upright and holding the seal, his divine consciousness transmitted.

At this moment, Zhao Tong is a ruthless heart, looking at the white bones, and exerting the great freedom of the Heavenly Demon**. If you listen to Luo Huan's words, remember the past with Wuxu, and feel old feelings and pity in your heart, the spell will have a flaw.

Luo Huan said this, but he saw the joints. But he didn't want to, it was self-defeating, which greatly stimulated Zhao Tong. Zhao Tong is even more ruthless.

But when he saw it, he still closed his eyes tightly, and said lazily, "This palace wants to take a look at the Mandala Joy Sutra from your teaching." I hope that the Guru will be perfected. ”

Between the words, the demon shadows that were like octopus, wrapped around the countless golden-bodied Arhats, made all kinds of **** gestures, and let out all kinds of soul-hooking hums.

If you look at it from a distance, there is a spring color in the sky, and countless spring palaces.

Only the people involved, Zhao Tong and Luo Huan, closed their eyes tightly, their expressions were solemn, and they were far away.

Luo Huan's countless Arhats manifested in the Law Realm were no longer golden, and their bodies were scarlet, obviously they would not last long before they would collapse; then, the Law Realm would be broken, and then, Luo Huan would be captured by Zhao Tong.

In such a process, although Luo Huan, whose eyes were closed, sat cross-legged and sat down, he could see it clearly. Such an outcome is unacceptable.

The so-called death is a small matter, but the loss of law is a big matter. If the lama teaches the Mandala Sutra of Joy, it will fall into the hands of a demonic monk like Zhao Tong, and under the reference of the two, the Great Freedom is unphased and demonic**, but I am afraid that it will be even more harmful.

Luo Huan finally opened his eyes with a sad face, "Nan Wu Shizun Shakyamuni Buddha!"

He passed away on his own.

Woohoo lament, a generation of monks, countless royal maidens, happy as they say, finally died under the dance of the Great Freedom and Phaseless Heavenly Demons, and they couldn't even ask for reincarnation.

What's more, when the interruption continues, the golden body of the Arhat in the Law Realm is entangled by the shadow of the Heavenly Demon, and countless messages have been learned by Zhao Tong.

Zhao Tong, with a graceful figure, hidden in the air, raised his middle finger, filtering, purifying, and analyzing these messages one by one.

After half a ring, Zhao Tong raised his hand, collected Luo Huan's skeletal body, and flew towards the Han Palace in Wuchang City.

Because, Zhao Tong learned a piece of information, tonight, the ghost cultivator is very likely to sneak into the Han Palace and take away Chen Youliang.

That's right

The bow of the boat said that it is difficult to distinguish the devil, and the white bones are not only Buddhas.

The so-called afflictions are Bodhi, but there is no right or wrong in joy.