It's night.

Under the moon, in front of the temple.

Tuokya falls on the stone platform and meditates, and Hupa Cilen sits on the ground and meditates, with a good appearance.

Mo Luo and Fang Yin sat in front of the stove, talking, and baking a fire.

"Ahururu, the Living Buddha said that you have passed the test and can leave tomorrow morning. ”

"Who is Ahururu, you are Ahururu!"

"The Living Buddha knows that you can't pick the red lotus, because you are the reincarnation of Lord Vishnu and have a compassionate heart. ”

"I'm not Lord Vishnu either, Master Moro, so don't be kidding. ”

"Don't you believe what the Living Buddha said?"

"It's not that I don't believe it, I don't understand, since he can pinch everything, why should I run for nothing?"

"The past has been decided early, and the fate is uncertain, what do you say?"

"You said it, it's variable. ”

"At that time, the choice was yours, no one could control it, the red lotus was evil thoughts and delusions, but fortunately you kept your heart. ”

"What if I pick it?"

"If you pick the red lotus, you will never be able to walk out of this snow-capped mountain again, the living Buddha said-"

"Haha! The town is at the foot of the mountain, and you will never be able to live forever?"

"Don't laugh, it's true. ”

“......”

It is true, Moro said, that the Living Buddha would never allow anyone to offend the sacred red lotus.

It's true, this is a test, related to Fang Yin's life and death.

Fang Yin wants to pick flowers but doesn't have a thought, and the Living Buddha wants to kill him, it's not a joke.

Fang Yin gave up the red lotus and saved his life.

Daoist Fang went to see Tuojialuo, and until now, he still had some fears in his heart.

I found that Tokaluo, generally looking over-

He was laughing, smiling sadly.

For this red-clothed old lama who looked like an empty and sad old monk, Fang Yin had always been faintly afraid of him in his heart. With him by his side, Fang Yin was restless and uncomfortable, as if his clothes were stripped naked and exposed in front of people, in broad daylight. He can see deep inside you and know all your secret thoughts, such a person is absolutely terrifying. What's even more terrifying is that this old lama is scheming, like a refined one-

Tuogaru whispered, sat upright, and closed his eyes.

"The Living Buddha said that he is not a vixen, so you don't need to be afraid of him. Moro laughed.

You see.

The night sky is pure, the stars are bright, and everything is silent, like a dream.

The night is deep, and people are not sleeping.

Huba Cilen grinned widely, dancing and roaring, like an ancient fierce beast, shattering the waves that stirred the Yaochi Galaxy with a majestic and arrogant attitude: "Ahururu! Ahururu!" Huba Cilen is very happy today, this Ahururu is really a big lucky star! Master said that tomorrow Huba Cilen can go down the mountain to play, followed by Huba Cileng's senior brother Moro, and this Ahururu friend: "Horn Mi Boom!"

Happy event from heaven! Lucky stars shine brightly!

Huba Cilen died of joy, you must know that Huba Cilen rarely walks out of the Great Snow Mountain, because the master does not let him.

"That's right. Moro smiled and said, "The Living Buddha wants me to give you a ride, and by the way, take Huba Cilen out for a long experience." ”

"Wonderful! wonderful!" Fang Yin smiled: "Ancient Temple, walk!"

When the day dawns, we set off.

It's dawn.

It's dawning, and before you know it, it's dawning.

It's as if Fang Yin has grown up, and he has grown up unconsciously.

The sun and the moon will alternate, the years are irreversible, don't wait for empty sighs, time to cherish.

Get on the road!

One person came, three people left, leaving only a living Buddha and a red lotus to guard this snowy mountain.

Guarding this heaven and earth, ancient and long, guarding all living beings, poisonous snakes and fierce beasts.

Huba Cilen strode forward and roared happily, as if to say goodbye: "Woo-woo-woo-"

"Woohoo—woohoo—"

Yes, Toraka is the king of beasts, and to those jackals, tigers and leopards, this huge wolf is just their brother and friend.

A huge black tiger crouched quietly on the stone platform, and Tuoga landed beside him.

On the neck, a loop.

Fang Yin saw it early, and he was already moved!

The Living Buddha is a powerful person, and he has many secrets, and there are some things that Moro will not tell Fang Yin-

For example, Tuojialuo is the teacher of the Western Liang country, and the status of the reverence for the lord of the Xiliang country is not as good.

For example, Fang Yin and Tuo Jia Luo are natural opponents, destined enemies.

For example, the Snow Mountain Red Lotus was only a test of the first level for Fang Yin, as well as the Ancient Temple.

For example, the Living Buddha predicted that Fang Yin would die there.

For example, so the Guru asked Moro to give him a ride and give him his way to the Western Heavens.

Where there is light, there is darkness, hell and heaven are separated by a line, and people walk in between.

Up the hill, down the hill, one step, one step, and one step at a time.

At the foot of the mountain, the corpses are shocking everywhere, and the skeletons of cattle and sheep are everywhere. No one, jackals, tigers and leopards have gone, eagles, eagles and black finches have flown away, leaving only black and black pressed dense insects and ants, happily and wantonly wandering in the meantime. Weak as ants, edible giant beasts, all living beings are equal, this is the way of balance between heaven and earth. In nature, nothing will be wasted, silence and extinction are endless, and there is warmth in slaughter.

"Horn Mi Bang Bang Bang Mi Bang!" is the mantra of Huba Cilen, which gives it many special meanings. Huba Cilen strode forward, and threw the two people behind him far away: "Moramoro-Ahururu-"

"Huba Cilen, Ahururu is here!" Fang Yin laughed and quickly caught up: "Run, run, run!"

"Horn Mi Bang

"Huba Cilen!Haha Huba Cilen!" For this Huba Cilen brother, Fang Yin likes it very much, and even has some pity. It is also sympathy, Moro said that he abandoned Yamashita since he was a child because he was stupid. People's hearts are flesh and blood, and Huba Cilen also has parents, so Huba Cilen is stupid and stupid, how can he leave him alone? Fang Yin didn't understand, Fang Yin understood. Moro said that it was thirty years ago, and Huba Cileng was already ten years old, and there was a reason why his parents didn't want him—

Huba Cilen fought with people and beat a strong man to death.

Again, they were eaten alive.

Daoist Fang, frightened! It is worthy of the huge wolf, Huba Cileng is a devil!

But after Moro finished speaking, Fang Yin burst into tears.

Huba Cileng's life experience is very tragic, even more tragic than Boss Fang, or Xiao Fangzi. Whether Huba Cileng is a wolf or a devil, he is the most beloved, dearest and beloved son of his father. His father and mother abandoned him, and then committed suicide by cutting their necks and dying in front of the snowy mountain. Because there is a living Buddha on the snowy mountain, only he can save Huba Cileng. At that time, many people were at the foot of the mountain and witnessed the tragic and tragic scene. Including relatives and friends of people who have eaten Huba Cileng.

And so did Tokah fall, and so did Moroh.

Moro walked unhurriedly, calmly and calmly, looking at the two men chasing and playing in the distance.

It's like looking, thirty years ago.

The living Buddha sat down, and the tiger crouched in front of him, both looking at the horizon sadly.

The remnant sun, like blood, reflects the western sky.