The first Buddha in history

Yidian Xiushengdao looked helplessly at Wen Chunxiang and Xie Zhenghong, not knowing what to say for a moment.

It can be said that the place where he lives is not interesting at all, but the two of them ignore these things and talk about love here, even if he is a knife, he can't stand it.

"What I want to do, if you don't like it, you can just say it." Wen Chunxiang stopped, and looked at Xiushengdao contemptuously, "It's just that your Excellency is doing something in secret, it's a bit too dishonorable. some."

"The devil thinks that I'm cheating?" Dian Xiushengdao asked knowingly, "Do you still think I'm doing a good deed?"

Wen Chunxiang had expected that Dian Xiusheng Dao would not admit it, so he was not annoyed at the moment, but looked at Dian Xiusheng Dao with a smile, "It is not easy for your Excellency to do good deeds every day? Slap yourself every day, it is immeasurable merit gone."

"The devil is still so unreasonable."

"The premise must be that the other party is a talented person." Wen Chunxiang pointed out, "You take your Yangguan Road, and I cross my single-plank bridge. Everyone will not violate the river, isn't it good?"

Xie Zhenghong watched Wen Chunxiang and Yidian Xiushengdao playing back and forth, and almost thought that there was a deep hatred between them again?But thinking about it carefully, it seems that there is nothing else except a little embroidered knife to guide the little idiots.

Is the senior really so dissatisfied with this, or is it an excuse?

"The demon lord seems to be very resentful towards me." Yidianxiu Shengdao shook his head and smiled wryly, "It's just that I have never done anything wrong to the demon lord since I took power under the demon lord."

When Wen Chunxiang thought about it, it seemed that he hadn't really done anything to challenge his authority.It's just that when he saw a little embroidered knives, he would think of Ji Xie and the bad past.

Now that Yidianxiu Shengdao is acting calmer, Wen Chunxiang feels that the other party is planning some kind of conspiracy.

"Hate is hate, do you need a reason?" Wen Chunxiang said without hesitation.

"The devil is really telling the truth, and he doesn't give any face." Yidianxiu Shengdao sighed.

"Stop pretending." Seeing this, Wen Chunxiang couldn't help frowning and said, "What you have done, there is no way to make people feel at ease. Even if you stand still and do nothing, it will make people feel scared. You yourself Don't you know what you're doing?"

Just standing in this place, Wen Chunxiang could feel the strong resentment that was almost suffocating.

If it wasn't for the young monk's own Buddha energy, those evil spirits would not dare to come over, I'm afraid Wen Chunxiang would have to use his mind to fight against these all-pervasive resentment.

It is impossible to know how many people Yidianxiushengdao has killed, and how many clones and bodies like "Ji Xie" have been created.I'm afraid that the little monk's merits of 1 years and Liang Wannian will not be enough to compete with the sins of Xiusheng Dao.

"I know." Dian Xiu Shengdao said lightly, looking at Xie Zhenghong and Wen Chunxiang with a more serious expression, "I knew these things when I was doing them." "You!" Wen Chunxiang originally wanted to He wanted to say something, but when he saw the appearance of a little embroidered knife, he knew that no matter what he said, it would be in vain.Yidianxiu Shengdao doesn't care about the sins he committed, nor does he care about the cycle of karma.You really can't do anything to such a ruthless character who doesn't eat hard and soft?

"Why should the devil be angry?" Yidianxiu Shengdao smiled, "I am not your Taoist companion, but a Buddha's light incarnation, and I need to accumulate merit. I have been a murderous knife since I was born. After all, I also He just accomplished his mission."

"Strong words make sense."

"What do you think of the Buddha?" Yidianxiu Shengdao turned his head to look at Xie Zhenghong who was on the side.

Xie Zhenghong was silent for a while, "Amitabha."

But also no answer.

"However, if you want to continue chatting this time, you can't." A radiance suddenly glowed on the face of Yidian Xiushengdao, "They are coming back."

"They?" Wen Chunxiang was curious.

Xie Zhenghong held Wen Chunxiang's hand, "Senior, I won't let you go."

Jinboluohua stayed in her dojo to practice.

33 The sky has opened, and his cultivation level that he hasn't grown in for many years has also loosened.In addition, he didn't have many friends at first, so he simply retreated and practiced directly, and had less contact with the outside world.

Before the 33rd heaven was opened, the Jinbala flower hoped that after the 33rd heaven was opened, I could see the Venerable Kasyapa and tell him that I followed his instructions to cultivate well, and now I have achieved some results, which has lived up to his past. Looking forward to it.It's a pity that even if the 33 heavens were opened under the great wish of the Buddha, those people hidden in his memory still did not appear.

If you want to see them, your cultivation must be higher.

Only in this way can we go to the endless void in their mouths and see if those characters who only exist in legends are still the same as in memory?

But today, something is different.

The Golden Balloon flower boy was a little restless.Even if he copied hundreds of scriptures by hand, this is still the case.

"Strange." Jin Poluohua felt something was wrong in her heart, and did some calculations, but nothing came out.

"Could it be that something big is about to happen?"

The golden salamander thought hard, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the potted flower out of the corner of her eye.

Huh?

Flowering?

The golden salamander hurriedly approached the potted flower, touched it with trembling hands, it was very real, it was not his dream.

Before the Venerable Kasyapa left, he picked off a branch of his own body and planted it in this flower pot. He planned to give it to Kassapa after it bloomed to repay the kindness of enlightenment.It's just that Kassapa left the fairyland soon, and the potted flower has never bloomed.

But now, this potted flower is blooming, does it mean...

Venerable Kasyapa is coming back.

The Eastern Heavenly Emperor.

Ning An was bored and fell asleep on the table.

His cultivation has been stuck at the level of Daluo Jinxian, and he has hardly improved in these years, which really disgraces his master Dongfang Tiandi.Many people in the fairy world stared at Ning An, saying that the Eastern Heavenly Emperor never accepted apprentices, and finally brought a girl-like person from the mortal world to become an apprentice, which is really incomprehensible.In terms of aptitude and appearance, there are so many people in the fairy world who are much better than Ning An, but so many people have failed to become a teacher. Isn't it puzzling that Dongfang Tiandi went down to accept apprentices for such an ordinary mortal?

Ning An understood these people's malice towards him without a teacher, and he practiced harder.It's just that things like cultivation have never been something that you can definitely improve if you want to work hard.Shen Potian also told Ning An a few times to let him relax, he didn't need to push himself so hard, lest he would have inner demons instead, which would be bad for his practice.

But how could Ning An really not care about it?

If he just laughed at him, he would never say anything else.But while those people were laughing at themselves, they were also laughing at Master's vision.You can say that you can, but you can't bear it if you say that you are a master.Ning An really can't figure it out, they are all ascended immortals, why their mouths are so broken?Or, where there are people, there are disputes, even immortals?

"Master, you seem to be a little restless recently."

Ning An thought for a long time, but still patted himself on the face, took the fresh collar presented by the fairies and walked towards Shen Potian's cave.

In fact, in the fairy world, the immortals don't need to eat at all.At the cultivation level of his master, ordinary treasures of heaven, material and earth have no effect at all.However, Ning An always felt that there was a difference between eating and not eating.When the master is eating the fruit, he still feels that he is not that far away from the master.

Shen Potian seemed to wake up from a daze, looking at Ning An in a daze, "Oh, it's you."

Shen Potian rubbed his forehead, "I don't know what happened recently, it's easy to get distracted and think about the past."

"Before?" Ning An was curious, "How long ago?"

Shen Potian smiled, "It was almost when I was as old as you, and I ran around behind my masters and brothers, asking them to teach me how to practice." At that time, he was just a little sword fairy, and the master had just After becoming a quasi-sage, the things he came into contact with suddenly expanded, making him dizzy.As soon as I encountered something I couldn't understand, I went to my brothers and masters to clarify my doubts, which made my brothers and masters feel headaches when they saw him.

"Will master have such a time?" Ning An looked forward to it, the master at that time must be very cute.

"Of course there will be." Shen Potian paused, and a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face, "Ning'er, I know it as a teacher!"

"En? Master knows what?" Ning An was at a loss.

Shen Potian laughed loudly, "Of course your uncles and ancestors are coming back."

If not, how could he think of the past so frequently?

This day was not so special. The monks in the two realms of immortality and demons were still living as usual, and had no idea what happened.However, the people with advanced cultivation bases in both the immortal and demon worlds became a little nervous by coincidence.

Would the saints who came back feel that these juniors were very unbearable, and felt sorry for the great reputation they created back then?

What happened to the saints who disappeared for so long, and why are they coming back now?

Countless mysteries entangled in their hearts, no one can solve them.

Both Wen Chunxiang and Xie Zhenghong didn't care about the trouble of embroidery and knives, and went directly to the Xiaoleiyin Temple at 33 Chongtian to wait for the return of the Buddhas.Those Buddhist cultivators who didn't like Wen Chunxiang were not in the mood to go to Wen Chunxiang now. Once the Buddha came back, they would have a backbone.No matter what kind of quarrel between Wen Chunxiang and the Buddha, as long as the Buddha is there, nothing will be a problem.

"Little monk, do you think the Buddha doesn't like me?" Wen Chunxiang has never been so nervous, but now he is really nervous and it is difficult to speak.

"How come?" Xie Zhenghong smiled, "Everything is in the heart of the Buddha."

But this is different.

No matter how merciful the Buddha is, I abducted his apprentice, and the little monk who killed him made a big wish and couldn't go any further.

The tension in Wen Chunxiang's heart was unspeakable, but he didn't have the slightest desire to escape.

A hundred flowers bloom, and white elephants come out of the clouds.

Bursts of purple energy rose from the two worlds of immortals and demons at the same time, and the rays of light were overwhelming. All kinds of power made countless immortals and demons shiver, and they dared not make any mistakes.This is a surrender that permeates from the heart, without the slightest desire to resist.

When the rays of the sun were in full bloom, digital figures suddenly appeared in the sky.

12 years.

12 years of waiting.

I am trapped in guarding the mirror platform, so that the clouds will open and the saints will come.

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When Fozi woke up the next day, he didn't seem to have any nightmares at all, he seemed to be in a good mood, and the tea he poured for Wen Chunxiang was scalded a lot in the past.

Aww, is this monk trying to burn him to death?

Wen Chunxiang vomited blood in his heart. Did he scare him so much in the old monk's ear last night, how can he be so happy?It is said that mortals are afraid of ghosts, it is not reliable at all!

The Buddha chanted this time, and finally changed to another one.

Not only changed a scripture to read, but also began to copy the scriptures by hand, moved Wen Chunxiang to the desk, and read a poem every time he copied it.

Wen Chunxiang looked at the Buddha's writing stroke by stroke on the paper with incomparable correctness. While despising the old monk's poor handwriting, he secretly remembered these words in his heart.So that's how the word was written?Although he was able to recite the scriptures, he had no idea how these scriptures were written.

What the old monk did gave Wen Chunxiang a good opportunity to learn.

After copying the scriptures in the morning, the old monk brought paints and started painting.

Wen Chunxiang is the subject of the old monk's paintings.

It's just that the painting is really annoying.

Wen Chunxiang stared at Fozi with wide eyes. Is he so ugly? How did he draw it?Ugly and cry, okay?