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The shrimp has hair, but the desert is still barren.

When the bald-headed Na Xu came home, Mr. Gao Shougao's face was scorched from waiting, black and yellow.

"I heard about it, and I want you to leave immediately." When he saw the man, Mr. Gao rushed forward and stammered about the emperor's announcement.

Nasu let out an oh, a little regretful.

"Originally, I planned to make a revolving lantern for the children. If it can turn and fly into the sky." Naxu took out the blueprint from his arms: "If this is really done, it will be very interesting to put it in the sky during the Lantern Festival." , the kids will be delighted."

Gao Shou looked at the blueprints and opened his mouth in a circle: "Are you sure that such a huge lantern can be rotated and placed in the sky?"

"I've heard from Mo Ya before that if the heat and wind are strong enough, it should be ok; if it doesn't work, if you add some spells, the poor monk thinks it's not a big problem..."

Gao Shou took a deep look at Na Xu, and said hesitantly, "Have you ever thought that Mo Ya hasn't left..."

"Then... has he left?"

"This one……"

"If you don't tell me, I won't know the answer, at least for now."

Mr. Gao scratched his head: "It should be."

"So, don't talk about it." Nasu lowered his head and continued his idea seriously, "Enough heat is required, and I think it needs a very large candle."

"Is there such a big candle?

Na Xu raised his eyes and pointed far away: "There is one in my elder brother's monastery, let's go, I will prepare all the materials by then, maybe Yuanxiao can come back in time."

"molar?"

At the same moment, in the hinterland of the desert, Linhui, who was dazzled by the fire, raised the corners of his lips.

Mo Ya didn't speak, still holding the torch, he squatted down and looked at him and the national teacher with interest.

The desert wind froze for a moment.

Another moment later, Tilia would have already flew over, pinning Mo Ya to a distance of one foot, and his right palm turned into a beast and stretched out its sharp claws, resting on his neck.

Mo Ya spread out his hands and didn't resist, but Linhui could still feel the tightness of the pressed body, which could rebound at any time and strangle you by the throat.

Because of training in hell since he was a child, Mo Ya's body has a strange toughness, like a fully stretched bow. Just for this alone, the national teacher who only has a good face is beyond the reach.

"Since I'm here, I won't run away again. Of course, if you like to suppress me, that's up to you."

Mo Yadao stood under him, his tone and expression were equally contemptuous.

"For that monk?" Linden would slide his claws over his face a little bit: "Dedicated to a monk, I seem to have never taught you to be so affectionate."

"I owe him a heart. You taught me. If you don't have loyalty in the underworld, you are like a slug without bones."

"that is it?"

"What else do you think?"

Hearing his words, Lin Hui smiled slightly and said: "I thought you were sincere to him, and you were willing to die for him, just like you were willing to die for me back then."

Mo Ya didn't refute, but only squinted at him with hatred in his heart.

"Tell me, what weight do you have, so that I can spare your monk." Tilia would remove the claw from his neck.

"My weight is nothing more than me."

"what!"

"And I still hate you, and I would kill you if I had the chance."

"And then, you accompany me to die?"

"I'll accompany you to die." Mo Ya affirmed without hesitation: "Before you die, you can do what you like the most."

"what's up?"

"Torture me, make fun of my wound. If you like, tell me what kind of hatred you and my family have. If you don't like it, let this secret rot, and let me die with regret."

Limehui was silent for a while, obviously satisfied with his awareness of this thought, couldn't help but licked his paw, then put it on his shoulder, found the collarbone, and stroked deeply to the left from there.

The clothes and skin were very thin, and soon the wound was bleeding, slippery and warm.

Tilia bent slightly, picked up a handful of sand, picked up Mo Ya's clothes, and gently rubbed the sand into his wound, from collarbone to chest.

Playing on his wound was indeed a lot of fun, but halfway through the journey, the Lime Society's hand stopped.

Mo Ya's skin was actually smooth, and his collarbone was a complete collarbone, without a single hole in it.

"I ran to the territory of King Ksitigarbha, and secretly soaked in his prison water pool for three days." Mo Ya narrowed his eyes, relaxed his body, and lay flat in the desert wind and sand, "You let the monk go, from now on I will be with you He has nothing to do with him, he only has a grudge against you. Remove the skin and bones, and do as you please."

After that, the Linden Society did not go further into the desert.

The wind blew the sand violently, and in the windy season where day and night could hardly be distinguished, for three days and three nights, he led Mo Ya across the sea of ​​sand and out of the desert.

The country's teachers are as rich as an enemy's country, and they actually have real estate in Zixin, a small town on the edge of the desert. There is a stretch of grape estates for ten miles. Although the grapes have fallen off the shelves this season, it is still extraordinary when viewed from a distance.

Lime would stay here and drink the wine made by himself for more than ten days. Finally, the national teacher couldn't bear it any longer. While Mo Ya was asleep, he quietly walked to the grape trellis, bowed and said, "Master, we really want to How about letting that... demon monk go?"

Lime would shake the wine glass, looking at the blood-colored wine, her two eyes were equally dark, but only one had light, and raised her eyebrows to look at him.

"The spies came to report that the monk is no longer in the desert."

"There are only a handful of places he can go."

"What does the master mean?"

"People say you have to keep your word, but I didn't promise him anything." Lime would take a sip of wine slowly: "Since he doesn't want the monk to die, then I won't let him die."

"What does the master mean, is to abolish the monk and let him live in peace?"

Lime will show appreciation.

"Where do you want to abolish him?" The national teacher said softly, but after seeing Linhui's bright and dark eyes, he immediately understood: "I know, the master and he still have a grudge against him. Don't worry, the master, I will let him both eyes." double repayment."

The Zen bell was struck in the temple, and the lingering sound gradually penetrated into the cold night and then disappeared.

The night is three minutes deep.

The lights flickered, caressing the stubborn backs of many monks.All the monks in the temple sat neatly in the middle of the Daxiong Hall, chanting sutras in a low voice, turning a blind eye to the dignified officers and soldiers around them.

The high-spirited national teacher with his hands behind his back walked back and forth in the middle, looking left and right, stirring up a pandemonium in front of the hall: "Why don't you bald donkeys understand that everything recently was caused by the demon monk Na Xu. As long as you Let me explain where I am going, and let the imperial court not blame Yanyun Temple for its mistakes."

That word pointed to the Buddha beads, and said calmly: "The poor monk still said the same thing. The junior brother's name is indeed Na Xu, but he is not a demon monk. The mysterious extinction of the Qi tribe led to the rampant tigers. I hope the national teacher will tell the emperor and take countermeasures early to avoid it." cause tiger trouble."

"There is no tiger trouble, it is the blinding tricks played by the demon monk Naxu, as long as he can subdue the dharma, the world will be peaceful!"

Na Yan lowered his eyes, still calmly said: "The junior brother's dharma name is indeed Na Xu, but he is not a demon monk."

"Monk, are you really not afraid?"

"The poor monk really can't think of anything to be afraid of." The most naughty snacks are well hidden, there is really nothing to be afraid of.

"Very good, very good. I always give you a quarter of an hour after the salute, otherwise I will be rude to you monks." The national teacher sat down on the Buddhist altar while talking.

Finally, his actions made Na Yan respond, he raised his eyes and said, "Come down."

Although the voice is soft but sharp enough, it is incompatible with the modesty and politeness of the past, and it is quite shocking.This aura made the national teacher startled, and immediately jumped off the altar.

After this jump, the national teacher suddenly felt ashamed in front of everyone.He spat, ordered the left and right to restrain those words, then rolled up his sleeves, and smiled sinisterly at the other side: "I just came down, it's definitely not that my teacher is afraid of you, but thought of something more interesting. Don't you say yes, then I will Today, in front of your face, climb to the top of this huge Buddha's head, and step down this big clay figurine head." The national teacher shrugged, "You can continue to choose not to talk, and I can step on one by one. I hope It won't be too tiring. Come, get the ladder!"

The words raised eyebrows.

The monks were furious, and the armored soldiers stepped forward with their swords out of their sheaths.The swishing murderous aura extinguished many candle lights, and the chill invaded.

"You must stop me, but there is only one way to stop me." The national teacher climbed up the bamboo ladder, happily.

Just stepping on the fourth section, the Buddhist gate of the temple is opened.A few candles flickered, adding to the atmosphere.

"My senior brother told you to come down." This sentence was neither arrogant nor humble.The man who spoke was thin and thin, and the cold moonlight shone through behind him to outline his outline thinly, like a breeze that could not be ignored, standing awe-inspiring in front of the army.And behind him, Yuanguang's big-headed snackman poked his head.

The national teacher's pupils shrunk, this is Na Xu, he could feel it.

But he still said a very boring line: "Come, who is it?"

"Poor monk, Naxu."

"You are that demon monk!" the national teacher said loudly.

Na Yan cut his eyes firmly and said, "He is my junior brother, Na Xu."

Na Chen took a step from behind Na Xu, and shouted loudly without fear of death: "He is my elder brother, Na Xu."

"He is the uncle, Na Xu."

"He is the uncle, Na Xu."

"He is the uncle, Na Xu."

……

All of a sudden, Wuwei's voice was ups and downs one after another, one wave after another, one wave higher than one wave, the momentum was like a broken bamboo!

Na Xu walked into the hall slowly.

The lights flickered.

The Buddha's loving eyes.

The soldiers began to be at a loss and began to shrink, holding their weapons.The situation suddenly turned strangely. A group of weak monks were unarmed, but they gave people a feeling that they were invulnerable.Quite -- outstanding.

Soon, Na Xu walked up to the national teacher.

The national teacher was stunned, raised his arms excitedly, and commanded: "Take the left and right for me..."

Before the word "Xia" was pronounced, I felt a gust of wind sweeping over, and four more candles were extinguished at once.

The national teacher suddenly felt a strange cold penetrate into his flesh, followed by the sound of flesh and blood tearing, and the warm blood spattered on the national teacher's face.He looked down and saw that his left arm was gone.

Before he could feel the pain, his arm was gone, all gone.Most of his body turned bright red.

The national teacher was horrified.

tick-

A drop of blood fell to the ground.

Beside him, a colorful tiger was holding his stumped arm in its mouth. It looked around coldly and arrogantly, and then "gaba, gaba", it chewed off the arm that was biting in its mouth, and chewed it in four pieces.

Still in shock, dozens of tigers have already slowly entered the hall.

Na Xu regained his composure and looked back.

Unfortunately, there are still many tigers outside, and they are gathering.

The situation suddenly changed again.

A mighty army of tigers surrounded everyone - good and bad, methodical.

It seems that there is no rush to attack.

The two sides stalemate.

The seriously injured national teacher treated the wound and panted heavily: "Kill out, kill out!"

Na Yan frowned and said, "Everyone, don't panic, first get out slowly."

The officers and soldiers retreated cautiously, moved closer to the one-armed national division, and rushed out the door.

This retreat, dazzled.

When the 駮 perishes, the tiger really becomes a disaster.

Seeing the exit from the temple gate, the national teacher rolled his eyes, and suddenly smiled viciously at the words: "Monk, you can choose. If both of us retreat, it is equal to letting these tigers out freely, and let them wreak havoc on the world. In this way, the people all over the world will know that it is the tiger's disaster, not Naxu's fault. Of course, you can also stay and persuade the tiger to do good. But in this way, the people still believe that the tiger's disaster has always been a rumor, and Naxu is still the chief culprit .”

The words came out, making Na Yan stunned.

The pale-faced national teacher held back the pain and made a gesture of listening and respecting.

All officers and soldiers withdrew quickly, leaving only the monks.

After the military monks cooperated, only the Buddhist disciples were left to face the tiger group alone.

The tiger that had just bit off its arm tilted its head, then stepped back to the front of the tiger group, staring at everyone.

Moonlight is fine.

Na Yan turned to Na Xu and said, "Junior Brother, I'm sorry."

"Brother, please be polite."

The brothers put their hands together and looked at each other two by two.

Then, Na Yan issued a decree: "Burn the screen together."

The monks sat down on the ground and began to chant sutras.

Cassock hunting.

Even if there is no chance of winning, they must be here.The sound of the monk chanting went straight to the sky, and the vast sound condensed into a wall, standing between the sky and the earth, like a barrier, blocking the way of the group of tigers.

If the tiger rushes to kill the barrier anxiously, there will be a headwind blowing towards the monk.

Shocked one after another, the monks stood still and the sound of chanting continued.

Time after time, one side was trembling, its fur stood up, and it was painful; on the other side, the foolish monk was chanting sutras seriously, and blood came out of both ears, and the blood line was winding.

Burn the screen together, and burn the jade and the stone together.

Thought and power are constantly contending.

If I don't go to hell, who will?

The essence of Buddhism.

The stalemate is difficult to decide.

The stalemate continued.

At the moment of desperation, a figure riding a tiger came from afar.Thin body, long hair flying away.

The group of tigers stopped attacking, roared, and swept their tails.

No one would have thought that the one who commanded the tiger group was actually a minion.

Everything is quiet, only the wind can be heard.

When he came to the barrier, he jumped off the tiger's back and said in a calm manner, "Which one of you is Na Xu?" His steps were light like ghosts.

"That's the poor monk." The answering voice came out clearly.

"I heard you have two hearts?"

"Yes."

"Arranging the pictures of Bai Ze?"

"Yes."

"Very well, I have something to see you."