Buddhist practice feeling and choose after pregnancy

"Uncle Master," He Guang called out a pot of tea and half a basket of steamed buns, his tall figure huddled on the narrow bench a little aggrieved, and the posture of the great monk was a little heroic, "When I came to Hecheng, I found that When it's clean, I'll notice your handwriting in it."

Although he was not very respectful to the uncle at the beginning, but when he sat down and faced Xie Chenshan, he naturally had to address him with respect and respect.

Seniority cannot be messed up.

Xie Chenshan glanced at the quiet Mozun opposite, thinking that this time it has nothing to do with him.

"You are too slow."

Monk He Guangda smiled, and was not annoyed. Instead, he sipped his tea, stared at the strange young scholar nearby, touched his bald forehead and said, "Master, why don't you introduce me, who is this venerable?" It looks a little too pale."

He has always spoken carelessly.

Xie Chenshan said unhurriedly: "This is a friend I just met. He is introverted and not good at talking. Nephew He Guang, don't scare him."

The great monk spread his hands: "Uncle Master wrongly blamed me, I just wanted to..."

Before he finished speaking, the big hand stretched out!

forgot to say.

Apart from the wine worm in his stomach, Monk He Guangda is also a martial artist.

The person who had been lowering his head seemed to be startled by the wind, and then raised his head.

The bloodshot eyes that were so red made the scalp ooze, and when he met those eyes unexpectedly, the monk seemed to think that he was facing an ancient giant beast.

The fleeting sense of crisis made his move, which was originally intended to be tested a little, suddenly changed from ordinary martial arts to fierce.Although he came from a Buddhist background, what the great monk practiced was the Dharma door passed down by Vajra, which can break through strength with strength, and it can be a thousand weights at every turn!

"enough."

Xie Chenshan stopped Heguang before Mozun was about to make a move.

The reason why the demon king is feared by all races is not because of his crazy and lack of consciousness.

That is indeed a monster that is hard to find for thousands of years, and hard to find for thousands of years.

These years, Xie Chenshan wanted to contain him, and it was not an easy matter.

It's just that I don't know why Mozun always tolerates him a little bit, which leads to the current situation.

If the Demon Venerable were to start killing here, he couldn't guarantee that Nephew He Guang would leave without a hitch.

Hey, Huaguang Temple doesn't seem to have the method of rebirth with severed limbs.

Seeing his uncle obstructing him, He Guang honestly dissipated his spiritual power, holding the steamed bun and continuing to chew, but couldn't help asking: "But if his eyes are moving around, I'm afraid it's not appropriate."

Xie Chenshan looked at the Mozun who didn't move except raising his head from the beginning to the end, and said perfunctorily: "It's okay, most people can't see it."

The Mozun seemed to have sensed that something was wrong, so he continued to drink tea with his head bowed.

This regular appearance made Xie Chenshan's secret curiosity even worse.It's just that He Guang is here, and some words are hard to say.He turned to ask about the situation in the temple.

He Guang answered some questions, and then brought up the statement of the abbot and the abbot.

"The speed at which bad luck breeds has become faster."

When this topic was brought up, it was rare for both uncle and nephew to be silent at the same time.

If the gate of heaven is not opened for a day, the bad luck will never be dissolved.

Now there are Huaguang Temple and some sects with special methods to support them. Although the bad luck in this world occasionally involves lives, they try their best to compress it into a very small range.

But if the bad luck breeds too fast...then it may not be possible to maintain the current situation.

"Forget it, I'll leave it to Master and the elders to worry about it." The old god Xie Chenshan was there, "Although the bad luck of Shanghecheng has been resolved, it's rare for you to be put down the mountain. I'm afraid you won't go back now."

He Guang laughed loudly, patted Guang's forehead and said: "Uncle Master still understands me."

Mozun, tilted his head.

Xie Chenshan turned his eyes away and paid attention to his actions.

The devil was brought out by him, no matter how casual Xie Chenshan is, there is still a basic bottom line, and nothing can really happen.

Mo was looking at the jewelry shop opposite the tea stand.

Most of the women's family members come in and out of such shops, and occasionally there are male customers who come in a hurry and don't stay too long.This made the couple standing at the door a bit strange.

They just came out of the jewelry store, and when they lowered their heads to speak, they all showed obvious shyness on their faces, like a newlywed couple.

Lang Jun reached out and touched the lady's hair on the sideburns, the delicate new hairpin was pinned on the back of her head.

"Are they different?" Xie Chenshan asked tentatively.

"He's about to die."

Mozun spat out a sentence.

Xie Chenshan looked over, and said softly after a while: "How do you know?"

Turning his head, his blood eyes stared at Xie Chenshan.

"Death."

Of course, this cannot be attributed to ability or other in general.

For a dying person, Xie Chenshan can naturally see that his vitality has collapsed, but a young man who should be strong and strong is suddenly judged by the demon to die soon, which naturally arouses Xie Chenshan's curiosity.

The great monk was keenly aware that Xie Chenshan's name for the scholar was a little strange, but he said naturally as if he hadn't noticed it: "What kind of magical method is this, it can see through life and death?"

The Mozun ignored him.

He Guang rubbed his forehead and looked at Xie Chenshan curiously, but he was a little wary in his heart.

For no other reason, this strange friend, Master Uncle, looked taciturn, but his peculiar red eyes... really couldn't tolerate anything.

He was sure that his unfinished punch really attracted the attention of strangers.

But that attention was very strange.

At that moment, he clearly looked at He Guang, but there was also no He Guang in his eyes.

It seems that there is no difference between Heguang and the mountains and rivers in this world, the flowers and trees, the tea stalls on the street, and any dead things.

It was so quiet that there were no waves.

It is like the quietest and coldest ancient well.

How did he suddenly become a dead thing?

Monk He Guangda couldn't help being speechless.

Xie Chenshan raised the teacup and ate two mouthfuls while his nephew was complaining, but he said to He Guang, "Are you leaving now, or later?"

He Guang: "..." What does this mean?

Does this drive people away?

He wanted to get violent, but he smiled at Senior Uncle Xie, and Grand Nephew could only bow his head silently.After eating the last steamed bun, the back of him getting up and leaving looked a bit bleak.

But after taking two steps, he turned around and came back, and said solemnly: "What I heard when I came here was a joke, right?" He heard those words and light in his heart from the moment they appeared, but he didn't ask until now.

Xie Chenshan said with a smile: "Of course it's a joke."

Monk He Guangda heaved a sigh of relief, and ignored what kind of trick these two were playing, waved his hands chicly, turned and left.

But before he left, he still used a secret method to pass another sentence to his uncle.

After He Guang finished his work, he walked away in a chic manner, which made Xie Chenshan unable to help but want to do something after listening.

"go."

He said softly.

Mozun seemed to be brought back to his senses by the fluctuation of spiritual power, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Xie Chenshan's fingers hooked on a gourd.

"There's wine in it."

Xie Chenshan met Mozun's eyes, and said unhurriedly: "Would you like to have a bite?" There was a gentle smile on his brow, even though he had just teased his nephew, he did not lose any of his demeanor at all. , Its elegance and calmness can be vaguely seen in every gesture.

It was as if he hadn't been stealing just now, but had just been offered endless fine wine.

This is Wako's hip flask.

Mozun slowly shook his head.

Xie Chenshan didn't care, he put away his things casually, and when he was about to return to the question just now, he heard Mozun's dull tone: "You, don't."

Xie Chenshan was slightly taken aback.

He really doesn't drink alcohol.

One is because of the Buddhist precepts, and the other is really disliked.

Xie Chenshan seemed to hear another meaning from Mozun's words, looked at himself, and then at the opposite side.Does this mean that the demons are the ones to learn from, and it is he who can't thank Chenshan?

That's really... a bit misleading.

Xie Chenshan doesn't think he is a good role model.

He smiled and shook his head: "Why did Demon Venerable visit them just now?" This is what he was curious about.

Mozun spoke very slowly: "They are the most able to fill their stomachs."

Xie Chenshan raised his eyebrows.

This is an unexpected answer.

Since the body has dead energy, why can the stomach be full?

good question.

It's a pity that the Demon Lord doesn't know either.

...

It has been a whole year since the vast and boundless Yibei Lingquan disappeared.

The Lingquan here belongs to the Hundred Beasts Sect.

The Hundred Beasts Sect has been rooted here for thousands of years, relying on Yibei Lingquan, relying on this unique terrain, they have raised countless rare spirit beasts.

The beast taming method of the Hundred Beasts Sect is also unique to the family. Even if the spirit spring is taken away by others, they cannot raise such a docile and powerful spirit beast. It's still safe and sound.

But overnight, the spiritual spring of Heze Wanli disappeared. How could this prevent the Hundred Beasts from being furious?

The suzerain was seriously injured that day, and it took nearly a year to recuperate before he could recover.

This time he came out of the mountain gate again, naturally he had to take the culprit first!

On that day, the Hundred Beasts Sect felt the traces of demonic energy near the Lingquan. As we all know, to restrain the demons, only Buddhist cultivators have special methods.Now that the suzerain has recovered, he can naturally free up his hands to investigate the matter thoroughly.

And this clue undoubtedly pointed them to a clear path.

The unknown demon clan had such powerful spells, and the Hundred Beasts Sect was struggling to find a way out, so a talisman was sent directly to Huaguang Temple.

Among the people in Huaguang Temple, Xiechen Mountain is the closest to Yibei.

Xie Chenshan, who originally planned to take Mozun to continue walking around, naturally had no choice but to change direction and go to the Hundred Beasts Sect after receiving the talisman.

It's just that the Hundred Beasts Sect is so strange, even though the sect master was seriously injured and closed the door, don't the other elders just sit back and watch?How can it be delayed for more than a year before bringing up this matter again?

Xie Chenshan was thoughtful.

Mozun followed behind him slowly, pinching his face without anyone noticing.

He thought about the shy and slightly flushed faces of the couple.

I couldn't help moving my teeth.

Xie Chenshan turned his head as if feeling something, and before he could say the phrase "Are you hungry?" that he kept in mind all the time, he was startled by Mozun's face pinching.

With a "Xie Chenshan" face on his face, Mozun said stiffly and coldly, "Okay, look."

original.

There is no cover-up, pure natural, the most essential face.

The face that haunted the head of the He Huan faction.

Can it not look good?

But the problem is, if this face is pinched on Mozun's body, everything is wrong!

Mozun, pinching his face was a big failure.