Buddhist practice feeling and choose after pregnancy

Xie Chenshan is dreaming.

He dreamed that he was soaring thirty thousand miles, leaping from the scorching hot sand dunes to the wet and cold ancient demon blood hills.

It was an ancient battlefield where demons and demons once fought.

It is also the place where the war of monsters has never stopped for a hundred years.

In that gloomy blood mound, the ancient bloodthirsty vast ancient forest shone with gloomy gloom.In the battlefield like a strangling machine, there is one place that attracts the most attention.

The tall and thin phantom shuttled among tens of thousands of monster clans, taking hundreds of lives away every time it appeared.

His face was too pale, his lips were so red that they were stained with blood, the bloodthirsty scarlet in his eyes and the crazy killing were synonymous with him.

Demon.

Xie Chenshan looked at him in his dream.

I looked a little engrossed.

It's just that there was a hot burning sensation three inches below the navel, which made Xie Chenshan bow his head involuntarily.In the dream, he has no body shape, but he still looks straight at the position where the abdomen should be.

The burning turned into severe pain, as if there were rolling spots of light, with the sound of "click", more light spread in, fused into the abdomen, and immediately filled the whole body.

A sigh.

Bathed in such light, all the pain dissipated.

Xie Chenshan closed his eyes.

Ancient Demon Blood Hill.

The Mozun withdrew his hand from the broken chest of the monster, and licked the flesh dry expressionlessly.Looking towards the dark and endless void, the sky-shattering figure sometimes condenses and sometimes swells, with nothing fixed, no one knows what his real body looks like.

When he stopped, none of the monsters dared to approach him.

The Mozun stood there alone, seemingly lonely, but actually in a trance.

"Thanks……"

He tried to utter a word.

Then he covered his mouth expressionlessly, and stuffed the word ball back.

hungry.

He is very hungry.

Mozun raised his scarlet eyes, his thirst for flesh and blood was endless paranoia.

He is so hungry.

The demon opened his mouth.

...

When Xie Chenshan woke up, a large piece of mulberry fell from the gray monk robe on his lap.

In this desert area, it is rare to find such fruits.

He is tall and thin, with very beautiful eyes.At first glance, they will be attracted by such a pair of clear and bright pupils at first. When they see other parts, they will feel a sense of loss in their hearts. Such ordinary facial features seem not to be worthy of such a pair of eyes.

In the scalding sand, there are several groups of newborn monsters crowded together.

The fur is as white as snow and as soft as silk.

These little beasts were just pulled out from the sand dunes by Xiechen Mountain yesterday.

Once a monster is born, it needs meat to grow.Cubs also need food to survive, their parents are missing, and Xie Chenshan is a monk, it is impossible to have meat or meat.

Simply using a finger knife, cut off a few pieces of meat from the arm to feed.

After waking up, he got up with the furs of a few cubs, rolled down with the picked mulberries, wrapped them in the hem of his monk's robe, and walked out.

Stopping and stopping, Xie Chenshan walked out of the man-eating desert with one pair of feet without using any spiritual power.

The town near the desert is called Dune City.

Very fitting.

Sand Dune City is close to the cannibal desert, so its popularity has withered, and few people come and go.

It took Xie Chenshan a lot of effort to find a place for cultivating immortals somewhere in the town.

The Immortal Cultivator's residence is specially prepared for cultivators from all walks of life who come and go, no matter what sect or sect, as long as they are of decent background, they can rest here.Right now, this Xiuxian residence is just an ordinary inn from the outside, but once you cross the threshold, you can see the appearance of a fairyland filled with radiance and aura inside.

When Xie Chenshan crossed the threshold, the cubs in his sleeves were stained with the sandalwood on his body, and did not disturb the restraint, so he led the guests forward swiftly, and said with a smile: "Master, you have to wait a little bit. rest?"

Although the master has not lost his hair, the robes on his body are not fake.

Xie Chenshan took out three white and tender cubs from his cuffs, "I'll send these three children to find a destined person."

The guest's smile remained unchanged, he looked at the three cubs, and said, "Master, if it's a monster, it depends on them..." I haven't finished my sentence yet whether there is too strong aura on my body , she suddenly stopped.

She could only feel a faint fragrance of Buddha from the three cubs, and their blood was as pure as a spirit beast.

Xie Chenshan spoke without joy or sorrow: "I have fed them flesh and blood to enlighten them, and I will no longer be greedy for killing and bloodthirsty, as long as the people who adopt them are kind."

Before the guest could speak, someone strode up from behind and laughed loudly: "So it's Master Wudeng! Don't come here without any problems. After years of separation, we haven't seen each other for dozens of winters and summers."

Introduce guests to know him.

He is Meng Xia, a sword cultivator who recently lived temporarily in Xiuxian's residence. He was born in the Ten Thousand Swords School. He is the No. 1 sword cultivator under the Yuanying period. body.

The reputation in this big world is evident.

And Master Wudeng...

When the guests looked back, the monk with a peaceful expression and ordinary appearance seemed to have suddenly grown taller, which made people admire and admire him.The masters of Huaguang Temple have always been well-known names, and this master Wudeng is even more outstanding among them.

The cultivators of Huaguang Temple have to go out of the temple to understand the predestined relationship, and they always need to extinguish the [-] ever-bright Buddha lamps in front of the Buddha, and more than half of them can go down the mountain.And when this Master Wudeng came out of the mountain a hundred years ago, he just stood in front of the Buddha for three breaths, and then extinguished all the Buddha lamps.

Since then, his original Buddhist name has been forgotten, and the world of cultivating immortals calls him Master Wudeng.And there is one more thing about this master that the world admires. Even demons and heretics can't say "no" to their good deeds.

Tasting the great merit of the Buddha cutting meat and feeding the eagles is to sacrifice oneself for others.

The same goes for Master Without Lamp.

That body of flesh and blood seems to be the shackles of the mortal world. If there is a need, he will give up the flesh and blood to save others, and forge countless good relationships. Even the vicious and bloodthirsty generation in the demon world, the Demon Lord, ordered a hundred years ago that everyone In the domain, no demon clan may harm any buddhist cultivator.

Offenders shall be executed.

You can see the style of the master.

Meng Xia also knew what his friend was doing, glanced at the three cubs he was carrying, and said with a smile: "It just so happens that some of my senior brothers are lacking in spirit beasts to calm their hearts, master these three cubs are not as good Give it to me?"

Xie Chenshan has nothing to do.

The disciples of the Wanjian Sect are all sword cultivators, and the sword focuses on killing and cutting, so it is easy to be extreme after a long time.If there is a spirit beast with a pure bloodline, it can dissolve a bit of chilling meaning.And the monster cubs that ate his flesh and blood were tainted with the scent of Buddhist incense and sandalwood, which was also an excellent choice.

The monster's cubs have been conscious since birth, knowing that they will not become a meal or die, so they obediently licked Xie Chenshan's fingers one by one, and then walked to Meng Xia's side with their little hooves.

Meng Xia first went to place the cub in the beast cage, and only then did he look for a guide and then look for Wudeng's trace.

Before he left, he heard him say that he would stay.

Leading the guests to bring him to a secluded small courtyard, the barrier outside the door has not been opened, Meng Xia only needs to knock on the door, and the people inside can hear the movement.

"Come in."

Xie Chenshan's voice seemed to ring in his ears, and Meng Xia pushed the door open with a smile.

Xie Chenshan was meditating in the courtyard with his eyes closed.

As soon as Meng Xia raised his hand, the door behind him closed naturally.He stroked his chin and said, "There is no one else now, so don't put on an air of aloofness and indifference, I'm terrified just looking at it."

Xie Chenshan said quietly: "Will you sit?"

"Sit, why don't you sit?" Meng Xia happily sat down.

He has been in seclusion for 50 years, but he really hasn't seen his friend for a long time.

Xie Chenshan opened his eyes, his monk robe was still wrapped with the mulberries brought by those monster cubs, it was as clear and round as if it had just been picked.

He twisted one and ate it.

Two strange tastes of sour and sweet swayed between the lips and tongue.

"What were you trying to figure out just now?"

Meng Xia also took one to eat, and asked curiously.

Xie Chenshan stretched his waist and said peacefully, "Son."

Meng Xia's face froze, and he glanced at Xie Chenshan strangely on his handsome face, "Are you thinking of spring?"

Speaking of which, none of them knew why Xie Chenshan was able to become a cultivator of Huaguang Temple without losing his hair. All his brothers and sisters had bald heads.

Xie Chenshan kicked him lazily, put his left hand on his lower abdomen and said, "Speak business."

"What business can there be? You are a monk and you can't get married. You have no chance to have an heir... Could it be that you haven't lost your hair, so your six roots are not clean?" Meng Xia smiled and raised his eyebrows, "You just love to block you That face, didn't you say that the skin is all bones? So what if you keep it?"

In this big world, there are always people with good deeds to do the rankings. For example, Meng Xia is the No. 1 sword cultivator under Yuanying.Apart from Yiqi Juechen who appeared on the major lists, there is no wonder that there is a list of beauties that attracts attention.

A hundred years ago, Zhuxian Peak.

The towering mountain peaks are filled with vast clouds and mists, which extend to an unknown distance. In the deep clouds and dense fog, there seems to be a faint gleam of light traveling through the clouds.The treasures, cloud boats, etc. are suspended in the clouds, and the monks look like immortals, with a graceful demeanor.During this period, there were majestic figures as vast as mountains and seas, stepping on their sabers from time to time and throwing themselves into the colorful peaks.

On Zhuxian Peak, the treasure of refining swords that comes out every 500 years will appear in the world.

This pile has always been a feast for sword cultivators.

However, this rare grand ceremony a hundred years ago was used by the demon clan to attract the hungry demon king.

This kicked off a bloody fight.

No one knows what the Demon Lord's original body looks like. People in the world often see it in human form, with a thin body, a tired expression, a face as white as snow, and lips as red as blood, just like an ordinary scholar.But when he turned into an incarnation, he was impressively tens of thousands of feet tall, and his original body could not be seen in his treacherous and unpredictable movements, only his brutal and evil nature remained.

The fairy peaks have turned into blood, and the blood of monsters, demons, and people has covered the sea of ​​clouds that was originally lively and vast.

Meng Xia clutched his chest and vomited blood wildly, all blood was gone on his handsome face.

He had just blocked a blow for his senior brother and almost killed himself.The burning sensation in his chest eroded his flesh and blood, and Meng Xia had to swallow three bottles of pills in a row before he could barely stop it.He looked at this unstoppable tragedy with some despair, drew out his natal sword, and was about to burn the altar to do the act of self-destruction, when he gently held him down with one hand.

No matter how hard he tried, Meng Xia couldn't let go of that seemingly clean and weak hand. He gritted his teeth angrily, and was looking back.

"I come."

Pearls fall like jade.

The monk in the gray robe seemed to have been wiped out little by little. The moment he put his hands together, his eyes were full of compassionate Buddha spirit and the brilliance as clear as the bright moon. His eyes were like stars falling in the sky.

That one glance made Meng Xia relax.

Lang Yan is unique and unique in the world.

The monk just stepped into the sea of ​​clouds and went into the blood.

Amidst the vast sea of ​​clouds, the Demon Lord, who has transformed into a thousand feet, is tearing off the tail of a giant monster.Its figure couldn't tell where the tens of thousands of flesh and blood were going, and it tore off a piece of demon meat with its fingers and chewed it in its mouth.

He closed his eyes.

So hungry.

He is really hungry.

A little far away, Meng Xia's teacher and the elder of the Wanjian sect guarded the disciples.This time it was just for experience, not for treasure hunting, so only two Nascent Soul stage elders were sent to guard it. It is rare to be able to barely protect the safety of the disciples.

After all, the Demon Lord was an evil demon born more than a hundred years ago.

I don't know his original identity, don't know his origin, he just killed in the Demon Realm so darkly that the blood flowed like a river, and even the monsters were scared out of their wits, stepping on the bones of the old Demon Lord to become the new Demon Lord.

He is greedy and reckless by nature, likes to eat flesh and blood, and kills indiscriminately... He has a more vigorous and endless destructive desire than the previous Demon Lord.

The Elder of the Wanjian Sect looked at the Wanzhang figure who was standing still and savoring the demon meat, and was about to make a sword trick and pounce on him, but was stopped by the disciple behind him, "Elder, where did that master go—"

Grandmaster?

The elders of the Wanjian faction focused their attention, where did the master come from?

He raised his eyes, and immediately realized why the disciple's voice was so erratic, why the surrounding area was so silent... In this battlefield that was supposed to be mourning, even he was frozen for a moment.

There was never a day when he would feel that a monk had such a shining demeanor.

Like a frightened bird, like a frost.

The monk stepped in front of the closed-eyed Demon Venerable, standing in front of the tall figure, the monk looked so small, like a firefly.Everyone saw Mo Zun opening his eyes suddenly, and his hollow and dark pupils rolled down, staring at the tiny figure like sharp needles.

Then, in the rapidly shrinking figure, Mo Zun changed back to that slender figure, pale and gloomy scholar.

The monk smiled: "Follow me."

The Demon Lord was speechless.

Just like his appearance, countless demons and cultivators on Zhuxian Peak saw the monk naturally took the wrist of the Demon Venerable, wiped off his figure little by little, and returned to tranquility.

It also eliminated this almost irreversible war.

The disciples of the major sects who escaped after the catastrophe reported back to the sect with a charm, and the rest of the monsters fled seeing that they could not succeed, and the evil spirits even disappeared when the demon king left.

In the silence after the war, Mei Ruyu, head of He Huan, murmured to herself: "She has a beautiful face, and her bones are even more perfect. She should be the most beautiful woman in the world."

The sound is not loud, but the sound is loud.

Meng Xia bared his teeth, panting against the elder brother, listening to the elder brother muttering, "Beauty? But isn't that a monk? No, why didn't he receive ordained haircut?"

The little junior sister said with a smile: "Then senior brother will find another person who is as beautiful as him."

The elder brother frowned, and then embarrassed appeared on his simple and honest face.

The root of He Huan Sect is the method of dual cultivation of doorways. If there is anyone in this world who can best evaluate a beauty, it is naturally Mei Ruyu, the head of He Huan Sect who has reached the state of perfection.

beauty……

"Beauty."

Meng Xia came back to his senses and sighed, looking at Xie Chenshan, who had been his old friend for many years, "It's been so many years since I saw your original face, no one would know that the number one beauty with a shocking face would be Wuyou Master Lamp. I don’t know what you did with that demon back then?”

Xie Chenshan blinked, tapped the fingers caressing his lower abdomen happily, and smiled slightly, "I went to have a baby with him."

Meng Xia spat out a mouthful of water.