Unbelievable Ninth Young Miss: Emperor, Don’t Run Away!

Chapter 5172: Xuan Zhi

No need to talk to the head, the cloud began to pick up the hippie smile on his face, and said seriously: "If you want to deceive others, you must first fool yourself, Master, are you saying?"

I was shocked when I was without the head. I immediately said: "The disciples are justified and neglected for the teacher."

"Master, what do you call me to come over?"

"I want to remind you that you don't have to move around, so you don't have to make a living."

To tell the truth, there is no peace of mind for the beginning of the cloud. This little girl is really a good one. If it is not really impossible, he will not bring her.

At the beginning of the cloud, he said: "Master is assured that the disciples will chanting in the room and will not provoke right and wrong."

There is no need to talk a few more words, but some people come to report, bitter Zen came.

It’s not too unexpected to have a head, but I didn’t think that people who are suffering from Zen are coming so fast.

It’s not good to have a visitor in the Zen Room, and let people who have bitter Zen go to a hall in the special meeting of the West.

At the beginning of the cloud, he followed the fart and followed him. The so-called confidant knew each other and victorious, she just happened to suffer from the Zen monks.

At the beginning of the cloud and when there was no head, a master and others were chilling with a few monks.

In the early days of the cloud, the monks said that they are all four empty. In fact, they are equally hypocritical. They hate to kill each other, but they laugh at the same face as Maitreya.

An old monk headed by the Zen Buddhism, with his hands clasped together, said to him without a head: "Amitabha, presumably this is a younger brother."

The old monk who spoke was very burly, although the words were smiling, but they did not reach the bottom of my eyes.

Moreover, as soon as he came up, he called the younger brother, and apparently wanted to press the head.

No one has smiled and laughed: "The old man has no law, I don't know what the master called?"

The old monk who spoke before did not answer, and an old monk around him snorted: "It’s a big face without a head. How can we call you a brother and a grievance?"

The color of the palm-free facade is as usual, and it is faint: "This younger brother, I don't know what to call?"

The old monk who spoke couldn't help but know that he shouldn't answer the question. This didn't work, and what did he do?

If you follow the words, do you admit that he is lower than him? However, if he does not follow him, then he would not play his own face?

At this time, the old monk who spoke at the beginning laughed and said: "There is no head, the old man is the law of Xuanzhi, these are my younger brothers, Xuanhui, Xuanren, Xuanci..."

Since the self-reliance of the Zen Buddhism, it has not been passed down according to the original law number. Therefore, although there are no masters, although they are peers, the law number is a mysterious character.

At the beginning of the cloud, he said that this mysterious wisdom is smart, which has solved the dilemma of Xuanhui.

A machine front was temporarily resolved, and the two sides were seated.

After saying a few words, Xuan Zhi’s eyes fell on the cloud.

"This little disciple is a true disciple without a head?"

No head nodded: "Good, lonely, haven't seen Xuanzhi's head and masters?"

Xuanzhi head and others: "..."

Did they not get it wrong? The law of this little monk is... lonely?

Master Xuan Hui, the old monk who had been looking for a singer, immediately sneered out: "Your Zen is really hard to say, and there is such a law number?"

He said that he is very helpless! This law is not his gift.

(End of this chapter)