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Chapter 2403 Donor

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    After the Shengzhuan monk fell into the water, his feet were immediately trapped in the river sand.

    The guy yelled and struggled to thrash, but unexpectedly, the more he struggled, the faster the sand spiral fell into, and he saw that all his legs were submerged in it.

    The oarsman was so frightened that he rowed the boat desperately and followed him, and then handed over an oar.

    The monk Shengzhuang ignored his own embarrassment, grabbed the oar like a life-saving straw, and climbed up crazily.

    Although both of them began to exert their cultivation and strength, they could not withstand the crazy devouring of the water vortex. They saw that the hull of the ship began to tilt, and there was a possibility of capsizing at any time.

    "Om mani padme hum, Buddha bless, all Buddhas bless" Monk Shengzhuang was exhausted, shouting Dharma chants, and his hands were shaking wildly.

    I laughed mockingly and said: "Master, I'm afraid your trick doesn't work. Didn't you just say that on this river, you are neither a Buddha nor a monk, you are just a rogue blocking the road, so there are five things in your heart."  How can Buddha save you? Tsk, tsk, what a pity, it looks like you have to do hard work under the sand spinner."

    "You don't say sarcastic words, I I" Even in this world, Monk Shengzhuang still has a tough mouth.

    But the monk holding the oar was so anxious that he raised his head and said to me: "Donor, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If you have a way, please help a group of monks."

    "Me?" I looked at the monk in the water and said with a smile: "The great master intends to become an immortal and die to enlighten Buddhism. If I help him, won't I destroy his belief in becoming a Buddha? Forget it, let him go.  Right. If you don¡¯t cross, just cross!¡±

    The oar-holding monk quickly shouted to the guy in the water: "How long has it been? You still haven't softened your mind?"

    Monk Shengzhuang couldn't hold on any longer. At this moment, half of his body was buried in the sand swirl. If he didn't give in, he would be swallowed.

    "Donor, I have offended a lot of poor monks before, so please give me a lot of help. Please help me quickly"

    "Don't Buddhists say, if I don't go to hell, who will? Are eminent monks also afraid?"

    "Afraidafraid"

    "Then, I want to cross the river, can I cross it?"

    "We can get through it, we can get through it, we will definitely get through it!"

    "If I had known this, why would I take off my pants and fart!" I laughed deliberately and crudely, and then I held the oar with the monk holding the oars. A dragonfly touched the water. His oar reached the water, and he held his monk's robe in both hands.  , dragged him up.

    It can be seen from this that not all people in this Buddhist country are empty.

    After escaping from death, Monk Mingyi no longer looked as calm and calm as before.

    The paddler monk looked at him carefully and then at me.  Monk Mingyi had no choice but to wave his hand and said: "Du, Du, let him pass, so what."

    "Okay, ferry, I will ferry the donor across." The oarsman started to turn the bow of the boat and asked in a low voice: "Is the donor really crossing the Jialan River to seek Dharma? Or is there another purpose? Look at the donor's majestic appearance.  , I don¡¯t know the real name"

    "Is that what I told you?" I said disdainfully: "If you were to ferry me over originally, I would answer whatever you asked me. Now that I am ferrying you across, I can feel at ease while riding the boat. Who do you have the right to ask me?"

    "ThisthisI am also doing it for the benefactor's good. Please bear in mind that after passing the Jialan River, you will reach Xuwei Mountain. Donors can seek Dharma toward the west, but be sure not to disturb Xuwei Mountain."

    I thought to myself, you still said that, that¡¯s where I want to go.

    But the more you don¡¯t let me go, the more I will go.

    But I don¡¯t need to tell you.

    I deliberately sat on the bow of the boat and hummed a tune as if no one else was around: Let them swing the oars. There were no waves in the boat, and the beautiful buildings were reflected on the water. The one who fell into the water just now was a monk. The boat was light, floating in the water, and people came to me.  The cry for mercy came

    The monk in silk clothes was so angry that his face was black and blue, but there was nothing he could do about me.

    Not long after, we reached the other side.

    I jumped up and stepped onto the soil of the Buddhist country.

    The monk in robes didn¡¯t even look at me, and ordered angrily: ¡°Turn around.¡±

    I shouted on the shore: "Don't worry, remember, when I come back, you have to send me back."

    "Why?" Monk Shengzhuang said angrily: "My Buddha can only help people overcome their troubles, but will not help them enter their troubles. Donors should just do what they want."

    "That's okay!" I said with a smile: "But if you don't take me back, I will spread the song I just played so that others can know the master's style."

    After saying that, I walked away.

    From behind, the monk clenched his fists and stamped his feet, shouting and cursing: "What a sin"?¡­¡±

    The farther you get from the Jialan River, the closer you get to Xuwei Mountain.

    When I got there, I realized that this mountain was far weirder than I imagined.

    I saw it standing beside the main road going west. The lower end of the mountain is narrow, but the top of the mountain is huge and boundless.  It looked like a big-bellied gourd sitting upside down on the ground.  This time zh u*iw en .*org Zhang Si

    Just as I was about to step forward, a Yang Xiu Dharma Seal flew across from the first step.

    I hurriedly saw the tricks, used Yang cultivation to circulate the meridians, and took over the seal.

    This is just the beginning, go up the stone steps.  Every hundred steps, there will be Dharma seals, Dharma wheels and Dharma weapons coming.  The four cultivations of humans, ghosts and demons are uncertain. Although they are not killer moves, it is obvious that this place has experienced a great war.  &#24378&#29306&#32&#122&#104&#117&#105&#119&#101&#110&#46&#111&#114&#103&#32&#35835&#29306

    I guess it should be the ones left behind when the Dragon Clan challenged for hegemony and was exterminated by other ethnic groups.

    After a lot of hard work, I finally reached the mountainside.

    However, this place is already shrouded in a colorful halo.

    Although there is no vegetation on the mountain, the mist is heavy and the distance you can see is less than a hundred meters.

    "Seniors of the Dragon Clan, I have offended An Hun because I have offended you. Please forgive me." I bowed to the mountain again and again, and continued to move forward.

    However, before I stepped into the halo, I shouted, and a burst of ground fire burst out. In an instant, a ferocious wall of fire blocked the way.

    This wall of fire stretches endlessly, almost surrounding the entire mountain.

    With my skills, I am naturally not afraid of ordinary fires, but I tried it, and the fire here is exactly the lantern fire in the Six Ding Six Fires. No matter what kind of cultivation I have of humans, ghosts, and demons, I will probably be injured if I pass through it.  It¡¯s time to reach the meridians.

    I hesitated for a moment and was about to pass through the wall of fire with demonic cultivation. After all, demonic cultivation does not need to move the meridians.  But at this moment, a Buddha's call suddenly came from behind: "Amitabha, donor, please stay" Zhidao z.com Zhixiao

    I was stunned and turned around, suddenly shocked.

    Standing behind him is a female monk. She wears gray cloth monk clothes, but she can't hide her beautiful face. With her hands clasped together and the magic beads on her wrists, she can't hide the aura of the worldly fireworks of the past

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