The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 363: Become a Buddha on the spot

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At this time, Chai Qingshan and his party were approaching the archway. Chai Qingshan was standing under the steps. The old man nodded in greeting.

Feng Zongxi and Lu Jiejun, the two now-famous gangsters, are actually "rising stars" compared to Chai Qingshan, a truly renowned martial arts master, and both of them are respectful to the young feudal clan at this time. Wang holds a fist and salutes, and he says his registration number.

Xu Fengnian stretched out his hand and chuckled, "Today this king is just a pilgrim from Wudang Mountain. You don't need to be polite."

Li Shizi made a face secretly.

Xu Fengnian smiled heartily.

She coughed neither lightly nor severely, and blinked at him.

Xu Fengnian refrained from smiling, and said solemnly: "I will introduce you, this is Miss Li, she is the most chivalrous, and she has a strong martial arts, and she is called by the people of the rivers and lakes..."

Xu Fengnian paused for a while, turned his head quickly, and blinked at her.

When they wandered through the rivers and lakes together, one of the things they liked most was to give themselves nicknames. At that time, except for Lao Huang, the eye sockets of the three rivers and lakes chicks were all shallow, and the names they could think of were probably good. That is Feng Zongxi’s "Zhongyuan Shenquan" and his like, how to scare people how to come, it sounds like the bigger the better, the girl who ran away from home gave herself no less than 20 nicknames, and she was still old-fashioned and taught Xu Fengnianhe. The guy carrying the wooden sword, we martial arts heroes, only took the wrong name and didn't take the wrong nickname, so people in the world must be cautious when it comes to nicknames!

Xu Fengnian saw her mouth shape clearly, and said without a trace: "The people of the rivers and lakes are called Tongxuan Fairy. It is only because Miss Li has all her swords, spears, guns and sticks, she has made her own family. ……"

The girl didn't care about the heroine's posture, and hurriedly reminded: "My light work, don't forget to say it!"

Xu Fengnian had to obediently check the omissions and fill in the vacancies: "Li Xianzi's light work is also a must, can be described as a unique martial arts."

Feng Zongxi and Lu Jiejun are so eye-catching. Although it is not clear which young prince is singing, they still do a lot of courtesy with that little girl.

After paying the courtesy with a stern look, she was overwhelmed with joy after being addicted to the heroine.

Suddenly, she whispered: "Xu Fengnian, do you still remember the agreement we made back then?"

Xu Fengnian smiled and nodded.

To live, to be able to lie down and never stand.

Hunjianghu, can fly and never walk!

She patted Xu Fengnian's shoulder unceremoniously.

Xu Fengnian said to everyone: "I'm sorry, this king must go one step ahead."

Then he squatted down, and after lifting her on his back, he rose from the ground like a rainbow.

When the two reached the top of the Great Lotus Peak, Xu Fengnian still carried the heroine on her back, as if she was tired and asked him to carry it on her back.

She lay on his back and whispered softly: "Xu Fengnian, you always treat me as your sister, right?"

Xu Fengnian gave a hum.

She laughed suddenly, "It's okay!"

Xu Fengnian turned his head slightly and said bitterly: "This hurts feelings."

She bumped his forehead with her forehead.

Xu Fengnian turned his head again, full of smiles.

She hugged his neck and asked cautiously: "Xu Fengnian, if I leave Beiliang with dumb Nanbei, will you be angry?"

Xu Fengyoung shook his head lightly and said: "Of course not, fighting this kind of thing, you are a heroine who wanders through the rivers and lakes, and a monk who eats fast and reciting the Buddha in the north and the south. What are you mixing with."

She sniffed.

Xu Fengnian comforted: "I will definitely go to you to fight the autumn wind in the future."

She did not speak.

Between mountains and rivers, the girl's mind is better than all landscape poems.

Near the girl’s house, a hut that was hurriedly built, a monk in white who was sitting on a small bench in front of the house and sighing. After seeing this scene, the middle-aged monk who was washing his daughter-in-law did not care about the washboard. , Got up suddenly, strode towards that simple hut.

Li Dongxi quickly jumped off his back and said loudly to Xu Fengnian: "The wind is screaming!"

Xu Fengnian wiped the soles of his feet and ran away without saying a word.

The monk in white quickly rushed out of the house with a kitchen knife in his hand, looking around, murderous.

This murderous aura is probably not inferior to the demeanor of Deng Tai'a holding Tai'a sword at the foot of the mountain.

In the past years, it was recognized that Cao Changqing's celestial phenomena was the most romantic, Deng Tai'a's finger-xuan sword was the most eloquent, and finally, it was the King Kong state of Li Beware of Liangchan Temple, the most invincible!

Li beware of the weather, reclining Buddha, sitting Buddha, standing Buddha.

The person in the world who is least afraid of Li beware is only a pair of two.

His daughter-in-law, his daughter-in-law.

The girl happened to be one of them, so she didn't care about her father at all. After holding her hands, she hummed a little tune and wandered around elsewhere.

This girl who doesn't know how to love her father.

The white-clothed monk sighed heavily, put the kitchen knife back, sat back on the bench, and continued to scrub his clothes.

Wait until the little monk from the north and south returned to the hut and heard the master talking to himself there.

The little monk moved a bench and sat down and asked: "Master, where are you chanting?"

"That's it, it's more difficult to recite. Every household temple has scriptures that are difficult to recite."

"Master, but the old abbot said that it is best to read the scriptures in the world."

"That's why the abbot is the abbot, and you can only be the apprentice of the abbot's apprentice."

"Oh, Master, what if the apprentice can't find the apprentice in the future?"

"If our temple was not closed, it would be simple. If you look for a dark and windy day, Master will accompany you with a big sack and just grab a small bald head and come back. Now it’s difficult."

"Master..."

"My apprentice is a far cry from the old abbot's apprentice."

"Master, you just said that the disciple is not as good as you."

"That won't work, how can there be such a shameless master."

"Master, today, Yu Fu solved the fortune-telling, and also wrote a letter from the family. The two old people must give Yu Fu money. Yu Fu was unsuccessful in shirking, knowing that our masters and apprentices have to spend a lot of time. , So I put the money to the disciple, and the disciple will return the silver to him."

"North and South, Master can accept you as an apprentice, in fact, I am very proud of him."

"Master, I must give the money to my wife, right, where's the wife?"

"Your mother, sleeping. Everyone loves to sleep, and there are very few of them who understand the samādhi. Why else would the ancients say'the most virtuous person who sleeps outside the book'? Your mother, is even more powerful than the master. ."

"Master...the disciple only knows the grunts of the master, which is very powerful...Master can sleep more soundly than anyone else."

"Huh? Stupid north and south, there is growth."

"Hey."

Two bald heads, one large and one small, touched their bald heads almost at the same time.

The white-clothed monk touched his head, looked into the distance, and said softly: "The green silks on your teacher's head are the temples in Master's heart. The wrinkles in the corners of her eyes are the scriptures that Master can never tire. She sleeps. The snoring sound is the Dharma that Master never tires..."

The little monk was dumbfounded. I don't know why the master is suddenly so poetic.

Then only heard the teacher snorting behind them, and said with a smile: "Death!"

The little monk turned his head and glanced at the teacher who walked back to the room, then looked at the serene-faced Master, and exclaimed: "Master."

The monk in white did not look back, lowered his head and rubbed the laundry, and said in a low voice: "Your teacher, I don’t think that applying rouge is actually pretty. I just want to hear Master say that she’s pretty, but she doesn’t know. In Master’s eyes, she always It’s so good-looking, it can’t be any better."

The little monk whispered: "Master, Master, Master has gone far."

The white-clothed monk murmured: "Is it far from the troubles and purification? Not far. Is the market far away? Not far. Is the yin and yang far from life and death? Not far. Then the teacher and the master are naturally very close."

The little monk is ignorant and sincerely admires: "Master, you really have a root of wisdom!"

The white-clothed monk rewarded a chestnut on the bald head of the stupid apprentice, "Looking for a fight! How can any apprentice praise the master for having wisdom roots?!"

The little monk looked innocent.

The middle-aged monk with his back to the hut lowered his voice, "Your wife really has gone far?"

The little monk turned his head and then turned his head back in an instant~IndoMTL.com~ Apparently this action has already been extremely skilled, and he nodded and said solemnly: "The teacher has closed the door!"

The middle-aged monk gave a cry.

The little monk groaned and moved the bucket and washboard.

The white-clothed monk smiled slightly and applauded: "Apprentice, you also have wisdom roots."

The little monk did not speak.

The monk in white clothes folded his hands on his knees, leaned back a little, and looked up at the sky.

The world's scriptures and Dharma, the poor monks have fully understood.

Poor monks have seen the beauty of the world’s finest days.

Only the face that often smears thick rouge can't be seen enough.

The white-clothed monk smiled, touched his head, "rightly become a Buddha."

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