"Although the python was defeated and died, the canary was also seriously poisonous and dying!"
"The Buddha was moved to know about this and gave a canary relic and buried it in Qingqiu Mountain! Later, the ancestor of the phoenix clan, Mianqi, got this relic. Seeing that its magic power was powerful, he used it to establish a demon world..."
The Buddha did not say anything about what happened later, but Lian also knew about it.
What surprised him was that his true body had such a past event in Yu Qingyin.
Is this the fate mentioned in everything and the ordinary people?
"Illusion Lotus." The Buddha shouted.
Lian came back to her senses, "Disciple is here!"
"I Buddha was reborn for you. I need a piece of flesh, a piece of bone, and a bowl of blood. Are you willing?" the Buddha asked.
"Disciple is willing!" Lian replied.
The Buddha was satisfied with the head of the earth and looked at the lotus with a smile, "Your body is made of golden lotus and lotus roots. It is the most suitable to use your flesh and blood."
Lian took a deep breath and said slowly: "As long as Qingyin can be saved, I would rather not have this skin!"
"You have a very high understanding, but you have deeply grasped the Buddha's heart. Since this, the Buddha will fulfill your long-cherished wish!" The Buddha's way.
At the end of the sound, a little disciple next to the Buddha stepped forward, holding a golden plate in his hands.
There is a sharp bladed dagger in the plate and a small golden bowl.
Lian took the golden plate, put it beside her, then rolled up her long sleeves, cut her white arm without any hesitation...
The knife is very sharp. With one slash, the flesh and blood will separate and the pain will penetrate into the heart.
However, the lotus eyes did not blink for a moment.
With a bone, a piece of meat, and a bowl of blood, Qingyin's body has recovered.
But she has lost three souls and one spirit, and it is not easy to go back to what she used to be.
The Buddha also said: "The Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things. Collect ninety-nine tears, ninety-nine tears, ninety-nine tears, and three nine are the foundation, so that we can do great things.
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Time flies, and a hundred years have passed in a blink of an eye.
In the Hundred Flowers Valley, the mountains are still full of flowers, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.
In the wooden house in the valley, a girl in a long white dress sat cross-legged on the wooden couch.
The girl's skin is as fine as warm as jade, soft as greasy, windy bun reveals her hair, lightly sweeping her eyebrows, charming eyes with spring, cherry mouth is not red but red, delicate as dripping, two strands of hair on her cheeks gently brushing her face with the wind
Add a bit of tempting charm, while the flexibly rotating eyes turn wisely, a bit naughty and a bit naughty.
She held a thatch in her mouth, held a book in both hands, shook her head and made a sound: "The body is like a Bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror platform. Wipe it frequently and do not cause dust..."
After reciting this passage, the girl stopped her voice.
No sound was heard, and Lian, not far away, stopped painting, raised her phoenix eyes slightly and looked at the girl, "Why didn't Ayin recite it?"
Qingyin spit out the thatch in her mouth, threw the book in her hand on the table, got up, and trotted into Lian's arms, "Master, you let your disciple recite these Buddhist scriptures all day long, and your disciples will
I'm so frustrated! My disciple has already recited these Buddhist scriptures backwards, so why should I recite them again?"
Lian put down the pen in her hand and took her into her arms. Her eyes looked at the woman in her arms like water, "Since I don't miss it, how about learning to paint today?"
Qingyin frowned her beautiful eyebrows and shook her head, "I don't want to study or paint today. Why don't my master take my apprentice outside to play? We haven't left the valley some days!"
Outside, it refers to the mortal world mentioned by the master.
There are noisy markets, luxurious restaurants, lively theaters, and countless snacks.
These are all places Qingyin dreams of and wants to go.