A bald head falling from the sky? ! "
Zhao Qian one leng immediately face slightly twisted unexpectedly saw a young monk Bala Pu tree is falling from the sky.
Where is the bald head?
Falling from the sky with a bald head and grabbing the palm of the Tathagata? !
Which temple is he?
The two men looked at each other affectionately for a moment, and all kinds of emotions were intense and mixed, as if expressing their’ most sincere’,’ most simple’ and’ most beautiful’ greetings to each other.
At this moment, the blue gold flame burns the imaginary star line, and the cause and effect seem to be limited and slowed down, and they generally fall into solidification. Only the two of them gradually fit together.
"Have you ever heard of a method of falling from the sky?" Suddenly Meng Ji recalled the past memory and looked at Zhao Qian, the former leader of the Jin Dynasty.
Zhao Qian was a little dazed and shook his head slightly. He couldn’t understand what this master plan was, but he could make moves again to sweep it from the sky. The little bald head took Pu away.
"Tathagata palm! Buddha from the sky! " For a moment, Meng Ji leaned out with one hand and pressed it to the sky, and all the flames were integrated into the palm of his hand. The withered and glorious Pu resonated and played the’ Tathagata’s palm’
Seeing the sea of clouds, a huge glazed palm of Buddha descending from the sky, solemn, sacred, merciful and pure, and a hazy Buddha showing a bright and clean figure dragging in the palm of his hand after a virtual shadow.
"Tathagata palm? ！”
The arrival of the fish on the seashore is an incredible shock. Look at the Buddha’s light falling from the sky, full of compassion, peace, holiness and detachment!
Someone got it so soon?
"How can you mobilize the overall strength of the palm of God?" Zhao Qian’s face changed, but he felt the immortal power in the palm of this green gold glazed Buddha. On the spot, the star line was broken. I hope that the whole person was suppressed by the Buddha’s palm and flew out. It fell ten times in a row before hitting a huge pothole and inserting it into the land like a plant.
"Big Brother didn’t lie to me. There really is a Buddha coming from the sky!" Whispers echoed in the air, and another channel seemed to crack.
Then the palm of God went to hold the little bald head of Pu and disappeared into the void, and the withered and glorious Pu was taken away before him.
"What heaven Buddha! Where did the fake monk come from? Reagan didn’t learn the bad tricks from the Buddha! "
In the pit, Zhao Qian pulled himself out of the soil, stumbling and having a craving that was defiled by people. No matter how high the meditation is, it is hard to lose color and gloomy expression.
Who has a great chance to be taken away from him and beaten and injured by making up moves? It’s already excellent to accept it without rude words.
"Tut tut, you monk can’t even recognize the Tathagata’s palm until you get home."
Aside from the black emperor galloping and glancing at this mess, he sniffed it and smelled a smell like being born. This guy seems to have another story.
"Where did the dog demon dare to talk like a palm; If you leave the Buddha quickly, you will get angry with King Kong. "
Zhao Qian cold hum his future Buddha reincarnation will not know Tathagata palm moves?
It’s just that the little bald head fell from the sky, and there is a strange force to bless it. I don’t know where the black dog came to tease and provoke it
"Young ah? The fake monk is quite a cross-eater! "
The black emperor has always been a bully. How can he stand this anger? Teng one person stands up and two dog paws are repeatedly staggered to display the black emperor’s secret art. A beautiful flower machine flows out, and a hair secretly falls and flies with the strong wind.
There’s something really going on, huh? Maitreya came into the world, and Zhao Qian naturally had the vision to see that this move was unusual. He was about to wave and gather Buddha’s light, only to see that the hair dancing with the wind suddenly enlarged and became another black emperor.
Eyebrows and cunning hands directly pulled out a piece of dark seal, as if one side of the world was melting and casting, and it was generally different from others, whether it was heavy or hard; It hit Zhao Qian’s head with a wave of boom.
Bang!
The strong wind danced wildly in air billow, and this vast desert was trapped by three feet. Zhao Qian’s eyes trembled and pointed to the big black dog and said, "You …"
Boom!
Without saying anything, the black emperor went to beat the future Buddha, and his head was broken and he was dizzy.
"You … mean!" When Zhao Qian fainted, he cried sadly and was knocked down by the black hand and lay down in the yellow sand.
"Wang said such as also, of course, is nothing, this when you?
After all these years, the imperial craftsmanship is still declining. It’s good to be spoiled. "
The Black Emperor walked contentedly and picked up Zhao Qian’s clothes, pajama, monk’s hat, glass lamp, treasure pestle, golden lotus, relic, etc. All of them were cleaned and nothing was left for Zhao Qian.
"Since you are practicing Buddhism, you should know that these are all external things, and you don’t have to thank the emperor if you go there in line with Zen."
It thought for a moment and left a claw on Zhao Qian’s back to prove that he had surrendered, and this guy left leisurely.
A little green light in the sea of fish reveals a bodhisattva statue, and some light and rain will be shed to heal the mountains and rivers, and then the earth will disappear and return to the pure land of glass.
At the same time, the top of the mountain was cracked and withered, and Xiao Meng returned and fell to the ground
The pure light shines with a Zen machine, which is mysterious as if it were the world’s daily activities.
"It seems that you have mastered the essence of the eleventh type of Buddha’s palm."
Li Yu patted Munch’s shoulder with satisfaction. By the way, he patted his bald head and felt very good.
Running water, king kong, iron and iron, bald head
"Eldest brother Tathagata palm is not ten type? I haven’t been a monk for a few years. Don’t lie to me. "
Mr. Meng always feels something is wrong when he looks suspicious.
In particular, eldest brother also said earlier that this type of descending Buddha from the sky was realized from the seven swords that cut off the sky. How did it become the palm of the Tathagata?
Brother’s illness is getting worse again …
"Then it has the eleventh style. Do you practice it or not?"
Li Yu’s hands are holding his chest and glancing at him obliquely, which directly creates something out of thin air.
"Practice and teach that dog a lesson."
Mr. Meng nodded like garlic. It’s better to have more than one type than less.
This is the master plan of the palm of God, and it is a natural thing to be pregnant with it. The founder of Shaolin Temple, Dharma, is different.
"Body, mind, law and Tao are both there and there."
