Fantasy World Transmigration

Xuanzang silently bowed his head and only listened to Wukong. “Everyone said that you are a little bit worse. Do you know if you are a little bit worse?”

Wukong picked up his index finger and thumb, but Xuanzang saw the whole universe between the little fingers.

Xuan Zang sighed: “Master, I still can’t understand!”

Wukong leaned over to him and kneel down and said to him: “That little, it is unreasonable. You only have one copy of “The Great Day is like the Scriptures,” so that you will restore the infinite power of the previous demons. ”

Xuanzang shocked and looked up: “Previous mana?”

“Do you say that I am a little bit worse, in fact, it is the mana of previous lives?” Even in this serious situation, Xuanzang couldn’t help but vomit – I realized that for so long, you told that it was actually impossible to understand. ! What are you teasing me?

“Otherwise?” Wukong a monkey face in front of Xuanzang: “If you can understand it casually, why is it necessary for you to learn? Why should you decide? What do you think? Anyone can have it. The idea, but what really works, is the power to carry out the idea.”

“The idea of ​​not supporting power is worthless.”

“The reason why the Buddha is a Buddha, first of all, it has infinite mana, if there is no mana, if the Buddha is a fart!”

“So…” Wukong said: “Your Master has taught you a lot of ideas. The reason why you are so little is that you need to restore the infinite power of past lives to achieve. Take me, and bring other demons to the service. This It is the only way to influence the demon. It is also what I want to teach you – there is no meaning for the concession without power.”

“So you heard that the gods are relying on the arbitrariness of others to demonize the demon, and ultimately not (extension of the fist, indicating physics) probation?”

Wukong patted Xuanzang’s shoulder and said with emotion: “So, regardless of the distortions in the Buddhist scriptures, I teach you a universal truth – world is material, it does not exist in human minds. So consciousness acts on matter. The only way is to practice. Practice depends on strength. Therefore, consciousness relies on strength to change reality, and expects to rely on thinking in the mind, expecting to pass the realization, to change everything in reality – does not exist!”

“So…” Wukong will help Xuan Zang and point to himself: “Find the “Day of the Sun”, restore the infinite power of past lives, and then hit me!”

“Do you understand?” Wukong watched the declaration of war absent-minded, loudly shouted.

Xuan Zang’s subconscious righteous path: “Understand!”

Wukong came to the side to chat with Zhu Gangzhen and Sha Wujing: “Acquaintance! Come and smoke!” Speaking of handing a white sand, Zhu Gangyu skillfully borrowed a fire from the ruins burning next to the battlefield, and Wukong Hooking his shoulders and listening to him: “I used to play so badly before, brother is not intentional! Forgive me, forgive me!”

Zhu Gangyu spit out a smoke circle and pleased with a smile: “The position is different, understand and understand!”

“Hey! Come and protect him!” Wukong pointed to Xuan Zang, and Zhu Gangyan said: “In the sky, I made a mistake, and the organization also gave me a chance.”

Shawu net in a low, muffled voice said: “Too much points! I broke a glass 盏!”

Zhu Gangzhen felt that it was time for him to show his performance to the organization. He put down the smoke and said to Sha Wu: “Old sand! This is your consciousness. You are the private secretary of the leader, making mistakes, making mistakes, Is it the problem of the error itself? It is a matter of principle, it is an attitude problem! It is also a mistake, and my attitude of reflection is very good. What is like you…”

“When you have a mystery in your womb, in order to make sense to him, let you recall the past that can’t be looked back, you can’t help you!” Wukong was heartbroken.

Zhu Gangyan said openly: “What is this, it doesn’t matter, it’s a bit of a predecessor, you don’t say I have forgotten it! That slut dare to wear a hat for me, and then I will give the king a note, let him put the traitor Husband, go to hell and exercise for a few years, then cast a pig and eat as a population.”

“I don’t play him for three generations, my old pig, this captain marshal is white!”

Wukong and Zhu Gangzhen were there, watching Xuan Zang meditation on where he was faintly seeing the words “Da Ri Rulai Jing Jing”, Wukong pointed out: “Do you say he can find it?” ”

Zhu Gangyan shook his head and said: “Let’s find it! I said Great Sage! Are you really waiting for him to find the truth to clean up you?”

Wukong took out the cigarette butt from his mouth and pressed it out on the ground. Indifferently said: “Whoever cleans up, not necessarily!”

“As far as his waste is concerned, what can I do if I find the truth? I have opened so many hangs for him, and it has influenced your woman who has killed him in this world. This kind of waste has “The Great Day”. What can I do? I am afraid?”

After Zhu Gangzhen heard the smile of his heart, the two men quickly pulled into the relationship by swearing Zhu Gang’s stupid leadership.

The only surviving Scorpio A3 Vajra wisely climbed over the Xuan Zang on the mountain of the knife. The blood of golden was covered with a path behind him. I don’t know how much hardship I experienced. Vajra Zhizhi climbed to Xuan. After squatting, reaching out and grabbing his shoes, Xuanzang hurriedly got up and said, “What are you doing? If you are beaten like this, don’t be forced, don’t be too good, stay there and wait for rescue!”

Vajra wisely seized the shoes of Xuanzang, spit blood, and said: “Big… big day… as… come… really… by!”

Xuan Zang sighed: “Sun Wukong said that I am still a little bit worse, that is to find the great truth of the day. Restore the infinite power of past lives.” He said that suddenly he turned back and said: “This high-level Mon Monk, you have Didn’t you bring this “Day of the Sun”?”

Vajra Zhi has been slowing down and said: “The reason why I and Senior Brother came to China… is… for this… Tantra Vajra takes the Dharma… the supreme classic… the big day… the scripture !”

“It must be…” Say here, Vajra wisely swallowed a blood.

Xuanzang quickly ran along his chest and abdomen and said: “Don’t worry, slowly say… is it there?”

“It must be in your hands!” Vajra Zhi finally said it.

Xuanzang was surprised: “Impossible, I have never seen anything like “The Great Day is like the truth””

Vajra said with a big eyes: “Impossible…because…the Middle Earth cannot have a Mahayana discipline unless it…inheritance from…the big day is like the truth!”

Xuan Zang shook his head and said: “I am a teacher from my Master to learn Mahayana Buddhism. Do you say that the Great Day is like a classic, will it be in my Master’s hands? He didn’t pass it to me… No… or passed me. Some things are a songbook of three hundred songs, and tell me that this “Three Songs of Children’s Songs” has endless power…”

At the end of the day, Xuanzang also stunned. He took out the “Three Songs of Children’s Songs” from his arms, and in the hands of a little trembling, the “Three Songs of Children’s Songs” which were spelled up in a mess, jumped out in the East. Under the sun’s first rays of light, the cover is composed of six blocks of different sizes and strokes, which are spelled into – big, Japanese, Japanese, come, true, and classic.

Xuanzang’s body is stagnation.

Vajra Zhi looked at the scriptures and trembled as if they would hang up at any time.

He trembled: “Fast… fast practice!”

Xuanzang put this great day as the scripture, and placed it in front of him. A breeze that didn’t know where to come from slowly opened the pages for him. Countless verses turned over in front of him. Xuanzang suddenly realized Vajra wisely propped up his body, and his hands trembled and took out a dagger, stalking toward Xuanzang.

Xuanzang is completely motionless, letting the dagger fall on his own hair.

Vajra Zhibao is solemn and said: “I am using the Mahayana rumor as the fifth generation of the identification, to shave for you, and then convert to my Buddha and become a Mahayana discipline.” With the dagger’s stroke, Xuanzang’s explosion head is glimmering. Cut down, countless Vatican sounds, from the sound of his body, the morning sun that rises from the rising sun seems to be gathered on his body, full of gold.

Wukong was holding a peach and watching it quietly.

In the end, Xuanzang fell to his feet, his hands were meditation, and a bald head shone. Zhu Gang shouted and said, “Ah! My eyes!” When a big day turns over, the last time, When the seal was turned over, Xuanzang saw a small graffiti on it. The brushwork was cute and cute, and it was a clumsy little sand.

Suddenly, a drop of tears, silently slipped.

The graffiti was wet, and the ink spread with tears, and the confused one could no longer see.