After the Full-Level Boss is Reborn - Chapter 183

Tianxin’s voice is not slow nor slow, like a Sanskrit sound.

When the Buddha was alive, there was a small hunchback in the city where he lived. He lived by begging and was hungry all year round. Only when he died of starvation can he get a bite of leftovers. Suffering all the year round.

Later, he listened to the Buddhist teachings, was enlightened, and became a monk or ordination. However, affected by karma, every time he goes out for alms, he always comes back empty-handed.

Even if he comprehends the Dharma and cultivates into an Arahant, he will suffer from starvation every day.

The bhikkhus beg for him, but the food they bring back is always taken away on the road, or pecked by crows.

So the little humpbacked Arhat Nirvana in hunger.

The bhikkhus asked the Blessed One: “What evil deeds did the little bhikkhus do in the past life, even though they are an Arahant in this life, but are nirvana in hunger?

The Lord said: “A long time ago, he starved his mother to death. Therefore, all of this life is due to his bad karma thousands of years ago. The so-called “After hundreds of thousands of calamities, the work will not die, and when the cause will meet, the results will be rewarded.” Still feel it.’”

Hua Zhi listened absent-mindedly, the hem of the skirt swayed slightly, and the embroidered shoes pointed out from the skirt from time to time.

Master Tianxin looked at her, frowning, deep worries hidden in his eyes.

Hua Zhi: “Causality, huh.” She looked up at the sky, “I also have a story, can’t you listen to it?”

Tianxin: “Tan Yue, please speak.”

Hua Zhi said: “A lot of thousands of years ago, I can’t remember clearly. I was walking at night and met a blind monk. I asked him, can’t you see it? What’s the use of lighting a lamp?”

She laughed, her eyebrows curled up, “Guess what he said?”

Tianxin closed his eyes: “The night is long, and I hope this lamp will illuminate all travelers in the dark.”

An ordinary paper lantern appeared in Hua Zhi’s hand. The light was faint, and it had been burning for tens of thousands of years.

The monster lives alone between heaven and earth, traveling alone for a long time, and it is the first time to see such a compassionate Buddha light.

The blind monk has no gods in his eyes, but concealed the light of cash. When he smiles, the blossoming lotus blossoms-the Buddha Dharma is about to reach the other shore.

Hua Zhi looked down, rubbing the lamp, “Don’t you always talk about cause and effect, I took his lamp, but gave him a pair of eyes that can see cause and effect.”

“Ugly, gloomy, greedy, hate… everything, under those eyes, there will be nowhere to hide. In each life he will not end well because of those eyes, and will re-enter one cycle after another, never being able to Forget the pain of being killed.”

“Every morning, what he sees in his eyes is the crying desolate soul, the tears of the homeless people, the fate of struggling in despair. All living beings are sinking in the sea of ​​suffering. I want to see that after thousands of years, the one who is about to become a Buddha What kind of monk will look like.”

Tianxin folded his hands, brushed apricot and yellow monk robe slightly, and the peach blossoms drifted down from his eyes.

Hua Zhi said, “I lost, but you didn’t win either.”

…

On the battlefield, Huaibo and Peiyu looked at each other, both a little confused.

Rong Jibai is the future buddhaland, but together with Canghai to fight against the demon soldiers at sea. The devil came to the Buddhaland from the East China Sea and found the wrong place.

In the car curtain, the demon asked patiently again: “Is Ji the rest of his life?”

There was silence all around.

Huaibo took a step forward and was pulled by Peiyu’s sleeves. She looked back and shook her head slightly.

Peiyu tightened her lips and slowly released her hand.

Huaibo straightened the tunic, and then said loudly, “Yes!”

Even though the atmosphere was tense at the moment, Xianmen still sounded a faint voice of discussion——

Someone was shocked: “What, the immortal long is to send the rest of his life!”

Someone suddenly realized: “It’s no wonder that Bai Lianhua won the “Cai Fang Ji”. Alas, standing Bai Yueguang is really unreasonable.”

Someone whispered, “Then her new book of Fengyue Storybook, isn’t it… Wow, Xianchang is really stamina.” He glanced at Peiyu again, “It’s incredible.”

Ji Yusheng was too well-known. For a while, everyone looked at Huaibo and Peiyu with strange eyes.

Old Huaibo blushed, and silently wrote down a debt for Canghai and Rong Jibai.

The devil raised the curtain and said, “Please come in.”

The red gauze was fluttering, and the woman sitting in it was wearing regular clothes, her black hair was not tied, she draped softly behind her.

There is a table in front of her with a stick of incense and two cups of hot tea. The tea is still steaming.

Huaibo looked at her at each other, and there were fierce demon soldiers and monsters in between.

“Don’t go, I’m afraid it’s their conspiracy, they want to lead you over.” Xun Chang laughed suddenly.

Ye Yunxin frowned slightly, his eyes showed disapproval.

Huaibo smiled, and walked slowly forward, the green clothes fluttered and the green silk fluttered.

She held her hands and looked relaxed, as if she was not in a battlefield that was about to happen, but strolling in a leisurely courtyard.

The hideous monsters were getting closer and closer to her. They didn’t seem to have any intention of giving way. The demon king also sat on the ground without making a sound.

Huaibo approached slowly step by step, and the cold snow flakes quietly blew beside her.

The monsters involved in the wind and snow became a pool of dirty blood in an instant.

But the demon king watched his subordinates die, still motionless, just took a sip of the tea.

Sword aura, the ubiquitous sword aura, is like snowflakes, beautiful and awe-inspiring.

Huaibo walked from the wind and snow on the blood, and when he got into the car, he politely removed the stains on his shoes.

Mojun slightly curled her lips and raised her hand to signal her to sit down, looking noble and elegant. If it hadn’t been for the intersecting of the two soldiers, no one would have thought that this was a frightening monster.

“Natural selection will compete with each other, and the fittest will survive.” Demon Jun said coldly, staring at Huaibo.

Huai Bai was startled slightly, and then naturally sat opposite her and said, “Tian Yan.”

The Demon Lord laughed, flicked the car curtain, and shouted out: “You continue to fight, don’t worry about this.”

The strong wind rolled up and instantly dispersed the clouds in the sky.

After an instant of gap, even darker demon breath surged like a tide, flooding everyone, and the field of vision was dark.

The immortal man looked shocked and thought, what’s going on, this is the legendary demon king?

But the magic soldiers were used to the king’s unreasonable playing cards, howling excitedly, and slaughtered the past.

Murderous spirits all around, boiling against the sky, swords and swords.

The car is high above the clouds, the red yarn is flying, and the two in the car are talking about each other, and the tea is curled up.

Demon Jundao: “Mr. said that everything in the world evolved from the sky, and the survival of the fittest, but I am a little puzzled.”

Huaibo did not drink tea: “Please speak.”

Demon Lord: “In the past, the gods created the heaven and the earth. When the sky was angered, the earth was overwhelmed with one thought, the rivers turned upside down, and the peaks cracked. However, the monks had to practice hard in order to comprehend the laws of heaven. To reach the center of the earth, gods and immortals, which are strong and weak.”

Huaibo: “Simply talk about power, and naturally it will be strong.”

The demon asked: “Then why are the protoss now annihilated, but the monks are everywhere? Natural selection is rare, but the strong are eliminated?”

Huaibo cast his eyes down, looking at the cup of tea, with his hands on his knees, sitting in a regular posture.

One or two strands of broken hair fell from the front of the forehead, trembling like a flower in the wind.

The Demon Lord was a little disappointed, “Mr. Could it be that I don’t know?”

Huaibo raised his eyes and smiled softly, “I just remembered something.”

“What’s the matter?”

Huaibo looked at the devil’s eagerness to learn, and thought that if he were in the original world, the teacher would have liked such students very much.

“It’s nothing,” she pondered for a moment, “what is weak and what is strong? Other races that have a strong power, so they lose their awe of the heaven and the earth, self-defeating, and awe of the heaven and the earth, blending with the heaven and the way, so that they can survive for a long time. , Which is stronger and weaker?”

“Among the six realms, it is natural that mortals are the weakest to be judged by strength. In terms of xinxing, ordinary people suffer from seven emotions and six desires, and they are not as detached as gods. But dazzling thousands of years, the vicissitudes of life, Yunmeng Lingyang does not exist in The world, but the human race is becoming more and more prosperous, and even has the strength to fight against immortals.”

Huaibo asked her back: “Do you think Human Race is weak?”

The demon opened the driving curtain and looked down.

The ground rumbling and shaking.

The cavalry in armor pierced into the monster like a sharp sword, fighting with them. The iron horse smashed the flesh and blood, and the killing sound shook the sky.

The general led the iron horse and cold spear, galloping on the battlefield, facing the hideous monster without being weak, “Kill!”

The soldiers shouted: “Kill!!!”

The devil finds it interesting. In her memory, the human race was just a group of ants walking upright and drinking blood.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, they would have reached this point.

Huaibo said: “A person is naturally as small as a mustard seed, and a hundred years is short as a mayfly. But if all people are gathered together, all generations will be inherited from one generation to another and become one race and one civilization. Magnificent and magnificent, it makes the heaven and the earth pale.”

The demented monsters have red eyes, defying pain, biting frantically. Blood flows into rivers, bones are everywhere, **** on earth.

Yan Jia’s aura flashed and dimmed in the darkness. On the blood-soaked land, the Terran soldiers fell one by one, rushed up one by one, followed by one after another. In the sea of ​​blood in the dead mountain, a battle flag fluttered in the wind and stood firm.

The demon sighed and closed the window. The sound of fighting was isolated. The inner room was quiet and there was only a light tea fragrance.

She said: “That’s the case, but if it weren’t for the help of the immortal door to provide them with Yanjia, how could this be done with the strength of the human race?”

Huaibo was very sure: “Naturally it can be done, but only a few years later, but after a thousand years, they will always be able to go to the sky and step through the sky.”

The devil raised his eyebrows: “Are you so sure?”

Huaibo said, “Yes, because I have seen it with my own eyes.”

In her original world.

The devil chuckled, but only as if she was lying. She fiddled with the incense burner, and the incense was rustling. The car is warm and fragrant.

Looking out, the Huaguang magical artifacts shuttled in the dark clouds, looming, like countless meteors shuttled.

The dark clouds are getting thicker and thicker, there is a loud bang, the Milky Way is tilted, the rain and the wind are violent.

The smell of death passed through the curtain of the car, melting with the incense.

The devil sits lazily, his outer robe is loose and the inner red is gorgeous.

Huaibo tilted his head, trying to find the white figure through the bead curtain and the shower. After looking for a long time, she frowned very lightly.

“Sir,” the demon said slowly: “Since the human race is like this, are you not afraid of raising tigers? Yanjia needs spirit stones. After a few hundred years, they will learn to compete with the immortal gate for spirit mines. When the time comes, You are no longer the supreme immortals.”

Huaibo calmly said, “I know.”

The demon sighed and waved to the table. All the tea was poured on the ground.

“Sometimes I admire you, and sometimes I think you are ridiculous.” A white cloth appeared in her hand and spread the cloth on the table.

Huaibo’s eyes moved slightly-black lines criss-crossed on the cloth, like a chess game, this was the banner of Fangcai’s magic soldiers.

The devil smoothed the cloth, “Do you know what this means?”

Huaibo: “Take common people’s life as a chess, and six ways as a sub, and the sleeves will play the world in the palm of the hand.”

This is the meaning of the magic flag.

The demon was stunned, and threw a charcoal pencil over, “What did you say? I just want to play backgammon with you. But what you just said is very interesting.” She thought for a while and laughed: “Take common people as chess. With six ways as the son, let’s bet on one round, okay?”

Huaibo: “I feel bad.”

Mojun shook his head: “I don’t want you to think, I want me to think, I think it can, come on.”