Chapter 1730: Certain things are always necessary
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The clear blue sky is scattered with broken clouds, the golden sun is high above the sky, and the warm sunlight illuminates the vast land. Trees fall down, and rocks crack, revealing dark brown soil and rocks.
The collapsed mountain range blocked the river, and the turbid river water flowed freely, which was full of sand and rocks and broken branches and leaves, and animal carcasses could be seen floating and sinking in it.
The second attack of the Buddha Shadow did not have any effect. Although the first attack was blocked by the priests, saints and others in the stockade, the aftermath of the attack still had a great impact on the surrounding environment.
Fortunately, the forests in southern Xinjiang have a strong resilience, and it won't be long before they return to the original beautiful mountains and rivers.
The Buddha's figure has disappeared.
The scales on the surface of Bai's body gradually disappeared, his eyes returned to normal, and her fangs disappeared. She fell to the ground and hugged the girl from the butterfly's back painfully: "Yun, are you okay?"
The girl called Yun sighed helplessly: "It's okay, and let me down, I can go by myself."
The priests and others did not speak, they were still thinking about the scene just now, the words were deeply engraved in their minds, and the words seemed to still be echoing in their ears.
The matter has been resolved, and the villagers have begun to appease the residents and prepare for post-disaster reconstruction.
A few minutes later, the high priest and others arrived and were shocked to see the scene around the village, but there was no blood smell in the air. Busy villagers could be seen everywhere, making them a little relieved.
The high priest was an old man, older than the priest of Cangxi Ancient Village. Holding a jade staff in his hand, he looked very old, but there was no muddy expression in his eyes.
"...So, the master finally solved the matter?" The high priest seemed a little surprised by the information he heard.
"Yes." The black robe priest thought for a while and added, "It seems that Buddhism is not all as we imagined."
"This is natural." The high priest seemed to have thought of something and sighed, "Like our stockades, although they have the same roots in name, they have very different thoughts."
The Black Robe Sacrifice gave a brief account of what happened.
The process was very simple. The four monks wanted to forcefully transform the holy beasts in the stockade into mountain-protecting spirit beasts. They didn't have much words to do it directly, and the Buddha finally came forward to solve the problem.
What caught the high priest the most was the strength of the Lord Buddha.
Just standing there without moving, and sighing directly abolished the four figures in the air. How strong should this be? Novice Venerable? Intermediate, high-level, or the pinnacle of the venerable?
According to the information they knew, the existence of Venerable Pinnacle was few in the entire Tianlan Continent.
The high priest sighed deeply, with a helpless expression. This kind of great **** came to Southern Xinjiang and didn't know whether it was good or bad. Anyway, it should be good at the moment.
In order to find the Buddha in my heart.
These are the Buddhists who are truly dedicated to the Buddha. Those bald heads who wear high-sounding slogans and do everything for profit are not comparable at all.
"By the way, where is the master now?" the high priest suddenly asked.
"Uh..." The black robe sacrifice was a bit embarrassed, and I didn't know how to answer.
"Planting seedlings in the field." The saint said, she was backlashed when she blocked the Buddha's shadow attack, and could not move violently in a short time, so she stayed here.
There is no so-called classification of ancient houses in southern Xinjiang. Priests and saints are just identities, and there is not much difference between them and the villagers on weekdays.
It also needs to work in the field, and it also needs to work to make money. The folkway is very simple, and it is relatively special only when certain important decisions are made.
The aftermath of the previous Buddha's shadow attack caused a small impact on the terraces. The ridge broke, the clear water rushed down, and the swimming fish bounced in the mud.
Bai is holding his trousers, constantly mending the terraces, occasionally throwing a fish into his mouth secretly, and swallowing his belly without chewing.
The left arm hangs on his side, rarely moves, occasionally looking down, the shoulder is covered by fine white scales, and traces of blood can be seen faintly.
Secretly gritted his teeth, and gained a new understanding of the shamelessness of those bald heads.
At the very beginning, the giant palm seemed to be a temptation, but it was actually mixed with attacks specifically aimed at her. Fortunately, she had a strong physique and was not seriously injured.
After repairing the last damage of the nearby terraces, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked around to eat a fish secretly, and then slowly walked towards the Buddha Lord not far away.
The seedlings fell down a lot, and the Lord Buddha was busy realigning the seedlings.
"Master... monk." Sitting by the side of the canal, his calf was submerged in the cold water, "Why did you make the move?"
"If you want to do it, you will do it." The Lord Buddha replied casually, continued to be busy, and then spoke again after a long silence, "I am very disappointed."
Obviously I've seen enough, still can't help feeling disappointed.
Bai kicked the spray, feeling the sensation of the water running across his skin: "This is no way, monk, not everyone thinks like you."
I remember she seemed to have said this.
"Yes." The Lord Buddha nodded, his eyes fell on the seedlings rooted in the muddy water, "I can't change the world, people's minds are like this."
This is what he thought before, but now he understands a little bit why Junior Brother insists on doing so.
"It can't be changed." Bai nodded, picked a berry from the side and threw it into his mouth. "But when the strength is strong to a certain extent, maybe it can really be done."
Powerful to a certain extent...
The Buddha's movements stopped, and a familiar figure appeared in his mind. It seemed that he could indeed realize this ideal wish forcibly.
But what about after implementation? I am afraid that it will be restored to its original state in a short time, and it is impossible to achieve it completely.
Even if certain things know that the final result is impossible to achieve, there is still a need to do so.
It's one thing to fail to do it, and another to go or not to do it.
The Buddha turned his head and looked at Bai: "You are injured."
"Yeah." White nodded, touched the scales on his shoulders, and frowned his pretty eyebrows, "Shameless, despicable, greedy human!"
Full of resentment.
It feels that those people are mentally ill, doing everything for their own benefit, and being called to the door for nothing, it is really hateful!
Still slogan of being a mountain-protecting spirit beast and cultivating a true fruit as soon as possible, flickering is useless and being hard, acting like a strong person.
The Lord Buddha didn't care about Bai's words, and took out two bottles of Coke from the space ring, and one of them was thrown away by Xiang Bai.
"What's this?" Bai took it and looked curiously, the transparent bottle, the liquid inside was brown, and it looked like some kind of liquid medicine, "Healing?"
"It's a drink." The Lord Buddha opened the bottle cap and drank the small half bottle directly. The cold Coke dispelled the heat, and he was refreshed.
"Drinks?" He muttered in a low voice, learning the Buddha's master to unscrew it, and the flow of gas made him frantic for a while. Fantasy:
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The clear blue sky is scattered with broken clouds, the golden sun is high above the sky, and the warm sunlight illuminates the vast land. Trees fall down, and rocks crack, revealing dark brown soil and rocks.
The collapsed mountain range blocked the river, and the turbid river water flowed freely, which was full of sand and rocks and broken branches and leaves, and animal carcasses could be seen floating and sinking in it.
The second attack of the Buddha Shadow did not have any effect. Although the first attack was blocked by the priests, saints and others in the stockade, the aftermath of the attack still had a great impact on the surrounding environment.
Fortunately, the forests in southern Xinjiang have a strong resilience, and it won't be long before they return to the original beautiful mountains and rivers.
The Buddha's figure has disappeared.
The scales on the surface of Bai's body gradually disappeared, his eyes returned to normal, and her fangs disappeared. She fell to the ground and hugged the girl from the butterfly's back painfully: "Yun, are you okay?"
The girl called Yun sighed helplessly: "It's okay, and let me down, I can go by myself."
The priests and others did not speak, they were still thinking about the scene just now, the words were deeply engraved in their minds, and the words seemed to still be echoing in their ears.
The matter has been resolved, and the villagers have begun to appease the residents and prepare for post-disaster reconstruction.
A few minutes later, the high priest and others arrived and were shocked to see the scene around the village, but there was no blood smell in the air. Busy villagers could be seen everywhere, making them a little relieved.
The high priest was an old man, older than the priest of Cangxi Ancient Village. Holding a jade staff in his hand, he looked very old, but there was no muddy expression in his eyes.
"...So, the master finally solved the matter?" The high priest seemed a little surprised by the information he heard.
"Yes." The black robe priest thought for a while and added, "It seems that Buddhism is not all as we imagined."
"This is natural." The high priest seemed to have thought of something and sighed, "Like our stockades, although they have the same roots in name, they have very different thoughts."
The Black Robe Sacrifice gave a brief account of what happened.
The process was very simple. The four monks wanted to forcefully transform the holy beasts in the stockade into mountain-protecting spirit beasts. They didn't have much words to do it directly, and the Buddha finally came forward to solve the problem.
What caught the high priest the most was the strength of the Lord Buddha.
Just standing there without moving, and sighing directly abolished the four figures in the air. How strong should this be? Novice Venerable? Intermediate, high-level, or the pinnacle of the venerable?
According to the information they knew, the existence of Venerable Pinnacle was few in the entire Tianlan Continent.
The high priest sighed deeply, with a helpless expression. This kind of great **** came to Southern Xinjiang and didn't know whether it was good or bad. Anyway, it should be good at the moment.
In order to find the Buddha in my heart.
These are the Buddhists who are truly dedicated to the Buddha. Those bald heads who wear high-sounding slogans and do everything for profit are not comparable at all.
"By the way, where is the master now?" the high priest suddenly asked.
"Uh..." The black robe sacrifice was a bit embarrassed, and I didn't know how to answer.
"Planting seedlings in the field." The saint said, she was backlashed when she blocked the Buddha's shadow attack, and could not move violently in a short time, so she stayed here.
There is no so-called classification of ancient houses in southern Xinjiang. Priests and saints are just identities, and there is not much difference between them and the villagers on weekdays.
It also needs to work in the field, and it also needs to work to make money. The folkway is very simple, and it is relatively special only when certain important decisions are made.
The aftermath of the previous Buddha's shadow attack caused a small impact on the terraces. The ridge broke, the clear water rushed down, and the swimming fish bounced in the mud.
Bai is holding his trousers, constantly mending the terraces, occasionally throwing a fish into his mouth secretly, and swallowing his belly without chewing.
The left arm hangs on his side, rarely moves, occasionally looking down, the shoulder is covered by fine white scales, and traces of blood can be seen faintly.
Secretly gritted his teeth, and gained a new understanding of the shamelessness of those bald heads.
At the very beginning, the giant palm seemed to be a temptation, but it was actually mixed with attacks specifically aimed at her. Fortunately, she had a strong physique and was not seriously injured.
After repairing the last damage of the nearby terraces, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked around to eat a fish secretly, and then slowly walked towards the Buddha Lord not far away.
The seedlings fell down a lot, and the Lord Buddha was busy realigning the seedlings.
"Master... monk." Sitting by the side of the canal, his calf was submerged in the cold water, "Why did you make the move?"
"If you want to do it, you will do it." The Lord Buddha replied casually, continued to be busy, and then spoke again after a long silence, "I am very disappointed."
Obviously I've seen enough, still can't help feeling disappointed.
Bai kicked the spray, feeling the sensation of the water running across his skin: "This is no way, monk, not everyone thinks like you."
I remember she seemed to have said this.
"Yes." The Lord Buddha nodded, his eyes fell on the seedlings rooted in the muddy water, "I can't change the world, people's minds are like this."
This is what he thought before, but now he understands a little bit why Junior Brother insists on doing so.
"It can't be changed." Bai nodded, picked a berry from the side and threw it into his mouth. "But when the strength is strong to a certain extent, maybe it can really be done."
Powerful to a certain extent...
The Buddha's movements stopped, and a familiar figure appeared in his mind. It seemed that he could indeed realize this ideal wish forcibly.
But what about after implementation? I am afraid that it will be restored to its original state in a short time, and it is impossible to achieve it completely.
Even if certain things know that the final result is impossible to achieve, there is still a need to do so.
It's one thing to fail to do it, and another to go or not to do it.
The Buddha turned his head and looked at Bai: "You are injured."
"Yeah." White nodded, touched the scales on his shoulders, and frowned his pretty eyebrows, "Shameless, despicable, greedy human!"
Full of resentment.
It feels that those people are mentally ill, doing everything for their own benefit, and being called to the door for nothing, it is really hateful!
Still slogan of being a mountain-protecting spirit beast and cultivating a true fruit as soon as possible, flickering is useless and being hard, acting like a strong person.
The Lord Buddha didn't care about Bai's words, and took out two bottles of Coke from the space ring, and one of them was thrown away by Xiang Bai.
"What's this?" Bai took it and looked curiously, the transparent bottle, the liquid inside was brown, and it looked like some kind of liquid medicine, "Healing?"
"It's a drink." The Lord Buddha opened the bottle cap and drank the small half bottle directly. The cold Coke dispelled the heat, and he was refreshed.
"Drinks?" He muttered in a low voice, learning the Buddha's master to unscrew it, and the flow of gas made him frantic for a while. Fantasy:
The clear blue sky is scattered with broken clouds, the golden sun is high above the sky, and the warm sunlight illuminates the vast land. Trees fall down, and rocks crack, revealing dark brown soil and rocks.The collapsed mountain range blocked the river, and the turbid river water flowed freely, which was full of sand and rocks and broken branches and leaves, and animal carcasses could be seen floating and sinking in it.The second attack of the Buddha Shadow did not have any effect. Although the first attack was blocked by the priests, saints and others in the stockade, the aftermath of the attack still had a great impact on the surrounding environment.Fortunately, the forests in southern Xinjiang have a strong resilience, and it won't be long before they return to the original beautiful mountains and rivers.The Buddha's figure has disappeared.The scales on the surface of Bai's body gradually disappeared, his eyes returned to normal, and her fangs disappeared. She fell to the ground and hugged the girl from the butterfly's back painfully: "Yun, are you okay?"The girl called Yun sighed helplessly: "It's okay, and let me down, I can go by myself."The priests and others did not speak, they were still thinking about the scene just now, the words were deeply engraved in their minds, and the words seemed to still be echoing in their ears.The matter has been resolved, and the villagers have begun to appease the residents and prepare for post-disaster reconstruction.A few minutes later, the high priest and others arrived and were shocked to see the scene around the village, but there was no blood smell in the air. Busy villagers could be seen everywhere, making them a little relieved.The high priest was an old man, older than the priest of Cangxi Ancient Village. Holding a jade staff in his hand, he looked very old, but there was no muddy expression in his eyes."...So, the master finally solved the matter?" The high priest seemed a little surprised by the information he heard."Yes." The black robe priest thought for a while and added, "It seems that Buddhism is not all as we imagined.""This is natural." The high priest seemed to have thought of something and sighed, "Like our stockades, although they have the same roots in name, they have very different thoughts."The Black Robe Sacrifice gave a brief account of what happened.The process was very simple. The four monks wanted to forcefully transform the holy beasts in the stockade into mountain-protecting spirit beasts. They didn't have much words to do it directly, and the Buddha finally came forward to solve the problem.What caught the high priest the most was the strength of the Lord Buddha.Just standing there without moving, and sighing directly abolished the four figures in the air. How strong should this be? Novice Venerable? Intermediate, high-level, or the pinnacle of the venerable?According to the information they knew, the existence of Venerable Pinnacle was few in the entire Tianlan Continent.The high priest sighed deeply, with a helpless expression. This kind of great **** came to Southern Xinjiang and didn't know whether it was good or bad. Anyway, it should be good at the moment.In order to find the Buddha in my heart.These are the Buddhists who are truly dedicated to the Buddha. Those bald heads who wear high-sounding slogans and do everything for profit are not comparable at all."By the way, where is the master now?" the high priest suddenly asked."Uh..." The black robe sacrifice was a bit embarrassed, and I didn't know how to answer."Planting seedlings in the field." The saint said, she was backlashed when she blocked the Buddha's shadow attack, and could not move violently in a short time, so she stayed here.There is no so-called classification of ancient houses in southern Xinjiang. Priests and saints are just identities, and there is not much difference between them and the villagers on weekdays.It also needs to work in the field, and it also needs to work to make money. The folkway is very simple, and it is relatively special only when certain important decisions are made.The aftermath of the previous Buddha's shadow attack caused a small impact on the terraces. The ridge broke, the clear water rushed down, and the swimming fish bounced in the mud.Bai is holding his trousers, constantly mending the terraces, occasionally throwing a fish into his mouth secretly, and swallowing his belly without chewing.The left arm hangs on his side, rarely moves, occasionally looking down, the shoulder is covered by fine white scales, and traces of blood can be seen faintly.Secretly gritted his teeth, and gained a new understanding of the shamelessness of those bald heads.At the very beginning, the giant palm seemed to be a temptation, but it was actually mixed with attacks specifically aimed at her. Fortunately, she had a strong physique and was not seriously injured.After repairing the last damage of the nearby terraces, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked around to eat a fish secretly, and then slowly walked towards the Buddha Lord not far away.The seedlings fell down a lot, and the Lord Buddha was busy realigning the seedlings."Master... monk." Sitting by the side of the canal, his calf was submerged in the cold water, "Why did you make the move?""If you want to do it, you will do it." The Lord Buddha replied casually, continued to be busy, and then spoke again after a long silence, "I am very disappointed."Obviously I've seen enough, still can't help feeling disappointed.Bai kicked the spray, feeling the sensation of the water running across his skin: "This is no way, monk, not everyone thinks like you."I remember she seemed to have said this."Yes." The Lord Buddha nodded, his eyes fell on the seedlings rooted in the muddy water, "I can't change the world, people's minds are like this."This is what he thought before, but now he understands a little bit why Junior Brother insists on doing so."It can't be changed." Bai nodded, picked a berry from the side and threw it into his mouth. "But when the strength is strong to a certain extent, maybe it can really be done."Powerful to a certain extent...The Buddha's movements stopped, and a familiar figure appeared in his mind. It seemed that he could indeed realize this ideal wish forcibly.But what about after implementation? I am afraid that it will be restored to its original state in a short time, and it is impossible to achieve it completely.Even if certain things know that the final result is impossible to achieve, there is still a need to do so.It's one thing to fail to do it, and another to go or not to do it.The Buddha turned his head and looked at Bai: "You are injured.""Yeah." White nodded, touched the scales on his shoulders, and frowned his pretty eyebrows, "Shameless, despicable, greedy human!"Full of resentment.It feels that those people are mentally ill, doing everything for their own benefit, and being called to the door for nothing, it is really hateful!Still slogan of being a mountain-protecting spirit beast and cultivating a true fruit as soon as possible, flickering is useless and being hard, acting like a strong person.The Lord Buddha didn't care about Bai's words, and took out two bottles of Coke from the space ring, and one of them was thrown away by Xiang Bai."What's this?" Bai took it and looked curiously, the transparent bottle, the liquid inside was brown, and it looked like some kind of liquid medicine, "Healing?""It's a drink." The Lord Buddha opened the bottle cap and drank the small half bottle directly. The cold Coke dispelled the heat, and he was refreshed."Drinks?" He muttered in a low voice, learning the Buddha's master to unscrew it, and the flow of gas made him frantic for a while. Fantasy:
