The ripples on the wall of Fanjingguang, where the white jade boat in the golden building blocked the miasma mist, slowly disappeared.

Qingtan Buddha, who had just stood up straight, was startled.

A doubt crossed my mind:

Obviously, the golden building and the white jade boat can block the miasma fog, but the monsters headed by Bi A may not be able to break through it.

...then why didn't they do it? Why stay silently outside the Brahma Pure Light Wall?

"Not good!" Qingtan Buddha's eyes swept across the bloody, chaotic city gates of the eight-cold hell, suddenly awakened, and blurted out, "Master! They are waiting!"

Bi A's four-faced features include "sadness", "hatred" and "anger", which can magnify the fear, despair, hatred and anger in people's hearts. Under the oppression of the miasma and the corpses, the refugees who have traveled thousands of miles to escape here are already on the verge of their limits, and they don't even need to do much, just amplify the despair and anger in one or two people's hearts at will, and it is enough to turn the chaos crowd lit together.

The so-called "people are like ghosts", nothing more than this.

If the Fozong Shanhaige did not abandon these refugees, the desert servant demons could launch an attack when they were exhausted and exhausted.

If they abandon the refugees, once tens of thousands of refugees are killed by demons, then there will be tens of thousands of living corpses immediately outside the north gate of Meicheng!

"Uncle Purdue."

Qing Tan hurriedly turned around.

The monk Budu bent his right knee, leaned against the carved horn on the right side of the main ridge of the Xieshan Mountain in the painting building, fell halfway, opened his shirt, reclined on the roof, was drunk, and dripped on his naked/naked chest. Soups and spirits. The grey monk's sleeve swept over a plate of broth with three or two leftover bones floating, and grabbed a cold chicken leg.

He didn't seem to hear the wailing from below, he drank and ate meat on his own, and didn't disturb his dashing posture when the sky fell.

"greed... greedy for things, greed for views, greed for greed, greed for saving money, greed for cover...[1]"

The bones of chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep were scattered all over the place, a glass top was lost, and the wine jars were broken everywhere. If Zuo Yuesheng saw Monk Budu trampling on his beloved treasure ship so badly, he would definitely jump up and play with him.

"Uncle Purdue, Uncle Purdue! Wake up, stop drinking! Think of a way!" Qingtan Buddha called him anxiously while controlling the Jinlou Baiyuzhou, "Stop drinking!!!"

""Greed for evil deeds... greedy for children's interest... greedy for relatives and friends...

Monk Budu turned a deaf ear to his anxious shouting, burped, and the wine he had just poured came out of his nose and mouth.

Then bite the chicken thigh, pull it, and pooh it.

puff.

A chicken bone spit out at the feet of Qingtan Buddha, and almost spit out the admiration that the chicken thigh bone just threw away.

"Uncle Purdue!"

Qing Tan Buddha scrambled to grab the wine jar in the hands of the monk Budu.

When is this all? !

Also drink! !

"belch……"

The monk Budu threw the wine jar up to the sky, and he got drunk, like a loach, got out from under the arm of Qingtan Buddha, stood crookedly on the top of the golden pavilion, and caught the falling wine. The altar, hula tore the stopper at the mouth of the altar and tilted his neck.

wow.

The three-pound shochu wine fell like a waterfall, and not a drop was left, all of which fell into the open mouth of the monk Budu.

The Buddha in Qingtan was so angry that he saw that the monk Budu was crazy and turned a deaf ear, and the Buddhist sect at the head of Meicheng City had to kill the corpse while chanting scriptures, and the situation was about to be completely lost. As soon as he gritted his teeth and flipped his hand, the hanging imprint of the white jade boat in the golden building appeared in the palm of his hand, and a certain mechanism was about to be activated.

Just as he stretched out his hand, his shoulder was pressed by a hand.

The strength is so great that Tan Buddha almost screamed out.

"What's the hurry? The monks don't have the concentration at all?"

The monk Budu finally opened his eyes. asked lazily.

"But……"

What else did Qingtan Buddha want to say.

The monk Budu threw the empty wine jar at will, and wiped the oil in his hand onto the monk's robe of his cheap nephew. Then he passed him and walked forward on the blue-gold glazed tiles.

In the miasma fog, Bi A's snake tail slapped the ground lightly, and the "hatred" in all faces stared at him coldly.

The monk Budu twisted the beads.

His eyes seemed to see through the void, seeing farther and farther places - looking at life, looking at the past, looking at the present, looking at the future, looking at mortals, looking at demons, looking at the Quartet. The pure soul born in the holy lotus pond of the Buddhist sect has eyes that open up and can see all directions. It is a good seedling born to cultivate and be born, and also a born Buddhist saint.

No father or mother, the six faculties are pure.

"...But in this world, how can there be a truly pure person?" Zen Master Wuchen touched his apprentice's head and sighed, "You were born without father, mother and care, and have nothing to do with Hongchen since the beginning, so what? If you can understand what the red dust is? What is the world? If you don’t even know what the red dust is, how can the world help people?”

Go for it.

The master sent him down the mountain for the first time.

Let's see what red dust is.

He went down the mountain.

In the past, the audience knew the past and the future, but they couldn't see the present before they reached the final stage.

He also finally understood why Master said that although he could watch life before, he didn't understand sentient beings. When a person's eyes can see the past and illuminate the future, he can't always see the present. For this reason, when he first came down the mountain, he suffered a lot, either because of a person's past mistakes, and arbitrarily denying his present, or because of a person's future phantom, wrongly thinking that he is a good person today. So many absurd jokes were made, and in the end, it was impossible to judge, who should cross, who should not think about, and almost lost control of Bodhi Mingjingzi.