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Depressed with a look.

Purple Hall is still silent.

Burning heart and twin Buddhas, these two names that have disappeared in Zitangsu for a long time have reappeared, and they have also touched the memory of Zitang.

How many years ago, until he saw the people in the door, he remembered that he used to be a member of the Thousand Buddhas.

The memory gradually loosened and gradually drifted away.

"Do you have feared people?"

In front of an old man with a sly face, a little boy with a powdered jade.

The boy is like a snow, a pair of purple eyes that rise slightly, the whole person, revealing the scent.

When the old man asked questions, the little boy was squatting and recited the Buddhist scriptures.

The little boy recited very fast, one eye and ten lines, one Buddhist scripture, but it was finished in a quarter of an hour.

Hearing the temperature of the old man, the little boy raised his head.

"No, Grandpa Buddha."

But after hearing it, the door slammed open and an elder was coming in.

The elder is much younger than the old man, and he is in middle age. He has a black hair and no extra expression on his face.

"Card, can you have someone who has a heart?"

The little boy thought for a moment and looked at the two elders in front of him and shook his head again.

"Nothing."

"Very good, prove that you are innocent. I hope my Buddha will bless you, and this life is fearless."

The old man and the elders listened, and they all nodded with satisfaction.

The Buddha of the Thousand Buddhas and Buddhism should have a mirror, not a dusty one.

The glitz and the blink of an eye, between the fingers, the little boy has grown up, in order to comprehend the real Buddhist Famen, he has gone through seven seventy-four.

In every disaster, he will be reborn once.

Every time the catastrophe is completed, the two Buddhas will ask him the same question.

His answer is the same every time.

Only the answer became shorter and shorter. By the 48th time, it had changed from discourse to simple and could not simply shake his head.

The Buddha's heart gradually stabilized until it became a rock, the Buddha's heart was great, and the Buddha's side was Buddha.

Forty-ninth times, he lost his soul and returned to the Thousand Buddhas.

His silver hair is still like snow, the color is unparalleled in the world, but the purple scorpion, but a little more silky.

"Card, can you have fear?"

Purple Hall is still shaking his head.

There are thousands of worlds, flamboyant clouds, and his purple church, no one can fear.

"Then you have someone who has a heart to mind?"

This time, Zitang Su did not answer immediately.

He slowly closed his eyes, but in front of him, it was a little girl who had flashed a clever smile.

It is her, talking to herself under her own tree every day.

It is also her, defending him with a weak body on a thunderstorm night.

It was the most stupid girl in the population of Buddhism, and was troubled by the troubles of the world.

But this is so personal, he cares.

For a long time, Zitang nodded.

In front of him, between the two Buddhas, they looked stiff.

Seventy-seven forty-nine robbery, I thought that the Buddha can become a Buddha, and the Thousand Buddhas will usher in a rare event of the 100,000-year-old ancestor of the Three Buddhas. But this time, the Buddha moved the Buddha's heart.

In order to revolve around the fingers, everything in the petrochemical industry has lost all.

Zitang Su said that he was guilty of sin and proposed to leave the thousand Buddhas.

The two Buddhas wanted to stay, but they were rejected by Zitang.

"The disciple moved the Buddha's heart and was no longer worthy of being a Buddha. He also asked the two founders to marry others."

In addition to the Buddha's clothes, the purple hall saves the forehead Buddha seal and goes all out.

"You can cultivate the Buddha's heart, the tempting things, the tempting people, only a hundred years, will definitely turn into dust."

The two Buddhas glanced at each other, and from the eyes of each other, they saw the color of anger.

Zitang has alive the Buddha's heart. The two Buddhas are the most angry, not the purple hall, but the mortal who tempted the purple hall and let him move the heart.

If you let them find the person, you must remove it and then quickly.

The two Buddhas knew about Zitang Su, and Zitang Su didn't know the two Buddhas. He resigned, and also avoided the two ancestors who found the person hidden in his heart.

The man is now flying through the umbrella, even if it is once again condensed the soul is also fragile.

He went to give it away, and he never stepped into the Thousand Buddhas.

In the past, the purple hall has long been abandoned.

But that bottle of Yangzhi nectar, but like a return to the light, so that Zitang Su recalled too much.

In the face of embarrassing questions, Zitang Su did not explain much.

"You can leave."

Take a look, then look at the purple hall.

"You can't save them for a little month? You are her master!"

"If I appear, her catastrophe."

Zitangsu looked deeply at the battlefield.

On the battlefield of the sky, the dark clouds come from the east, and there will be great disasters.

He appeared in the Taixu tomb, and has already alerted some of the Buddhas.

For example, today's battlefield has become the target of public criticism because of the closure of the heavenly order.

If he is shot, he will certainly lead to the questioning of the eight parties, and the permission to save Ye Lingyue in the penalty system, but on the other hand, will certainly attract the attention of the two masters.

Ye Lingyue's identity will also be revealed, and by that time, she will rest.

Therefore, even in the vicinity of the battlefield of the heavens and the battlefield, the dismissal of the ban is only between the hands, but the purple hall is still abandoned.

That old road, although it is a god, can be a door to the shackles, but it is the ancient and modern, the gods and the skills, must be able to open the day penalty.

"What the **** is this, you, this person, always feels amazed."

I can't figure it out.

"That's a light, you are not saying that his soul is in the hands of the old road?"

I asked.

"The catastrophe of the other, their blessing."

Zitang Su said, his body shape disappeared, and his life disappeared from the front.

Since then, the blessings of the night family have been everywhere.

Heaven is so, others can't interfere.

"Hey, can you say this short! What is called catastrophe, what is called Fuyuan."

was not very light by the purple hall.

Seeing that Zitang Su is not willing to reappear, he can only smash his feet and go in the direction of the battlefield.

However, it was said that the emperor and the ruthless temper were waiting for a few days near the Gobi, and had not waited for the so-called power of the door.

The feelings are a little impatient.

"What is the power of the door is simply not reliable. It seems that I still have to think about it again and see if I can save them."

Thin feelings talk to himself.

Just then, there was a cold wind behind him.

"Where is the boy who is not long-eyed, dare to say bad things about our door behind the door."

With a thin back, he ate a sword.

"If you are a long-term person, please be merciful."

At this moment, a fire dragon broke out, and the fire dragon was facing behind the thin feelings. A mahogany sword was ignited by the flame and turned into coke.