I thought of it, so I tried it. I thought it was feasible. The God really cast a magic mirror. The Buddha’s power cooperated with the success of the first battle for a hundred years. The mirror was turned into a Buddha and turned into a golden body. However, this is only the first step. It takes a long time to close the sacrifice and refine the Buddha before it can restore its peak strength.
Buddha doesn’t know how long it will take, maybe a thousand years, maybe ten million years. When he is waiting, he can’t grasp what he is doing. While he can walk now, he will come to see Su Jing and see Tao Zun, and then he will close his body.
It is also because of the initial formation and instability of the golden body that the Buddha body occasionally has a "thief light" flashing and dying, which is a mirror leakage.
Wu Sad doesn’t know who the visitor is in front of him. When he is Su Jing’s elder crow, he has nothing to say. "Old man Su Jia?"
The Buddha squinted and nodded.
"When my family arrives at Su Jing, they don’t introduce me." Wu Bei feels that Su Jing is impolite.
Su Jingnai: "This is my … my uncle, and this is Wu Xian Gao Zu, the master of Yangti Mountain, Wu Sad."
Su Jing wants to say that the Buddha is his own grandfather, but he is a divine family. You can’t talk nonsense about that the Buddha is sacred side by side. From Su Jing’s point of view, you can’t say that you are uncle Frodo, that is, uncle.
I can see that Su Dabo is also a man of practice, and I wonder how a master can accept Su Jing’s family origins … Su Dabo, don’t blame me for talking too much, but I’m really unhappy if I don’t say something.
How does the Buddha listen to the sufferings of all beings with pure heart? His old man is the most patient crow. He is a little wordy and he doesn’t want to smile. "Mr. Wu, please speak."
"Being an elder doesn’t care about your own practice. The future of the children is also extremely important. You should ask Su Jing more about his homework before practicing in this mountain. After a hundred years, he is still sleeping and dreaming. If you have it, you can give more advice and advice … eh?" Words half crow narrowed his eyes "Su Dabo" a mirror light leaked out and flashed the crow’s eyes.
Crow’s heart is full of energy, so it’s no wonder that Su Jing’s practice is lax. His family’s practice is not successful. This Su Dabo’s practice is not so good either.
Although Su Dabo’s smile is kind and inexplicable, Wu Sad is a straight crow. If you have something to say, "Su Dabo, it seems inappropriate to practice … If you have any questions or don’t understand the topic, I can help you."
Before the voice fell, someone said, "Is there someone at Su Jing’s house?"
The clouds are driving, and people are landing. The little female crown is patrolling the mountain in Dingyang Road. It’s not working. When the fairy heard Wu Bei’s speech before landing, she smiled and greeted "Su Dabo". "Mr. Su may not know that Wu Bei’s sorrow has a real fairy teacher’s guidance and knowledge. If he can give advice in a few words, it is far better than a hundred years of closed-door penance."
To have them help, the words are polite, but the tone is strong, which secretly indicates that Uncle Su must not miss the opportunity. It’s hard to find great happiness when you are too sad or the crow sage gives you advice!
Su Jingxiao said nothing.
Crow, when no one praises himself, he should be modest when someone praises himself. "The main reason is that my two immortals have taught me well and I am still careless, but Su Dabo can rest assured that if I don’t come to your family’s martial arts, I can ask my immortals to point out that the two old people are the most helpful."
The Buddha smiled at Su Jing. "Why don’t you … bother Mr. Yiwu?"
Su Jing said in his heart, "Don’t make trouble quickly." His mouth said, "My eldest brother is busy practicing, and two Wu Xianshi are even taller in our house. Don’t disturb the family’s quiet. Come on, let uncle, we must be happy not to hear you coming home."
With that, she waved her hand and helped the Buddha Mountain.
Looking at the back of an old man and a hill, I can’t count the number of sighs and shakes my head. It’s self-evident that Confucianism can’t be taught
A sigh, shaking his head, another sigh, this sigh is Su Dabo’s weak foundation. Even if he goes back and closes, it will be difficult to achieve anything.
The little crown also smiled bitterly at Wu’s grief and said, "Su Jing, this man is good at everything, but he is sloppy when he touches the practice. There is no way to do things. After all, no matter how anxious you and I are, it will not help."
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Su Jingling took his uncle home and didn’t listen to the surprise.
Generally speaking, the Buddha can get out of trouble without the help of Su Jing and his gang. It is human nature for him to visit Su Jing, but no matter what the reason is, it is always a great event for the Buddha to come to the door
It won’t be far away if you don’t listen and have a little thought of yourself.
The middle-earth people say that it is even more no problem to send the Empress, that is, the Great Bodhisattva of the South China Sea can still send the Buddha. If the Empress falls, I don’t know this little thing, the Buddha can do it.
It’s not bad for the little witch to wake up and prepare to make a table of exquisite vegetarian food to entertain the guests without listening to the craftsmanship, but it’s also a little better than Su Ji’s small club, but it’s far worse than the short chef of Sanzhai in Beijing. The guests are too distinguished to listen for fear of neglect. Let Su Jing invite the master to cook quickly.
Seriously speaking, it is the Three Corpses Su Jing who really brought the mirror out of the "leakage". Of course, we should ask the three of them to send out the three great masters to kill themselves.
Then there was a lively gathering of three dwarfs who had never seen the Buddha without restraint. How could the Buddha care about them and talk casually? His old man’s house would take the initiative to plug in when he met a topic of interest. The atmosphere was so good.
Chapter one thousand two hundred and sixty Don’t worry about it
However, when the little witch vaguely remembered the "seeing off the empress", the Buddha ignored it and said that it was a little depressed.