"You, the scum of the Buddhist sect who helped the group of madmen who sacrificed their lives to the heavens, even have the face to scold Lao Tzu for being cruel and unkind, and Lao Tzu has to help you repair your skin thicker.
Ye Feng's backhand was another slap, "Playing the trick of pointing at the deer as a horse and reversing black and white in front of Lao Tzu, your level of other horses is too amateurish."
But let me tell you the truth: in addition to not liking poisonous creatures, the cruelty and cruelty of human life are even worse than your master's ascension to the Heavenly Pavilion, I didn't lie to you, and I will prove it to you below."
"Ahh What happened Ye Feng was like pulling a radish from a vegetable field just now, pinching Gashlo's neck and pulling out a venerable king's head alive from his chest hiss Ye Feng inhaled the thick smell of blood like some smokers in his previous life, shook his head and shook his neck, habitually licked his lips, a circle of blood-purple pupils appeared in his eyes, and he stared at the people on the street fiercely and roared: "The iron law of my holy sect: whoever wants to destroy the world, kill them all." pounced on the power of the supreme fierce tyrant, and shook down a large number of Liangcheng citizens on the spot "Contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, walking in the deep prajnaparamita, when he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and all the sufferings and relics are the emptiness of all dharmas.
It is not born or destroyed, and there is no dirt or purity, and there is no obstacle in the heart.
There is no hindrance, there is no terror, away from upside-down dreams, nirvana" The drum-like Buddha sound of the Hong Zhong Dharma kept vibrating in Ye Feng's mind, Ye Feng's eyes gradually returned to clarity, and the blood-purple pupils in his eyes completely disappeared.
"Amitabha, Lord Ye, you are in love" The Master of Sorrow appeared in front of Ye Feng again, clasped his hands together and said, "The donor is too intensive, and the mana under the will hits the brain, disturbing the mind and producing many illusions.
Fortunately, the donor is very persistent and has no demons in his heart, otherwise it will not only cause the lives of Liangcheng to be ruined just now, but also there is a great danger to the donor.
Remember, before the spirit is broken, there must be no further improvement."
After Ye Feng suffered this catastrophe, he sensed a trace of spiritual improvement, and was about to consider whether to ask the old monk for help, and he re-entered the phase a few times, and the old monk recited the Guanzi Sutra a few more times, but after hearing the words of the sad master, he immediately gave up.
Even if they have the heart to fight for their lives, others may not dare to murder the Holy Sect Master, not to mention that this Holy Sect Master is still the Buddha they consider to be.
"Ye Feng" A voice suddenly shouted, "Ye Feng, I recognize you" One palm repeated the miracle that everyone was extremely unbelieving just now, grabbed Ye Feng's neck, and picked him up like a chicken, so fast that the leveling madman who had a lot of hands in his back didn't have time to react at all.
"This is really good and good, evil is evil, it's not that you don't report it, the time has not come, this mad demon has just majesticly pinched other people's necks as a chicken machine, and in a blink of an eye, it will be his turn to become a chicken machine, alas" After Ye Feng sighed in his heart, he was ready to change the map and replay his life, so he had to accept his fate: why are we so bad that we bump into an idiot, which is an extremely rare violent type This idiot, with the instinct in his heart, tracked Ye Feng's breath all the way, and chased him all the way to the old man in Liangcheng.
Obviously, the ability of the human emperor's spiritual sense is really not something that the world can imagine, and no matter how much Ye Feng changes, he can always catch a trace of him.
"You are Ye Feng, but who is Ye Feng telling me" The old man who rolled his eyes and snorted shook Ye Feng's neck and roared vigorously, "I know you Ye Feng, but who is Ye Feng, who is who?"
"Ye Feng is a leveling madman from the earth, a native native of the original ecology, and a slave of the Prime Minister's Mansion Should my attributes be subordinate to the body's bloodline, or to the soul mind, but my mind has more than ten years of slave life, and I am not exactly a leveling madman on the earth."
The paste in Ye Feng's mind gathered more and more, and when it was uncomfortable, he roared with all his will: "I am Ye Feng, Ye Feng is me, I am me, I am Ye Feng, I am the unique existence of the heavens and all worlds." thunderclap A thunderbolt exploded in Ye Feng's mind, and a lot of paste was instantly swept into smoke by the thunderbolt, spewing out from Ye Feng's nostrils, and everyone who ate melons was surprised.
Ye Feng felt that his head was unprecedentedly clear, it turned out that the answer to who I am was was really that simple, it turned out that those so-called sages, philosophers, and saints who complicated and philosophized this kind of child-like problem were really a group of pretending to be coerced with hair in their navel eyes The state of mind of perfection is to recognize oneself, cling to oneself, and have an unshakable belief that I am me and that I am a unique being, which is the simplest and most easily lost truth of life.
"Woo woo" The old idiot, who had just been startled by Ye Feng's nose suddenly smoking, let go of Ye Feng's neck and suddenly hugged his head and cried: "You already know who you are, but who am I, why can't I remember it at all."
Do you know that this kind of feeling that people are still alive but have forgotten everything, very lonely, very lonely, very hesitant, very helpless, very frightened, very painful, it is simply life is worse than death But I can't die, I can't die without knowing who I am Woo woo, please, please, please tell me who I am, who I am, who I am."
Turbid old tears, like pouring water, poured Ye Feng's head and face, but the strange thing is that as soon as these tears fell on Ye Feng's head and face, they disappeared quietly as if they had fallen into a different space.
Bang bang bang bang Ye Feng stared at the strange picture in his mind with a confused face, on the crown of the Bodhi tree in the strange picture, the small flower buds that were originally just the size of rice grains actually developed into buds that were ready to bloom, as long as he found another place to sleep, after three hundred and twenty-seven times and then stood up, he would be able to rush the spiritual realm to the top of the thirty-nine.
It turns out that the water of forgetfulness is a creature that has forgotten everything, the saddest tears of the soul.
The conditions for deriving the water of forgetfulness can be described as quite harsh, although Dao Wuming seems to be an idiot, it is only because his brain is blocked, but his emotions are quite normal.
A true idiot who forgets everything can't shed tears of sorrow, and Ye Feng is even more fortunate that the producer of this forgetfulness water has reached the peak of the profit value of this heaven and earth, so the quality of the forgetfulness water produced by it is enough to completely give birth to eighty-one Bodhi flowers
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