Whitewater is also stormy in the heart behind this big-headed mage. "Who is this old guy?" How did he do it? Shit, why don’t I remember that there is such a monk in Datang Shuanglong? This level will unify the day casually! " I just can’t think of a big jump in Datang. Is this guy probably another sweeping monk? With white waves, Dadian walked all the way to the Buddhist temple against the lights, and met monks who turned a blind eye to them and turned a deaf ear to them, so they passed by.
White Wave clearly knows that there is nothing wrong with these monks, but even if he can’t see or hear them, White Wave tries to catch them, but he always slips his hand when he is about to touch them-even if he meets the other side, the monks continue to do their own things normally, as if they were "hit". Things are different around them, as usual.
"Don’t try, when you touch them, don’t." He said simply without stopping the white wave. "This kind of thing is by no means something that people in this world can have!" Whitewater just thought of this big jump and then said, "When I saw the benefactor, I thought of that guy who had made great friends in the past. It seems that the benefactor is so binary."
Jumping around, I looked at Bai Lang’s mouth with a smile. "How much did Zhou Shubi teach you?"
Whitewater really doesn’t know which Zhou Shubi is, but this needs to be figured out in a blink of an eye. It turns out that the baboon monster has a name called Zhou Shubi. Whitewater immediately remembered that the monster master talked to him when he first came. "This is definitely because the thief said that his old enemy and old acquaintance wanted me to remember to ask him for benefits before he ran away! Mom, this is the same level as the thief! Do you want benefits? What are the benefits of sending me to reincarnation? "
White waves really dare not ask for benefits. This is the big boss who baboons say they can get benefits, but the baboons know what benefits it will have if they really talk. White waves move on with the big bumps, and while walking with the big bumps, they are very respectful to the Buddha statue, but White waves always feel that there is a great and deep malicious ridicule in it.
"Zhou Shubi will surely tell you to benefit after seeing the old woman. Since it is an old friend, it is really good for you." After crossing the three Buddhist temples with whitewater, he said, "Today, I am really happy to see the old woman in the monk’s monastery jungle here in the shape of a monk." He laughed and said, "This Sakyamuni Buddhism is ultimately its own heresy."
"All sentient beings are suffering and can’t be freed." Da Diankou said, "This world is also a place where I don’t have a deep magic method." When Da Diankou said this, he had come to the door of the bronze temple with whitewater, met the four holy monks all the way, and held the bronze bell, but they also turned a blind eye to whitewater. It’s no wonder that whitewater is the power of the big bosses and where these ordinary people can know it.
Although I still don’t know what the boss is, it’s definitely not human. There is still a monk’s skin. Maybe it’s because the boss is-"Monty Bai buddha magic is integrated with two sides. This one is mostly a monty." Whitewater guessed that although he missed, it’s not far away. It’s because he turned into a monty and was deeply connected with the baboon that he achieved his own fruit.
In the middle table of the bronze temple, there was gold inlaid with a corner of the imperial decree, which didn’t move, while Whitewater went to look at it carefully and held out his hand to play with it carefully. It was really strange that Whitewater could detect that it seemed to breathe vitality-one rose and one shrank, but the vitality was isolated by the bronze temple.
Whitewater’s own true qi has also been slightly motivated. "This is your innate true qi, and this world is different. I’m afraid any other person will lose control-it won’t die, but it’s also a trouble." The big jump said quietly, "I’ll give you a benefit and land this jade." Then he didn’t move, and Whitewater’s own bust flew directly to show Whitewater’s strong body.
Whitewater can’t move, but it can be a meditation posture. He can see the big jump slowly walking with the country’s imperial seal and choi. The monk’s palm is suspended and emits a strange light from the outside, but Whitewater doesn’t feel the vitality of the world. It seems that the big jump palm is still in a sphere with a diameter of three feet.
Choi, and the brightness has been difficult to look straight in the eye, and it seems that the palm of your hand is still spreading. It seems that this Choi, and it is "broken", and the white neck can’t move behind the white waves. He can’t see what the boss is going to do. "Anyway, I can’t stop the boss from doing whatever he wants." White waves can comfort himself so much that his back feels like a fire.
White sea penance thirteen Pacific Insurance practice the golden bell jar and the south bucket white tiger boxing. This body has already been polished as steel and iron by the magic of the outer door. It claims to be invulnerable, but at this moment, white sea perceives that his flesh has been torn-it seems to be the palm of the boss’s hand or his fingers.
Chapter three hundred and fifteen Tattoos
Whitewater felt a stabbing pain in his back, which was not only like a fire. He wondered if his spine had been pulled out, but sensed from the wind that the boss behind him was always feeling that his back was being messed up. "Is this a tattoo or something? You’re not gonna stab Hello Cady or Piggy Peggy, are you? If these two things are true, I think they are also ashamed. "It’s not only that these two are ashamed to see people, but if they carve small yellow chickens, I’m afraid they are ashamed as well as whitewater."
However, it’s not so easy to talk about it. However, after a cup of tea, the stabbing pain in Bai Lang’s back has disappeared, and Bai Lang turned to Bai Lang with half of the gloss. When he saw the boss’s unfathomable face and smiled, he almost shouted it out with a palm print on his chest-the chest was painful and itchy, and he kept drilling inside to make his bones itch.
And it’s still a way to control the strange itch. If it weren’t for Whitewater, I’m afraid he would have crushed his bones with one claw. But now he can endure Whitewater, but he can’t even grind his teeth. Who let him be out of control? That is to say, the big bump should be returned to his face without Whitewater incontinence. The monk clapped his hands in front of Whitewater, then put his fingers together and drew the front of Whitewater for a while. The last clap of hands "Done! This is also an account of the old friend. "
This upset monk also laughed, "If you commit a crime like that of your master in the future, I’m afraid you’ll have to help me. Ha ha ha ha ha". The middle-aged monk turned into a young "inflatable" monk. Even a hero like Bai Lang must admire "What a good monk!"
The monk’s muscles and lines are brighter than white waves-less white waves don’t want to fight this monk at all. "Mom’s big fist and this shiny body will definitely not fight anyone who wants to fight anyway." This monk’s body reveals that quarrelling is by no means what white waves can do. He also sees his own cheap monster master with similar strength.
Actually, this good monk is really proficient in Wushu, but all kinds of blind dog-eye fighting skills and strangulation skills tend to be harder than whitewater fighting skills. It’s too tough for him to fight with white tiger boxing skills-he’s dead if he twists it into a triangle whitewater … But if he really shouts at this big jump, he can roar to death dozens of whitewater "all his efforts seem to be really close to that guy’s eyes and become his brother."
Shake your hands and put them together. "Good, good, and small. Why don’t the poor monk read you a passage of the past life first?" Whitewater listened to his eyebrows, not his eyes, not his mouth, and found himself moving. "How do you say this, big brother?" White asked.
"Since being a baboon apprentice is bound to be implicated by that guy … do you know how many enemies your master has?" Sitting on a futon with a big bump and a smile, a good monk reflected the candlelight and presented a bright bronze white wave, touching his chest and eyes, and his chest and back were glowing for a while, and he couldn’t see what the boss had done to him.
It makes sense to talk about the big jump, and so does his cheap master. This guy is likely to be enemies all over the world. "Are you enemies all over the world?" Wrong, wrong, wrong, hahaha, his enemies are only one and a half-heaven is half, and the western big screamo temple is one. Yes, he has a holiday with the West. "The big jump is also an expression. It seems that Zhou Shubi’s divination is also very interesting
"Your master learned that he had been squatting in a bitter kiln for two thousand years, but he spent most of his life squatting in the bitter kiln." He said that when he squatted in the bitter kiln, he lowered his eyes and recited a Buddha’s name. "It was the Buddha Sakyamuni who did good deeds with the Bodhisattva Zhou Shubi, and of course he finally melted his wife-this made the baboon angry, so he has been looking for Tathagata trouble since he got out of trouble …"
Big jump smiled "words here also don’t know which arhat Buddhism will find you? What kind of heavenly soldiers will be dispatched from Heaven? But I don’t think you’re guilty of dogma, and there may not be a fairy Buddha coming to get it-can you say that if you fail to achieve your magic in the future, it’s better not to hang around in front of the gods and buddhas … "Say this monk is also up." I can’t stay. I think this troublesome guy is coming, and I’m going to talk about my magic method. "
But in the blink of an eye, this good monk faded away and Whitewater finally saw what he was-"How come the more I look at this thing, the more strange it is?" He saw the ferocious beast’s claws on his chest and back, and the color was by no means ink thorns, but the reflected light in the colorful Bailangli copper temple looked at his back. "Are these two canines? It’s quite ferocious, but one ear is vertical and the other ear is vertical and the head is rectangular … Well, it’s a wolf and a mastiff. "
Not only these two canines, Whitewater, saw a long-tailed pheasant feather that spread its wings and covered his shoulders. It was really gorgeous and actually stung with a metallic luster. This craft was simply shapeless, and then Whitewater was tattooed on the front half. A magnificent rooster flew, a raven was crimson, and it seemed that a monkey had burning hair, and a mysterious black ape was suddenly and violently attacked.
"Do the seven animals want to get old at the zoo?" Whitewater turned a body and found that his mother, the boss, not only stabbed these things, but it seemed that the seven animals vaguely seemed to have something else, but I couldn’t see that these seven animals made Whitewater a little uncertain, and the boss couldn’t do work, especially the monk, the monty boss, and Whitewater suddenly remembered that these seven animals were just white tigers and seven nights in the West.
It seems that this big-jumping mage also saw through the white wave’s practice of martial arts at a glance and knew that he came from the tiger-shaped practice of boxing and now he has become a white tiger Shaqi.
What are the benefits of this tattoo? Listening to the boss means that there is, but I can’t see that Whitewater doesn’t feel that his true qi has increased or his operation is stronger. It is estimated that he will go to his own world, but another advantage is that Whitewater’s original good skin is finally in line with the aesthetic feeling of this era-that is, a good skin is like a tattoo even if it is matched with brocade.
What’s more, it’s still a colorful tattoo, so fine and ferocious, it’s simply excellent.
Chapter three hundred and sixteen Buddha
It doesn’t matter who the boss is, cheat people-that’s the case with white eyes. He just wriggled around and carefully appreciated his tattoo and felt that he had become a hero-don’t say that only criminals get tattoos now, and soon someone will stab his own body with poems, for example, and then a guy will stab his own body with Bai Letian’s poems.
However, it is really not until three or four hundred years later that the tattoo will be eye-catching. Although it will not be different from others, it will be considered a special person. In this way, the white tiger and seven nights tattoo in the West is simply beautiful. After he boasted for a long time, he suddenly screamed "Ma Guo Yu Mu got it! And I’m still in the bronze temple! Mom, this is not a thief! It’s hard to say that this thing has become a tattoo! Still hurry! "
Whitewater pulled up his clothes and was about to leave. When he grabbed the door, he lamented "It’s late!" At present, there are four holy monks in a row, and then there is a bronze bell with a fast cloud monk soldier, bring up the rear Whitewater, who feels that although there is no, he still has to distinguish one from another, otherwise he will really feel a little wronged. "I am …" After saying three words, Whitewater thought of this thing, but it just melted his back tattoo. So I also said I couldn’t go, but I sighed and prepared to fight.
At this time, Whitewater and his cheap master overlapped in a sense …
When the baboon first entered the palace and squatted in the bitter kiln, the situation was similar
"Amitabha benefactor will be so! If choi, and hand over … Just a monk don’t dozen kuangyu benefactor, even if you hand it over, you can’t walk today. "The four holy monks are also slightly sorry to say that whitewater is a smile." Since you take advantage, you will bear the consequences. "He thought very thoroughly and launched an attack on his own initiative.
White waves are going away from this situation. After running away, the monks can’t say that white waves stole the national seal-otherwise they can’t explain it themselves and secretly pursue white waves. They are not afraid that it is very likely that monks will forge a national seal after a while. It is hard to say, after all, this thing is politically meaningful and there are not many people who have seen it. Everyone says that this is true, so fake and genuine.
"In the final analysis, what these thieves need is just that the national decree represents political significance." Whitewater knows that it will be all right if he wants to fight, but now whether it is the four holy monks or it is a must, he will also exert his martial arts to keep Whitewater. It is simply a calf nose pants with a pair of boots to show off the brocade-like western white tiger for seven nights. That is high.
So this also said that he really didn’t hide the imperial seal, but when Whitewater’s figure came to me, the fierce and evil potential was even stronger than in the past. Whitewater took the initiative to blow the monk face to face-no matter who he was, it must have been a fierce fight tonight. The fire shone on Whitewater’s tattoo as if it were alive, and there were faint birds singing and roaring Whitewater’s actions as if there were several beasts and birds flapping around.
The four holy monks are now fighting back against the whitewater attack. The white tiger fist in Nandou is sharp and fierce. Even if the green flag on the ground is torn into pieces and makes a sharp roar, it is still firmly picked up by the four monks, but then they will retreat-whitewater is too fierce and sharp. If you don’t step back, the monks don’t have the kung fu to stop it.
If it is good, Taoist yin and yang can probably stop it one after another?
Whitewater onslaught, anyway, the innate qi is constantly flowing, especially his way is the magic of the outside world, and the qi feeds back into the flesh, which makes whitewater’s strength endless. This guy has been fighting hand-to-hand with those four old monks more and more-Whitewater martial arts is to walk this way, close-fitting and close-fighting, fighting, fighting for injuries, and changing injuries to death. Isn’t it just such a stupid kung fu to be beaten and shocked?