"I am the World Honored One."

A sigh came from far away.

I saw an old monk wearing a blood-colored cassock and a white bone-like Zen staff on his hand, and a faithful soul wailed in it.

Every time the old monk took a step, a lotus with flesh and blood was born, which could be said to be a lotus growing step by step.

However, this scene was extremely terrifying in Wang Hao's eyes. Wang Hao ran away without waiting for Du Juan to speak.

"What is the donor going to run for? It's better to take refuge and enter the Pure Land together. Isn't it beautiful?"

"Dujuan, what the hell is this?" Wang Hao, who was running all the way, couldn't help asking. This situation was really scary.

"How do I know, how could this Master Dashizhi Mashu appear here? He is not going to Tianyuan with the Bagua Demon to check his situation." Du Juan also replied in a frightened manner.

"This old monk is the World Honored One of the Great Strange Stories of the Great Strange Stories? Is the great Buddhist master who passed away?" Wang Hao directly grasped the point in Du Juan's words.

"That's right, run faster, you're going to be caught up." Du Juan answered, and then hurriedly reminded Wang Hao.

Wang Hao also wants to run faster, but this is his limit.

But in the next blink of an eye, Wang Hao, who was running all the way, directly hit a soft wall of flesh.

This collision directly bounced back Wang Hao and flew back several meters away.

When I looked up, I saw that there was no flesh wall, it was clearly a flesh-and-blood Tathagata.

I saw the flesh and blood Tathagata lowering his head, lowering his eyes, smiling at the corner of his mouth, holding an unknown Buddha seal in his right hand, but his left hand was covered with flesh and blood-free white bones.

Seeing this, Wang Hao subconsciously wanted to escape, but he could not see countless tentacles and flesh squirming in the next moment, creating a main hall made of flesh and blood.

"Since you are destined to be together, why should you leave so quickly?" As soon as Mahasthamaprapta spoke, the boundless twist was printed in the Great Hall, which seemed particularly disgusting.

"The Buddha received the kindness, but this junior is inconvenient to stay in the Buddha's Dharma Realm for a long time. It would be better to let him go." Du Juan's words came from behind Wang Hao.

This shocked Wang Hao. What does this Du Juan mean? Let him leave?

"It's okay, it's okay, if you and I discuss Zen, what this junior can learn is his opportunity." The Buddha said inconsistently.

Wang Hao really wants to say that he doesn't want this opportunity anymore, and this opportunity really can't stand it.

Du Juan didn't go into any further at this moment. The Great Stage and the World Master of Mara said that when he could learn, he would definitely not let him go and stay with him.

"You and I, on He Chan." Wang Hao only felt that his neck was bitten by a mosquito, and Du Juan's frivolous voice gradually became gentle and elegant.

Wang Hao turned around and looked at him, he was a handsome middle-aged man.

This person is Du Juan.

"Ferry silk, Ferry silk, you are still this beautiful skin." The Master Dashizhi Masahisa looked at the handsome Dujuan and said in a recollection of the past.

"Fernan? Isn't it a cuckoo?" Wang Hao was a little confused.

"No matter how good the skin is, you can't cross that river, World Master, have you crossed that river?" Du Juan asked with some amusement.

"Have you been through?" asked Masahisa Maharama and Masahisaki with some amusement.

"I'm afraid that only my body has passed by." Du Juan looked at Mengying magpies coming from afar and said calmly.

The Master of Mahashima followed the Dujuan's gaze and looked at the Mengying Magpie who was coming, with a little envious in his tone: "Yes, but I'm so envious. That river has become a chasm and has been trapped in it all my life."

Although Wang Hao couldn't understand the two of them, he could still know from his tone that the two knew each other and had a good relationship.

The so-called past statement is probably because the two have a deep friendship, so they say so.

"Has the Buddha still not let go?" Du Juan asked.

"If you let go, I will not be the Buddha Mahasattva, right?" asked Mahasattva Mahasattva and said, "Then have you let go?"

"If you let it go, then I will not be that cuckoo."

"If he lets go, I will not be the Mengying Magpie." At some point, Mengying Magpie was already standing behind Du Juan.

The Master of Mahasthamaprapta laughed: "Yes, I'm dreaming about it, I'm dreaming about it. You're no longer a ferry silk, you're the cuckoo."

The Soul-Chun Du Juan and Meng Ying Magpie did not speak, but just quietly watched the Mahasthamaprapta and laughed.

But Wang Hao was even more confused about this situation. What is this situation?

"Yes, who would have thought that that small river could trap the three of us for a lifetime?" Mengying and Magpie sighed slightly, and her sharp mouth spread out.

I saw that outside this Main Hall, there was only a stream that was not deep or crazy, and it was not even a river.

"Grandman, have you realized something?" The Master of Mahasthamaprapta turned his head to look at Wang Hao with confusion.

"No, no." After being asked by the Great Strange Master Ma Xun, Wang Hao's soul almost scared out, but he still answered honestly, without any cleverness or over-interpretation.

"It's better if you don't realize it, it's better if you don't realize it. It's too late if you realize it." The Master of Mahashimasambhava laughed again, and then a word hit Wang Hao's eyebrows.

Wang Hao felt another dizzy turn, and his whole body became confused. He could only hear the sound of Buddha's verses in his ears. Although he could hear the Sanskrit sound, he did not know the meaning. Although he could teach the true Dharma, he did not know the true meaning.

When Wang Hao disappeared, the three crazy innate laughed together.

I saw two little novice monks carrying water on the other side of the river outside the Main Hall, and a woman in white was thinking of crossing the river, but she was hesitant.

The little novice monk grew up in a temple since he was a child and had never seen such a beautiful woman. The older novice monk only knew the rules and regulations that would not be beautiful, so he sang the Buddha's name and carried water and walked on the mountain.

The younger novice monk carried the woman across the river. From then on, the person passed by and his heart remained in the small river.

The big shaman was halfway through the water, and regretted it. He suffused over the bucket and went down the mountain to pick it up again. However, he saw the little shaman carrying a woman across the river, and felt mixed emotions.

When he returned to the mountain, the great shaman joked: "Junior brother, you have violated the precepts when you cross the river with a woman on your back."

The little novice sighed, "It's Senior Brother, you broke the precepts. When I carried it across the river, I've already let it go. Senior Brother, you haven't let it go yet."

The great novice looked into the river from the hillside.

Have you really let it go?

If you really let go, which novice monk standing in the middle of the river looks away?
Chapter completed!