The City of Terror

The collection seems to be a few dozens to go to 50,000, and the poor road is ready to cheer! ——

"What are you doing!" A small, more glamorous officer walked out and screamed in a language that Wei Xiaobei had never heard.

Of course, this language, although Wei Xiaobei has not heard of it, but inexplicably understand.

"I am waiting for the bhikkhu of Yunyou, come to forage."

Sakyamuni said positively.

"Bichu? Foraging?"

The little officer sneaked a glance at the crowd, but let the soldiers let go, perhaps in his eyes, this group of clothes is not cover, the so-called bhikkhu, there is no threat.

Into the city, the crowds immediately dispersed, holding a raft, each selected a road to start feeding along the way.

Even the Sakyamuni, the Mani Zun, is the same.

As for Wei Xiaobei, this body is naturally impossible to escape.

But then again, in Wei Xiaobei's heart, this Sakyamuni is indeed a little different. If you don't say anything else, it is this foraging. Well, it is actually the future.

In this era of Shakyamuni, it is undoubtedly despised, but as the master of thousands of disciples, Moni Supreme can undoubtedly assign people to sit in the so-called lonely garden and wait for food, completely without personally coming. Still have to be blinded.

Well, when Wei Xiaobei’s body was knocking on the gates of those residents, the white eyes they received were so weak that Wei Xiaobei could not stand it.

This is not simply a question of whether the will is firm or not, but an incompatibility.

However, what surprised Wei Xiaobei was that the rafts in his hands were only the size of the palms. The food given by each household was probably able to hold the rafts in half, but after eating more than ten households, This raft is still not satisfied.

Is this a space treasure?

Think about it, every monk has such a raft in his hand, thousands of space treasures, which really makes Wei Xiaobei dazzled.

About when eating for thirteen households. Wei Xiaobei saw that a monk in front was enduring the resentment of the head of the household.

When I changed to Wei Xiaobei, I was so reviled that I had already given a lecture to the other side.

Even Wei Xiaobei saw the golden light shining on the hand of the monk, but the golden light faded in the next moment. Let the head of the house resent, until the head of the household is so dry that the door is closed before it ends.

Wei Xiaobei’s body was now going forward to the monk. “I’ve seen a good wife away from my brother.”

"It turned out to be the teacher of Sheriff."

"I don't know how much the brothers have eaten?" Wei Xiaobei asked again.

"There are ten households." The good woman replied.

"I have eaten thirteen households, which should be enough. We went to find Master to return."

Wei Xiaobei’s body said so, the good woman said no.

The two squatting side by side, Wei Xiaobei was in a difficult memory to look at it.

Just as the two asked each other, Wei Xiaobei suddenly thought about it. This Sheriff and Yupo were separated from each other and they seemed to have some impressions.

Helpless in this illusion, Wei Xiaobei's skills, ability to be blocked as much as possible, even if you want to look at the memories, it can only be like ordinary people.

Fortunately. Although the ability is blocked, the attributes seem to be still there.

After two trips to find Sakyamuni, Sakyamuni greeted the crowd and left. When he walked out of the city gate, Wei Xiaobei finally thought about it.

It turns out that these two names are the two of the ten disciples of Sakyamuni!

The monks that Sakyamuni had received did not know how many, but the most famous ones in the later generations were ten, each of which was different, and ranked first in their respective fields of expertise. Therefore, these ten disciples are also known as the Ten Great Supreme.

For example, the survivor of the superior is called the first to take the ring, and the defending body of the small North is called the first of wisdom!

There is also the first witness of Shentong, the first Fulou that is the first, the first Bodhidharma, and so on.

At this time. Wei Xiaobei has some understanding, perhaps this King Kong Prajna Paramita is the one written by Sheriff?

Of course, Wei Xiaobei is not sure about this, but there is some speculation.

After all, like writing a master's words and deeds, I am afraid that a disciple can't do it.

Going back to the lonely garden, staying in the crowd and rushing forward to meet the help. Pour the food from the clam into a large pot, add fire to the fire, cook until the pan is opened, and the capricorn leaves designated by the Moni Supreme.

According to the rules, the most prestigious person first ate, so the first food was sent to Sakyamuni.

The elders first ate, and the second glutinous food was given to an old-fashioned brow with a brow and a wrinkle.

After that, the food was thrown into the rafts of the public, and each monk took a raft until the last raft was left, which was the food of the sable.

Seeing this, Wei Xiaobei could not help but gently nod. There is no doubt that this system of food sharing completely eliminates the possibility of presiding over the peasants.

If you pre-ordered the food, it would be unfair, how much is there, then the food in the last raft will be the least.

Although this is not absolute fairness, it has at least achieved a relatively fair effect.

In any case, Wei Xiaobei has no love for the food in the raft.

Foraging, foraging, and just these two words, you should know what the food that comes from eating is like.

Although most of the world is located in the tropics and the food is abundant, it does not mean that everyone is full of food and clothing.

In the early days of Buddhism's development, everyone did not know the monks, and the monks who went to the door to eat naturally would not get a good impression. Even if they were successful in foraging, the food they obtained would have to be leftovers and the like, and then mixed together, although they disappeared. Poisonous, but if the taste comes out, Wei Xiaobei wants to block the nose.

And because of the limitations of the times, most of these foods are half-shelled corn, um, imagine it, the feeling of mixing the millet together and boil it.

Rough cut! hard to swallow!

This is the feeling of Wei Xiaobei.

But he could not refuse this feeling at all.

Wei Xiaobei’s line of sight is sweeping. In the thousands of people, there are those who are frowning and unable to swallow. They are frowning and swallowing. They have a cheeky face and a big mouth. They also have a dull face, like a banquet. The food will be eaten between.

This is the case of the Sakyamuni.

Well, Wei Xiaobei remembers that this sage is a prince. Although the prince at this time is probably the son of a tribal chief, it is always a prince. He can treat grass food as a kosher and eat colorless. It is impossible for Wei Xiaobei to repair it.

After the crowds had finished eating the food, they washed each other and sat on the open space with the Moni Supreme.

One year old monk got up, snarled his right shoulder, his right knee touched the ground, and he palmed his face. His face was respectful and said to Sakyamuni: "Here, the world! If you come to good care of the Bodhisattvas, you will pay for the Bodhisattvas. Good woman, Aunt Doro, Sancha, and Bodhisattva, how should Yun should live? Why does Yun Yun fall to his heart?"

The Sakyamuni face is not exposed, and he said to the old man in the old age: "Good deeds! Good deeds! Bodhidharma, as the saying goes, if you want to protect the Bodhisattvas, you will pay for the Bodhisattvas. He said that a good man, a good woman, a singer, a singer, a singer, and a bodhisattva should be living as if they were swaying."

Hearing Sakyamuni and the old monk's answer, Wei Xiaobei even knew the identity of the old man, but he was the ten disciples under Shakyamuni, to understand Buddhism in depth, and to claim the first Bodhidharma. .

The two sides continued to go on, and Wei Xiaobei was a little drowsy.

For Wei Xiaobei, who just came into contact with the Buddhist scriptures, it is really difficult to understand such a profound question and answer.

Of course, if Wei Xiaobei’s ability is not blocked, it may be a lot better.

But now, Wei Xiaobei is an ordinary person attached to the relics. At most, he understands that Bodhidharma is asking the Buddha, the world's believers have made a wish, want to become a Buddha, what should be done, how to exempt the heart.

The answer of the Buddha's answer to Wei Xiaobei was not understood at all. Well, the literal meaning was understood, but the meaning was really unclear.

Wei Xiaobei thought that perhaps a monk came over and could understand that he did not seem to have Huigen.

This answer lasted a lot of time.

At the end of the day, the sleepy Wei Xiaobei heard that the voice of Sakyamuni was gradually high, but there was no harshness.

"Everything is lawful, such as a dream bubble. If it is like a dew, it should be like a view."

As the sound fell, with Nasu Bodhi as the head, thousands of monks and tens of thousands of people bowed their heads and bowed their mouths. The Sakyamuni was golden and golden, and the whole world was dyed golden. Golden, countless days of women appear in the sky, singing and dancing, countless smallpox descends from the sky, a singer of the singer resounds through the heavens and the earth.

Wei Xiaobei even faintly saw the spread of golden light to the boundless end, and spread the voice of the Buddha's sayings constantly. Anyone who was heard by the golden light and heard the voice of this saying rose up and his face showed a happy color. What are the benefits?

Even the golden light penetrated into the unknown space, filled with countless blood, numerous ugly faces, strong hands, and the human form that was smothering each other also put down the weapons in their hands, looking happy and looking towards the golden light.

As for Wei Xiaobei himself, I only feel that the whole body is soaked in the warm hot springs, but my heart is very quiet, just like being in the mother's womb.

In the end, Wei Xiaobei could no longer support and fell into that drowsiness.

"Wei Shizhu, Wei Shizhu!"

I only felt that the body was shaken by people. Wei Xiaobei slowly woke up, and his look was a little confused. He looked at the people in front of him and seemed to have some disrespect, but some were familiar.

After a long time, Wei Xiaobei finally came back to God: "You are Shi Yanming?"

That Shi Yanming looked bitter: "You finally know how poor, what's wrong with you? Suddenly stood and slept?"

"Ah, it's too sleepy."

Wei Xiaobei, while coping with Shi Yanming, quickly felt his body and breathed a sigh of relief after a while. (.)