Gaga door axis sound "monk out" when I heard the same.
Chapter three hundred and forty-one Graffiti Garuda
Zen room is not small, and ordinary people are similar in purlin.
But it is clear at a glance that there are two things and a painting-a broken futon that has been rotten; An old wooden fish that has lost its color for a long time. Several cracks are striking and it has been broken. There is a carbon scribbled picture on the ground in front of the futon. That painting is really flattering …
It is estimated that this stone meditation room suffered a lot when the forest of steles collapsed. From the outside, nothing can be seen. Now Su Jingmen can see that the house is peaked, the walls are twisted, and the roof is twisted and will collapse at any time.
Red eyes in anger or wake up Su Jing seriously. "The door is easy, maybe it’s a spell blessing, maybe it’s a clever work, but the stone in this house is the same as his wreckage. You must be careful if you go in. If it collapses, it can really kill you."
Don’t charge Su Jing can also get this weight, but he still speaks to Chimu with a smile "Thank you for being a real person". Leave a big curse outside the house to escape at any time and follow him into the house.
Phase liu Jr. has a spectroscopic shadow posture that is stronger than Su Jing. He is naturally not afraid of Qi Donglai’s evasion, but he is strong enough to win the face, regardless of phase liu’s glare, reaching out and firmly grasping his arm and stepping into the house with Su Jing.
Three corpse poked around, see the front three people walked into the house didn’t collapse also crept in.
Red eyes came to the futon and the wooden fish looked down and didn’t bend down to touch Su Jingdao. "It can’t be said that there is no baby. This futon is woven from the silk of Tianxin seed jade; Wooden fish is the pith of Gua Tian, but it’s a pity that Baosi is scattered and broken, and the fairy wood is cracked and the pith is ruined. "
Tianxin seed jade and Gua Tian pith Su Jing have both heard that the former can draw silk from stone, but to draw silk, you must first soak the gem in the real water of Renhuan for a thousand years, and you must not draw it for a whole thousand years. If it takes more than an hour, the stone silk will be rotten. It is said that the stone silk is the most tenacious.
The latter is wood, yes, but if you want it to take shape, you have to be really tempered by lightning, and it can’t be refined into things. It’s hard for the Buddha to be damaged forever.
The skyscraper ancient temple is inconspicuous. A meditation room, Baoyu’s spinning futon, was smashed and the wooden fish refined by lightning was cracked.
There is a wooden fish that doesn’t see the hammer and flowers. I squatted down and looked at the wooden fish carefully. I quickly stared at it. "There seems to be a finger mark. It is a finger that hits the wooden fish … and it is broken … This finger is too hard."
Willy also squatted and laid flowers side by side, but what he saw was a futon. "This person’s ass is also incredible."
Several other people are not interested in the treasures that have been abolished. They are more concerned about the charcoal drawing. Several people twist their necks, tilt their heads, and constantly look at the painting from different angles. phase liu’s eyebrows are wrinkled. "What is it?"
It’s hard to identify the messy graffiti. After studying it carefully for a while, it’s better to have a red eye. "It seems to be a person … here, head here, hands …"
Once I wake up, I look more and more like it.
Into the environment and then look at the people in the painting, the more clues will appear. Qidong came to the mouth. "Here … Lotus? Here, Buddha top bun? Fat in this painting … Don’t blame the people in this painting for being the Buddha? "
It dawned on me that it was the Buddha who painted the picture!
From this, the past in the house can’t be more white. There was a monk who painted a portrait of the Buddha, sitting on a futon and knocking on a wooden fish to practice.
Now that the futon has rotted and the wooden fish has been damaged, the practitioners have disappeared and the Buddha is still painting … Fortunately, the Buddha is soft and broad-minded. If a fire god only sees that he has been painted so horribly … then the mystery of the collapse of the sacred temple should have an answer.
Even phase liu couldn’t help shaking his head. "If you can’t draw, don’t draw. Is it difficult to find a Buddha statue from the temple?"
The display is simple, but the graffiti is hard to recognize. After recognizing that it is a portrait of the Buddha, you can see that several people will soon be depressed and get a door. That’s all.
But Su Jing still looked around-how could there be no mystery in Tu’s vision of giving directions and closing his eyes in a deep sleep?
The only thing that can slightly implicate the other things in the meditation room is the cracks in the walls and roofs. There is nothing unusual about Su Jing’s careful observation of the cracks. When he looks at them, he doesn’t realize that any spiritual knowledge has spread and every crack has been swept several times.
Check it carefully, but Su Jing still won’t give up and found a way to reach out and explore directly with a big crack in his finger.
The Buddha woke up quickly, "Be careful not to dig the house down."
Su Jing laughed and the word "rest assured" was easy, but the sound had not yet landed. His expression was abrupt and ferocious, and his smile had intensified. He shouted "Bastard!"