Why would a six-eared monkey have a “cruise-in-the-heart” like a “golden stick”?
Everyone saw a crazy monkey with a golden stick and a fight.
The rich boy of South Heaputa is dead.
He died under the fire of the trimester, he was burned and blackened, and when he was returned to his country, he could hardly identify himself.
“It was the evil that did it?” he said.
“Yes.” “He heard that war was raging, and that the devil was sanctified, and that one side was sanctified, and that the pitiful monks could not bear to see the suffering of the people, so that the good fortune and the good of the land would send down a demon.”
“Where is Huixiang now? I’m sorry.
“Wait outside the house. except because he lost his mind and fell into madness, and did not disturb the pureness of the Mount of Spirits. I’m sorry.
“Proclaimed. I’m sorry.
Soon after, a young frightful resident was brought into the temple. He was bloody, blinded, almost convulsed, shivering.
There is a whisper in the old Buddha on both sides. Not only is it because he was the second son of King Totaro Li Tin, who was so smart and able in the past, but it is also because he is the second son of King Totaro Li who, after many years of watching, is now in trouble with Li.
“The spirit is gone and the child is gone.” ”He squeezed a plaque, and the golden vanilla light was swung out on Hee-shik, and the blood stains were fading, and his face calmed down, and the shadows of the past were restored.
“I have searched you with great power, but only for a moment. What do you want to say? I’m sorry.
Ei-shik looked away, and suddenly he passed through the shadow of terror, and his lips trembled, and he spitted out three words.
“Red children…”
The rest of the sound is gone, and Hee-shik’s body is soft, and he’s fallen to the ground, and he’s no longer breathing.
On the Mount of the Spirit, a needle will be heard.
Two.
It’s been three days since the old cow knew about this.
He was sitting on a stool with a skinny monk. He’s a black man, he’s a tough player, he’s a big player, and he’s already got the other side killed.
“Big brother, after all these years in the Buddha’s house, he’s still upset. I’m sorry.
The skinny little monk whispered. The sound is old and tired, and it’s dark. The old cow laughs and caressssss his hand: “Whoever can be like you, and truly converts to the Buddha’s Gate, becomes a different person.” I’m sorry.
To say the least, there was a boy at the door, who was in a state of demented and pale, who came to his ears and whispered a few words.
The old cow’s smile was frozen on his face.
After half an hour, he stares at the skinny little monk and asks, “You know what? I’m sorry.
Skinny monks didn’t speak, but they seemed to be getting a little bit more.
“You know about my son… what happened to my son’s death, isn’t it? “The old cow shouted, and threw the stone table over the ground, and the black and white splattered the monk, and he fell on the ground, The monk still hasn’t spoken.
“Well, well, well, well, well, good monkey, good fight over Buddha…” Old cow stood up. When I sat down, I didn’t think that he was so tall, as if he was the best man in the world, “Why do you know when you and I became brothers, and then on the way, and you didn’t go through the old days, and you tried so hard to force my family into the West Spirit Mountain, and I didn’t know what happened to you? I’m sorry.
The thin little monk finally said, “Because the boy has come to the right end, so let’s get to work.” I’m sorry.
“Good! “I am now trapped in the Buddha’s gates. Hey, what’s the difference between a good word being a conversion, a bad word and a prisoner?” But even with the light, and the free tea and veggies, I put up with it only because my baby made the right path. I am the father, happy in my heart.
His voice was getting lower and his face was getting worse.
“But now? You tell me now! I’m sorry.
Turning to the hate, he punched in the back and broke his back with a red sculptor, and the pavilion collapsed. In the ashes of the earth, he slowly came out, with all the clothes and shoes on him disappearing, boots and boots, crests, skull chains and red cape … The oxen of the Buddha’s work is gone, and he returns to that day, a hundred years ago, to the invincible King of the Great Holy Bull!
As soon as the Lord of Cows waved, the rod of the decorated copper, which accompanied him for thousands of years, appeared in his hand, pointing at the small, lean monk, sitting in the ruins, cold and cold, saying, “A monkey, there is no need to play any incriminating play.” I’ve been missing for a hundred years, and I’m telling you that you’re really thinking about my brother. I’m sorry.
The lean monk whispered, “Can you say yes if you are told not to avenge the boy?” I’m sorry.
“Boo! “A bright sound with a strong hatred. The Princess of Iron Fan, with a paraplegic fan, appeared behind the King of Cow Demons. I’m sorry.
The oxen-demonstration stomped on his feet, and the great estate of a hundred miles of it was made to be a mirage, and it faded. But the old tree of the desert, and the crows of the Stones, they are the land of the far west, and the sand of the sky is yellow and darker. He no longer looked at the skinny monks and took a red stone out of his arms, with five fingers, and the stone was powdered and the air dispersed.
“Then after that, the Seven Holy Spirits broke their bond. You and I will be enemies of life and death. I’m sorry.
And he whistled from the sky, and in the air a moment of distortion, and the plumbing of the golden beast grew, and came forth from the vortex. The Cow Demons stepped up, a single fan was pulled in the back and the two men disappeared at the end of the sky.
As if the skinny monks had lost their senses, they would sit still and watch the two go away for a long time. Within the palms of the robes, a hot red stone was held, and, for some time, two lines of tears were shed in the eyes.
Cow Demon is dead.
Dead on the scorched soil of the 800-mile Flame Mountain, with a pair of horns running through his chest, staring at his eyes before his death, showing incredible deformity. The Iron Fan Princess died next to him, drying up, and there was no more blood under his skin, as if it had been blown by the wind beneath the feet of Mount Kunlun.
Upon the House of the Gloves, the Jade Emperor set back from his side and brought the old king alone.
“Is His Majesty for that evil thing? I’m sorry.
The Jade Emperor’s face was thick and blue, and groaned: “Yes. And now the likeness of man is present, and the evil hath no power, and is sanctified, and the people are ignorant and do not bow down. Now he’s enjoying the fire in the world, so he’s afraid of ruining the foundations of heaven. I’m sorry.
“Has His Majesty sent for the removal of the demons? I’m sorry.
The Jade Emperor smiled at himself, laughing, “Why not?” If you know the number of three, don’t fight with me. I’m sorry.
The old man hears of it, puts away his smirk, and groans: “Twenty-eight nights, the Father and the Son of God, 36 Thunder Gods, 100,000 days will be lost, right? I’m sorry.
“As you can see. The Jade Emperor smiled.
“I know about His Majesty, but perhaps His Majesty does not know about the palace. @Gundo.
“What can I do? The Jade Emperor is disheartened.
The old man sweeps the dust, he rises up with one hand in his hand, and says, “I am about to inform His Majesty. Yesterday’s appointment with the King of East China took place in the palace, and when the old way came back, Danmaru’s sanctuaries were intact, and the fire of the Six-Din and the Gossip-Tang furnace were safe, except for our two first children, who died for the palace, who became children, who broke their limbs, scattered their limbs, who seemed to be crushed to death by mountain life. I’m sorry.
“Golden Boy”? “The Jade Emperor’s eyes were so tight, it seemed like he remembered something.
The old man did not see anger in his face and said, “As His Majesty had expected. My buffalo disappears and there’s no sign of a fight in the bull’s palace, just like…”
“It’s like being thought of as income. I’m sorry.
The peng has lost half its wings and its mouth has been cut to pieces, as if it were torn from hand to hand.
The black bear is armed with a steel gun and his eyes are broken.
The small ponds in the bamboo forest of the Poto Dojo have already been red with blood, and a goldfish is floating on the surface, moving and dying. The pool was surrounded by a gold-haired animal, half of which was black, half of which was scarred, half of which was gas-breathed, one of which was snorting and the blood was flowing out of his throat.
On the other side, they stood up against a young student, with his hands down and his face a little smile.
Tai Po, it’s your turn soon. Why come early and die? I’m sorry.
“Who are you?” I’m sorry.
“Who? Isn’t that the demon you’re looking for? “The booksman smiles, turns his hands on a white paper fan, writes the word “demon” ink, ink ink ink ink, and makes a big deal out of it. He smiled, saying, “If anyone comes to me, I wonder if I’ve been thinking about her Pupta-Book for a long time. The black bear, the inspired king, the golden hair and the children of the past. Hey, you traitors are here. I thought I’d clean you up first, but I didn’t think I’d be able to save my ass. I’m sorry.
Traitor? “The plum and the black bear are in a state of shock.
And suddenly the bookman came upon himself, and the prowling of the prairie, and saw only an iron wing scouring with the satanic spirit, and he turned back, and saw a flower in front of the black bear, with his finger scratching, and his groaning as six iron guns, stabbing to the face of the black bear, and the black bear shunned his way, but he was shot through his shoulder and crucified with his big body.
As the dust rises, the black bear seems to have no pain, and he says, “Blessed is good.” Red boy died on your hands, didn’t he? I’m sorry.
The bookmaker noded and smiled: “The King of the Holy Baby of the Past, and today the Buddha is a dog.” He deserved to die. I’m sorry.
“The Cow Demon King, the Iron Fan, the Golden and Silver Boy of Heaven, the Cow, the Nine Lions of Tai B…”
“It’s all me. “How can I, as a monster of the world, leave you, the shameless traitors behind?” I’m sorry.
“The Devil”? “The black bear, who wanted to say anything else, suddenly cooled his chest, looked down, his heart was pierced with iron guns, and his eyes were full of blood, and his consciousness was gradually swallowed up by darkness.
Tai Peng looks at this white and clean young man and he has a chill that he has never seen before.
This young man is far more eccentric than he thinks. As if he were a human being, but he was able to develop the divine powers of the various Lycans and the Fae in the heavens and the earth; and when he had touched his hand, the peng would have suffered a great loss, but he would have lost his wings, and his wings would have been torn apart half.
It is not only him, the inspiration King was struck in his head by a steel hammer; the black bear had just died under his own gun; and it was all the more incredible that the hair of the hair was beaten, and that the book was swung like a sound of a purple gold bell, blowing smoke, flying sandstones, and slamming it under a blow.
The student turned his head and laughed at him.
Tai Peng knows it’s hard to get out of Puto today. His nature was incalculable, but he was incriminating, without fear, with his hands shaking in the sky and stabbing the past. The booksman, who kept his head on his head, turned his fan into an iron wing, turned his head open, and held his right hand in his hand, and made an arc, and stabbed him to the chest of the peng.
All of a sudden, this deadly killer was stopped by a gold-ringed back knife.
Tai Peng thought he was dying, and he was stunned, and there was a thicker back than he could have known, with a steel knife in his hand and a long gun in his arms.
“A hundred years have passed. Brother, good-bye to the camel. Long time no see. “The six-tooth white elephants smiled back, and their faces were still full of smiles.
I can’t talk.
“Let’s not talk about the old days, let’s get Sankoi out of here.” I’m sorry.
The smile on the author’s face is a little ludicrous, and it’s like, “Lions, white elephants, where do you want to go now that you’ve come to die?” I’m sorry.
The voice is still missing, he’s slamming in, he’s turned into a white light, he’s squeezing like a wave, and he’s slamming up at the three demons!
Tai Peng was seriously injured and tried to stand up, but without any strength. He watched the demons roll like a vortex, splattered with blood, and began swallowing the lion’s white elephant, crying out, “Big brother, brother, you are not his rival. Go, go! I’m sorry.
In the vortex, there’s a laughter of the lion: “He’s coming for us. We’ll know when the old cow dies. But what are you afraid of? I’m sorry.
And the white elephant laughed: “Yes, the triads are not afraid, even if the sky falls, the two brothers are holding you up.” I’m sorry.
Peng’s eyes are red, he screams, he’s not sure where he’s coming from, he’s raised the flaming arrow and he’s in the air!
In the house of the great prince of the Mount of Spirits, there was death.
And the sound of the sound of the sound was tumultuous and prostrating on the earth: “I am a Buddha of mercy. I pray my disciples to deter the outside world with great power, and to send down the evil, lest I return to the earth with the horrors of the twilight. I’m sorry.
There is also a fratricidal tone in the tone of the day, as it is in the eyes. The Buddhas hear in their ears, and their hearts do not turn away. The tragedy of yesterday’s mackerel forest has been heard, and the dragons, the goldfish, the mountain-watching gods, and even the golden hairs, such as the pangs before them, the Wenshi lions, and the white images of Psychics, are all dead. It is said that most of the 100-mile mackerel forest has been razed, and that it is almost ruins in its original serious pavilion. It was the end of the line.
It’s like talking.
Wench (Wench) and the Buddhas of Phun (Pun) also stood up on both sides of the sound, saying, “May I have mercy, deter the outside world, and destroy evil.” I’m sorry.
It is not surprising that both Buddha’s horses died and now stand up and speak for the sound. But the eyes fell on another Buddha in black.
Three hundred years after its appearance at Mount Spirit, the town’s treasurer Buddha returned to Mount Spirit today.
Da Zhu Wen, Da Zhi, Da Zhi, Da pessimism, great hope to hide. If the four Buddhas had petitioned, it would have been hard to remove them. So, “What do you think of this? I’m sorry.
“I am here because I am listening. I’m sorry.
Can’t we all get away from the devil?
But he listened to it: “Last night, the hearing was full, and the silence was above it.” And he gave me a word before us, that he would hear six ways in three ways, and that he would live, and that he would never lie and steal. It was only a hundred years ago that the past and the consequences of the present were lost, and it was time to understand that the bell had to be answered. I’m sorry.
The monks listened to the silence and declared a Buddha. “If this is the case, it will not be possible. Where is the fight over Buddha?”
At the end of the Buddha, step out of a skinny monk and bow his head: “The disciple is here. I’m sorry.
“Go to East Shrine, and visit the country’s Fantasy Mountain Water Cave. It was your fault a hundred years ago. I’m sorry.
“Yes. I’m sorry.
And the mountains are green.
Silver Falls is hanging.
The monkey-sons are on their way.
And so is the wind and the moon.
The fight over Buddha sits on a rock on the top of the mountain, staring at the people below it. It looks like it’s a little more tiring. I don’t know how long it took to get a cold sound back there.
Sun Goku?
Turning back, young bookspersons stood up with their hands and their eyes glittering in anger.
Winning Buddha didn’t talk.
“Where’s your golden stick? Are you going to be a god? Not even the old ones? “The booksman laughs.
And the fight over the Buddha bowed its head, and slowly drew out from its ears a needle of iron, and shuddered the wind, and turned it into a golden iron bar. The book saw the stick, with a strong sense of hate in its eyes, shuddered with a fan, demonized as a round bar, and smitten the past in the face of a fight against Buddha.
The two rods met each other, thumping the sky, and the students turned back three steps, with their chests in motion. But the fight over the Buddha sits on a rock, and if it does not move, it is nothing.
“Good, good. “How about you pick me up?” I’m sorry.
He swayed, and swayed, and smouldered, and smouldered, and swerved in the battle over Buddha. It’s a familiar touch.
“Bronced beasts with coyote sticks?” “The battle over Buddha is far from overthinking, and the right side of the wind has come upon him with a stench of gas, and he has flashed through his side, and it’s a slittling twist.
“Down with horse poison? “The battle over Buddha’s mind has flashed a strange contours of all kinds, holding three steel forks in hand and a little smirk.
There was nothing but a loss of God, and in the middle of it, the faces of the most powerful were rolled over to him.
It is as if the battle had been fought as if it had been an aback, and it had been shunned and sustained by the waves. The yellow-eyed man’s bag was under a hood, but it was accompanied by a python and a platinum jar and a platinum, and the wind passed by with a three-sniffed fire, and the water was condensed into waves and turned into a lion’s head and biting it.
The golden rod blocks the wolf tooth stick of the Bull Demon King, blocking the python’s frenzy, blocking the oxen’s steel gun, blocking the vermin’s lunar tooth shovel … As the battle against the Buddha changed in all its aspects, the demons suddenly made a mouthful.
Fight over Buddha’s head and see a black iron bar.
You’re with the hardcore?
He smiled, his hands were loose, and he fell on the ground with a golden stick.
The iron bar, with a whistling wind, took the power of the heavens and the earth, as if the sky’s demons had gathered on it, as if it were so full of substance that it had fallen upon the heaven’s lids of victory over Buddha!
It’s the steel that isn’t bad, and it’s not going to stop a blow like this.
Young bookspersons watched with confidence the fight over Buddha, and the iron rods in their hands flaunted the image of a paper fan. Victory finally raised its head, looked at the books with both eyes and smiled at its lips.
“The phantom of the six-eared monkeys, when he came into your hand and opened up the heavens and the earth, he was far worse.” You’ve been blue out. “The fight over the Buddhist channel.
“Who are you? “The bookman’s voice is shivering.
“I am me, but who are you?” “The fight over the Buddha’s adornment, the display of a velvet monkey hair, and the strange golden colour of the pupils, with some fire.
Strangely, the student’s face is growing brown, and the five officials are changing and turning into a monkey face.
“I am the son of a monkey, and you and Zao killed my father, and I will avenge him… Not only you, but also those who surrendered, who surrendered, forgot the demons of their origins, and I will take them out! “The student’s face has changed so strangely, he’s coming closer to victory, as if he wanted to see it.
Winning over Buddha smiles.
“Six-Een-Een-Hen-Hen-Hen-Hen-Hen-Hen-Hen-Hen-Hen-Hen-Hen-Hen-Hen-Hen-Hen-Hen-Hen-Hen-Hen-Hen-Hen-Hen. …he raised his head, felt his head, sat on his knees, and suddenly appeared on the ground, raising his body.
“A hundred years ago, a monkey was born in the heavens and the earth, and its spirit was born. He begged the Buddha to finally become a master. But the nature of the world is not broken, but it becomes another god, fighting against him. They hit the palace, they hit the palace, they hit the South China Sea Watch, but no one could help him, because all they saw was a mad monkey, with a golden stick, and they fought against themselves. I’m sorry.
“And then, in the kingdom of the Buddha of Mount Ling, when he divided the gods with great power, he became a monkey of six ears by birth, and he became a stone monkey by birth. And when the six ears are broken up, their anger is scattered in the heavens and the earth, and their weight is upon them.
The battle over Buddha smiled, and the stick strangled into a golden needle in his fingertips.
“You were born because of me, one of me. Let’s go. I’m sorry.
As if he had fallen into an endless abyss, he had fallen down and fallen in pain and suffering… He wanted to cry, but could not make a single sound, but saw his body and his fight against Buddha, entwined, turned into gold and black, twirled, and saw nothing.
“The devil is in trouble? I’m sorry.
“The battle overcomes the Buddha and exalts the evil, and enters it into the circle, and becomes a creation.” We saw it as though it had been born in the city of Mid-Turkish, of a family named Wei. This family has been a healer for many generations, and has been blessed by its wealth. I’m sorry.
“Doctors? Then let his generations practise medicine for the devils of the earth, to make amends for this heinous sin. I’m sorry.
In the city of Gangnam, a little grass, a young baby who cried so hard that she was born, she held a little iron needle in her hand. The midwife and her parents were face-to-face, and saw that he was born a Fae, but it was neither good nor evil, and a bad fragrance permeated this house.
The sound of knocking came from the outside, and when the father went out to look, he saw only one monk with a cyclastic cane in his hand, carrying on his right a small blue bag, with a gentle face and a solemn face, as if he had come out of the painting.
The father dared not hesitate to ask his manners: “What do you think? I’m sorry.
The footmen smiled: “I am with the child of Qin, who worshiped me in the past, and I came to give him a final ride.” He said, “Put the blue package in his father’s hand, declare a Buddha, turn around.”
The father did not understand what had happened and shouted in the back of the monk, “No Master’s Law.” I’m sorry.
The monk’s foot is next, and the light is: “The poor monk’s gold is getting worse.” “Father has yet to ask, the monk has turned into a little black spot and disappeared into a faraway forest.
Unburdened with three ancient rolls and a white-paper fan, only the word “demon” appeared in the book, and the fan was damp, and there were tears.
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Why would a six-eared monkey have a “brain-in-the-heart” like “the golden stick”?
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
