It’s as if the fruit was pecked by a bird and a bodhi was falling!
All three thousand bodhi trees fell to the earth with a rain of bodhi!
The earth has made countless pit.
A crisp crack rang, and one pavilion after another collapsed and destroyed in the middle of the Millennium Pu tree fracture courtyard!
Chapter ninety-one This mountain courtyard (final)
The belief in the courtyard was buried in the ruins of rolling smoke and dust with the rupture of the bodhi tree, and no one could find it for many years to come.
People in the Bodhisattva Belief Institute saw this scene of destruction with their own eyes, because the teachers and students of the Institute had already left a few after the massacre of twelve stars.
This is not a kind of sadness.
There is no sorrow in the heart of the disabled people when they see that the world they believe in is on fire in the distance.
Those pair of cheeks that are so calm that they are terrible in their eyes are so gloomy that they should not be calm.
Calm in the face of death
The hospital will be swallowed up by history in this disaster, but it will be in people’s hearts, even if these people are dying, it will still rise and fall in the memory.
Six-character gate of heavenly practice
This day is not overturned, so it is a courtyard all over the world
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There is a way that the figure of Tsing Yi walked out of the smoke and dust sea and threw its eyes into the distance.
He walked from the outer court to the dilemma mountain.
He didn’t turn, and he didn’t find his way through the ruins, dust and dust everywhere. He needed to lift his feet and step on his own.
On whether it’s a cold skeleton or an idiot who wants to die with all his heart …
Behind the Dilemma Mountain, there is a place where few people know that Guan Guan is called dust.
There is an old man who is physically disabled and mentally disabled in the dust Taoist temple
The old man’s name is Meng Qing, Huang Fu Yi Luo Changfeng, and he entered the Pu courtyard. Meng Qing is a small granduncle who is ashamed in the courtyard.
It’s Meng Qing in the dust view who also learned from the Taoist Sect.
Luo Changfeng and Huangfuyi are different from Meng Qing, and they are brilliant when they are their age.
Chuan Zi Men’s two methods, thirty-six characters, lotus seeds and tricks, five characters, brilliant talents, absolutely brilliant young teacher, uncle Zuxiu, who wrote The Story of the Stone when he passed the entrance examination for the college.
When he wrote this classic, he became a Taoist priest, a Taoist priest who pressed the twelve stars and twelve people to shine.
He wasn’t like this then.
Life seems to seek the conservation of ups and downs, and the old man quietly waits for the saint named Chen in Tiandong.
It has not been destroyed, and the gate is blown by the wind.
Road flyover Tsing Yi, who came from a dusty place, came in.
Cut off the Taoist Bodhisattva Tsing Yi personally and look around at the Taoist temple, looking at the past towers, looking at the maple trees that remain unchanged all the year round, looking at the beautiful leaves flying all over the sky and looking at the residual flowers on the ground.
The eyes of the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi finally receded to the back of the Taoist priest in the cold and lonely old age.
The eyes fell on the tower, the maple forest collapsed, the leaves burned and the flowers turned to ashes.
Surrounded by the eyes of the road flyover Tsing Yi, everything instantly turned into a scorched earth!
The dusty Taoist temple is full of smoke
Meng Qing sat in the view with his back to Chen Sheng.
He didn’t turn his head because of this, and he didn’t get up because of this. His eyes were blind and his legs were incomplete. He couldn’t hold a knife and cut a saint. He couldn’t see the scorched earth until he got up.
It makes no difference whether you turn your head or get up or not.
What’s worse, he broke into the fantasy star just before he was trapped, and he was almost out of oil and the lights were dry, so he never got up again.
Road flyover tsing yi looked at his back.
A piece of blue brick fell.
The roof of the Taoist temple is sprinkled with a skylight.
The skylight shines on the dust and dust, and then many bricks fall from the skylight.
The candlestick fell down.
It looks broken.
The roof beam is broken.
Sitting cross-legged on a futon with his back to the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi, the figure was buried by the collapsed Taoist temple.
In the ruins, a blue light rushed up and fled to the distance.
Road flyover tsing yi frowned, obviously some unhappiness.
He held out his hand, and a huge palm appeared in a gloomy day.
He stretched out his hand and held a huge palm, then shook the green spirit light.