It’s hard to find a good Li Zhichang if you’re not familiar with Chengdu outside Dashi Temple. Ask kewei to find the way. One person and one sword Shi Shiran came to Dashi Temple. Except Shi Qingxuan, one person and five hundred arhats listed a kind of Zen interest. The sound of insects is crisp and clear, which makes it more beautiful here.
Familiar with the flute, it moves slowly like a mountain flowing spring, hitting a thousand-year-old rock, which always gives people the imagination. After all, Li Zhichang didn’t say anything, waiting quietly for Shi Qingxuan to finish playing this Xiao Qu.
When the flute sound disappeared, there was a song.
Being born less than 100 years old often worries about being a thousand years old.
Days are short, nights are long, and you can’t travel by candle!
Can Le stay in Leeds at that time?
Fools cherish it, but later generations despise it.
The immortal king Qiao can’t wait.
Shi Qingxuan narrated one of the 19 ancient poems, and it was another touching and sudden birth. It would give people an indescribable mood to spit out sorrow and bitterness from her mouth.
Li Zhichang said, "Xiao Yi, a girl, has made people forget the customs and is deeply involved in Taoism."
Shi Qingxuan casually said, "Brother Li, I really bothered you when I asked you to come here, but I really had to make difficulties."
Li Zhichang indifferently said, "Murphy Qing Xuan, do you want to give me the undead print?"
Shi Qingxuan said, "It’s no wonder that the old man always said that everything you talked about was a little transparent. He was right."
Li Zhichang faintly looked at the 500 arhats in the ancient poetry hall. "Ah, I want to try to seize the green grace. The immortal seal in your hand doesn’t know that there is also a kind of martial arts that can’t be learned."
Shi Qingxuan listened to Li Zhichang’s words to reveal a look of surprise and slowly said, "I don’t know how many people go back and forth in Dashi Temple, and only Li Xiong saw the mystery at a glance."
Li Zhichang said, "It’s a pity that I don’t like the bald donkey. Let it go."
Shi Qingxuan faint way outside the stone temple, "I didn’t expect Li Xiong to be willing to destroy all the five hundred arhats. If the master of the stone temple knows that I brought Li Xiong to Qingxuan, it is even more right."
A loud Buddhist name rises leisurely. At this time, an old voice says, "If you want a Buddhist heart, even hell is a bodhisattva Dojo. Lohan will not destroy the heart of the capital."
I saw an old monk with a hunched back and a gray robe cleaning the fallen leaves outside Dashi Temple with his undivided attention.
Li Zhichang leisurely said, "Monks are this generation of Buddhist mountain guards. I don’t think I can lead you out without destroying these five hundred arhats."
The old monk’s back suddenly became majestic and straight at once, but he didn’t turn around and was tepid and slow. "It turned out that the benefactor had already noticed that I wanted to lead me out. Ah, if I had known this, the monk should have come out earlier."
Li Zhichang indifferently said, "Who told you to explain the door and always be mysterious?"
Shi Qingxuan didn’t expect that she wanted to give the immortal seal to Li Zhichang to compete with Shi Xuan, but it would cause so many things. Although for the first time, Li Zhichang knew Li Zhichang from Wang Tong and many other people in secret, she felt that Li Zhichang was the most likely person to practice the immortal seal or find the flaw in the immortal seal, and only Li Zhichang was the best person in her heart who was most likely to defeat the mighty father. This was also her unconscious feeling. Now it seems that it was her wishful thinking that caused the struggle between Li Zhichang and Buddhism.
The monk slowly turned around, with a white face and a handsome face. The bridge of his nose was less than the average person’s. Xu Qingqi’s unique eyes were half closed, and God gathered a calm way. "It’s not that I love to explain the mystery, but that the world likes to explain the mystery. It’s just that the natural selection of the fittest changes with the times, and everything changes with the situation. How can there be an unchangeable theorem? The donor’s natural roots must be whiter than me."
Li Zhichang suddenly laughed and looked up at the sky with a strange look. "It’s also your business to release the door to respond to the changes of the times. Even though I have to admire it deeply, I don’t like that although I admire it, the dynasty change between heaven and man has its own true dragons and you have to choose the Lord and the belief between heaven and man."
The monk said, "What the benefactor said has nothing to do with the monk. The monk is a guardian of Buddhism and has no idea of it."
Li Zhichang said, "The world is often beyond your control. You have been superb for a long time, but you still can’t find a piece of purity. In the final analysis, it’s also sad for you. I heard that Buddhism has a mantra seal. You might as well let it out and see if you can drop me. This is the great devil for you Buddhists." Li Zhichang suddenly burst into a vast atmosphere, and his temperament was deep and unpredictable. At the same time, the sky turned dark as if the end of the world came, and all laws could no longer be a dream bubble.
Shi Qingxuan knew that now it was not for her to step in and retreat quietly, but to stand quietly waiting for Li Zhichang and the old monk to decide the outcome.
The old monk said, "The world is like a bitter sea, and the benefactor is bent on fearing that it is not good for himself and all sentient beings." A "coax" sound sounded from the old monk’s side for a while as if the morning bell and the evening drum were ringing, and it seemed that the nine-day thunder had stirred up the most unspeakable emotions in people’s hearts and shattered them one by one to make people clear their minds.