Chapter 1723 The Leisurely Life of the Lord Buddha

The red sun is rising, and it is very beautiful. Together with the golden clouds around it, it is like a half-boiled omelette.

In the early morning, there is a faint mist in the mountains and forests, and the morning sun shines like a golden curtain. The vast mountains in the distance are covered by clouds and mist, hazy.

There is a dimple on the cliff in the deep mountain. The mist of the hot spring is blurred and rising, and it blends with the clouds and mist in the morning. It is beautiful and illusory, like a fairyland on earth.

No bird or beast likes to drink hot spring water, the flowers and trees next to it are brightly colored, and the purple vines are like curtains.

The advantage of soaking in the hot spring alone is that it is quiet enough, no one disturbs you, and you can eat fruit casually in the hot spring, which is comfortable and comfortable.

Tender and slender arms are casually placed on the edge of the pool, occasionally picking up the fruit floating on the water and throwing it into the mouth, chewing without chewing, eating the pulp and spitting the core away.

"Pfft~"

The high temperature of the hot spring water made the fair skin slightly pink, the red lips were even more delicate, and the jet-black hair spread out at random, undulating slightly with the water waves.

The mist rises on the water surface, and you can vaguely see the long white tail swaying slightly under the water, which is not like an ordinary snake's tail.

Squinting, he continued to throw fruit into his mouth.

Accidentally eat immature, sour taste, pretty little face wrinkled.

"Bah bah bah..."

He spit out the contents of his mouth, looked around, and lowered his head to take a sip of hot spring water. After rinsing his mouth, he felt much more comfortable.

Squinting and continuing to soak in the hot springs, it is comfortable and comfortable. All you need to do is to enjoy life every day, and by the way, adjust the atmosphere to ensure that the stockade is in good weather.

Suddenly getting up from the water, the hot spring water drops down the smooth and creamy skin, the thick black hair covers the back, and the eyebrows are slightly frowning and staring in a certain direction.

Faintly aware of inexplicable malice.

The instinctive perception of demons is usually far beyond that of humans, just like the so-called sixth sense, which can predict good and bad.

After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't think of what the situation was. I have always been quiet and disciplined. I have stayed here for the past few decades, and I have not provoked any sectarian forces.

There is nothing wrong with the monk in the stockade. He lives peacefully every day, working at sunrise and sunset, no different from ordinary people.

Malice comes and goes quickly, and soon disappears without a trace.

Shaking his head, he decided not to think about these things, and sank into the hot spring pool again, the water mist rose, and a huge white figure could be vaguely seen underwater.

Recovery month is busy season.

The villagers are busy working, and whether they can live well this year depends on this time, weeding and planting, and living a simple and ordinary life.

The old man is very happy. With the help of Lord Buddha, he has a lot less things to do, which may be the easiest year.

At the same time, it is a pity, why is it a monk?

My daughter doesn't have a good family yet. The more I look at the Buddha, the more satisfied I become. Maybe I can persuade him to stay in the stockade.

However, he also knew that this was unlikely, so he just thought about it in his heart and would definitely not say it.

Lord Buddha straightened up, sighed lightly, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Without the use of extraordinary power, it is no different from ordinary people. Since you want to find the Buddha in your heart, you must be down-to-earth.

He has a feeling that in this stockade, part of the answer may be found.

The wiping action stopped and looked up into the distance.

Thousands of peaks and ravines, undulating, the water shimmers with shimmering water, and a touch of green embellishes the brown rocks.

His eyes did not fall on the picturesque scenery in front of him, the black pupils seemed to have crossed the barrier of time, and a temple in a high mountain could be faintly seen.

The golden light of the hall is bright, the pilgrims flock in an endless stream, the rich incense gathers, the luck is extremely strong, and the huge formation continues to gather the surrounding spiritual power here.

Withdrew his gaze, drank water and continued to work.

"Master, the seedlings are gone, help me get some." The old man shouted.

"Okay." Lord Buddha nodded, temporarily stopped his farm work, and walked to the field ridge.

...

The room full of girlish atmosphere has soft and bright lights, a few cute dolls are placed on the bedside, and the green plants on the windowsill sway gently against the breeze at night.

The girl was sitting on the bed, her face was delicate and soft, her long jet-black hair was scattered around her shawl, her feet were small and tender, and the magic phone in her hand projected a light curtain, and various information was constantly refreshed.

"You know what? We, the gods of death, live by stealing the life of others."

The voice of indistinguishable gender sounded, and the god of death stood upside down in the air as if without gravity, staring at the girl in front of him with a strange face.

"What do you mean?" Jiang Wanshang asked casually.

The god of death changed into a half-lying position, propping his head with one arm: "The person whose name is written in the notebook will die earlier than before..."

"The god of death took away the remaining lifespan?" Jiang Wanshang continued to look at him, interrupting the god of death without raising his head.

"How does Reaper know people's names?"

Jiang Wanshang stopped browsing the light curtain, and looked up at the god of death in front of him. The strange face seemed to have a strange smile.

"I saw it."

After a few seconds of silence, she said softly.

"Ha." Death approached slightly, staring at the girl's eyes, those weird eyes emitting a faint light, "Just look at each other's face, you can see the name and lifespan."

"So, can you see my lifespan?" Jiang Wanshang narrowed her eyes slightly, "And the name of the person who followed me?"

"Do you want Death's eyes?

"

The god of death's words were full of temptation, Jiang Wanshang quickly calmed down, with a little more smile on his face: "So that's the case, tell me, what's the price?"

"The remaining half of your life."

"Don't even think about it."

Jiang Wanshang's smile disappeared, and she picked up the magic phone.

Half the lifespan, half the lifespan, and summoning the Dragon King once is only a quarter, the Death God is too black-hearted and totally uneconomical.

"Then how do you find out the other party's name?" Death wasn't disappointed because the deal failed.

For him, life in the human world is just fun in a long life, and even the moon itself is nothing to be concerned about.

Jiang Wanshang didn't speak, as if she thought of something, she took the black notebook next to her.

The first few pages of the notebook read the rules.

A few strands of restless hair swayed slightly, casting black shadows, green jade fingers slid across the surface of the paper, red lips lightly parted, and the words recorded on it were recited...

"Okay, let's go."

With the voice of a certain boss, the filming came to an end for the time being, and all the staff present were relieved, looking at Jiang Wanshang with admiration.

To be able to pass easily in the eyes of such a strict boss, perhaps this is the so-called talent.

The translucent water flowed, and the grim-faced Death God disappeared, replaced by a soft-looking gray-haired siren girl, flicking her tail, stretching her body, and showing a smile.

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