Legend of the Great Sage - 1609. Chapter 1609

In a trance, he seemed to remember that there was a world where he couldn’t help seeing an old lady lying on the ground, and it was best not to even get close. What Cheng wants to be in this world of bliss, knock the old lady somersault and still have money to get.

In comparison, it really is such a world!

Not only that, but the onlookers were all concerned: “Children, are you okay!” “That lady is not careful when she walks, she may bump people and children!” “Oh, I don’t know how many years I haven’t seen such a small child. It’s so pitiful.”

The “lookers” are not only not indifferent, but the warmth of human affection is almost to roast people.

“Dansheng” felt guilty in his heart, and quickly confessed: “It wasn’t she who hit me, it was me who hit her!”

The crowd loved him more and more: “What a good boy, he still speaks for others when he gets hit!” “Yeah, yeah, come on, boy, take it to buy bread and eat!”

He was quickly overwhelmed by the Bodhi child: “I don’t want it, I don’t want anything!” He finally got out of the enthusiastic onlookers.

“It’s strange, it’s strange, the sparrow trampled on the old hen, the ant was three feet six, and the grandfather was sitting in the cradle.”

He shook his head and hummed the ballads, following the abbot of Yangon, passing through the crowds, but unfortunately there were no other children on the street and no one came to sing with him.

Suddenly, the abbot of Yangon stopped: “Let’s stay here for the night.”

“here!?”

This is neither a temple nor an inn, but a large square.

At this time, the sun sets on the west hills and the lights are beginning to come on, and the square is full of people and extremely lively. Many people lined up to sing and dance, but they weren’t the place to stay.

“Yes, it’s here.”

“All right.”

“Dansheng” sat down on the steps with his cheeks in his hands and looked at the dancing crowd. The setting sun stained his face as red as an apple, smiling unconsciously, looking no different from ordinary children.

The abbot of Yangon suddenly couldn’t bear it. Maybe he shouldn’t be involved, maybe not only shouldn’t help him recover his memory, but should help him completely seal the past.

Behind the heroic decisiveness of “Li Qingshan” is a sea of blood and boundless sin. He is unwilling to treat all beings as ants like ordinary practitioners, so he will never be able to feel at ease and must bear this sin karma. So he became more decisive, even if he died in battle somewhere, it was taken for granted.

Now, when I recalled what he said in the Pure Land Temple in Black Cloud City, he was still shocked and bloody:

“I laugh that you are too weak. They are almost the same as those who regard sentient beings as ants. Because they can’t bear the pain in their hearts, they have to abandon good thoughts and put down the butcher knife. They are all distorted minds. How much difference is there?”

“Have compassion and deter evil spirits inside. With a hand butcher knife, and a powerful enemy outside, it’s not easy, why go to the Paradise of Bliss?”

“A murderer will always kill. Since I kill someone, I am ready to be killed. I don’t seek bliss or longevity. How can a monk save it.”

It is not as mysterious as the Buddhist scriptures, but this great determination and great perseverance is simply incredible.

At this moment, “Dansheng” suddenly jumped up: “I’m going to dance!”

Those dancing guys have been teasing him, and for a while, he has also learned the dance moves very much, and finally couldn’t bear it and jumped into the arena.

Wow! As if a scoop of cold water poured into a hot oil pan, the atmosphere in the square immediately became as hot as a fire.

A figure flashed in front of him, and it was the old lady who hit him, her body was abnormally vigorous, and she kept spinning in circles.

“My child, you are here! Comparing?”

“Comparation, who is afraid of whom!”

“Me, Zhang Su’e!”

“Me, Li Dansheng!”

The old and the young are fighting and dancing in the middle of the square. The crowd surrounded them, cheering and cheering, but the dance never stopped.

Zhang Su’e has been immersed in this way for many years, visited countless dance masters, stepped on countless squares, and practiced this dance art. She was full of provocative flying shots, which made people completely forget her age and was immersed in her dance.

But soon she was surprised and shocked. This child seemed to be able to dance when she was born, and every movement was smooth and perfect. Where is this kid, clearly a master of dance! Soon she couldn’t keep up with his dance steps, and was convinced that she was defeated.

“Dansheng” was so full of spirits that the dancers were defeated in battle, cheers were surging like waves, and the air seemed to be burning hot.

He danced arbitrarily, like a shower, like a whirlwind, like a frog, like a tiger fighting, not only the dance just learned, but also the Yangge, peacock, and Latin dances from the past and deep memories. , Tap dance, street dance…

He became a unique lead dancer, and everyone followed his dance steps.

The abbot of Yangon shook his head and smiled bitterly: “It’s nothing, just a small Yangon, what qualifications do you have to help Li Qingshan choose the road?”

“Dan Sheng” eyes half open and half closed, forgetting everything around him, as if falling into a dream. I feel great joy in my heart, not dancing is not enough to express; I also feel great anger, not dancing is not enough to vent; I also feel great sorrow, not dancing is not enough to calm down.

Every emotion turned into an action, even radiating outside the square, inspiring everyone to make the same action.

When the bell rang, a group of guards in armor and armed with blades approached the square: “It’s not early, the big guys should be separated!”

On weekdays, everyone would disperse when they heard the bell. Today, no one paid attention to the urging of the guards. Instead, more and more people came from all directions.

The guards passed the crowd and rushed into the center of the square, trying to stop the “leader.”

However, he was still dancing indulgently, his forehead suddenly opened his third eye, and a burning sacred fire shot out around his body, preventing the guards from approaching.

A statue of a god appeared on his body, wearing a crown of flames, holding a snare drum and flames, and also dancing, but his movements were extremely slow and full of power: slowly raised his left leg, his right foot stepped on the flame halo, and his four arms gently Stretch.

There was a loud noise, and even the guards lost their swords and danced with them, looking ecstatic, forgetting their duties.

“Devil Dance!”

The abbot of Yangon frowned, unexpectedly. I almost forgot that Li Qingshan cultivated the way of great freedom, and now the “dancing king” of great freedom was revealed, and there was clearly a trace of divinity in it, even he could not stop it.

The flame halo revolves endlessly and cyclically, symbolizing the cycle of birth, preservation, and destruction. No one can escape from this cycle, and the people on the square are engraved in this way.

Even people who never know how to dance dance enthusiastically, instantly becoming a master of dance, but somewhat like marionettes.

In his unconsciousness, he turned the square into a dojo for his practice, and turned everyone into his believers, and the cultivation of the soul grew rapidly.

The night became darker and the lights all over the city went out, leaving only this square.

The bell struck twelve to give the final warning.

The abbot of Yangon changed his expression: “Come on!”