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By Rosa Cooper

Reborn 50 years with past life memories, activating the unlimited skill replication system.

Let's do it again.

I want to settle all my debts and all my benefits!

This life, omnipotent, proud, live for yourself!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rosa Cooper
• Release date: Nov 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798868980114

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Chapter 1

In the Grand Hall of Lingshan, the immortal music is lingering and the clouds are steaming.

In the Grand Hall, Andrea D Morrison sat high in the hall and could clearly see the expressions of the Buddhas.

Andrea D Morrison, a living Buddha with strict Dharma on the high platform, sings in a magnificent Brahma voice: "I see that today in the four continents, all beings are good and evil, everywhere is not the same: I say that the northern Luzhou people, although they love to kill, but only to live, clumsy temperament, need not pay more attention; But for those in South Bushu, the people of the world are indulging in prostitution and indulging in evil, and there are many killings and quarrels in various places, and disputes are constant. (1)

Andrea D Morrison's half-shut Buddha looks unmoved: I have three collections of true Sutras for the world to spread, and the good Qing of Haishen can persuade the people of Nanshanbuzhou to take refuge in my Buddha and not to indulge in lust.

Nancy W Hartline in Andrea D Morrison's sleeve looks strange, watching the gods and Bodhisattvas very naturally echoed Andrea D Morrison's words, and Frances K Faulk, the teacher of the seven Buddhas, took over the task of delivering the Dharma.

The most important thing left is the person who spreads the Dharma.

These are not the words of Andrea D Morrison, Dharma does not come out of thin air, it must be codified.

Donald N Lewis must have known the truth early enough to cooperate.

But... Nancy W Hartline's innermost criticism was that Andrea D Morrison had said that Nanchanbuzhou was the most hopeless place and needed Dharma to wash away the evil sea.

Frances K Faulk led the triple band, and Nancy W Hartline couldn't help but sneak up Andrea D Morrison's sleeve and look at the three tight gold triple bands.

The West also understands that if there are not these three hoops, it is difficult for the vast number of people with divine powers to willingly assist in the completion of the Sutra.

Charles K Martinez will take care of this matter, and the rest will be trivial.

When Nancy W Hartline received the most important news to her, she slowly closed her eyes and absorbed the spirit of the West.

When she woke up, there was only Andrea D Morrison sitting on a pedestal, flanked by Linda D Horner.

As the crowd watched, the fabric of Andrea D Morrison's sleeve moved slightly, and before long, a white velvet shadow appeared in her sleeve.

The white shadow falls on the ground, step by step in the dense mist inch by inch into an adult.

The small demon who appeared in the Mahavira Hall had delicate wrists and flawless white skin, like clouds that would disperse when the sky blew.

Her skin was like snow, but her lips were red as blood, and three thousand strands of hair fell slowly like the finest fine silk.

The slender neck seemed to break with a little effort, like the first snow of the day.

The white fluff turned into a bright white dress, but the hemline was only used in a stagnant seven-color gradient.

Go ahead. Andrea D Morrison ponders, pun intended.

Disciple retires.

Andrea D Morrison responded with a soft hum.

Nancy W Hartline looked up at Andrea D Morrison in the Mahavira, and her half-closed eyes seemed to know all about her.

All it took was a moment for her to take her eye off the ball.

Linda D Horner and the two guardians also made a Buddhist statement to Nancy W Hartline, Nancy W Hartline blinked her eyes full of spirit, and was not proud of Andrea D Morrison's love, but returned the salute and withdrew.

Everyone in the West knows that John S Agosto, the second disciple of the living Buddha, is favored by Andrea D Morrison because of his extremely high talent, but only the senior officials in the West and Andrea D Morrison's cronies know that the living Buddha loves nothing more than a gold-nosed white-haired rat spirit who has not woken up.

It is not known exactly how old the mouse spirit is or where it came from, except that the little mouse has been with Andrea D Morrison since his return to the throne.

Until many years ago, Dongsheng Shenzhou Aolaiguo Huaguo Mountain that bushen spirit stone jumped out of the stone monkey on the day, the mouse spirit that has been sleeping in Andrea D Morrison's sleeve woke up and appeared in front of people.

Frances K Faulk once jokingly called the rat half Donald N Lewis.

To show the genius of this little demon.

However, there are so many spiritual objects in the west, and the gods and Buddhas are high above them. This kind of praise is really too important for a small demon who has just woken up and cultivated slowly.

-

Nancy W Hartline stepped down lightly, she is probably the most carefree in the mountain, even the clouds floating around her will appear more intelligent.

Lenore J Anderson, want to go down the hill and play?

A gentle, clear voice rang out, and Nancy W Hartline stopped to look at her stopper, reached out her hand and saluted: Met Don D Sheridan, yeah, I'm going out to play.

Her solemn answer, salute question mark answer three times, let Don D Sheridan's complex mood day by day be relieved, looking at this pair of ignorant eyes, my heart also seems to be infected with her ignorance.

In the eyes of the cub, there is curiosity and exploration of the world, and there is courage and fearlessness.

Light is human nature, any creature can not be immune, Don D Sheridan as Tota Li Tianwang Li Jing's eldest son, official worship Lingshan front protection general, along with the beginning of the good will gradually more gentle.

Then have fun. Have fun.

Don D Sheridan does not suspect that there is him, in the hall of silence and repair, in addition to the method will be more lively, the rest of the time will be like the ancient well no wave general, Nancy W Hartline like to the three immortals under the Lingyundu to find other spiritual objects to play, is also a common thing.

Nancy W Hartline's eyes burn, watching Don D Sheridan's gentle face gradually rosy cheeks, a hint of beauty in the red snow plum, the eyes flow with a desire to stop talking.

Yes... The prince was right.

She was hesitant, confused, looking up and down, but she wouldn't look at Don D Sheridan again.

Don D Sheridan was about to say something when Nancy W Hartline saluted as if she were fleeing and flew away in the wind, hurrying and moving with great speed.

Don D Sheridan felt that something was wrong, but then he felt that Nancy W Hartline's mind was simple, perhaps because she was too much fun, so he became anxious.

Then he sighed and smiled and shook his head. That's naughty.

Unspeakable coddling in the voice.

The god soldiers behind him were watching the nose and nose and the heart, and the prince was so close to the rat spirit of the Maxiongbao Hall, they knew nothing.

-

Nancy W Hartline left on the wind, her skirt flowing brightly, and she turned away from the innocent innocence in front of Don D Sheridan, with a strange feeling.

The smile on his face is no longer a cub's enthusiasm for the world, but a firm plan.

She didn't go to Don D Sheridan's cloud crossing, but... Find Andrea D Morrison's most trusted and now the most talented person in the Spirit mountain, John S Agosto.

The acting is so flawed that Don D Sheridan would have been suspicious if she hadn't spent so many years trying to look harmless in front of her.

And this is the game she buried in front of Don D Sheridan, a straw snake grey line clue.

Andrea D Morrison wanted to take this opportunity to spread the Dharma to Nam Sangbu Chau, and there was no other person to do so than John S Agosto.

That is to say, as long as this happens, John S Agosto must become a true Buddha.

Nancy W Hartline's beautiful eyebrows curved slightly with this idea, and the whole person added a little vividness, just like the characters in Gongbi painting come to life.

John S Agosto, who is often dressed in a pure white silver robe, is never proud because of his status, nor because of his erudite pride.

He is smooth and soft like a cloud in the sky, gentle and gentle, so that the Ling mountain down like a spring breeze.

But in Nancy W Hartline's eyes, John SAgosto was just what she wanted in an air mover - talented, adventurous, and with a limitless future.

John S Agosto has a fine pair of skins, his face is crowned with jade, his eyes are light, and Andrea D Morrison moves one finger at a time on her slender fingers like ink.

The sound of the collision of jade beads and the sound of the long Buddhist prayer blended together, Nancy W Hartline heard and saw such a scene when she approached the Zen room.

She waited quietly, without bothering, raised her skirt and knelt down on the futon beside John S Agosto, so that John S Agosto could see her when he opened his eyes.

There you are.

Nancy W Hartline didn't have to wait too long, as John S Agosto mouthed a Buddhist sutra. Before she finished reading, John S Agosto looked at Nancy W Hartline with a smile and said.

John S Agosto.

The prototype of John S Agosto is a golden cicada, and his eyes are not ordinary black, but light amber.

It looks so good in the sun.

Like all the warmth hidden in his eyes.

But today, Nancy W Hartline thinks there is something wrong with his smile, something strange, after all, she is not as focused as John S Agosto, this is the first time she is more slowly than John S Agosto.

As if... Her amber-clear eyes were clouded with thoughts, but when Nancy W Hartline tried to think carefully, they were gone, as if she had just misread them.

Lenore J Anderson, do you think Spirit Mountain is too lonely?

John S Agosto murmured, his eyes shining far and wide, and he reached out and stroked Nancy W Hartline's hair, gently, and Nancy W Hartline obediently rested on his shoulder, his fingertips gently scratching his surplice.

She didn't put a stop to this kind of intimacy that was not supposed to be for either of them.

This kind of behavior is perfectly normal in her relationship with John S. Agosto.

- She woke up from a deep sleep less than four hundred years ago, and it has only been 50 years since her cultivation began. What can she understand?

-- She doesn't understand anything.

But I don't know what it's really like outside of Spirit Mountain. Nancy W Hartline did not say yes or no, and did not really answer John S Agosto's question, but her lips happened to touch the cold Buddha beads hanging from John S Agosto's hand.

Red lips, jade beads, bright and shining, can not say where more moist.

The palm stopped there, and John's eyes deepened, staring at Nancy W Hartline without blinking. Nancy W Hartline blinked her eyes as if she didn't understand anything, and bent her brow.

She was not surprised or urged by the sudden stop of John S Agosto, as if she would not have any questions about what John S Agosto did, but would only bear it cleverly.

Dong -- dong --

The man in the monastery next door cast his spell on the wooden fish, whose blows were smooth and sonorous, striking at the heart of John S Agosto with each stroke.

This is his sweetheart. She trusts him. She adores him.

No matter what he does, she won't resist.

He could write the Buddhist scriptures on this piece of white paper, or write his own name on it.

The sound of wooden fish tapping was smooth, and John S Agosto was able to analyze from the sound of wooden fish which Buddhist monk was teaching which Buddhist scriptures.

But it is at this moment that the zen sound bursts, it is here that the discipline of the spiritual mountain is strict, it is at this moment, between the electric fire and the stone, John S Agosto bowed his head and kissed the red lips, tightly close to each other.

There are eight Buddhist precepts, the first of which is hue.

But it was in the quiet place of the Buddhist gate that the most trusted disciple of Lingshan violated lust and precepts.

A hand wrapped around Nancy W Hartline's waist, leaving her in a clinging position.

And another bony finger grasped the Buddha bead and grabbed Na

Chapter 2

Nancy W Hartline is not Nancy W Hartline, or she is not the golden nose white hair rat spirit of Lingshan.

She clearly remembered that she was a flower demon, the flower of red dust, the dazzling white.

But heaven and earth already have no aura, after the great prosperity of the people, the way of heaven does not allow the demon tribe to become fine, she has empty spiritual knowledge but no opportunity to cultivate, can only wait.

Waiting for the spirit between heaven and earth to visit the demon once again, so that she will not be trapped in the soil.

But at the end of her life, she did not wait for this miracle, but Nancy W Hartline waited for an adventure of her own.

This is an ancient world, gods and Buddhas have not yet hidden the world, although the demon tribe has been weakened, but there is always the possibility of transformation, and the adventure of the world is not impossible to share a share of the soup.

The original owner of this body, the gold-nosed white-haired mouse essence, was born with insufficient nutrients, and Nancy W Hartline could feel that she was unwilling to be one with herself after crossing over.

Nancy W Hartline used her identity to walk away, not to take away, but to cause and effect.

And the mouse spirit's most persistent desire is - to achieve success.

The result is that a mouse spirit, which was born from the beginning to follow Andrea D Morrison could not do, is entrusted to Nancy W Hartline, who can not even do the flower demon at the beginning.

But Nancy W Hartline did.

It took Nancy W Hartline 342 years after coming to this world to finally be recognized by this realm to revive her in the body of a mouse with a golden nose and white fur, and she also devoured the spirit of Lingshan in just a few short years, and finally became a Tao body.

To spread the Mahayana Dharma in Namsangbuzhou was a major move by the living Buddha Andrea D Morrison, who had already planned the arrangement before he started writing it.

Nancy W Hartline can't pry.

But until this matter is no longer a secret in Lingshan, the seeker has already chosen.

Nancy W Hartline knew her chance had come.

It does not matter that Lingshan has no cultivation method for demons, and it does not matter that the creatures of the West are low.

- John S Agosto, it is her insight into the scripture after the early thought of the east wind.

-

The two were entangled, lips and teeth pressed together, like two vines growing together.

With one kiss.

Nancy W Hartline's watery eyes blinked as if asking, John S Agosto, what does that mean?

This is... Close.

A desire.

It's what the closest people can do... Lenore J Anderson, I'm leaving Spirit Hill.

Nancy W Hartline felt her heart beating like spring thunder. No mistake, no mistake at all. John S. Agosto was the chosen one.

Only he is qualified, only he is pure and good in nature, and only he asks the Buddha with all his heart.

Why do you want to leave the mountain?

I think it's great, and it's great with John S. Agosto.

Her face was a little more shy than a young cub should be, and her lips, which had just been pressed together, were a little rudder, as if they had sucked up all the bright colors of the painting around them.

Soft and hot.

Excessive near the city.

John S Agosto's first such wayward break, he has a sense that the beauty of Lenore J Anderson is not visible in Spirit Mountain, but it is definitely not a plain pink skull outside.

After all, he held the precepts himself, nor did he break the precepts in her body?

Because... Some things are a duty, but they must be done.

Nancy W Hartline had no choice but to tilt her head as if she did not understand the meaning, and rubbed John S Agosto's silver surplice with her soft finger, and her slender body rubbed against his arms, with a sense of full dependence.

Always let people want to cage especially thin back.

Outside the door, there was a knock, the wooden fish next door stopped, and the respectful voice of Ananda, the messenger Nancy W Hartline knew so well, rang out from outside: Master Brother, the Lord has the honour.

The Angle of John S Agosto's lip is slightly curled, he reaches across Nancy W Hartline's soft cheek, and with a sigh he places his string of round Buddha beads on her hand. Lenore J Anderson, I'm leaving.

If you ever get a chance to meet John S Agosto, John S Agosto will give you an account of what he did today.

He stood up and gave a Buddha salute to Nancy W Hartline, who was sitting on her knees in a snuggling posture, looking confused.

Lenore J Anderson, leave Spirit Mountain.

There was something apologetic in his words, guilt in his eyes, but never remorse.

The slightly callused fingers touched Nancy W Hartline's cheek little by little, with a little shiver, cherished infamy, full of pity.

Until the finger touched the lip flap, press her lower lip, looking at the bright color before withdrawing his hand.

Nancy W Hartline lifted her jaw, still smooth, but her eyes were slowly filled with tears.

She did not understand, but she knew that John S Agosto, with whom she had just been intimate, did not want her.

John S Agosto's palm was hot, his palm gradually moved down, his fingertips caught the pulse in her neck, and his amber eyes looked at Nancy W Hartline and let out a sigh.

The exuberant vitality beat on his fingertips, with this rhythm has been jumping in his heart.

The sound of a wooden fish is not as dead as the heartbeat of Lenore J Anderson.

Lenore J Anderson, who had watched her cultivate and study the sutras for fifty years after she woke up, could not go any further, nor could he continue to care for her.

John Agosto straightened up, withdrew the hand, and then turned away.

The figure bathed in the sun, like a moth to the fire, a little annihilated in the light and shadow.

Nancy W Hartline exclaimed, John S Agosto! The sound only paused for a moment and did not stop.

At the door Ananda set his eyes on Nancy W Hartline in the Zen room, his face almost unable to maintain a smile, but hurriedly looked away as if nothing had been seen.

However, as Andrea D Morrison's eyes, he will tell Andrea D Morrison exactly.

No more Ananda and John S Agosto in sight, Nancy W Hartline looked away, tears on her face, but a smile on her lips.

John S Agosto's sweetheart is her get-out-of-jail-free card.

At first, she did not expect John S Agosto to be so cooperative, straight up to take the bait.

The next step was to create something out of nothing and let Don D Sheridan be the witness of her relationship with John S Agosto, but now everything is going so well that she even has a reason to leave Lingshan.

She was married to John S. Agosto and invited herself to the world.

As a lover of John S Agosto, Andrea D Morrison must have wanted her to be a whetstone for John S Agosto to learn.

How many Bodhisattvas rush to contribute to it and share some good faith? How can she, like John S Agosto, do much good for it?

There are many spiritual objects on the mountain, but most of them do not even have the opportunity to transform, and heaven and earth have rejected the demon tribe at this time.

Nancy W Hartline does not have the certainty of victory, after all, she is only a small demon who can barely maintain the Tao body, once left the spirit of the mountain, I am afraid that the form can not be done.

In order to survive, in order to have a chance of survival and not to disappear again, she must grasp at every straw she can.

John S Agosto.

I'm sorry.

But apart from loving you, everything else is true.

I will wait for your reincarnation in the world and help you become a Buddha... Forget it, it's our cause and effect.

You often say to me in the Text of Receiving the Ten Commandments, Temporary causes and causes, after a hundred years, each follows six paths, not related to the family.

Fate is impermanent, cause and effect reincarnation.

But I will always remember you.

John S. Agosto.

-

Crane leery cry, sound shaking the vast and far-reaching, hundreds of birds contend, feathers wan Daoguang xia.

This is the foot of Lingshan, crossing the river reeds green, fog dense misty.

All kinds of spiritual objects can be seen everywhere, green and gray, is a good place to practice, green mountains around the lake, posture, occasionally see the Buddha light, can also be tainted with some Buddha gas.

They have already been born with spiritual wisdom, and it is up to them to see when they can cultivate their way out.

Don D Sheridan is worth it. He used to come here and watch Nancy W Hartline play, and occasionally help Nancy W Hartline when she was about to fall, and it was always nice to see her carefree and full of warm smiles.

It seems that his quiet life is also because of her laughter will add a little colorful, colorful light.

It's no longer just my father's longing that runs through my life.

But when he came here today, he felt that something was wrong, there was no Nancy W Hartline here, the living beings were doing their jobs, and there was no thriving sense of all the spiritual beings pondering the cultivation method together when Nancy W Hartline was there.

With a sinking heart, today's Lenore J Anderson... There seems to be something wrong.

Richard S Reeder, have you seen Lenore J Anderson here today?

Richard SReeder, the name of a yellow marten in Lingshan, played well with Nancy W Hartline, and because they were both mice, they sometimes competed with each other and sometimes coached each other, although Lenore J Anderson was late to form and lost.

But Lenore J Anderson was the underdog, and Richard SReeder became her backstop, letting her play a little bit more.

Back to the prince, I haven't seen Lenore J Anderson coming, can the Prince ask for her?

Don D Sheridan shook his head and did not want to say more.

Leaving Richard S Reeder stomping in his place, the crowd gathered around him and asked together, Richard S ReederRichard S Reeder! What happened to Lenore J Anderson?

Richard S Reeder covers his ears. We were told not to talk together!

Don D Sheridan had not been able to understand what that rosy cheek meant other than exhaustion, but he was a keen general who had seen something wrong with it.

He was trying to get a sense of where Nancy W Hartline was when he suddenly received Nancy W Hartline's voice.

Don D Sheridan frowned slightly and turned to ride away in the clouds.

Lenore J Anderson...

Although Don D Sheridan also has a sleeping hall in the Fuyun Tower, compared with the Fuyun Tower, which he does not often go back to, his Zen courtyard on Lingshan Mountain is the place where he lives for a long time.

But now there is a beautiful woman in white.

When Don D Sheridan looks at Nancy W Hartline, he doesn't see her beauty, but tears on her face and red eyes.

I have cried.

So his gentle voice was a little softer than usual: Lenore J Anderson, what's going on?

The prince... I... I led John Agosto to break his lust, and now John Agosto has been taken away by His Holiness Ananda, and they say... John S Agosto will be sentenced to a life cycle and will not be allowed to stay in Spirit Mountain.

It was my fault. Why punish John S Agosto?

Can you... Just punish me, not John S Agosto. He's got a bright future. I can barely make ends meet... Why?

Her face was filled with fear and guilt. Don D Sheridan had never seen Nancy W Hartline look so lost, as if the whole world had lost its interest.

But she shouldn't be like this, she should be full of curious new things, sly

Chapter 3

Don D Sheridan paused again and added, At least... It's going to be that way until you see John Agosto again.

The next time I see John S Agosto, it won't be John S Agosto from Lingshan.

Nancy W Hartline knew what Don D Sheridan was saying, but she looked like she was about to cry. She didn't know what to do, but she trusted Don D Sheridan as if it were the only straw she could hold onto. All the hope of life is in the hands of Don D Sheridan.

Don D Sheridan looked at the distant cloud of the Mahavira Hall, saw a flash of red figure, hurriedly communicate contact.

Before too much, the bright bright like a fire hovering in the sky stopped in front of them, and the man came with a delicate face and a very heroic face, a suit of gold armor and red ornaments.

It is clear that it is bright and dazzling, and a little ordinary people will be pale and weak by this brilliant color, but in this person, it does not fall.

The red lotus that came out of the fire came with the sunset glow.

Wide shoulders, narrow waist, noble spirit.

It took just one look at Nancy W Hartline to guess who the fairy was, and this guess was confirmed when Don D Sheridan stepped forward and called third brother.

Path of the Lingshan people is the famous altar marshal, some time ago sealed the Jade emperor will drop the demon demon plus seal three altar of the sea God Hugh L Johnson three prince.

Don D Sheridan's brother.

Brother, what do you want me to do?

Hugh L Johnson opened his mouth, and he had a young heroic and handsome face, but he was as angry as those familiar rumors, but for the good-tempered Don D Sheridan, Nancy W Hartline felt that the third prince had restrained a little temper.

Third brother, brother, I have one thing to entrust to you.

Don D Sheridan, who is used to being taught by his father and his son, is embarrassed that as the oldest brother he has to ask for help from his younger brother, but he has to give Nancy W Hartline up instead of relying on him.

Nancy W Hartline just looked at the 50 years of transformation, there is no special cultivation of goblins in the western heaven, and not every living being has the opportunity to understand the Dharma.

If Nancy W Hartline is not entrusted, I am afraid that if Nancy W Hartline's body only leaves the Spiritual mountain for a short time, it will not be able to maintain the Tao body, and it will only be like an ordinary demon who has opened spiritual wisdom but cannot cultivate.

'Oh?

Hugh L Johnson said nothing. The breeze blew over his jade face, and the sunset added a warm glow to his face, but it could not dissolve his pride.

His eyes glanced at Nancy W Hartline behind him, and he asked, Brother, if you have something to say, Hugh L Johnson doesn't like to do these twists and turns, can do it, can't do it, can't do it, brother in the Spirit Mountain how more and more like to talk like this.

Don D Sheridan beckoned Nancy W Hartline over: Lenore J Anderson, this is my third brother.

Then he said to his brother, Third brother, Lenore J Anderson can no longer stay in Spirit Mountain because she was greedy and stole half of Andrea D Morrison's incense candle. I would like to ask you to settle her down in the lower realms and take care of her.

Don D Sheridan wouldn't need to bother Hugh Johnson if he could do it himself, but since John S Agosto might save Nancy W Hartline's life, it's impossible to decide what Andrea D Morrison thinks about it. Can only be entrusted to Hugh L Johnson of the third order.

All it takes is a little guidance from Hugh L Johnson to make Nancy W Hartline live in the lower realms, so that there is no chance of life in the lower realms.

Don D Sheridan would have claimed to have stolen half of Nancy W Hartline's candle, so that Hugh L Johnson wouldn't be sick of it.

I dare not say more.

I have seen the Lotus Prince. Nancy W Hartline sweetly stepped forward to make a Buddha salute. She didn't expect Don D Sheridan to have another surprise: a big mountain for herself.

If Hugh L Johnson is here, with this son of God, why can't we have lords like Jane D Olson?

So Nancy W Hartline saluted nicely and said nothing more.

What does she understand.

She is just an innocent little goblin implicated by her sweetheart, who knows nothing, and can only listen to her believe that the big prince Don D Sheridan.

Hugh L Johnson could not help but frown at this address, and the corners of his mouth were three parts of a smile, and he looked at Nancy W Hartline.

Just look fast, did not find her face with tears, slender figure, weak willow fufeng, upright beauty.

Like the recent rise of precious white porcelain, crystal clear, must be carefully cared for, full of fragile sense.

It is this little demon who looks soft and weak, and has the courage to steal Andrea D Morrison's fragrance candle.

A lot of guts.

But he likes it.

Just eat a little bit less, half a root can do no good.

Sharp as a sword, the eyes scanned Nancy W Hartline, who tilted her head, pressed her lips in a cowardly gesture, and ducked away from Don D Sheridan.

Don D Sheridan turned sideways, protecting Nancy W Hartline: Third brother, this brother entrusted to you, is it OK?

Hugh L Johnson squinted closer to the distance and noticed the white cape Nancy W Hartline was wearing, which at first glance was larger than her size.

When I look at my brother with his silver helmet but no cloak, I know where this cloak comes from.

Hugh L Johnson carefully tasted it, where is to take care of the bold demon ah, this is clearly entrusted - little sister-in-law.

I didn't expect that his elder brother looked pedantic, so bold in Lingshan.

Amused, Hugh L Johnson spoke with a bit of a smile: Brother entrusted, Hugh L Johnson did not push and refuse the gift? Leave it to me."

Presumably, the tears that are like tears are because two people have to be sad for a while.

Brother is also really, although Lingshan poor some, how can let the lover eat fragrant flower candle.

Don D Sheridan heaved a sigh of relief. He feared nothing more than betraying the trust of others, and now Hugh L Johnson has confirmed that he has not betrayed the new Nancy W Hartline after all.

Hugh L Johnson crossed the shadow of Don D Sheridan behind him, but he did not want the man to tilt his head to look at him, and he did not look away, reflecting that the eyes were like two hooks.

And gave him a wink.

Interesting.

Hugh L Johnson's secret way.

It's no fault of the cunning goblin.

Does his simple big brother know that this little sister-in-law is not only the boldness of stealing flowers and candles?

-

Before Don D Sheridan could report back, Andrea D Morrison's decree had spread throughout Spirit Mountain.

-- John S Agosto, the second disciple of the Buddha, was relegated to the earth because of his contempt for the Dharma, and went through the sufferings of ten generations of reincarnation. If he can correct his evil ways and keep his Buddha's heart, he can return to Lingshan and take refuge in my Buddha.

At the same time, the Buddha's golden nose white hair rat spirit, who did not have the reputation of the Buddha's second disciple, was commissioned by Andrea D Morrison to eat the incense flower candle provided by Andrea D Morrison's imperial court, and the matter was settled.

The people who know the truth before have begun to prepare a series of things that need to be arranged properly, and Lingshan you are also confident.

He needs to pass the ninety-eight-one difficult test before he can achieve great success, so that he can test his sincerity and make the people of Nanshanbuzhou cherish my Mahayana Dharma more. The King Andrea D Morrison has his throne, and here are his confidants.

The disciple has prepared, and will make sure that when the time is ripe, everything will be safe. Frances K Faulk smiled, the bottle firmly in her hands.

Disciples, too, will do what should be done when the time is ripe. The Bodhisattva who answered looked at each other with the Bodhisattva Manjusri. Although they could not take over the whole sutra collection, they were enough to help.

Andrea D Morrison nods.

There is also a difficulty for the future Buddha Maitreya Buddha, I do not know how to arrange, but the deep meaning of Lingshan senior people are well known.

Andrea D Morrison touched his sleeve, only to realize that he was not used to the small mouse that had been in his sleeve for thousands of years was no longer there, and the fragrance of Buddha was curling up. He closed his eyes and said, After March, I will go to Leiyin Temple to talk about sutra and worship Buddha.

I will obey the law.

The Bodhisattvas said in unison.

Silence, silence.

Finally, Andrea D Morrison went to Lei Yin Temple to give a sermon, and a small figure appeared in the temple.

Richard SReeder, who was hiding at the end, rubbed his head with the archetype. What does that say? No Bodhisattva said what to do with Lenore J Anderson.

Although John S Agosto hated Lenore J Anderson staying with him every day, no one in Lingshan knew that John S Agosto had the best temper and treated them with kindness without being close and distant and practicing as a person of origin.

And that Dharma, John S Agosto, used to be the most revered.

Even if it is time to teach the Scriptures and walk God, how can it be directly left behind the spiritual mountain and relegated to the earth?

If this is true of John S Agosto, and Lenore J Anderson ate Andrea D Morrison's candle, shouldn't the Third Prince be able to kill him?

Don D Sheridan is a good prince, but Hugh L Johnson is a notorious prince.

Even if he asked if he would just eat Lenore J Anderson? It is said that Hugh L Johnson, the third prince of the law is more than a dozen tall, dark out the sun, Lenore J Anderson is so young and not enough to eat.

My Lenore J Anderson girl.

Brother can't protect you.

Brother will set up a burial mound for you and recite the Earth Hide Sutra for you, and you will not be blessed to enjoy what you have saved up, Brother will use it for you.

Richard S. Reeder thought, licking his lips at the oil on the golden lamp. On the way, he met Lingji Bodhisattva, who does not often live in Yeongshan and lives on Mount Minomu in Youju. The Bodhisattva asked him about the Lenore J Anderson incident and expressed deep regret.

Even the Bodhisati's last curiosity about the taste of Andrea D Morrison's special scented candle would make the gold-nosed white-haired rat spirit who lives in the Mahavira Hall willing to risk his future to taste it.

Finally, Bodhisattva Lingi said that Andrea D Morrison's lamp oil is said to be sweeter than a candlestick.

The smell of lampoil was so strong that Richard SReeder couldn't resist sniffing it closely.

Big soyabean eyes staring straight at it without blinking, and a slurp.

He could not help getting into it, swimming while drinking, and when he finally came out, it was a yellow mouse soaked with oil.

It doesn't work.

Richard SReeder didn't know he was afraid until he had eaten.

One step faster than the reason is his action, hurriedly ran towards the spirit mountain.

- If the four Vajra guarding Lingshan catch up with him, they will surely kill him.

Richard SReeder lamented how he could be so bold when he was so timid.

But come to think of it, King Kong isn't as scary as Hugh L Johnson.

If he meets the four King Kong, he can still distinguish, so that he can forgive him in the past, looking for Lingji Bodhisattva to intercede, if it is no longer possible, he can also ask for his pleasure.

But meet the three prince, hiss, that ruthless man, when young stripping dragon sash, make sea kill dragon, later bone cut meat.

Chapter 4

What Nancy W Hartline didn't know was that Richard SReeder would actually end up in the game because of food cravings.

But the infamous Prince Hugh L Johnson, whom Richard SReeder frets about, was not much to be feared, at least not in a state of ignorance.

After a brief encounter with Hugh L Johnson, Nancy W Hartline was not impressed.

It will even be better than the impression of many Bodhisattvas Vajra that I have seen in Lingshan.

It is rumored that Hugh L Johnson had a vision when the third Prince was born, when he was a few years old, he picked the sashes of the third Prince of the East China Sea Dragon King with his personal Dao body, did not put the four seas in the eyes, forced the East China Sea Dragon King Aobing to lose his sense of proportion and directly flooded Chen Tangguan.

It was later said that forced Hugh L Johnson at that time to directly bone the father, cut the meat to return the mother, break off the relationship with the Li family, so that the East China Sea dragon King could not pursue the matter.

There is only so much information Nancy W Hartline can know. She understands that some things, even if written down, will use the recorded thoughts to determine the right or wrong of the matter, and some things will be written down with the spring and autumn style.

The truth of the story can only be glimpsed in these fragmentary records, but the heroic and rebellious young man in the legend is now grown up.

Where do you want to live?

Just after takeoff, Hugh L Johnson took Nancy W Hartline with him to ride the clouds, and he was curious about the courage and reaction of Nancy W Hartline's little sister-in-law, so he was a little more patient.

However, Hugh L Johnson did not think that Nancy W Hartline would really need, after all, now in the life at the time, he is famous, and not afraid of him offend?

But Nancy W Hartline blinked her eyes, stretched out her hand and pinned her windswept hair behind her ear, without a hint of discomfort, and said plainly: I wonder if Your Royal Highness knows something about the land? The demon wants to find a place where there is no king of the mountain and there are some people under the mountain to live."

Well, she was ready to tell me what the real world was, even if Hugh L Johnson didn't ask her.

Nowadays, it is not possible to occupy under the Lingshan Mountain, but it must be on the way to the land of West Niu Hezhou from Namjanbuju.

Betty R Ramos, known as Betty R Ramos, was pressed by Andrea D Morrison in the five elements of the mountain, and Betty R Ramos together with several evil Kings are now missing, Heaven martial law everywhere staring at the wind and wind of the lower world.

The demon dared not move, and no servant had been sent under the seat of the Bodhisattvas, and since she wanted to take