"Amitabha’s old woman left first, and the secret struggle in the west desert gradually unfolded."
The Buddhist monk in the hanging temple salutes the future Buddha and returns to the
The next day, planning department Zhu Rui and Li Qianwei were both late, which was never the case. Li Qianwei came after ten o’clock. She was wearing a white sweater and a big red tweed coat outside, and she walked brightly through the office hall.
You know how outstanding her big red coat is among a group of dark blue
"Will the scriptures be released?" The old turtle wandered around the circle with a pair of eyes and shook his head unhurriedly. "I may be able to get a life if I put this monk in fear. If I still want this Buddhist life, please tell me to take this Buddhist life out of Lingshan, or I will simply destroy the Buddhist body and suppress it for millions of years, but there is a way to learn human life."
Looking back, everyone’s eyes are all showing a different color. At this time, the mountain peak is like the sky, and there is a vague outline, and this outline is still floating, and it will disappear at any time like a mirage.
"There is a special enchantment covering near the sacred mountain. Perhaps it is this enchantment
As early as Aoqing’s paw fell, Paeonia lactiflora had held Chicong in her arms to prevent this simple girl from seeing such a bloody and cruel scene.
Pan Hui’s heart throbbed violently, and she unconsciously recalled the time when she saw those