I thought about going to Xuantian to see my husband one day. When I saw Mu Mu, I shouted: "Mu Mu, look at the kitchen knife!"

It is estimated that it will make Mu Mu giggle, and at the same time give the wife a handy kitchen knife to cook for the husband.

When we were at the Great Buddha Temple, the old monk said that chopping firewood and carrying water were all forms of spiritual practice.

When we arrived at Prajna Temple, Brother Minghui said that sweeping the floor and chanting sutras were all practices.

When we arrived at the back mountain of Xuantian Temple, the teacher said that blacksmithing and eating were also practices.

It seems that the word "non-cultivation" is absent everywhere in life, and without knowing it, I have quietly practiced practice to the age of ten.

The young lady far away on Phoenix Mountain should also be twelve years old at this time.

In the blink of an eye, both of them grew from innocent children to teenagers.

Those who abandon me will no longer know how far they are.

Those who think about my heart are thousands of miles apart.

The long wind blows away the autumn geese, but I look at the mountains alone.

I have gone from the original Fengyun City to today's Fangcun Mountain. In any case, I am also a master of the seventh level of the Formless Dharmakaya.
Chapter completed!