Hearing Soba's words, I and Chen Qiaoyan also completely froze.

Is it hard to sit under the Bodhi Tree...the legendary Buddhist ancestor Sakyamani?!

My sanity told me that all this was impossible, but the heartfelt excitement on Soba’s face was impassable.

As if I had seen the true God of my faith in, only in this way would I show such an excited expression.

At this time, I also have some understanding of the old teachers of the group.

It may be that believing in this thing is really not so complicated, on the contrary, it is extremely pure.

When there is an opportunity to get close to believing in the true God, people like Soba, who have reason, can’t help but kneel on the ground with excitement.

I looked at each other for a while, and in the end, I couldn't help but be curious, and walked forward cautiously, and looked respectfully at the people sitting on the ground.

No, not a man... is a stone statue.

From the front, it is a very ordinary Shakyamuni sitting image, the body of the clothes has also become a stone, hands clasped the fingerprints, half squint eyes, silently look at the road to the spiritual mountain.

This strange phenomenon made me a little confused, did I have hallucinations, or did Soba have hallucinations?

A second from behind, the disc sitting on the ground is not a stone statue, it is obviously a real person, but now look... how to become a dead stone again?!

Finding this strange situation, I took a few steps back with Chen Qiuyan and looked at the back of the stone statue.

I was blind to this look.

From the back, it seems that the outline of the stone statue is completely invisible, and the skin that is not covered by clothes, like the neck... it is the skin color of normal human beings.

But if you take a step forward and look at him from the side or the front, the person sitting on the ground will become a stone statue again.

Is he a man or a stone?

I still haven’t figured this out yet... or is everyone hallucinating?

From beginning to end, the man sitting on the ground on his legs made no sound, and even when we walked up to him and looked at him, we did not give any response.

It is like a real stone statue, and I can't see the glory that life should have.

“Soba, what did you see?”I couldn't help but ask, and when I saw him kneeling on the ground, he kept chanting the Buddha's number, only to feel the hairy in my heart.

Hearing my question, Soba knelt on the ground as a stone statue, and said without lifting his head, “Buddha...This is Buddha... why don’t you get down on your knees?”

Still not waiting for us to say anything, Soba muttered to himself.

“Yes... you are not Buddhists...naturally do not have to worship Buddha... Lao Shen you go to one side first... I first...”

When Soba spoke, the tone and tone seemed to be some gods and gods, but it is undeniable that his almost crazy reaction was not intimidating at all, not as terrible as when the old teacher showed his faith.

The feeling he gave me was a word, froze.

“What to do?”Chen Qiuyan stood beside me, pressed his voice, and asked me carefully: "Sobago seems to be fascinated, will he not leave for a while?"

“Do you want to go to the mountain?”I said tentatively, "You and Soba are waiting under the mountain, and I will let the evil son accompany you, and if there is an accident, it will take you out in time."

Nor did he wait for Chen Qiuyan to say anything, and the evil son rejected my proposal one step ahead.

“No, I don’t want to stay here...”

When the evil son said this, his head was always low, as if he did not dare to look at the strange stone statue, and the voice of his speech was faintly trembling.

"What's the matter?"Why don’t you want to stay here?”I was surprised to see it, and in my memory, it was the first time that the evil son rejected me so directly.

“Dangerous.”

The evil son said, raising his head quietly and looking at the stone statue.

“I don’t want to stay here... let’s go up the mountain together.”

At the same time as saying this, the evil son revealed the emotion is also undisguised, it seems to be afraid of this stone statue.

“Shen Shi’an?”

Suddenly, a strange voice came from far away.

From the tone of the man's speech, it seemed that he recognized me, and the voice of his speech was only strange at first, and he listened carefully for a while... as if he had heard it somewhere.

When I looked back and looked over there, about forty or fifty meters away from us, a middle-age man who knew each other was standing there, followed by a dozen gentlemen in old-class costumes.

The man who made me feel a little familiar seemed to be the leader of these people, wearing a black suit, and the sharp-mouthed monkey's look is not a good person.

“Have we seen it?”I frowned, looking at the middle-age from a distance, my brain turned quickly, and kept starting to remember...

This man looked really familiar...I’ve definitely seen him...

“Damn, you’re a big reminder.”The middle-age man looked at me with a smile, a few tens of meters away, and I could feel the hostility emanating from him...yes, and hate.

“Who are you?”I frowned and asked.

Standing next to me, the evil son seemed to feel the man's unfriendly eyes, and went forward, as if he could rush up and tear him at any moment.

“Do you really not remember me?”He paused, as if he had been insulted, his body trembled a few times, and should have been angry.

At this time, he suddenly took his eyes off me and looked at Chen Qiuyan.

“I didn’t expect Miss Chen’s family to really mess with Xiao Yan Wang and be together...” He laughed strangely, with some sarcasm in his eyes, and the laughter sounded full of mockery.

“It’s your shit.”Chen Qiuyian looked at him and said uncomfortably.

“Didn’t I talk to her long ago?”What are you pretending to do with me?You just know the news, right?”I frowned and said, “Who are you?”

“Who am I?”

He looked at me with gritted teeth, and the voice grew louder, almost roaring.

“The old man is the bosant!“Who do you think my mother is?”

Hearing this self-introduction, I was still a little confused, looked around, saw that Chen Qiuyan and Soba were dazed, and then carefully asked: "Have we met before?"

"I . . . ." Fu Zibo's dead bit his teeth, the hostility on his body has become murderous, and it is obvious that he has moved his anger: "The surname Shen... don't deceive too much!"When your whole family was burned to death, we saw one in Sichuan, have you forgotten?”

"Fuck you, fuck."I did not swear, think of the grandfather who had only recently entered Lingshan, and they could not help but scold them in their hearts.

Is the whole family burned?Your whole family is... no, it seems like there is such a person.

At that time, I had some contradictions with Stuart's boss, and when I was about to kill the bastard to vent his anger, there was a man in the city of forty-nine who jumped out and disturbed the bureau.

That's him, Blessing.

According to Stuart, this man was not only a gentleman in the city of forty-nine, but also a gentleman within the official, and in ancient times he was definitely regarded as the kind of court magician who ate royal grain.

At first, there was an unpleasant thing between me and him, and how unpleasant it was...so to say that I was not happy with him, almost all of them had reached the point of being able to pick up the graves of the other 18 generations.

"It's you... your dog day two or five..." I was very surprised to look at Fu Zibo, looked up and down a few eyes, can't help but laugh out: "I did not expect you to mix with the old religion of these debris, really fish looking for fish and shrimp to find shrimp, shit shell Lang likes stinky porridge ... ...

“I didn’t think you’d really forget me... if I hadn’t reminded you... would you not have remembered me?”He glared at me with his teeth.

“No.”I laughed, "You're a little fish and shrimp, it's not worth it to me to remember you, but it's also a good thing for you, at least I don't remember your hatred."

“Who is the fish?”Fu Zibo stared at me and asked.

I took a step forward, pulled the evil one aside, signaled it not to me, and let me come.

"I think you're a little fish."

As soon as the voice fell, I pulled out the seedling knife and ran straight to Fu Zibo, thinking of those things that happened when I met him, and the anger in my heart was also rushing up.

“You have to chop up and feed the dog today.”