Chapter 116 No, Extreme Tailai

Aken curled his lips and snorted, "It's embarrassing to take it out and say, who hasn't donated anything."

"Don't do evil as small, and don't do good as small." Zhang Fan is a Tang monk. The key is to see whether you are willing to give up, not whether the donated items are valuable or not. Although that dress is ordinary, it is his favorite, and the meaning is different.

"That's the dress you're talking about." A child's dress floated in the archangel's hand, and the material was not bad.

"This dress is very beautiful." The little angel Angelus flew happily around his clothes. Give it to me, give it to me."

"Of course, diligent Angelus." The archangel Olivia smiled and turned to the shrewd ghost and said, "Do you know that this dress arrived in the disaster area and was divided into the hands of an orphan by a kind rescuer. The orphan felt warmth in his heart because he got the most beautiful of all the donated clothes. After that, he kept wearing it until his clothes were very worn out and he was reluctant to throw them away. From then on, he kept this dress as a souvenir. Every time he sees clothes, he remembers that when he is most difficult, he always has the best gift for his peers to share with him. Therefore, when orphans grow up, they often help orphaned children and out-of-school teenagers. Those who were helped by him went to help more people. This is all the merit of this beloved dress you donated!"

In the pleasant voice of the archangel Olivia, the dress turned into a beautiful veil and wrapped around the little angel Angelius. The little angel also grew up with the wind. It used to be like a baby, talking milky, Yiyi, but now it is slightly larger and grows like a young child.

Archangel Olivia smiled and nodded to Angelus: "Diligent Angelus, you have been favored by your father, but you have to get this grace. How hard you have to do."

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When Zhang Fan saw this scene, he nodded to Aken and said, "I heard that this angel was born with goodwill and a pure good spirit. It seems that what he said is true. They also need to do more good deeds to grow up.

Aken was surprised and said, "Oh, how many good things do you have to do to grow up like that big adult angel!"

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The archangel introduced a group of spirits into the 'Garden of Heaven' and turned to Zhang Fan Aken. Aren't you ashamed that you came to this 'garden of heaven' without bringing gifts?

Aken was about to distinguish, but he saw the archangel Olivia gathered his hands to his chest, and then suddenly got a point. The solid ground under Zhang Fan Aken's feet turned into soft clouds. The two stood unsteadily, and the clouds separated into a hole. Zhang Fan Aken suddenly hung his feet and fell down screaming! ......

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"Hey, hey, wake up! What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Fan and Aken were sweating profusely. When they woke up from their dreams, they saw Green Wings struggling to shake them and call out. Several Christian believers next to them looked at them in surprise.

Zhang Fan looked at Akan with surprise on his face. It turned out that the two fell asleep in the church. Is this just a strange experience just a dream?

Aken took out a thing from his arms, and Zhang Fan sighed. It was a glass test tube full of runes, which gently rippled with a sparkling **, which was the tears of merit and ghosts.

"What's wrong with you? Do you get nervous together?" Green Wing looked at them anly: "What nightmare did you have? It's so unpleasant. The people in the church are all looking at us.

"Haha, we both did a big thing. Make a fortune!" Aken said softly with a smile

Zhang Fan pulled the two of them: "Let's go. We've had enough rest. Let's find land and bus."

On the platform of the sermon hall, an old woman dressed in white priesthood stood in front of the huge cross and recited devoutly: "Blessed is this man who does not follow the schemes of the wicked, does not stand on the path of the sinner, does not sit on the seat of the ungodly, but loves the law of the Lord and the thoughts of day and night. He will be like a tree planted by the stream, which will bear fruit at the time and the leaves will not wither. Everything he did went well. ............”

(Only this article 'Garden of Heaven' pays tribute to the great Danish fairy tale master Mr. Andersen'. The Garden of Heaven described in his fairy tale "A Little Achievement" is my favorite fairy tale in my memory.)

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"What, you have completed the B+ level task! What's the proof?" The land man shouted, "It's impossible! Although the great ghost will not take the initiative to hurt people and has no powerful spells, no matter how high the magic power is, it can't match her merit. It can't be subdued at all! Moreover, she is deeply obsessed and undued. Many monks and powerful practitioners have tried it. How did you get it?"

"Look at it yourself!" Akan handed the glass test tube to the landlord.

"Ah, it's really the tears of the Great Weide ghost. This is the best ghost tears that can extinguish the fire of hell!" The landlord was shocked and said, "How did you get it? This can't be obtained by hard work. Even if it is moderated, she may not have it! Well, the refining technique of this container is so familiar..."

"You don't care, bring the spiritual ticket. If you don't believe it, you can go to the hospital again. Is that big Weide ghost still there!" Akan grabbed the glass test tube and put it in his pocket.

"Impossible, impossible! Although the Great Weide ghost is not very powerful, he is rated as B+ with his merit and deep obsession, but even the supernatural and practitioners above A level can't do anything to her. How can it be possible with you?!" The land man took out a pile of spiritual tickets and shook his head. He didn't believe it.

"I don't have time to talk to you." Aken counted the spiritual tickets and dragged Zhang Fan away.

"Hey, do you sell ghost tears? I bought it at a high price..." the land public shouted.

"You die, stingy." Aken turned around and made a grimace for him again.

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After leaving the landlord's room, Aken was very excited and said to Zhang Fan, "Let's take another task..."

"Stop torturing me and let me take a breath." Zhang Fan frowned and shook his head repeatedly. I wanted to come out and have a good rest for a while, but it turned out to be more thrilling than inside.

"I think this can improve our ability. Don't you feel this way?" Aken pointed out: "When I was in the spiritual world, I felt like it was in the world of the precepts."

"It's a little bit, but now we have run out of soul-moving charms, and we can't go in and experience it anymore." Zhang Fan nodded: "When I was in the spiritual world, when I read the Rebirth Mantra and the Six-character Daming Mantra, I felt a little similar to the skills of the world of the Ring Holder, and it was much more convenient than in the real world."

"We really won't take the task?" Aken is a little unwilling.

"I won't answer." Zhang Fan has made up his mind.

"Let's take the simplest one." Aken took a big step back.

"If you don't answer, don't answer, it's easy to answer! Even if you go to help the monster make soy sauce, you won't answer it.

"Dead..."

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"There has been a big fight here, and the breath is so messy..." Several strange men stood in the outpatient hall of the hospital, and the first fat man sniffed his nose and said.

"Well, there is ghost spirit, demon spirit, aura... Well, why is there a sacred atmosphere? Is the leader in red here? Knights Templar? Not in this area? Aren't those priests so powerful? The Templars don't have such a pure and sacred breath? ......”

"Well, is this? ...Is it immortality? Have you ever been here? Not like? What a domineering! It can actually cut through the space! ...Why is a pot of hodgepodge, all in a mess!" The fat man closed his eyes and looked up and sniffed around.

"Big brother, your talent is powerful, and there is really no breath in the world to run away! No wonder even the master praises you!" The tall man beside him is not flattering. He really admires it. He can only feel that all kinds of breaths here are messy, but the eldest brother can distinguish one by one.

"The master said that those little ghosts were killed, and he asked me to come to rescue in the middle of the night. We rushed to the road in the middle of the night. It seemed that it was over here. Are we late?" The fat man's calculation is in his hand, but his breath is really messy. Some existences are not something that he can measure by himself. How can he calculate accurately? It's just a general feeling that those little guys should be able to turn bad luck into good luck.

These men are Maoshan Taoist priests, and the leading fat man is the Maoshan master disciple who led Zhang Fan.

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At the same time, the back mountain of Maoshan is in charge of the education institute, and the teenager is in charge of teaching a lesson with yam. I am very sure whether to have a gossip or not.

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