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The snail is divided into left-handed and right-handed, but in the Buddhist path, the right-handed snail has always been regarded as one of the eight great Buddhist instruments. It is said that when Sakyamuni Buddha first turned the Dharma wheel in Luyeyuan, Indra gave the Buddha a white right-handed snail. Since then, the Buddha will hold this white right-handed snail in his hand when he preaches and teaches. Over time, the right-handed snail has a peaceful and complete magic power after being infused with the Buddhist scriptures. Once the conch is blown, a wisp of Buddha can be heard. Since then, the right-handed snail has become one of the most famous magic tools in the Buddhist path.

Of course, this is the legend of the right spiral snail. As for whether it is true or not, no one knows it. Later, the right spiral snails that were spread throughout the world were controlled and immersed by some Taoist monks. These monks would hold the right spiral in their hands when chanting scriptures for decades, especially when preaching, they would let the Buddha's voice be transmitted through the conch. After years of years, the right spiral snails became a treasure of Buddhism and Taoism. If any temple could use this right spiral snail to spread the scriptures, it would definitely have twice the result with half the effort. However, there were very few right spirals that could be passed down from generation to generation, because there were not many monks who could attain enlightenment.

It is said that there are indeed several right-handed snail magic tools circulating in the Buddhist teachings, but few people know where these snails are worshipped. No matter where they are built, they must be treasures for temples. Their value is not much worse than relics.

A white right-handed snail was lying in Wang Xianzhi's hand. What's amazing is that the magic snail is decorated very exquisitely. There are several gems inlaid on the snail, and a circle of gold is plated on the snail. Not to mention whether this right-handed snail is a treasure of Buddhism and Taoism, just because of its artistic value, it is absolutely amazing.

Several monks from the Hangkong Temple were suddenly shocked, and the desire in their eyes flashed. Wang Xianzhi smiled inexplicably and said, "Monks, please be careful and greedy, you all seem to have not achieved your home? Masters..."

Master Cao frowned and said a little angry: "What are you saying? We are still on the road to practice, so we naturally haven't achieved our goal. A little bit of anger and greed is understandable. The Buddha is not so stingy. Guanyin almost strangled the monkey to death in anger. The Buddha Tathagata pressed the monkey at the foot of the Five Fingers Mountain when he was upset. They have not yet quit their anger!"

Wang Xianzhi threw the right-handed snail in his hand and said, "So, do you want to be greedy for the magic snail in my hand? After all, there are a few relics hanging in the sky temple, but there is not a single right-handed snail?"

Master Cao's lips twitched a few times, sighed quietly, and said, "My brother Que really has a problem for me. Why do I feel that he doesn't seem to be kind to you?"

Wang Xianzhi was silent for a while, nodded and said, "I think he is indeed a little bit shy if you say that..."

A few days later, at the entrance of Qiannan Railway Station, a woman wearing Miao costume with plain face facing the sky, slapped her face with her hands, wiped the sweat beads on her forehead with one hand, and looked at the train that was about to check tickets in more than ten minutes, saying, "Oh, I'm in the mountains, I don't know how many days I have passed in the world, and I almost forgot what my father told me to take the fool to the Mausoleum of the First Emperor in two months, and I don't know if I'll still go to the trip. If it's too late, will my impression of Wang Dad be deducted a little?"

Twenty minutes later, Mao Xiaocao got on a high-speed train, came to the seat to put his luggage, and leaned against the car window and shook his cheeks outside the car window.

"Hey, sorry, this lady, I'll ask if you are sitting by the window?"

Not long after Xiaocao was pondering, someone next to him asked. When Mao Xiaocao turned around, he saw a man wearing a white T-shirt and jeans standing in the aisle, which felt like a slutty Oppa.

Xiaocao was stunned for a moment, took out the ticket and looked at the seat number again, nodded and said, "Yes, it's just by the window."

Oppa looked at his ticket carefully again, and then said apologetically: "Sorry, I misread it. I took the aisle. Haha, I used to take the plane and rarely take the high-speed rail. I'm not very used to it."

Xiaocao smiled politely and turned her head over. Oppa licked his lips, looked down at Xiaocao's chest that could break big stones. After sitting next to her, her eyes shone a little and continued, "Look at your ticket, it seems that you are also from Sichuan?"

Oppa's eyes were like flashing lights, and kept flashing with the grass. To be honest, this girl was definitely not a woman who was so beautiful, but she sat there like a lotus that was not stained with mud, and was not stained with the world. To put it in a saying, it was a clear and clean person at first glance, which was very capable of making men have the idea of ​​protecting and conquering.

If it were Wang Jingzhe, he would definitely not think of so many adjectives. At most, he would say one thing, which may be the fragrance of the soil.

Hearing the other party talking on his own initiative, Mao Xiaocao turned around and smiled, saying, "Can I do something?"

Oppa was stunned and said, "No, not..."

"Do you want to flirt with me?" Mao Xiaocao closed his hair.

Oppa was stunned again. He didn't expect that the woman looked very gentle, and she got a bayonet as soon as she opened her mouth, turning from a lotus to a rose, and speaking too thorny: "Uh, that's that..."

Mao Xiaocao smiled, blinked her beautiful big eyes, and said, "When you get off the bus in Sichuan, you can treat me to a meal, okay?"

Oppa's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly and said, "Chinese or Western food, or a combination of Chinese and Western food, there is absolutely no problem!"

Mao Xiaocao said with a smile: "Just eat some, I won't pick it."

At the same time, at the foot of Mount Li.

Two figures appeared at the foot of Mount Li. One of them looked up at the tombstone of the First Emperor on the top of the mountain, and suddenly shouted: "I rode a white horse, walked three passes, changed my clothes and returned to the Central Plains..."

A middle-aged man was holding a young man in his twenties. The young man's eyes were a little dull, his mouth was grinning, and his saliva dripped onto his front, and his expression looked quite stupid.

"At that time, your father, I had a similar numerology to you. Five disadvantages, three defects, and hundreds of ghosts were plagued by ghosts. Only by reversing the heavens and changing fate can we overcome this hurdle..." Middle-aged man rubbed his head and said softly: "Since your numerology has changed, I have taken you to search for the world but have not broken this shackle. I almost regret it. Fortunately, there is no way out for heaven. Now there is another opportunity in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor. All I can do is to spend my whole life and break the shackles of fate for you. As for whether it can be accomplished, it all depends on your fate..."

After a while, Qin Village behind the Mausoleum of the First Emperor.

Wang Xianzhi stood at the entrance of Qincun Village and saw the middle-aged figure. He smiled and asked, "Are you here?"

The middle-aged man sighed and said, "Is it all for the children..."
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