Chapter 4037 Orb Ksitigarbha

The Tianlong departed from Tianhuang Ferry, entered a wide tributary of the Santu River, and sailed away at high speed.

Not long after, the star of life and death disappeared from the sight of the monks.

Many people will spend the rest of their lives on the other side of the starry sky, and the possibility of returning to hell is extremely slim.

It will take three months to travel from the world of life and death to the Tianlong's destination, the "Wanliu Realm". At that time, we will enter the hinterland of heaven and wilderness, far away from the hell realm, and truly reach the frontier of civilization in the center of the universe.

Three months, for a monk practicing in seclusion, is just a blink of an eye.

Even monks who don't want to practice will never be bored on the Tianlong.

The Tianlong was transformed from the skeleton of a divine dragon. It is the largest divine ship of the Meng family that travels to the hell realm. It is five hundred miles long and looks like a mountain shrouded in divine light.

On the divine ship, there are twenty-seven holy mountains, twelve temple complexes, several lakes, covered with sacred trees, and hundreds of flowers. The number of attendants and holy army guards alone reaches 300,000.

The Tianlong is the divine ship of the Meng family, and is rarely deployed once in a thousand years.

Zhang Ruochen stood on the Yunxia Holy Mountain at the stern of the ship, looking at the gray mist of death on the Santu River and the brightly lit palaces at the foot of the mountain. Infinite sorrow emerged in his mind.

Fanchen sat on the edge of the cliff, not drinking, with his hands on his legs, listening to the laughter and the uncertain sound of the piano coming from the palaces below the mountain.

Zhang Ruochen said to himself: "There are many extraordinary characters hidden on this ship. How strong are you? Can you deal with them?"

Fanchen shook his head gently and said: "My cultivation is very unstable, with highs and lows. In fact, you don't have to worry. As long as we are restrained enough and don't mix anything, we don't have to be afraid of them."

Zhang Ruochen said: "Everyone is already involved, do you think you can stay out of it?"

"My body is like a bodhi tree, my mind is like a mirror stand. I am at ease, why should I worry about my heart? Taoist Master, you just have too many ties and your life is too tiring. How about we get drunk tonight and then rest? What if you are drunk?

No need to think about it.”

Fanchen took off the wine bag from his waist and shook it towards Zhang Ruochen.

"Ding ding!"

A crisp and strange sound came from a distance.

At the same time, a burst of charming female fragrance blew in the wind.

Zhang Ruochen and Fanchen turned around and looked.

They saw a Buddhist cultivator holding a silver-white tin staff walking out of the night and heading straight towards them.

This Buddhist cultivator wears a monk's robe with a tight waist and wide sleeves. The style is quite unique. It is a wrap-around garment made of rectangular pieces of cloth of various colors.

On her slender waist, she wears a fist-sized orb, which shines like a lamp.

The lower body has high slits, and when walking, the jade legs lift up the monk's robe, and even the roots of the thighs, which are as white as fat, are looming, with full curvature and extremely fragrant.

However, she was wearing a cloak hat on her head, and the sleeves of the hat were covered with "swastika" marks, so it was completely unclear what she looked like.

"Amitabha! Well, I am at ease, why should I worry about my heart? I am a Buddhist nun, Baozhu. Is it possible for me to make friends with you two?"

While she was speaking, she had already arrived in front of Zhang Ruochen and Fanchen. The brilliance from the orbs on her waist made her slender jade legs exposed outside the monk's robes even more white and delicate.

The skin is so white that it is no different from the fairy crystal or jade.

Because of cultivation, many women can develop flawless white skin.

However, the female Buddhist cultivator in front of me has abnormally white skin.

Just the exposed part gives people a fatal attraction. I am afraid that any man in the world will not be able to help but rush forward to kiss and lick it when he sees it.

Other women need to rely on their appearance, figure, and attraction, but she only needs an inch of skin to achieve it.

This is definitely a deliberate practice.

It's a pity that she met Zhang Ruochen and Fanchen, one was determined and the other was in a flawless state of mind.

The two of them looked at her for a long time, and then their eyes became strange.

Everyone could see that her cultivation was astonishingly advanced.

Fanchen spoke very directly, saying: "Are you a Buddhist cultivator? A Buddhist cultivator reveals so much?"

The female Buddhist cultivator named Baozhu was not angry at all and said with a smile: "Master can drink and eat meat with ease, why can't a poor nun be more comfortable with his clothes? It's human nature. Naturally, we should be sincere. Why hide it?

?”

"this……"

Fanchen was speechless for a moment.

Zhang Ruochen criticized: "Look at you, are you too narrow-minded? You even say that you are an eminent monk, but you can't see through this. Immeasurable Heavenly Lord! Poor Taoist Shengsi, I don't know where Master Tai came from, and why did he end up on the Heavenly Dragon?"

The orb pressed down gently, and the tin staff was firmly planted on the ground, and said: "You two are rare and profound people with a rare nun. Why don't we all drink and chat at the same time? The nun treats you two the same way.

So curious."

Just when Zhang Ruochen and Fanchen didn't know how to answer, Baozhu grabbed the wine bag in Fanchen's hand and took it away.

Don't let go of the mortal world.

However, the orb was still taken away.

Baozhu sat down on the left side of Fanchen, with her extremely slender legs hanging naturally on the cliff. She lifted up her swastika cloak and hat, revealing a young and charming face, with long black hair and dark eyebrows like willow leaves.

, his eyes are clean from dust, his red lips are like gems, and he has a very spiritual temperament.

She has both a beauty that transcends the mundane world and a free and uninhibited freedom.

If you look at an inch of her skin, you can't help but want to kiss her. Then after seeing her face, you will want to hold her in your arms, take everything you want, and don't want to share it with anyone.

Compared with Venerable Cihang, it is completely another extreme.

The beauty of Venerable Cihang makes it impossible for anyone to feel any blasphemy, but his character is a little too reserved.

Zhang Ruochen has seen many beautiful women, but the orb still made his eyes shine. This kind of beauty is no different from that of the Moon God and Wuyue!

Unscrewing the lid of the wine bag, she thought for a moment, handed it to Zhang Ruochen first, and said, "How about you go first, Taoist Priest?"

"How about...him first?"

Zhang Ruochen pointed at Fanchen.

Fanchen quickly waved his hand and said, "The young monk doesn't like drinking that much either."

"hehe!"

Bao Zhu smiled and drank directly from the wine bag without thinking about whether Fan Chen had drank it with his mouth.

"This...can't be done, can't be done..."

The mortal world wants to stop it, but it is too late.

When a beauty drinks wine, it is extremely pleasing to the eye, and the orb is elegant but not artificial.

Some wine spilled from the corner of her mouth, flowed down her slender jade neck, and soaked her clothes.

"Next, which of you will go first?"

After taking a sip of Baozhu, he was very intoxicated and handed it to Zhang Ruochen and Fanchen.

"Amitabha!"

Fanchen closed his eyes and could no longer face his own wine bag. How could he still dare to pick it up?

I have never seen such a bold and unrestrained female Buddhist cultivator.

At this moment, Fanchen finally realized that his practice was still not enough. He could be calm in the face of death, but he was still afraid of women.

Baozhu smiled like a silver bell and said: "The little monk has been frightened to death! Taoist priest, what about you?"

She raised her head like a flower and the moon, narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked at Zhang Ruochen, who was standing upright two steps away, with a provocative attitude.

There have always been very few men who can see an inch of her skin without going crazy.

But the monk in front of her was so incredible that he could maintain his composure even after seeing her appearance, which naturally aroused her desire to win.

"Drinking, Pindao has never been afraid of anyone. But his wine is too ordinary, how can it be intoxicating?"

Zhang Ruochen, minding his own business, took out a bronze wine pot from the space in his sleeve, held the spout in his mouth, took a long sip, and then said: "I am a poor man, this is the fine wine, drink it yourself!"

"Since it is fine wine, why doesn't Taoist Master know how to share it?"

As Baozhu finished speaking, the bronze wine bottle somehow fell into her hands.

She held the wine bottle in both hands and raised it to the height of her eyes. She gently moved her lips forward. When she was about to touch the spout, she glanced at Zhang Ruochen affectionately and then slowly took it in her mouth.

His movements and eyes are full of "desire".

For a moment, Zhang Ruochen only felt that what she was holding was not the spout of a wine pot, and it was a very subtle and immersive feeling.

Fanchen on the side took a sneak peek and immediately closed his eyes. His lips seemed to be trembling, and he seemed to be just chanting sutras quickly.

Zhang Ruochen is much more free and easy than ordinary people, and he is not confused when it comes to "desires". He said: "I have never seen a woman like Shitai. Her lust is clearly written on her face, but she is not annoying."

"You can't hate it, but you just like it?"

Baozhu wiped the corner of his mouth and handed the bronze wine bottle to Zhang Ruochen.

"There are two ways to look at people. Either look down on them or look up to them, and those passers-by who are ignored are naturally not one of them. When I look at Shitai, it is the third way, neither light nor heavy, neither disgusted nor happy."
To be continued...