Zhang Qing saw that Sun Erniang had no choice but to deal with the man in front of him. He knew that it was useless to fight hard, so he might as well give in and say something nice.

Not only can it avoid the immediate disaster, but it can also turn hostility into friendship and create an extra retreat.

But Sun Erniang has been in the world since she was a child, but she has a stronger temperament than men.

How could he bear Lingqing looking at him like he was looking at meat on a chopping board?

In addition, when I saw him being so unrelenting, I suddenly felt bad in my heart.

He pushed open the table in front of him and rushed towards Lingqing, shouting: "I have seen a lot of bird-like women like you who are like you, who are knocking the bones and sucking the marrow, and talk about men stealing and women being prostitutes.

I wish I could peel you all off and eat them all, it will make my mother feel sick."

Then when she got closer, she realized that there was some kind of Taoist in front of her, it was clearly a ball of fire.

Blood red fire.

In Zhang Qing's eyes, his wife had just lost her temper and pushed the table open, and was about to pounce, but she froze on the spot.

Then a ball of blood flames was seen burning from under her body, turning her into a burning person in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Qing's eyes were split open when he saw it, and he shouted and rushed towards Ling Qing, "You are so unmerciful, you actually used magic to burn my wife's family to death."

However, like Sun Erniang, she rushed forward and saw a ball of blood flames in her arms.

The two men who were helping them saw that Sun Erniang and Zhang Qing were both burning with demonic fire and were motionless. They screamed and ran out the door.

Ling Qing flicked the fly whisk, and red lotus karma fire burst out from both of them, but in an instant, they were burned to ashes.

Although Emperor Miaojing is not around now, his clone that has been refined by Lingqing can naturally use the magical power of the red lotus karma fire.

Zhang Qing panicked when he saw his body on fire. He beat the flames on his body and shouted for help.

But when he opened his eyes and looked around, he found that there was a temple on fire all around him. There were some bright-headed monks beside him who were caught in the sea of ​​​​fire just like him.

He rolled around trying to put out the fire on his body and cried out hoping someone would come to save him.

But outside the sea of ​​fire, there was a man holding a torch in one hand and a simple knife in the other, watching coldly.

In the midst of the fireworks, Zhang Qing saw that the man was about twenty-five or sixty years old, with a face with three fists and bones, and a few moustache. He looked familiar to him.

It was only when he was burned to death that he suddenly realized that the man looked exactly like him, didn't he?

As his vision went dark, he woke up again in a sea of ​​fire, but this time it was as if he had changed his body.

All the hatred for "Zhang Qing" surged in his heart. Looking at the indifferent demon, he rushed towards him with the flames all over his body.

However, after only a few steps out of the sea of ​​​​fire, he fell to the ground, unwilling to look at the demon so close in front of him and died with hatred.

What he saw before he died was a blade of light that was as biting as the cold wind.

In such reincarnations one after another, one has to endure the pain of being burned by fire for twenty or thirty times in every life.

Until the end, he was like an old monk, sitting upright in the meditation room. Suddenly he smelled smoke and saw a fire outside the door.

He opened the door and saw that the entire temple had turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the monks all over the temple were running away and wailing in the sea of ​​fire.

And outside the sea of ​​fire, there was a man holding a torch and a steel knife, looking at the scene in front of him with a contented face.

Smiling like a demon, he recognized that it was Zhang Qing who grew vegetables in the temple.

I couldn't help but shout the Buddha's name loudly, "Namo Amitabha!"

Then he recited the Purana Sutra, "Namo Amitabha Ye Duotagadu Ye Duo Di Yeta Amita Amitabha Via Amitabha Duo Sitapa Vi..."

The sound of the Buddha resounds throughout the body and mind, without the slightest resentment or hatred. Instead, the heart is filled with light.

It wasn't until it was swallowed up by a fire that the Buddha's voice stopped, and in a daze there was a little light rising and falling in the fire.

The light surged and swallowed him up, and he came to a vegetable garden again.

Thinking of the dispute with the monk in the temple during the day, my heart was filled with evil spirits and I couldn't sleep because of my thoughts.

Looking at the oil lamp on the table, the anger in my heart seemed to turn into a ball of flame burning.

He grinned, went to find a wooden stick outside the door, returned to the house, found a piece of cloth to wrap it around, soaked it in sesame oil, and lit it on an oil lamp.

When he got out of the door, he lit a torch in a dry place and walked around the temple until the whole temple was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

He held a torch and looked at the monks who used to be high above the fire, wailing bitterly, and his heart was filled with joy.

The monk who argued with him during the day was full of resentment, but he could only slowly struggle to stand in front of him and was hacked to death by him.

He just watched little by little, watching them slowly die.

Until an old monk with white eyebrows and beard walked out of the Zen room, he looked at me with eyes that showed no hatred, no pity, and no mercy.

Just act like you don't see yourself.

He couldn't help but feel even more angry, flooding like the sea of ​​fire in front of him.

"Why doesn't he hate himself? Why doesn't he take himself seriously?"

He was so excited that he rushed into the sea of ​​fire, grabbed the monk who was chanting sutras with his eyes closed, and asked: "You monk, are you still looking down on me here when you are about to die?"

The flames had already burned his body, but he didn't notice it at all. He just looked at the old monk in front of him with angry eyes.

"All dharmas arise due to causes and conditions, I say this is the cause and condition; when the causes and conditions are exhausted, they cease to exist, I say so." The old monk opened his eyes and said a verse.

"It's not that I look down on you, it's that you look down on yourself.

It was not you who killed me, it was me who caused this to cause death.

I also hope that in the future you can see your true heart clearly, not be disturbed by evil thoughts, and return to your true colors.

Go for it!”

As he spoke, the old monk pushed him, and a ray of light flashed through, sweeping away the flames on his body.

And when the light dissipated and the scenery in front of him changed, he returned to the hotel on the cross slope.

Ling Qing's surprised eyes appeared in front of his eyes.

When Lingqing uses red lotus karma to burn people, he can watch what they do in the illusion from the perspective of a bystander.

But this is extremely demanding on the mind, and you will be affected by it if you are not careful.

Therefore, generally speaking, he would shield them and only let Emperor Miaojing carry them.

But there were only two people at this time, and they were extremely important two people, so he was naturally watching from the sidelines.

He was not surprised to see Zhang Qing experiencing various pains of being burned and killed.

However, the old monk was able to push Zhang Qing out of the illusion and extinguish the karma on his body, which Ling Qing did not expect.

It seems that, as Fuyaozi said, it is not just him and himself who are paying attention to these evil stars.

Zhang Qing woke up, looked at the scene in front of him, and knew that this was Ling Qing's method.

Seeing that the demonic fire on his body was gone, and seeing that the demonic fire on Sun Erniang's body had not disappeared, and her body and clothes were not burned, she knew she was not dead yet.

So he knelt on the ground and begged, asking Lingqing to let his wife go.

Ling Qing had no intention of burning them to death, but now that he was free of karma, he no longer cared about him.

He ignored him as he kowtowed to the side and continued to look at Sun Erniang.

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