Young Master Feiqing glanced at the monks: "Masters, how about you? I, Young Master Feiqing, do what I say, and I will never lie."
As he said that, he pushed one of the women. The monks were trembling in their hearts when they suddenly saw a beautiful woman like a flower bumping into her. They forgot to avoid it or raised their hands to block it.
The warm fragrance and warm jade rushed into the middle-aged monk's arms. The woman's fragrance was overwhelming and penetrated the body and mind like threads. The whole person collapsed to the ground. Then his heart ached and he spit out a mouthful of blood.
The other monks also spit out a mouthful of blood for unknown reasons.
When Master Tianjing saw this, he pointed his finger at the cruel young master and said angrily: "You!"
This group of disciples had been affected by the Nestorian Jade Girl's technique that day. Although the corpse poison had been eliminated from their bodies, their minds were still wavering. The unlucky master's move only added fuel to the fire, causing all the disciples to immediately break the technique.
The unlucky young master smiled lightly and said, "I'm kind to you, but Master doesn't appreciate it. What does it mean to accuse me?"
Tie Xue said something fair: "Master Tianjing is a monk. Unloving young master, what you are doing is causing people to break their precepts and ruin their practice."
The unlucky young master said, "Oh, that's just me being sentimental. Master, I'm really sorry."
Although he said this, he kissed the lips of the woman in his arms and staged a seductive scene in front of all the monks.
This move fell into the eyes of all the monks, just like announcing silver in front of the Buddha. All the monks immediately closed their eyes and did not dare to see it.
Even though I closed my eyes, my mind was still thinking, and sweat was dripping from my forehead.
Although Master Tianjing was angry, he couldn't find any reason to blame him. He could only blame these disciples for their shallow cultivation, and he couldn't even resist such a temptation.
Sitting cross-legged in front of a group of disciples, he shouted like a loud bell: "Sit in meditation and enter concentration!"
All the disciples immediately sat in meditation and fell into concentration, and the sound of Brahma and Brahma came out from the mouth of Master Tianjing and flowed into the hearts of all the disciples of Buddhism.
At this moment, there was movement from the front, Tie Xue and the others looked stern, and quickly ran towards the top of the mountain.
After everyone had gone away, Young Master Wuqing pushed away the beauty in his arms, raised his sleeves and all four female disciples fell down.
The sound of the mantra is gurgling, like smoke lingering among the pines and white snow.
A gust of wind came, and I don't know how much sweeter it is than vegetarian food. Master Tianjing thought for no reason.
Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, saw that the five aggregates are all empty...
Is it the warm wind on the snow-capped mountains? Master Tianjing’s heart chakras were spinning, and his lips kept reciting the Heart Sutra.
To overcome all hardships, the relics are not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from color...
As soon as the warmth subsides, the fragrance returns.
Finally he opened his eyes, a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes were watching, and a graceful and cold face filled his eyes.
It's so beautiful that people want to bow down, but the red lips are slightly raised, full of ridicule, it's the devil who is mocking her.
Tie Xue's guess was correct, the unlucky young man was indeed a fake Nestorian saint.
Right before your eyes, the evidence is as solid as a mountain!
"Master, you shouldn't have come." She called out, which was so sweet that it melted people.
Buddha cannot be achieved without demons, Master Tianjing's mind is stable.
As soon as the Nestorian saint approached, she was suddenly blocked by a round of golden light. The golden light rippled with the Ruyi wheel track pattern, which was the Supreme Vajra City of Shimen.
Master Tianjing said calmly: "You are happy too early."
The Nestorian saint said: "I am not happy at all. On the contrary, I am very sad. I sincerely worship the Buddha. Why does the Buddha force me and kill me..."
Her voice was full of pity, as if she was recounting her tragic fate in front of the Buddha.
Master Tianjing's heart moved and he felt compassion. Although his body did not move, his heart started to shake.
The Nestorian saint passed through this supreme diamond wall like passing through smoke and light.
Whether he took advantage of the situation or wanted to cross her, no matter what, the Nestorian saint entered the barrier.
Master Tianjing said: "That's why there is no color in the air, no feelings, thoughts, movements, consciousness, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance, touch... because of anger and ignorance."
The Nestorian saint said: "I don't believe that the master can do it."
Master Tianjing said: "Donor, let go of your obsessions and get rid of suffering immediately."
The Nestorian saint smiled and said: "Master, let's make a bet. If you can stop being tempted, I will believe you and I will return to your seat and practice with you."
"Donor, please."
Something soft brushed past Master Tianjing's face. Master Tianjing didn't know what it was, but he seemed to be able to feel what it was.
The answer given by the Nestorian saint: "It's a gauze scarf, a gauze scarf for women, a gauze scarf for wiping sweat, a gauze scarf with skin fragrance..."
Master Tianjing knew that it was a gauze scarf, but he didn't know it in his mind. This kind of ignorance that only heard its name but didn't know what it was was moved by his desire for knowledge.
"Master, don't you want to see what kind of scarf this is?"
Her voice was very soft, so soft that Master Tianjing could feel her red lips murmuring as she breathed out low and thin breaths, so soft that he seemed to be able to see how the wind was blowing her hair.
This is not a scarf, this is a woman, something he has never known.
Seeking knowledge and wandering around in vain, Master Tianjing started to seek knowledge.
One eye is all about her.
She has snow-skinned red lips, silky brows and soft eyes, and hair as soft as green willows. Even the clothes she wears on her body become extremely soft and beautiful.
This is a woman! Master Tianjing was moved by the knowledge, and he could clearly feel himself blushing.
Laughter floated in: "Master, am I beautiful?"
The word "beautiful" enters from the hole and penetrates directly into the internal organs, like a fast horse galloping and running wildly.
Master Tianjing struggled for a moment and became confused. What is a woman?
With such obsession, a hand was stretched out towards him. Master Tianjing felt like he was struck by thunder, a feeling he had never experienced before.
He wanted to understand and did not refuse.
Something wrapped him up, like a good quilt, warm and cozy. Master Tianjing began to wonder why he had escaped into Shimen.
To cut off this human nature, who should practice it?
No! Master Tianjing rejected her.
She cried, and the tears slowly flowed down, fainting quietly on her cheeks. She was so sad that Master Tianjing's heart moved again, and he felt compassion.
Although he has entered Buddhism, he still has feelings and a compassionate heart.
Master Tianjing sighed and recited the Buddha's name.
But this woman glanced at him with hatred in her eyes, hating him for not being warm to her, hating him for being ruthless, hating her for not willing to deal with her sorrow.
She coldly and arrogantly scolded him for deceiving the world and stealing his name and pretending to be compassionate.
Just as saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, Master Tianjing raised his hand and pulled her.
The woman fell into his arms, her cold arrogance turned into a charming smile.
She smiled, and Master Tianjing felt warm in his heart.
Something was printed on his face, a little red on his snow-white face, it was her lips.
She also smiled more beautifully. Something was destroying Master Tianjing's strong will. He greedily and despicably wanted to know the word "woman" in his heart.
The gods and Buddhas in the gods were looking at him, looking at him with all sorts of strange things, unable to distinguish between happiness and misery...
Returning to silence, Master Tianjing opened his eyes. The Nestorian saint was right in front of him. Her clothes were intact and she had not moved at all. However, her smile changed and was full of contempt and ridicule.
Everything that happened just now was an illusion. Master Tianjing's body sitting cross-legged was slumped, like a fallen leaf, moving despite the dust of the world.
The Nestorian saint's smile became extremely cold, and a gentle hand fell on the top of his head. This time it was not an illusion.
"You lied to me!"
The head and the protective charm are like tofu...
Master Tianjing was indeed lying to her. Without anger and delusion, would a person still be a human being?
From the moment he stepped into Yuchen Mountain, he had already lost this bet.
Hallucination! Don’t swallow it all without seeing it clearly.
