Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-Three: All kinds of sins, let the poor road bear it for you
Clang! Clang! Clang...
Kong Qing's body and sword merged into one, turning into a snow-white horse, rolling in the air, flying up and down around a golden human figure, and the sound of gold and iron clashing constantly sounded in the ice cave.
The sword radiated in all directions, stirring the cold air in the ice cave and causing ripples.
Opposite him, the Buddhist Arhat Shi Sengyan has already released the Dharma Appearance Medicine King Bodhisattva in the rosary instrument in his hand. Under the unity of God and self, he can punch with great power and hit his body by ten feet.
The inner seal is watertight.
The battle before him was the first time since Kong Qing became a real person that he purely relied on swordsmanship to deal with an opponent whose level was similar to or even slightly higher than his own.
Kong Qing had always used tricks when dealing with the Snow God Teng Liu or the Sky Fox Hu Meier before, but the strength of the Turkic shaman Sunong Kuli or Madam Ye Ming's dragon girls were too weak to force them out at all.
Kong Qing's full strength. Only the Buddhist Arhat Shi Sengyan in front of him not only had strong enough defense after the unity of God and self, but also the pressure on Kong Qing was high enough...
Of course, he is not high enough to completely suppress Kong Qing. Only such an opponent can allow Kong Qing to fully display his sword skills without any other worries.
Unlike Kong Qing, who was concentrating on it, Shi Sengyan was getting more frightened as he fought, because right in front of his eyes, this young Taoist priest's swordsmanship, although proficient from the beginning, was somewhat mechanical, had made great progress in the battle.
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As the sword light swept through the cave, a bold, unrestrained, fresh and elegant sword intention grew up bit by bit like a seedling.
Simply outrageous!
Cut! Stab! Roll...
In the midst of the fierce battle, Kong Qing felt that his spirit was higher than ever before, and his mind seemed to be clear. He and Gu Chenjian seemed to have completely become one, instead of always having one kind of person like before.
Man, the sword feels like a sword.
At this moment, Kong Qing had completely forgotten the traditional American martial arts Iai gun-drawing technique he had learned from later generations, and he had also forgotten to inform Tianhu that Hu Meier was using illusions to influence Shi Sengyan's actions. As for the degenerate ray gun and the like,
Not to mention recruiting from outside...
Now all his energy has fallen on this Gu Chen sword that has become one with himself.
He can come up with clever tricks in a flash, and he can even take risks when faced with some dangerous situations, and easily pass the danger when there is no chance of it happening.
In such a state of mind, Kong Qing felt that he seemed to have touched some hidden revelation. The Qinglian Swordsmanship, which he was already very familiar with, seemed to be completely transformed in his hands, so much so that even he himself did not recognize it.
Already.
As the battle progressed, Shi Sengyan began to feel that the pressure on him from the young Taoist priest in front of him became more and more intense.
This fight can't go on!
"Namo Amitabha!"
Monk Seng Yan clasped his hands together and blocked Kong Qing's sword to the chest.
"Qingwei Zhenren's swordsmanship is indeed amazing, but the poor monk has other important matters. I'm afraid I won't be able to stay with Zhenren here, so I'll say goodbye!"
As he spoke, he stepped a little lower and his body quickly flew towards the ice cave behind him.
As Monk Sengyan retreated, Kong Qing also woke up from his previous state of miraculous clarity. He looked at Monk Sengyan who retreated into the ice cave with a bit of pride and a bit of pride on his face.
Very pleased.
It turns out that Pindao is so strong when he doesn't use some other tricks!
I am so proud to be a dick!
"Master Sengyan, you want to leave now, it's too late!"
Following Kong Qing's words, Monk Yanyan saw a woman wearing pink clothes suddenly flash out from nearby, holding a bright mirror in her hand and flashing it towards him.
"middle!"
The next moment, Monk Sengyan felt his eyes flash. In an instant, he felt that he was back in his Zen room, with the Lotus Sutra that he often recited in front of him.
"Huh? This is..."
Before Monk Seng Yan could think clearly about what had happened, the Lotus Sutra in front of him suddenly turned over without any wind, and he opened it page by page, and all the handwriting on it turned into letters one by one.
Colorful feathers floated up from the scriptures, forming a pair of colorful wings behind their backs.
Then, Monk Yanyan felt that his body suddenly became very light, and then his wings trembled, and he flew up naturally, flying higher and higher, and finally passed directly through the entire Saha world.
, flew to the Western Paradise.
"Namo Amitabha!"
Monk Yan Yan lowered his head and saw that the Paradise below was decorated with gold, silver, glass, clams, agate and other seven treasures. Gorgeous palaces could be seen everywhere, and both inside and outside the palaces were crowded with heavenly beings emitting holy light.
He looked at himself again, only to realize that he had changed exactly like those heavenly beings at some point, and the two large colorful wings on his side had also turned into a colorful lotus platform.
At this time, he was sitting on the lotus platform, surrounded by densely packed Buddha bodies and Bodhisattvas, six feet tall.
Although they were completely unrecognizable from their appearance, as soon as Monk Sengyan saw these Buddha-bodhisattvas, he immediately understood that they were all transformed into the characters flying out of the Lotus Sutra.
These Buddha-body Bodhisattvas chanted stanzas beside him in unison: "You recite the wonderful Dharma in the troubled world, and the karma of all living beings can only see the words. In fact, the three-body Buddha has perfected himself, and now he has become the wings of his body."
Seeing this scene, Monk Sengyan couldn't help but clasp his hands and shed tears of excitement.
"Namo Amitabha!"
At this time, a certain sky fox used the power of Jing Yuanying, the Seventh Ancient Mirror of the Yellow Emperor, to perform the most powerful illusion in his life. He stared blankly at the man in front of him with his hands clasped together, crying with excitement, and stood there.
Shi Sengyan, the Arhat of the Lotus Sect, remained motionless, with a puzzled look on his face.
"Is he a fake Arhat who is so easily charmed by illusions?"
"Of course not, everyone has desires in their heart, even the monk who claims to have six pure roots is no exception..."
Kong Qing held the magic whip in his hand and walked over slowly and calmly from behind, as if he were playing baseball. He raised the wooden whip in his hand and made a gesture on the back of the head of the excited Shi Sengyan.
"In fact, due to excessive repression, the desires of these bald donkeys are stronger than ordinary people. If the illusion is to be effective, you must find the desire in the other person's heart! For example, the old monk in front of you may not be as drunk as ordinary people.
The desire for wealth, but his desire to join the paradise world is very hot..."
As he spoke, Kong Qing waved his hands, and with the sound of the wooden whip, he hit Shi Sengyan hard on the back of the head.
"It's a pity that he can't go to the paradise he wants. He should just stay on the list for the poor!"
Behind Kong Qing, the list of gods was trembling slightly, and the golden light flickered.
…
When it was almost late at night, Shi Sengyan touched his forehead with his hand and returned to Fahua Temple with a calm face.
"Host! You are finally back."
When the middle-aged monk saw Shi Sengyan coming back, he hurriedly came up to greet him.
"Over there with the Ghost King..."
"The old monk has already dismissed him."
Shi Sengyan nodded slightly to the middle-aged monk as always and clasped his hands together.
"How is the situation in the temple? Princess Pingyang is currently stationed in Mayi. It is best for our Lianzong not to let anything fall into their hands."
"There's nothing big going on in the temple..."
The middle-aged monk replied nonchalantly.
"All inappropriate things have been put away in the warehouse. We are all in the temple and will never be tampered with."
After hearing the middle-aged monk's words, Shi Sengyan silently shook his head.
"This is still a bit inappropriate. Even if there are no outsiders, it would not be appropriate if some uncultivated monks from this temple come across those things."
As he spoke, Shi Sengyan touched his beard with his hand and seemed to think about it seriously.
"Let's do this. Give the old monk the key to the warehouse and let him transfer those things first. We will discuss other matters in the future."
"yes!"
After hearing Shi Senyan's words, the middle-aged monk did not doubt that he was there. He took off a bunch of keys from his waist and handed them over with both hands.
"Abbott, please!"
"Namo Amitabha!"
Shi Sengyan habitually recited a Buddhist name, reached out and took the key from the middle-aged monk's hand, and then waved his hand.
"You go down first, the old monk can do the rest by himself."
Although he felt something strange, the middle-aged monk still obediently agreed and retreated.
After the middle-aged monk left, Shi Sengyan took the key and walked slowly towards the warehouse as usual. When other monks saluted him along the way, he nodded in return as always.
After he opened the door and entered the warehouse and bolted the door from the inside, Shi Sengyan clasped his hands together, showed a respectful look on his face, and bowed slightly to the open space next to him.
"My lord, this is the warehouse of this temple!"
The next moment, Kong Qing's body appeared silently in the open space next to him, with a smile on his lips.
"Very good, now let Pindao see what interesting things are here..."
As he spoke, Kong Qing clasped his hands behind his back, as if he were visiting a supermarket, and began to rummage through the warehouse and pick up items.
"Broken tiger skin can be turned into tiger skin clothing after simple refining, which can turn the person wearing it into a tiger... Master Seng Yan, why do you have such evil things in your warehouse?"
"My lord, please don't misunderstand..."
Shi Sengyan quickly explained.
"This is what the old monk left behind when he specially found those people who were cursed by Pilu Temple and turned into tigers from the mountains during this period, and then helped them lift the curse. They are all things that are ready to be destroyed."
Kong Qing looked at Shi Sengyan intently for a while, then nodded.
"Okay, I believe it!"
As he said that, he turned his head again and focused on the other things.
"This is... a dragon blood cup, a cup made of solidified dragon ointment blood. Drinking from this cup can quickly arouse the yang... Master Seng Yan, you want to make something like this that can be used as an aphrodisiac in the monk's temple.
What? It’s so evil..."
As he spoke, Kong Qing flicked his hand, and a purple-black cup disappeared.
"Let Pindao handle it for you!"
"yes!"
Shi Sengyan looked at Kong Qing and smiled bitterly.
"If the Lord likes it, feel free to take it!"
"What is this again?"
The next moment, Kong Qing's eyes fell on a cyan, jade-like wine bottle.
"The Qingtian Pot is a wine pot carved from the Qingtian core of the Wusun Kingdom. As long as water is poured into it, it will turn into wine in one hour, mellow wine in two hours, and bitter spring in three hours... Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
Kong Qing turned his head and looked at Shi Sengyan.
"Master Sengyan, why are there things in your warehouse that can be used as aphrodisiacs or can be used to make wine? Shouldn't monks stay away from wine and sex?"
Monk Seng Yan smiled bitterly again.
"My lord, it is precisely because we stay away from wine and sex that these things are in the warehouse instead of the old monk's Zen room!"
Kong Qing blinked silently.
"What you said makes sense. Well, since you don't need it, I will reluctantly help you deal with it. Alas! Let me take care of all the sins for you!"
With that said, Kong Qing touched it with his hand, and the Qingtian pot disappeared without a trace.
Shi Sengyan looked at the righteous Kong Qing in front of him and lowered his head silently.
"..."
"We, the common people, are so happy today!"
After searching the Lianzong's warehouse, Kong Qing became very happy. While humming a ditty from a thousand years later, he penetrated the demon refining pot with his spiritual mind and sorted out the newly obtained items in his warehouse.
nice one.
"Put this here, put this here, this... wait! Why is this L'Oreal gift bag still here?"
Kong Qing felt the scene in the warehouse coming from his spiritual thoughts, with a puzzled look on his face.
"Hasn't this thing been given to Sanniang by Pindao?"