"Pa!" A stick monk raised his stick and struck at him. Qin Yi turned sideways slightly and hit his knee on the stick monk's abdomen. The stick monk foamed at the mouth and fainted.
"You deserve a stick." Qin Yi complained and suddenly stretched out his hand.
Another stick came from the other side, and he grabbed it tightly. The stick monk tried to pull it out, but he couldn't pull it out with all his strength, and his face turned red from holding back.
Qin Yi flew up and kicked him more than ten feet away, hitting him hard against a peach tree.
"What a pity. What a peach blossom."
Within a moment, a group of practicing stick monks had passed out on the floor. Qin Yi looked around, turned to Jingze and said, "You will handle it?"
Jingze hesitated for a moment: "Okay."
Qin Yi flew up and went straight to Hongfa Temple.
That Jingkong had already taken advantage of the stick monk to block Qin Yi and ran away long ago.
Qin Yi knew that there must be some arrangements for the main court in the temple, but he was really fearless at this time.
He could feel that although Jingkong was at the eighth or ninth level of Fengchu, the realm was the same, but the quality of mana was a bit far behind his own. The "qi", which also belonged to nothingness, was in the visible stage. If he were a vast visible solid steam, Jingkong would be at most
It's just a little bit of thin mist. The two are not on the same level at all.
He can probably be crushed by just fighting with martial arts, but Taoism is actually not his main support.
If you dare not enter the temple despite such a huge gap, this practice will be in vain.
Passing by the "Qiuzi Palace", Qin Yi stopped for a moment and released a flame with a snap of his fingers.
Not long after, tourists and pilgrims inside and outside the temple saw thick smoke rising from the direction of Qiuzi Hall, and flames reaching into the sky. Someone shouted: "The water is flowing! The water is flowing!"
The temple was in chaos. The ordinary monks did not think too much and immediately fetched water to extinguish the fire. Countless pilgrims and tourists rushed in to fetch water from nearby streams and planned to help extinguish the fire.
The first time they rushed into the Qiuzi Hall, everyone was stunned.
Where the thick smoke started, several pairs of monks and women ran out in disheveled clothes, and some were wrapped in sheets and rushed out... Looking at the white flowers, many people opened their mouths, and the buckets in their hands were all wet.
Lost.
The other monks who put out the fire felt something in their hearts and secretly said something was wrong: "Dear donors, this is a misunderstanding. What everyone sees is an illusion, an illusion set up by the Buddha..."
"Fuck your mother's hallucinations!" A strong man squeezed through the crowd, grabbed the monk and beat him: "My wife went into your ruined temple, came home depressed, and committed suicide within a few days. I still want to know what happened, please forgive me.
My wife’s fate is coming!”
There was a chaos outside the hospital, with people crying, roaring, chasing, and playing flutes. All kinds of sounds resounded through the sky. No one even put out the fire.
Qin Yi quietly rescued several women who were intoxicated and unable to come out, and placed them in the peach forest outside the temple. Such innocent people cannot be rushed in to watch, so it is best to let them leave quietly.
After doing all this, he turned to look at the chaotic Qiuzi Hall. Qin Yi smiled slightly and walked into the Zen courtyard at the rear.
As soon as I stepped in, I saw three old monks standing in a triangle, forming seals and silently reciting the Dharma, while around them were several enchanting women dressed in extremely revealing clothes, dancing with ribbons.
At that moment, the scenery in the monastery seemed to have changed.
It's like being in the land of the Blissful Buddha, under the Bodhi tree, the Buddhas are singing, the goddesses are scattering flowers and dancing, the heavenly fragrance is lingering, and the wonderful scene is whirling. The light of the Buddha is shining, melting and warm, peaceful and peaceful.
In the midst of this Buddha's light and peace, a venomous snake quietly approaches from beneath your feet.
Qin Yi had no expression on his face, turned his hands over, and two balls of flame ignited in his hands.
Then the flames rushed left and right, and the violent tongues of fire engulfed the poisonous snake in an instant.
The screams of monks came from the left and right, and the chants of the Buddhas became louder. In the illusion, nectar fell from the sky and extinguished the fire.
"Duh!"
The Buddha's angry voice burst out, like a hammer vibrating in his soul: "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately!"
Qin Yi smiled and didn't even use the Qingxin Jue. This is actually just a very basic spiritual influence. Just like mortal martial arts, there are similar soul-stirring techniques. Those who are not strong-willed can easily be hit in the heart and lose their fighting spirit.
But the impact on his practice has been minimal.
There is also a vague Sanskrit chant lingering in my ears: "The sea of suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will reach the shore..."
Over and over again, constantly patrolling.
Qin Yi dug his ears and suddenly said: "Stop playing with these things, I'll show you something fun."
As he spoke, he took out three small silver coins and threw them into the air.
The silver suddenly turned into three shiny bald monks. Their heads were chanting bit by bit: "One monk carries water to drink, two monks carry water to drink, and three monks have no water to drink..."
There were women around who couldn't help laughing.
The solemn, kind and mighty Buddha realm was mixed with something extremely inconsistent. The whole illusion got stuck and then shattered.
There was still a Zen temple in front of him. The dancing of the "goddess" around him had long stopped. The three old monks were staring at Qin Yi with blood bleeding from the corners of their mouths.
"As expected, the donor has profound spiritual practice and is not deceived by the mind." Jingkong gritted his teeth and said, "But it would be too much for the donor to break into the courtyard alone. Finally, I would like to advise the donor, if you leave like this, you and I will not offend the river.
Don’t blame me for using Buddhist treasures if you are stubborn and stubborn! Your Fengchu practice can’t handle it!”
Qin Yi didn't answer, as if he was preparing some big move.
Jingkong's expression turned serious and he slowly took out a golden female statue.
This female statue is very similar to the attire of the surrounding "goddess". They are all covered with light gauze, revealing large areas of pink legs and jade arms. The slender waist is exposed, and the key parts are slightly covered, looming. Although the ribbons are fluttering
, seems to be very fairy-like, but it gives people a sense of extreme temptation at the first sight.
A whisper-like sigh came to his ears, and Qin Yi clearly felt desire rising all over his body. At the same time, the eyes of those "goddess" also fell into mist, and their dancing postures resumed, but they were no longer peaceful as before.
Full of enchantment and charm. Between the opening and closing of the cherry lips, gentle gasps and low moans linger in the ears and draw into the heart.
The golden statue seemed to have turned into a human body, looking like a stunning goddess, walking gracefully, its body leaning against Qin Yi as soft as a bone, twisting gently like a snake, and slowly peeling away the veil.
Qin Yi seemed to have completely fallen into the sea of desire. His eyes were blank at first, but then revealed clear desire. The flames in his hands that were condensing the fire had dissipated, and instead he hugged him tremblingly, as if he wanted to touch the golden statue.
woman.
The woman smiled seductively, and her peach-shaped cut pupils slowly turned golden.
And Qin Yi's movements became more and more difficult, as if he wanted to resist, but couldn't control himself.
Jingkong laughed loudly: "Even those with a heart of music will inevitably be burned by desire and entangled by inner demons under this Buddha treasure. It is better for the donor to stop struggling and be picked up by the goddess and transformed into our practice."
Qin Yi struggled with his eyes and shouted sharply.
The female statue paused, and Qin Yi also paused. There seemed to be an invisible aura lingering in the middle. It was Qin Yi's practice that was in a stalemate with the Buddha.
Jingkong's expression changed. He didn't expect this young man to be so determined in his practice. He winked at the two old monks on the left and right, and the three of them leapt over together, hitting Qin Yi's heavenly spirit with three palms from different directions.
Qin Yi shouted loudly, and finally took the mace in his hand, sweeping it in a circle. The expressions of the three monks turned serious, and each of them gathered Buddha's light in their hands, and they all slapped the mace.
Even so, the three old monks were still unable to withstand Qin Yi's outburst, and were all swept away. Jingkong was in the air, and suddenly shouted: "Donor, if you don't take action yet, how long will it take!"
The sound of ghost cries suddenly sounded in the air, as if thousands of evil ghosts with endless shadows suddenly got into this charming and murderous aura and wrapped around Qin Yi's body.
The three old monks were surprised to see Qin Yi's struggling eyes disappear for an instant, and there seemed to be a smile on his lips.
"boom!"
In the center of the battle, Qin Yi suddenly disappeared, and all the thousands of ghost cries hit the female statue. The goddess flew away and turned into a golden statue again.
At the same time, a snake sprang out from the ground. After leaving the battle, it quickly transformed into Qin Yi and struck the wall with a stick: "Wanxiang Senluo Sect, I have been pretending to be a pig for so long, and you are the one I have been waiting for!"