Qin Yi almost choked to death by this sentence.
He wanted to make Jingze's portrait because he could only feel some soul in the portrait of the woman, but it felt very empty, just a little vague. He couldn't tell if it was "soul ecstasy" or "soul protection", or was it just that he devoted his soul to painting? This is the diametrically opposed concept.
Tassel didn't speak, Qin Yi didn't know what it was thinking, and he didn't want to rely on Tassel for everything, and planned to make some judgments by himself.
So let Jingze paint himself, and it can feel very clear.
As a result, the goods did not earn three hundred taels.
Qin Yi rolled his eyes and saw some peach blossom petals falling on Jingze's body, he secretly flicked his fingers.
The petals quietly turned into a pink veil, draped over Jing Ze.
Jingze bounced like an electric shock, and threw the veil off. He was angry and funny: "Your Excellency is a really virtuous person, why are you still so childish?"
Qin Yi smiled and said, "What does it mean to be childish?"
Jingze sat back again: "Let me wear women's clothes, I can't draw you, what's the use?"
"So you can only draw women?" Qin Yi asked with great interest, "Or do you only want to draw women?"
Jing Ze said: "What the painter paints is the beauty of the world. Only beautiful things are worth pouring into the soul to leave a mark. What beauty can a man paint?"
"It's your fault that you didn't improve your painting, so you're so salty!" Qin Yi said with contempt, "Isn't the beauty of male masculinity beautiful?"
Jingze was silent.
Qin Yi said again, "A small bridge and flowing water are beautiful, but isn't it beautiful to go to the east of the river?"
Jing Ze sighed: "Isn't it good for Your Excellency to sleep with your masculine beauty?"
"What am I..." Qin Yi took out his mace.
Jingze hid for a while.
Qin Yi said, "Would you like to taste this masculinity, is it beautiful?"
Jingze said helplessly: "The guest is an interesting person. Why don't you enjoy this mountain temple with peach blossoms and a magnificent scene in the world, why don't you go and admire me, what do you do with me, a poor painter?"
When he said this, he looked at the temple gate, where many women were entering the temple to worship the Buddha, Yingying Yanyan, betrothing Tingting.
Qin Yi followed his gaze, thoughtfully.
Mountain Temple, Peach Blossom.
I'm afraid he meant otherwise.
"Okay." Qin Yi patted him on the shoulder: "I will come to you when I go to appreciate it."
Jingze watched Qin Yi enter the temple, and then slowly lowered his head to draw a picture of his woman.
An old man passed by and said in a low voice, "The envoy asked you to draw the man just now with a frightening pen."
Jingze's brush paused, leaving a large smudge on the painting. He didn't turn his head and said slowly, "I didn't join the Vientiane Senluo Sect. Who is my ambassador?"
"This sect treats you with the utmost kindness and righteousness, and you won't even help with this little favor? This man is not yours!"
Jing Ze was silent for a long time before he whispered: "I have to see what he does before I can decide."
"Pedantism!" The old man said angrily, "How can the Wandao Immortal Palace produce such a pedantic person!"
"So... Myriad Dao Immortal Palace doesn't accept me. I'm just a poor painter who doesn't even have the threshold of cultivation."
Over there, Qin Yi entered the gate of the temple, and he saw a golden Buddha several zhang tall, laughing with a big belly, surrounded by good men and women devoutly kowtow.
Qin Yi also saw the Buddha bowing, and secretly sensed it, but found nothing unusual.
The Buddhist temple is very large, and obviously there is nothing wrong with this main hall. Qin Yi was just like an ordinary tourist, walking in behind people and bowing in joy.
After passing through the various halls inside, there are countless cigarettes, and the crowd gradually diverts.
At a glance, Qin Yi saw the woman painted by Jingze before, and was walking along a side corridor with the maid. Qin Yi followed curiously, and after walking for a while, he saw a looming side hall in the corner, hidden among the peach blossoms, almost invisible.
At this time, another woman in the side hall happened to come out and left in a hurry. When passing by Qin Yi, the fragrant wind blew past, and bowed his head shyly, with a peach blossom on his face.
Qin Yi walked over slowly and looked up at the plaque in the side hall: "The Hall of Beggars."
Qin Yi smacked his lips, in fact, he had already guessed what the routine was.
I was just a little curious about the specific situation, so I slowly followed in, but there was no guard, unexpectedly, there was a man inside with his wife, kneeling in front of the Buddha statue and praying honestly.
There was a monk standing by, and after seeing them worship, he said, "There is a hall for women, please send your son and mother's blessing, men are not allowed to enter."
The couple obviously didn't have any doubts, the man said: "Then Xiaohua, go and pray, I'll wait outside for a while."
The woman followed the monk into the back door. The man stood outside the door and saw that the peach blossoms were full of trees and the scenery was pleasant.
"..." Qin Yi was dumbfounded by this tune, thought for a moment, hid in a corner that others could not see, and quietly disappeared.
His invisibility is no longer as obvious as when he was a beginner with a semi-blurred outline. Now he has to look carefully to see a little blurred shadow, and he can't see it if he doesn't look closely. As long as you avoid people's eyes and don't sway too much, it's not much different from being invisible.
Qin Yi quietly entered the back door, only to find that there is a corridor inside the back door. There are several small halls in the corridor, which seem to be received separately.
He followed the woman whose husband was waiting outside, and entered the door, and the temple door was quickly closed.
The layout of this small hall is very interesting. There is a very kind Guanyin statue on the front, but there are pink curtains all around, and there is a vague sense of ambiguity. The sandalwood burning in the air obviously has a slight ecstasy and aphrodisiac effect.
Just when Qin Yi was about to quietly add some protection to the woman so as not to be affected by the fascination, she saw the woman leaning on the monk herself, with a charming smile: "My friend, you really want to kill me."
Qin Yi's eyes almost bulged out.
The monk also hugged the woman with a smile, and his big hands began to touch irregularly: "You don't come here often, how can you get a son?"
The woman smiled and said, "That dead ghost can't do it on his own. It's a matter of looking at people. He has to accompany him every time. He has to wait for him to be free."
The monk laughed even more: "Wouldn't it be better if he came to help you and me."
Eyes soon began to irritate in the house. Taking advantage of their enthusiasm, Qin Yi silently opened the door and got out.
I thought that the monk was deceiving, so it seems that he has long been hooked up and turned into an adulterer. What else is there to care about
At this moment, a woman's voice suddenly came from the small hall next door: "Master, please respect yourself, the little girl has a husband's family..."
Qin Yi's heart moved, it was the woman's voice that Jingze had painted before.
The voice of a monk reciting Buddha came: "Madam is confused. If Madam has no children for a long time, it is a seven-point rule. So far, it is nothing more than asking for a child, and this is the Buddha sending a child."
The woman seemed to be hesitant, and after a while, she said firmly: "What's the benefit of deceiving yourself and others? The concubine is not a burden to her husband. If the master wants to be strong, I will..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly groaned, as if he had been knocked unconscious.
The monk said angrily: "Forget it, this is protected by Jingze's portrait, and is not affected by the fascination of this place. Give her to Wangyousan, go to her memory, and let her go back."
Another man said: "It's Jingze who is making trouble again, painting a fart portrait, how can the elders allow him to be so messy."
The monk sighed: "Vientiane Senluozong is protecting him, forget it. In fact, whether it is fascinated or not is only one of them, so many people who have been fooled by us and are really deceived by the Buddha's son are the majority. There are not many, and it is not necessary to have her, and there is no need to do much."
After a pause, he smiled again: "Actually, you won't be fascinated. Once you hook up, you will eat the marrow and know the taste of dry wood and fire. So many brothers say that Jingze nerds are doing all their work, and they even give them nicknames. Jing has joy."
The other man also laughed and said again: "Where's this maid? This is something I haven't painted before, and I can't bear to let it go if it's entangled in me now. Or senior brother, let's do it, that girl belongs to you, and this maid belongs to you. Me, anyway, when the time comes, we will wipe out the memory together, and everyone will not know."
"After the woman was subjected to that incident, her body reacted by itself, how could it be enough to erase her memory? If you are confused for a lifetime, there will be endless troubles, forget it."
"Then don't touch this woman. How about we play this maid together? Anyway, she only knew that she took the initiative to seek pleasure, and she didn't have the face to tell her lady afterwards."
The previous monk was obviously quite moved. The two male voices laughed lowly for a while, and then there was the sound of clothes being torn.
"Bang!" The door was suddenly kicked open, but when he turned around, there was no one there.