"Clap!" A stick monk raised his stick and slashed, Qin Yi turned slightly to the side, a knee hit the stick monk's lower abdomen, and the stick monk passed out with foam at the mouth.
"You are also equipped with a stick." Qin Yi suddenly reached out his hand while complaining.
Another stick was knocked on the other side, and he grabbed it tightly. The stick monk wanted to pull it out, but he couldn't pull it out with all his strength, and his face was flushed red.
Qin Yi flew with a kick, kicked him more than ten meters away, and slammed into a peach tree.
"It's a pity that the peach blossoms are beautiful."
It didn't take a moment for a group of monks who had practiced quite a bit to pass out. Qin Yi looked around, turned to Jingze and said, "Will you deal with it?"
Jingze hesitated for a moment: "Okay."
Qin Yi flew up and went straight to the Hongfa Temple.
That clearance had already run away while the stick monk was blocking Qin Yi.
Qin Yi knew that there must be some arrangements for the home court in the temple, but he was really fearless at this time.
He could feel that although the clear space was also on the eighth and ninth floor of Fengchu, the realm was comparable, and the gap between the quality of mana and his own was a bit outrageous. It is also in the visible stage of the "Qi" of nothingness. If you are a condensed and visible steam, the clear space is at most a little sparse mist. The two are not the same level at all.
Fighting skills alone can probably be crushed, and Taoism is actually not his main basis.
If you dare not enter the temple due to such a big gap, this practice is useless.
Passing by the "House of Seeking Children", Qin Yi stopped a little, and released a flame with his fingers.
After a while, tourists and pilgrims inside and outside the temple saw thick smoke rising from the direction of the Qiuzi Hall, the fire was soaring into the sky, and someone shouted: "Go to the water! Go to the water!"
There was chaos in the temple, and the ordinary monks didn’t think too much for a while. They fetched water to put out the fire immediately. Countless pilgrims and tourists rushed in from the nearby streams and planned to help put out the fire.
The first time they rushed into the Hall of Beggars, everyone was stunned.
From where the thick smoke started, several couples of monks and women ran out in disheveled clothes, and some were rushing out with no strands of sheets wrapped in sheets... Looking at the white flowers, many people opened their mouths wide, and the buckets in their hands fell. .
The other monks who put out the fire groaned in their hearts, and secretly cried out: "Everyone, 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 out of the crowd, grabbed the monk and beat him: "My wife entered your ruined temple, went home unhappy, and committed suicide within a few days, and I said what happened, I apologize. My wife is here!"
There was chaos outside the hospital, crying, roaring, chasing and beating, blowing the flute, all kinds of voices resounded in the sky, and no one did anything to put out the fire.
Qin Yi quietly rescued a few women who were fascinated and lost their minds and could not come out, and placed them in the peach forest outside the temple. This kind of innocent people can't be rushed in to watch, it's best to let them leave quietly.
After doing all this, he turned his head to look at the hall of begging sons, where the soldiers were in chaos, Qin Yi smiled slightly, and walked into the rear temple.
As soon as he stepped in, he saw three old monks standing in a triangle, chanting dharma in silence, and surrounded by several enchanting women in extremely revealing dresses dancing with ribbons and fluttering.
At that moment, the scenery in the Zen courtyard seemed to have changed.
It is like in the Buddha Land of Ultimate Bliss, under the Bodhi tree, all the Buddhas sing, the goddess scattered flowers and dance, the heavenly fragrance lingers, and the wonderful world is whirling. There is Buddha's light shining, warm and warm, quiet and peaceful.
In this piece of Buddha's light and peace, poisonous snakes quietly approached from under their feet.
Qin Yi's face was expressionless, his hands turned over, and two flames ignited in his hands.
Then the flames ran from left to right, and the violent flames instantly engulfed the poisonous snake.
The screams of monks came from the left and right, and the voices of the Buddhas became even louder. In the illusion, nectar fell from the sky, and the fire was extinguished.
"Duh!"
The sound of Buddha's anger erupted, as if a hammer was shaking in the heart: "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"
Qin Yi smiled and didn't even use the Qingxin Art. This is actually just a very basic spiritual influence, just like the mortal martial arts also have a similar soul-defying technique, those who are not determined can easily be attacked and lose their fighting spirit.
But the impact on his practice has been minimal.
There is a vague Sanskrit chant lingering in my ears: "The sea of suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore..."
Repeatedly, constantly patrolling.
Qin Yi took out his ears and suddenly said, "Stop playing with this, I'll show you some fun."
As he spoke, he took out three small pieces of silver and threw them into the air.
Yin Zi suddenly turned into three shiny bald-headed monks, and bit by bit, they were also singing: "One monk carries water to drink, two monks carry water to drink, three monks have no water to drink..."
There were women around who couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The solemn, merciful, Buddha realm with the power of Buddha's wrath was mixed with extremely discordant things.
There was still a Zen courtyard in front of him, and the dances of the "Heavenly Maiden" around them had already stopped. The three old monks were bleeding from the corners of their mouths and stared at Qin Yi.
"The donor really has a profound practice and is not deceived by the mind." Jingkong gnashed his teeth and said: "But the donor alone is too much to care about. Finally, I advise the donor to say, if you leave here, you and I will not violate the river water. If you are obsessed, don't blame the old man for using the Buddha's treasure! You, Feng Chu, can't bear it!"
Qin Yi didn't answer, as if he was preparing a big move.
Jingkong's expression turned serious, and he slowly took out a golden female statue.
This female statue is very similar to the surrounding "celestial maidens". They are all covered with light veils, revealing large areas of pink legs and jade arms, and the slender waist is exposed. The key points are slightly hidden and looming. Although the ribbons are fluttering, it looks like a fairy, but just at first sight, it gives people a sense of extreme temptation.
A murmur-like sigh came in his ears, and Qin Yi clearly felt the desire all over his body. At the same time, the eyes of those "heavenly girls" also fell into confusion, and their dancing postures resumed, but they were no longer the peaceful ones before, but full of enchantment and charm. Between the opening and closing of the cherry lips, a gentle panting and whispering lingered in his ears, hooking into his heart.
The golden statue seemed to have turned into a human body, with the appearance of a stunning goddess, walking slowly, leaning against Qin Yi's body soft and boneless, twisting gently like a snake, and slowly shedding the veil.
Qin Yi seemed to have completely fallen into the sea of desire, his eyes were blank at first, and then revealed a clear desire. In the hands that were condensing the fire, the flames had dissipated, but instead they hugged with trembling, as if wanting to touch the woman who was transformed into a golden statue.
The woman smiled charmingly, and the peach-like cut pupils slowly turned golden.
And Qin Yi's movements became more and more difficult, as if he wanted to resist, but he couldn't control himself.
Jingkong laughed loudly: "Even those who have the heart of the piano will inevitably burn with lust under this Buddha treasure, and their hearts will be entangled with demons. The donor should stop struggling, and obediently be picked by the goddess and transformed into our practice."
Qin Yi's eyes struggled and he shouted loudly.
The female statue paused, and Qin Yi also paused, as if there was an invisible aura lingering in the middle, it was Qin Yi's practice that was at a stalemate with this Buddha treasure.
Jingkong's expression changed, he didn't expect this young man to practice so firmly. He winked at the two old monks on the left and right, and the three of them leaped over together, and their three palms slapped Qin Yi's Heavenly Spirit from different directions.
Qin Yi shouted loudly, and the mace was finally in his hand, sweeping in a circle. The expressions of the three monks turned serious, and they all gathered Buddha's light in their hands, and slapped the mace in unison.
Even so, the three old monks were still unable to withstand Qin Yi's outbreak, and they were all swept away. Clearly in the air, he suddenly shouted: "The donor has not yet shot, and when will it wait!"
The sound of ghost crying suddenly sounded in the air, as if thousands of ghosts with endless shadows suddenly got in in this charming and murderous aura, wrapping around Qin Yi's body.
The three old monks were surprised to see that Qin Yi's struggling eyes disappeared in an instant, and there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"boom!"
At the very center of the battle, Qin Yi suddenly disappeared, and all the Devil May Cry slammed onto the female statue. The goddess flew and turned into a golden statue again.
At the same time, a snake sprang from the ground, and when he left the battle, he quickly turned into Qin Yi's appearance, and slashed at the wall: "Wenxiang Senluozong, I've been pretending to be a pig for so long, it's you who have been waiting!"