"Bang!" A stick monk raised his stick and slashed it. Qin Yi slightly opened his knee and hit the stick monk's lower abdomen. The stick monk foamed at the mouth and fainted.

"You deserve a good job, too." Qin Yi complained and suddenly reached out.

There was another stick on the other side, and he grabbed it tightly. The monk wanted to pull it out, but he couldn't pull it out even with all his strength, and his face turned red.

Qin Yi flew up and kicked him more than ten feet away, hitting him hard on a peach tree.

"What a pity, a great peach blossom."

After a moment, a group of stick monks with great practice had fainted. Qin Yi looked around and turned to Jingze and said, "Would you deal with it?"

Kyoze hesitated for a moment: "Okay."

Qin Yi flew up and headed straight to Hongfa Temple.

That Jingkong had already run away while the stick monk blocked Qin Yi.

Qin Yi knew that there must be some arrangements at the temple at home, but he was really fearless at this time.

He could feel that although Jingkong is also at the eighth and ninth level of Fengchu, his realm is comparable, and the difference between the quality of magic power and himself is a bit outrageous. He is in the stage of visible "qi" that is both empty. If he is a vast steam that is solid and visible, Jingkong will at most be a little bit of sparse mist. The two are not at the same level at all.

Just fighting can probably crush it, but Taoism is actually not your main basis.

If you don’t dare to enter the temple with such a big gap, it will be a waste of this practice.

Passing near the "Children Hall", Qin Yi stopped slightly and released a flame with a blink of an eye.

Not long after, tourists and pilgrims inside and outside the temple saw thick smoke rising from the location of the prayer hall, and fires soaring into the sky. Someone shouted: "It's time to go! It's time to go!"

The temple was full of war, and ordinary monks didn't think too much about it. They immediately drew water to put out the fire. Countless pilgrims rushed in from nearby streams, intending to help put out the fire.

Everyone was stunned when they rushed into the Hall of Prayer for Children.

As the smoke rose, several pairs of monks and women ran out in disorganized clothes, and there were also those who were wrapping the bed sheets and rushing out without any strands... Looking around, there were white flowers, and many people opened their mouths wide and the buckets in their hands fell off.

The other monks who put out the fire stumbled in their hearts and secretly shouted: "Dear donors, this is a misunderstanding. Everyone sees illusions, which are the illusions of the heart set by the Buddha..."

"Go to your mother's hallucination!" A strong man squeezed out of the crowd, grabbed the monk and called him: "My wife entered your dilapidated temple, and went home and was depressed. He committed suicide in a few days. I still thought what's going on, I'll pay my wife's life!"

Outside the courtyard, there was a chaos, crying, roaring, chasing, playing the flute, and all kinds of voices resounded through the sky, and no one even did the fire extinguishing.

Qin Yi quietly rescued several women who were obsessed with confusion and could not come out, and placed them in the peach forest outside the temple. Such innocent people cannot be rushed in and watched, so they can leave quietly.

After doing all this, Qin Yi turned to look at the chaotic palace of praying for children. He smiled slightly and walked into the Zen Temple behind him.

As soon as I stepped in, I saw three old monks standing in triangular shapes, silently reciting the magic formula. Around me, several extremely exposed-dressed women dancing with ribbons and dancing flutteringly.

At that moment, the scenery inside the Zen Temple seemed to have changed.

It is like in the Pure Land of Buddha, under the Bodhi tree, the Buddhas sang, the goddesses scattered flowers and danced, the fragrance of the sky lingers, and the wonderful realm sways. The Buddha's light shines everywhere, warm, quiet and peaceful.

In this peaceful Buddha light, a poisonous snake approached quietly from under its feet.

Qin Yi had no expression on his face, and he flipped his hands and two balls of flames ignited in his hands.

Then the flames flowed left and right, and the violent tongue of flame instantly swallowed the poisonous snake.

The screams of monks came from both sides, and the sounds of the chanting of Buddhas became louder. The nectar fell from the sky in the illusion, extinguishing the fire.

“Duh!”

The Buddha's anger suddenly erupted, as if a hammer was shaking in his 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 mortal martial arts, there are similar soul-catching techniques. Those who are not strong in their minds can easily be hit by the mind and lose their fighting spirit.

But the impact on his practice is already minimal.

There was also a faint sing of Brahma singing in my ears: "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore..."

Repeatedly and constantly surfing.

Qin Yi took out his ears and suddenly said, "Stop playing with these things, I'll show you something fun."

As he said that, he took out three small ingots of silver and threw it into the air.

Yinzi suddenly turned into three shiny bald monks, with their heads bit by bit, and were also singing: "One monk carries water to drink, two monks carry water to drink, and three monks have no water to drink..."

Around the women couldn't help but laugh.

The Buddha's realm, which is solemn and kind, has the power of Buddha's wrath, is mixed with extremely unconventional things. The whole illusion is stuck and then shatters with a bang.

There was still a Zen temple in front of me, and the dance of the "Goddes" around me had already stopped. The three old monks were bleeding from the corners of their mouths, staring at Qin Yi with their eyes.

"The donor is indeed very profound in his practice and is not confused by his mind." Jingkong said with his teeth: "But the donor is too arrogant when he enters the courtyard alone. Finally, I would like to advise the donor, if he leaves, you and I will not violate the river water. If you are obsessed with it, don't blame me for using the Buddha treasure! You Fengchu can't stand the practice!"

Qin Yi didn't answer, as if he was preparing for some big move.

Jingkong's expression turned sharp and slowly took out a golden female statue.

This female statue is very similar to the "Goddes" around her. They are covered with light gauze, and large pieces of pink legs and jade arms exposed, and their slender waists are exposed. The key points are slightly covered and appearing faintly. Although it is a floating ribbon and seems to be full of immortality, it gives people an extremely tempting meaning at first sight.

A whispering sigh came to his ears, and Qin Yi clearly felt the desire all over his body. At the same time, the eyes of those "heavenly girls" were also confused. The dancing postures were no longer the peace they had before, but were full of enchantment and charm. As the cherry lips opened and closed, a gentle breath and low moan lingered in his ears, hooking into his heart.

The golden statue seemed to have become a human body, looking like a stunning celestial girl, walking slowly, leaning against Qin Yi as soft as a boneless body, twisting gently like a snake, slowly taking off the veil.

Qin Yi seemed to have completely fallen into the sea of ​​desire, his eyes were at a loss at first, and then he had a clear desire. In the hands of the fire, the flame had dissipated, but instead hugged him tremblingly, as if he wanted to touch the girl who transformed into gold.

The woman smiled charmingly, and her peach-like pupils slowly turned golden.

Qin Yi's actions became more and more difficult, as if he wanted to resist, but he couldn't control himself.

Jingkong laughed: "Even if you are the heart of a piano, you will inevitably burn your body with desire under this Buddha treasure and entangled with the demons of your heart. Don't struggle, and be obediently picked by the celestial girl and transformed into our practice."

Qin Yi struggled with his eyes and shouted loudly.

The female statue paused for a moment, and Qin Yi stopped, as if an invisible aura was lingering in the middle. It was Qin Yi's practice that was in a stalemate with this Buddha treasure.

Jingkong's expression changed. He could not have imagined that this young man was so determined in his practice. He winked at the two old monks on both sides. The three of them flew over and slapped Qin Yi's Tianling from different directions.

Qin Yi shouted, and the mace was finally swept across the board. The three monks looked fierce, and each of them gathered Buddha's light and slapped the mace together.

Even so, the three old monks could not resist Qin Yi's outbreak and were swept away together. Jingkong was in the air and suddenly shouted: "The donor won't take action yet, so when will he wait!"

The sound of ghosts cried suddenly in the air, as if thousands of evil ghosts were carrying endless shadows, suddenly came in this beautiful and murderous aura and wrapped around Qin Yi's body.

The three old monks saw Qin Yi's struggling eyes disappear in an instant, and there seemed to be a smile on the corner of their mouths.

"boom!"

At the very center of the battle, Qin Yi suddenly disappeared. The thousands of ghost crying hit the female statue. The celestial girl flew and turned into a golden statue again.
Chapter completed!