Asked About The World Of Mortals

Chapter 139 I’m waiting for you

"Pa!" A stick monk struck with his stick. Qin Yi turned sideways slightly and hit his knee on the stick monk's abdomen. The stick monk foamed at the mouth and fainted.

Another stick came from the other side, and he grabbed it tightly. The stick monk wanted to pull 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 were already unconscious. 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 had already run away.

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

He could feel that although Jingkong was at the eighth or ninth level of Fengchu, he was at the same level, but the quality of his mana was a bit far behind his own. In the stage of visibility of "qi", which belongs to the same category of nothingness, if you are a solid and visible vast vapor, the clear space will be just a little bit of thin mist at most. The two are not at the same level at all.

He can probably be crushed just by fighting with martial arts, but Taoism is actually not his main support.

If you dare not enter the temple despite such a huge gap, your training will be in vain.

Passing by the "Qiuzi Hall", Qin Yi paused 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. Many of them opened their mouths and dropped the buckets in their hands.

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 entered your ruined temple, went home depressed, and committed suicide within a few days. I still wonder what happened. I apologize. My wife’s fate is coming!”

There was a chaos outside the hospital, with people crying, roaring, chasing, playing flutes, all kinds of sounds resounding through the sky, and no one even put out the fire.

Qin Yi secretly rescued several women who were intoxicated and unconscious 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 it is best to let them leave quietly.

After doing all this, Qin Yi turned around and looked at the chaotic Qiuzi Hall. Qin Yi smiled slightly and walked into the Zen courtyard at the back.

As soon as I stepped in, I saw three old monks standing in a triangle, forming seals and silently reciting Dharma instructions, while there were several enchanting women dressed in extremely revealing clothes dancing with ribbons around them.

At that moment, the scenery in the monastery seemed to have changed.

It's like being in the land of blissful Buddha, under the Bodhi Tree, all the Buddhas are singing, the goddesses are dancing with flowers, the heavenly fragrance is lingering, and the wonderful scene is whirling. There is Buddha light shining everywhere, warm and peaceful, peaceful and peaceful.

In the midst of this Buddha's light and peace, poisonous snakes sneak up from underfoot.

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 flames instantly engulfed the poisonous snake.

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 psychic influence. Just like the mortal Martial Dao, he also has similar soul-stirring skills. Those who are weak-willed can easily be struck mentally 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 ​​Bitterness is boundless, and 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, and their heads were chanting bit by bit: "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 laugh.

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 benefactor 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 benefactor to enter the courtyard alone. Finally, I would like to advise the benefactor, if you leave like this, you and I will not offend the river. Don’t blame me for using Buddha treasures if you are obsessed with it! 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 and are looming. Although the colorful ribbons are fluttering and seem to be full of fairy spirit, just seeing it gives people an extremely tempting feeling.

A murmuring sigh sounded in his ears. At the same time, the eyes of those "goddess" also fell into confusion, and their dancing postures were no longer as peaceful as before, but full of enchantment and charm. A gentle murmur lingered in my ears, drawing into my heart.

The golden statue seems to have turned into a human body, looking like a stunning goddess, walking gracefully...

Qin Yi seemed to be completely confused, his eyes were blank. In the hands that were condensing fire, the flames had dissipated. Instead, they hugged her tremblingly, as if they wanted to touch the woman who had transformed into a golden statue.

The woman smiled seductively, and her peach-shaped cut pupils slowly turned golden.

Qin Yi seemed to want to resist, but couldn't control himself.

Jingkong laughed loudly: "Even those with a heart of music will inevitably be entangled by inner demons under this Buddha treasure. It is better for the donor to stop struggling and be obediently 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 this 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, finally holding the mace in his hand and sweeping it in a circle. The expressions of the three monks became serious, each gathered Buddha's light in their hands, and they all patted 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 loudly: "If the donor doesn'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. 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 emerged from the ground. After leaving the battle, it quickly transformed into Qin Yi and slashed at the wall with a stick: "Myriad Manifestations Forest Net Sect, I've been pretending to be a pig for so long, and you're the one I've been waiting for!"

(End of chapter)