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midnight.

Zhao Wujiang twisted his hands and feet and pushed open the door.

The heavy rain stopped, the night sky was washed, and it was extremely deep.

The full moon hangs high and falls in Lanruo Temple.

The monks have rested, and the incense and candles are burning in the main hall.

Zhao Wujiang walked through the corridor and walked into the center of Lanruo Temple. He looked up at the towering ancient tree. He looked around and found that nothing was abnormal. He flew over and stepped on the trunk of the ancient tree, jumped and grabbed the vines, and followed the vines to the Sutra Pavilion in the side hall.

Under the moon, the ancient temple was quiet. On the other side of the ancient tree, an old monk sat quietly, folded his hands together and recited the sutra gently.

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"Junior sister, have you rested? I suddenly remembered something." Li Xuan held a bronze oil lamp and gently knocked on the door of the wing where Yang Miaozhen and Wei Qingling were. He looked gentle and waited quietly.

After a while, there was no sound in the room. He was not surprised by this, but pointed his hands together to make swords, lifted into the crack of the door, and then pushed open the door.

The room was pitch black, and the oil lamps were passing by. On the bed were Yang Miaozhen and Wei Qingling who were sleeping deeply, and there was a peach wood sword next to the head of the bed.

Li Xuan turned around and closed the door and placed the oil lamp on the table. The two junior sisters couldn't wake up because he added the talisman after the talisman burned out in the previous tea.

It was originally a talisman that made people feel at ease and restless and slept, but now he is just using it for another purpose.

The candlelight shone in the room and Li Xuan slowly stepped forward with a gentle smile: "Junior sister, it's cold in winter, be careful of catching a cold."

He lifted the bedding and exposed his graceful bodies in satin underwear.

Yang Miaozhen's face is quiet, her cold and beautiful face is a little cute and silly at this moment, and her messy hair adds a touching charm.

Li Xuan licked the corner of his mouth, and the purple light in his eyes floated and showed a lustful evil that was no longer concealed.

The Renzong experiences the world and explores the seven emotions and six desires. In addition to his exquisite face and cold temperament, what is more important is to possess the Renzong's worldly aura.

This worldly aura will make others feel intimate when they see the Taoist who has been practicing in the Human Sect, and will cover the face with a deep desire for the most beautiful heart.

It seems that the beauty of the two is all above this face.

The silk clothes on Yang Miaozhen's chest were bulging high. If she woke up and bowed her head, she would definitely not be able to see her toes.

Of course, she could only see the full curves when she lowered her head and could not see the toes under her.

The suddenly closed waist, and the exaggerated curve gradually spreading below the waist, made the silk clothes look a little cramped, and could not cover the exquisiteness of her figure at all.

Li Xuan looked at it slowly. He was going to summon Yang Miaozhen's lust disaster later, let the lust disaster burn Yang Miaozhen and ignite Wei Qingling beside him.

After that, he joined in and danced with the fire of desire. Not only did he use this to seize the cultivation of the two junior sisters, but he also reached the peak of lust. Finally, he entered the ruthless Tao and killed it together, achieving the resources of the great Tao and becoming a Taoist sect.

He wanted to tell everyone of the three sects of Taoism who is the most outstanding genius in the Taoism for thousands of years!

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Zhao Wujiang kept reading in the Sutra Library, but found no abnormalities.

These books are all Buddhist scriptures and are obscure.

Moreover, there are many books, as vast as a sea of ​​smoke. Even if the mind method of the "Prajna Sutra without Formation" is in this Sutra Pavilion, it is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

Could it be that I could only stay for a while and flip through it one by one? Zhao Wujiang took a deep breath, then the light that was not much broken, and picked up another Buddhist scripture.

The firelight reflected on his face. He suddenly raised his head and saw the two words "Mind Method" written on the bookshelf.

Well? Why didn’t you notice this classification before? Zhao Wujiang was confused.

He squatted down and began to check the two rows of bookshelf in the mental method classification.

Soon, he looked stunned again because he saw an ancient gray-blue book with the "Formless Prajna Sutra. Mind Method" written on it.

Hum? The monk Zhao Wujiang was confused. Just like that, the top mental method of the "Prajna Sutra without Formation" is just put on?
Chapter completed!