With Zhu Tong in this state, Ye'er would never leave; even Yin Yang Dog jumped on the bed and tried the back of his hand with his little tongue.
"Sister Ye'er, let's go and let Brother Li sleep peacefully."
Duohua knew more than Ye'er after all. Her mother was a clever Gu farmer. Zhu Tong had blinked at her a few times just now. Seeing that Ye'er wanted to feed Zhu Tong some water, he stood up and pulled her; "Let's go."
Well, do you want to sleep here with Brother Li?"
Ye'er blushed at Duohua's words, but her body had no intention of leaving.
"Go ahead, I'm a doctor. It's okay. Just turn off the speakers outside and let me be quiet for a while. I'll be fine when I wake up." The little liar opened his eyes and looked at Ye'er with a smile; "Otherwise, why don't you sleep here?
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"Then, let's go." Ye'er was so shameless that he was dragged away by Duohua. Before leaving, he didn't forget to take the puppy away. The little guy licked Zhu Tong until it was numb and he wanted to kick it away.
Kick away.
The music outside stopped, the lights went out, the door rang twice, and the apartment became quiet.
Zhu Tong immediately struggled out of bed, took off his upper body clothes, and meditated facing the northwest.
First, tie the divine amber to the forehead with a silk thread, fix it right in front of the Yintang point, close your eyes for a moment, and perform the Pengma magic power.
The divine amber emits a yellow cold light, which shines into Zhu Tong's whole body along with the true energy. After running for three weeks, the physical discomfort gradually eases, the sweat on his body subsides, and his thinking gradually becomes clearer and clearer.
In the Heavenly King Hall of Puxian Temple, Big Fire Wheel was covered in sweat, and the muscles around the Jianjing point were trembling; as he breathed, a strong odor emerged from the hair on his skin, making Linglong Dao Hong Jiaxin step back three meters.
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Master Kongmu continued to pound the yellow gavel unhurriedly, with a calm expression and no trace of pride.
"Ah!" Big Fire Wheel shouted loudly, stood up stiffly, and swung his head towards Master Kong Mu.
The old monk was using the wooden fish magic to straighten the big fire wheel and ward off evil spirits. He felt that the living things occupying his Jianjing point were gradually shrinking, and he was not prepared for such a thing to happen.
Big Fire Wheel's outer martial arts are already powerful, and this palm hit Master Kongmu's chest firmly.
Master Kongmu dropped the yellow wooden mallet, raised his head and vomited blood, and fell down in front of the statue of Wei Tuo, the king of demon-suppressing demons.
Hong Jiaxin opened her mouth, flicked the tip of her tongue, and shot out an exquisite thorn, which penetrated into the large fire wheel Jianjing point. The monks from Puxian Temple were alerted by the shouts here and ran over.
The large fire wheel did not dodge the shadowless needle shot by Linglong Knife, but fell to the ground as expected. It pushed towards Hong Jiaxin step by step. Jie Jie laughed wildly: "Master, save me... ah, master, save me..."
After all, it was her daughter's family. Although Hong Jiaxin was famous for her high skills, she was also confused at this time. She could not imagine how her senior brother, who had always cared for her, became so terrifying? Could it be that Zhumen couldn't hide it?
Lu's "magic skill"? She was so weak that she forgot to dodge and was hit in the chest by a big fire wheel.
Finally, Hong Jiaxin woke up at the last moment. Knowing that there was no way to dodge, she tapped her left foot lightly on the ground and kicked her right foot towards the lower abdomen of the big wheel. With the help of the force, her whole body floated sideways, and the green shadow flashed and rolled out of the door. There was also a trace of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.
The ruthless monk was the first to step into the Heavenly King's Palace and lit the three major acupoints of the Great Fire Wheel from behind.
"Master, help... ah." Big Fire Wheel seemed to have lost all sense of any acupuncture points and the like, shouted for help, turned around and punched Wu Wuqing in the face.
Wuqing closed the door with both hands to seal the door. Big Fire Wheel's punch was so powerful that Wuqing was shocked and took three steps back.
The monks from Puxian Temple all ran into the Heavenly King's Hall, watching Wu Wuwu retreat step by step, and watching Master Kongmu, the host, vomiting blood and wilting on the ground. They shouted and rushed towards the big fire wheel.
A good man is never outnumbered by his enemies. This is a truth in the world. Although Big Fire Wheel is not afraid of pain or blows, his body is stiff and his movements are slow. He was hugged by two monks and fell down. A group of monks rushed forward, grabbing their hands and pressing their legs.
His legs were pressed, and his body was tied up like a rice dumpling with a rope, muttering: "Master, help me... ah."
"Help me go to the Golden Palace." Master Kongmu pointed to the big fire wheel, "Keep him under good supervision and don't hurt him. He is possessed by an evil spirit."
The main hall of general temples, or the main hall, is mostly the main hall where the Buddha Sakyamuni is enshrined. Although some main halls only enshrine one Buddha statue, it is not Sakyamuni Buddha but Sambhogakaya Vairocana Buddha.
It is the worship form of the Huayan Sect. Amitabha is worshiped in the main hall, which is the temple of the Pure Land Sect.
There are five Buddha statues in the main hall of some temples, called Zhengfang Buddha. This is the form of worship in Tantric Buddhism.
The main hall of Puxian Temple is dedicated to Sakyamuni Buddha. On both sides stand two disciples of the Buddha. The old one is named Venerable Kassapa, and the middle-aged one is named Venerable Ananda. This is normal.
There is a small door behind the Buddha statue. Monk Qingqing helped Master Kongmu in and lit the oil lamp Oh Zhan, illuminating a small and square secret room.
The secret room is clean and tidy, with an altar inside and three pillars filled with sandalwood. What is enshrined on it is not Tathagata Buddha, Vairocana Buddha, or Amitabha Buddha, but two golden Dharmakayas sitting side by side.
The one on the left holds the Buddha's seal with his hand. He has a simple and rough momentum, a plump face, a fat body, and a solemn and reserved expression.
On the right is a bhikshuni, with a plump and round face, a slender body, holding a money tree, a dignified and holy look, and a graceful and noble figure in complicated clothes.
They all have the same name: Golden Buddha; they are secretly enshrined statues of the first-grade Golden Buddha.
Master Kongmu sat cross-legged in front of the golden Buddha, adjusted his breath and meditated for a moment to regain his energy, and said to the ruthless monk: "Bring him in." He twisted the incense ashes from the incense burner and recited the Diamond Sutra silently with a clear mind.
The little liar in Zijin Mansion was very proud at the moment. The Butterfly God used the divine amber to send a message to activate the chrysalis on the Big Wheel; Zhu Tong used the Butterfly God to control the body of the Big Wheel, and then caused trouble in Puxian Temple.
There was such a turmoil.
Zhu Tong couldn't see the scene, he only made judgments based on the weak feeling sent back by the chrysalis. To him, winning or losing was just a joke. Big Wheel or anyone else had nothing to do with him; what he valued was experience and control.
The feeling of someone else’s body.
The Butterfly God is spiritual and can naturally rely on Zhu Tong's power and divine amber. It has limited energy and instinctively knows that it can only help the chrysalis if its master helps it. This is a strange combination.
The door of the apartment opened again. Ye'er was not at ease after all. She couldn't sleep well in the flower place, so she came up to see Zhu Tong's condition.
In the bedroom, the little liar quickly climbed onto the bed, pulled up the blanket and covered himself haphazardly.
Ye'er pushed the door open and came in, using the light outside to take a look; Zhu Tong was very quiet and seemed to have fallen asleep, snoring slightly.
Ye'er stretched out her hand to test his forehead, but there was nothing unusual this time; she was smart, and the strange movements in her body earlier made her think that her lover might be facing another completely unfamiliar world.
Zhu Tong never explained to Ye'er what the Gu worms in her body represented, nor did she tell Ye'er about the dangers of that world. Ye'er tried to ask several times, but was gently avoided by the little liar, who just said: In traditional Chinese medicine,
There are many mysterious theories that cannot be explained clearly.
"Boom!" There was a loud shock. Zhu Tong's mind went numb and he almost fainted.
The Butterfly God already had the upper hand, but this sudden attack made it irresistible; the Butterfly God was still weak after all, and lost the support of Zhu Tong and the protection of the divine Amber, and was knocked unconscious by this mysterious power.
Ye'er finally left, Zhu Tong sat up again, but could no longer find any trace of the big fire wheel.
Zhu Tong took out the silver needle and used Qi Zi Jue to move the thirteen needles of the Ghost Gate, activating his own essence for the first time to replenish the Butterfly God.
The Butterfly God benefited a lot from the strong energy, and became a little more awake. It swayed and flew up again. It searched for a long time with the help of divine amber, but to no avail. It was also tired, so it folded its wings and fell into sleep again.
Hong Jiaxin was waiting in the Zen room of Puxian Temple. It was her suggestion that Fourth Grade Honghuo come to Shanghai this time. This happened to him for the first time when he met someone from Seventh Grade Zhu Sect. His confidence in the Linglong Sword was absolutely amazing.
Big blow.
The door opened and the ruthless monk walked in.
"Qingqing, how is he, senior brother?" Hong Jiaxin asked anxiously.
"Master has taken him back to the mountain. There will be no fear for his life for the time being. Miss Hong, if you think about it again, Zhu Tong really didn't do anything unusual at that time?" The ruthless monk sat on the only chair in the Zen room. He was also tired from working in the middle of the night.
, looking tired.
"You were there at the time, and there was no contact between them at all. Zhu Tong and Senior Brother looked at each other a few times, and he just acted like that. Senior Brother Qingqing, what kind of spell is that?"
"I can't see it either. Master just said not to have any contact with people from the Zhu sect before he comes back; he wants to go back to the mountain to discuss the details with the master uncle."
Silence fell in the meditation room, and both of them were thinking about one thing: Zhu Men, the most mysterious existence in the world, no wonder so few people try to provoke them. It turns out that there is such a weird spell, which is simply impossible to guard against and irresistible.
"How is your injury?" Qingqing stood up and walked to Hong Jiaxin.
"It's nothing, Master..." Linglong Dao stretched out his hand to push it away a few times, but still fell into the arms of the ruthless monk, with a mocking and meaningless smile always hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Hong Jiaxin is also quite beautiful. When she first entered the world a few years ago, she was indeed a delicate beauty.
He ruthlessly uncovered her chest, revealing a bruise on her soft and firm breasts. She stroked and rubbed her breasts with Buddha's palms. Hong Jiaxin bit her lip, half-closed her eyes, and moaned softly. She lifted her head up.
Looking at it with blurred eyes, the bruises on the injury were gone and turned red.
The ruthless monk chanted to the Buddha: "Junior sister's injury is healed, how should I thank the monk?" He buried his head in Hong Jiaxin's pink neck, sniffed and kissed her ears, and still played with her plump breasts with both hands.
Hong Jiaxin only felt a numbness for a while from her ears and chest all the way to her limbs. She was drunk and dizzy, and her whole body was weak. Passion slowly ignited in her Dantian, and her body gradually became as hot as molten wax.
"Master, how can I thank you?" Although it was not the first time for the two of them, the shyness in their nature still made Hong Jiaxin somewhat resistant, unable to let go, and her body trembled slightly; it was the best to resist and welcome at this moment.
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In the Zen room of Puxian Temple, a lustful man and woman began to have sex regardless of all taboos.
Finally, the wind stopped and the rain subsided, and Wuqing lay on Hong Jiaxin's graceful body, panting, enjoying the beauty of the afterglow of the orgasm.
After a while, Hong Jiaxin said softly: "Aren't you afraid that Master will know?"
"It doesn't matter if you know it. The disciples of the Golden Buddha must keep the precepts. The poor monks practice the merciless knot. At this stage, there is no precepts."
The ruthless monk sat upright and meditated, holding the ruthless seal with both hands, looking at Hong Jiaxin's naked body with a smile: "The donor is such a skin, the monk is blessed, thank the donor for his mercy."
"Shanghai's subway is a piece of fat. You can make millions a year at least. What you should be grateful for is that we are prosperous. As long as Master doesn't give up, Jiaxin will satisfy Master sooner or later."
Hong Jiaxin also sat up and kissed the ruthless monk's strong lips and cheeks tenderly. She was very curious about the magic of the ruthless knot. During the intercourse just now, the ruthless monk fell to the ground and was the body of the Immortal Buddha. It was extremely brave and brought Linglong Knife to him.
Great enjoyment.
"How come your Puxian Temple has so much incense? How much can you collect every year? One million...or two million?" Hong Jiaxin thought of something again and asked curiously.
"Two million?" Wu Qingqing chuckled; "Hong Donor, there are only a few sticks of incense for celebrating the first day of the Lunar New Year every year."
"Such a profit? No wonder Xiaoyun Village mainly works as a monk; Qingqing, look, I should also become a monk. Our profession is too dangerous. This year, we have more than ten brothers; Originally, Big Fire Wheel wanted to learn from Yanzi
It’s not worthwhile to learn Zhutong’s tricks, but Yanzi ran home without saying a word and offended the seventh-grade Zhumen out of thin air.”
Hong Jiaxin snuggled into Qingqing's arms and sighed: "What's the good of living in the world? It's so boring."
"A business like Zhu Tong's is easy to do, but not easy to do. You don't have the scheming skills to do it. Sister Linglong, if you want to become a monk, I have an idea. There is Zixia in the west.
Um, the host, Master Xiuqing, returned to the Buddha last month, and now they are quarreling about the host. If junior sister intends to take this path, the poor monk can make some plans for you."
The ruthless monk is compassionate and his ideas are very practical. Zixia Temple is also from the lineage of the Golden Buddha, but it has gradually faded out over the past few decades.
"Okay;" Hong Jiaxin raised her head; "Senior brother is not heartless."
"Don't be too happy too early. The annual incense and merit of Zixia Nunnery is at least three million, and the food, clothing and daily expenses of dozens of nuns can only cost one million. There are really a lot of people staring at it. Junior Sister Hong wants to leave.
This path requires Master Kongji’s approval first.”
"Master Kongji, he is not your leader? How can I persuade him? I can't even see him." Hong Jiaxin shook her head, she really had no choice.
"You can't see Master Kongji, but your father, the old layman Hong can, and he has a deep friendship with Master Kongji. If the old layman Hong can speak to you, I will contact senior brother Wu Wu to come forward, and things will not be difficult.
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"Really?" Hong Jiaxin's face was solemn. When it came to her father, she had to be cautious.
The nickname Linglong Dao was not for nothing, she didn't want to be used as a weapon.
The First-grade Golden Buddha is also not stable internally. Hong Jiaxin heard some rumors from her father. Master Kongji is currently only a superficial authority. The first-grade Golden Buddha is now on the stage. There are three generations of monks: Kong, Wu and Zhen. Needless to say, Kong is the generation.
There are only a few senior brothers, and among their disciples, there are many talented people, who are the ones who are the most influential people on the stage today.
The disciples accepted by the Wuzi generation are the Zhenzi generation, and many of them have been influenced by modernization. Some of them are doctors and monks, and they fight with each other fiercely.
For example, Master Cheng, the most famous disciple of the ruthless monk, was a college student at a prestigious school in Shanghai. He was forced to drop out of school and join Buddhism because his family suddenly fell into poverty.
The true disciples of Monk Nowhere are even more powerful. Now they have become famous monks. They drive and drive expensive cars with great style. They have many disciples in the entertainment industry. They have also published books and biographies of their own and are said to be making movies.
Monk Wuxu, represented by the Buddhist monks, strictly adheres to the Buddhist precepts and opposes being too involved in the world. He has some criticisms of their behavior.
"Qingqing, you don't want me to be your disciple, do you?" Hong Jiaxin asked with a suspicious smile.
"Why do you think so?" Wuqing turned Hongjia over and pressed him up: "Junior sister, I want to have more friends and more good relationships. Love and affection will eventually be broken, but a jade heart can be carved with clear water."
"Who believes you...well, good karma in Buddhism is all like this...the knot...ha."
The exquisite sword is in a state of confusion, and the ruthless monk has solemnly pinched the ruthless knot, his eyes are shining brightly, and his face is smiling kindly.