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Chapter 327 Let Pindao bear all the sins for you
Clang!Clang!Clang...

Kong Qing's body and sword merged into one, turning into a snow-white horse, tumbling in the air, flying up and down around a golden figure, the sound of metal and iron clanging continuously resounded in the ice cave.

The sword light shot out, stirring the cold air in the ice cave, causing waves of ripples.

The Buddhist Arhat Shi Sengyan opposite him has already released the Dharma King Medicine Bodhisattva in the rosary in his hand. The inner seal is drip-tight.

This battle in front of him was the first time since Kong Qing became a real person, relying purely on swordsmanship to deal with an opponent whose level was similar to his own or even slightly higher than his own.

Before, whether he was dealing with the Snow God Teng Liu or the Tianhu Hu Meier, Kong Qing played tricks, but the Turkic shaman Su Nong Huli, or Mrs. Ye Ming's Dragon Girls were too weak to force them. Kong Qing's full strength.Only the Buddhist Arhat Shi Sengyan in front of him not only has a strong enough defense after the unity of God and self, but also puts enough pressure on Kong Qing...

Of course, he was not tall enough to completely suppress Kong Qing. Only such an opponent could allow Kong Qing to fully display his sword skills without any other concerns.

Different from Kong Qing who was engrossed in it, Shi Sengyan became more and more frightened now, because right in front of his eyes, this young Taoist priest's swordsmanship was proficient from the beginning, but it was somewhat mechanical, and he had made great progress in the battle .

As the sword light swept across the cave, a heroic, unrestrained, fresh and elegant sword intent grew out bit by bit like a seedling.

Just outrageous!
cut!prick!roll……

In the midst of the fierce battle, Kong Qing felt that his spirit had never been higher than before. It seemed that his mind was clear, and he and Gu Chenjian seemed to be completely integrated, instead of always being a kind of person like before. People, the sword is the feeling of the sword.

At this moment, Kong Qing had completely forgotten what he learned from the American traditional martial art Juhe drawing the gun from later generations, and he also forgot to inform Tianhu Hu Meier that he was using illusion to influence Shi Sengyan's actions. Not to mention foreign recruits...

Now all his energies have been focused on this Guchen sword that has become one with him.

There are coups one after another, even in the face of some more dangerous situations, you can avoid danger easily, and easily pass by the danger when there is no time.

Under such a state of mind, Kong Qing felt as if he had touched some kind of enlightenment in the dark. The Qinglian swordsmanship, which was already very familiar, seemed to have been completely reborn in his hands, so that even he himself did not recognize it. up.

As the battle progressed, Shi Sengyan began to feel that the pressure brought by the young Taoist priest in front of him became more and more enormous.

This fight can't go on!
"Namo Amitabha!"

Monk Seng Yan clasped his palms together, blocking Kong Qing's chest sword.

"Realist Qingwei's swordsmanship is really good, but the poor monk has other important matters, I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany the real person here, so farewell!"

As he said that, he stepped a little, and his body quickly flew towards the ice cave behind him.

With the retreat of Monk Seng Yan, Kong Qing also woke up from the previous state of divine clarity. He looked at the figure of Monk Seng Yan who had retreated into the ice cave, with a bit of complacency on his face, almost very pleased.

It turns out that Pindao is so strong when he doesn't use some other tricks!
It's so proud to be a hooker!

"Master Seng Yan, you only want to leave now, it's too late!"

Following Kong Qing's words, Monk Seng Yan saw a woman in a pink dress suddenly flashing nearby, holding a bright mirror in her hand, flashing towards him.

"middle!"

The next moment, Monk Sengyan felt a blur in front of his eyes, and in an instant he felt that he had returned to his meditation room, and there was still the "Lotus Sutra" that he often recited in front of him.

"Huh? This is..."

Before Monk Seng Yan could think about what had happened, he saw the "Lotus Sutra" in front of him suddenly turning over page by page without any wind, and all the writing on it turned into a single line. Colorful feathers floated up from the scriptures, forming a pair of colorful wings behind her.

Then, Monk Sengyan felt his body suddenly become very light, and then his wings trembled, and he flew up so naturally, flying higher and higher, and finally passed through the entire Saha world , flew to the Western Paradise.

"Namo Amitabha!"

Monk Seng Yan looked down, and saw that the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss below was decorated with gold, silver, glass, clam, agate and other seven treasures, and gorgeous palaces could be seen everywhere, filled with heavenly beings emitting holy light inside and outside the palace.

He looked at himself again, only to realize that he had changed into exactly the same as those heavenly beings at some point, and the two big colorful wings beside him had also turned into a colorful lotus stand.

At this time, he was sitting on the lotus platform, surrounded by densely packed Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who were six feet tall.

Although he was completely unrecognizable from the outside, when the monk Sengyan saw these Buddha-bodhisattvas, he immediately understood that they were all the changes of the handwriting that flew out of the "Lotus Sutra".

These Buddha-bodhisattvas recited the gatha in unison beside him: "When you recite the wonderful Dharma in the turbid world, all living beings have karmic obstacles and can only see the words. It is actually a Buddha with three bodies and perfect, and now he has become wings and restores himself."

Seeing this scene, Monk Seng Yan couldn't help clasping his hands together and weeping with excitement.

"Namo Amitabha!"

At this time, with the help of the power of Jing Yuanying from the seventh ancient mirror of the Yellow Emperor, a certain Tianhu, who performed the strongest illusion in his life, stared blankly at the one in front of him with folded hands, wept excitedly, and stood in front of him. Shi Sengyan, the Arhat of the Lianzong who was motionless on the ground, looked puzzled.

"Being fascinated by illusion so easily, is this arhat a fake?"

"Of course not, everyone has desires in their hearts, even monks who claim to have pure six senses,..."

Holding the magic whip in his hand, Kong Qing walked over calmly and slowly from behind, like playing baseball, raised the wooden whip in his hand and stroked the back of the excited Shi Sengyan's head.

"In fact, due to excessive suppression, the desires of these bald donkeys are stronger than ordinary people, and if the illusion is to be effective, it is necessary to find the desire in the other party's heart! For example, the old monk in front of him may not have the lust of ordinary people. The desire for wealth, but his desire to join the world of ultimate bliss is very hot..."

As he spoke, Kong Qing waved his hands, and the wooden whip hit Shi Sengyan hard on the back of the head with the sound of the wind.

"It's a pity, he won't be able to go to the Paradise of Elysium he wanted, so let's put him on the list honestly for Pindao!"

Behind Kong Qing, the list of Conferred Gods trembled slightly, and the golden light flickered on and off.

……

When it was almost late at night, Shi Sengyan touched his forehead with his hand, and returned to Fahua Temple with a calm face.

"Host! You are finally back."

When the middle-aged monk saw Shi Sengyan coming back, he hurried up to meet him.

"The Ghost King..."

"The old monk has dismissed him."

As always, Shi Sengyan nodded slightly to the middle-aged monk, clasping his hands together.

"How is the situation in the temple? Right now, Princess Pingyang is stationing troops in Mayi. My Lianzong better not have anything fall into their hands."

"There's nothing major going on in the temple..."

The middle-aged monk replied nonchalantly.

"All inappropriate things have been put away and put into the warehouse. The temple is all our own people, and no one will tamper with it."

After hearing the middle-aged monk's words, Shi Sengyan shook his head silently.

"It's still a little inappropriate. Even if there are no outsiders, it's not appropriate if some monks who don't have a cultivation level in this temple touch those things."

As he spoke, Shi Sengyan stroked his beard with his hand, as if he was thinking about it seriously.

"How about this, you give the key to the warehouse to the old monk, and let the old monk transfer those things first, and other things will be discussed in the future."

"Yes!"

After hearing Shi Sengyan's words, the middle-aged monk took off a bunch of keys from his waist and handed them over without doubting him.

"Abbot, please!"

"Namo Amitabha!"

Shi Sengyan habitually chanted a Buddhist name, reached out to take the key from the middle-aged monk's hand, and then waved his hand.

"Go down first, the old monk can do the rest by himself."

Although he felt a little strange, the middle-aged monk obediently agreed and withdrew.

After the middle-aged monk left, Shi Sengyan took the key and walked slowly towards the warehouse as usual. When other monks saluted him along the way, he still nodded to them as usual.

After he opened the door and entered the warehouse, and locked the door from the inside, Shi Sengyan clasped his hands together, with a respectful expression on his face, and bowed slightly to the open space next to him.

"My lord, this is the warehouse of the Bi Temple!"

The next moment, Kong Qing's body emerged in the open space next to him without a sound, with a smile on his mouth.

"Very good, now let Pindao see what's interesting here..."

As he spoke, Kong Qing started rummaging through the storeroom with his hands behind his back, as if he was shopping in a supermarket.

"Broken tiger skins can be easily refined into tiger skin clothing, which can turn the wearer into a tiger...Master Seng Yan, why do you have such evil things in your warehouse?"

"My lord, don't get me wrong..."

Shi Sengyan quickly explained.

"This is what the old monk specially found from the mountain during this period of time for those who were cursed by the Pilu Temple and turned into tigers, and then helped them lift the curse. They are all things that are ready to be destroyed."

Kong Qing fixedly looked at Shi Sengyan for a while, then nodded.

"Okay, Pindao believes it!"

As he said that, he turned his head away again, and his eyes fell on the rest of the things.

"This is... the Dragon's Blood Cup, a cup made of solidified dragon ointment blood. Drinking from this cup can quickly raise the sun...Master Seng Yan, you want to make this kind of thing that can be used as an aphrodisiac in your monk's temple What? It's so evil..."

As he spoke, Kong Qing flicked his hand, and a purple-black cup disappeared.

"Let Pindao handle it for you!"

"Yes!"

Shi Sengyan looked at Kong Qing and smiled wryly.

"If the Lord likes it, just take it!"

"What is this?"

The next moment, Kong Qing's eyes fell on a cyan jug that looked like jade.

"Qingtian pot, a jug carved from the Qingtian core of Wusun Kingdom, as long as water is poured into it, it will turn into wine in one hour, mellow in two hours, and bitter spring in three hours... Tsk tsk tsk!"

Kong Qing turned his head to look at Shi Sengyan.

"Master Seng Yan, why do you have things that can be used as aphrodisiacs or things that can make wine in your warehouse? Shouldn't monks stay away from wine?"

Monk Sengyan smiled wryly again.

"My lord, these things are in the warehouse, not in the old monk's meditation room, just because they stay away from alcohol and sex!"

Kong Qing blinked silently.

"What you said is also reasonable. Well, since you don't need it, then Pindao will reluctantly help you deal with it. Alas! All kinds of sins, let Pindao bear it for you!"

As he spoke, Kong Qing touched it with his hand, and the Qingtian pot disappeared without a trace.

Shi Sengyan looked at the upright Kong Qing in front of him, and silently lowered his head.

"..."

"We ordinary people, we are so happy today!"

After searching the warehouse of Lianzong, Kong Qing became very happy. While humming a little song from 1000 years later, he reached into the demon refining pot with his divine sense, sorting out the newly obtained goodies in his warehouse. thing.

"Put this here, put this here, this...wait! Why is this L'Oreal gift bag still here?"

Kong Qing felt the scene in the warehouse transmitted by the divine sense, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Isn't this thing given to the third lady by the poor Taoist?"

　The illusion of Shi Sengyan’s experience mentioned in this chapter of Mengxin is actually Shi Sengyan telling others about his experience after reading the Lotus Sutra, saying that he used the words of the Lotus Sutra as wings to fly to the Paradise of Paradise, and then He was praised by the Buddha, saying that he had obtained the true meaning of the Lotus Sutra and had great merit... To be honest, it was really that the Lianzong was hit too hard at the time, which resulted in little influence, or else based on his words, Fahuazong can kill him!

　　That's right, Shi Sengyan is not a forged character by Mengxin, he is an eminent monk who lives in the lotus sect and his heart is in Fahua.

　　In addition, whether it is the Dragon's Blood Cup mentioned by Pindao or the Qingtian Pot, they are all treasures that have actually appeared in history.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)