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midnight.
Zhao Wujiang rolled his hands and feet and pushed open the door.
The heavy rain stopped, and the night sky was like a wash, especially deep.
The full moon hangs high, shining in Lanruo Temple.
The monks have taken a rest, and incense 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 trees, then looked around and found nothing unusual. He flew over and stepped on the trunk of the ancient tree, jumped to grab the vines, and slid along. Following the vines, he headed towards the side hall, the Sutra Storage Pavilion.
Under the moon, the ancient temple is quiet. On the other side of the ancient tree, there is an old monk sitting quietly, with his hands clasped together and chanting sutras softly.
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"Junior sister, have you rested? I just 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.
For a long time, there was no sound in the room. He was not surprised by this. Instead, he made a sword with both hands and pointed it towards the crack of the door, and then pushed the door open.
The room was dark, with the light of the oil lamp flickering by. Yang Miaozhen and Wei Qingling were sleeping deeply on the bed. There was a mahogany sword beside the bed.
Li Xuan turned around, closed the door, and put the oil lamp on the table. The two junior sisters fell into a deep sleep. That was because he had added the talisman water after the sleeping talisman had burned out into the tea.
It was originally a talisman that allowed people to cultivate and sleep peacefully and recharge their energy, but now he is just using it for other purposes.
The candlelight illuminated the room dimly, and Li Xuan stepped forward slowly with a warm smile: "Junior sister, the winter nights are cold, so be careful of catching a cold."
He lifted the quilt, revealing two graceful bodies in satin underwear.
Yang Miaozhen's face was calm, her cold and beautiful face was a bit dainty at the moment, and her messy hair added to her charming charm.
Li Xuan licked the corner of his mouth, the purple light in his eyes flashing, revealing the lustful evil that he could no longer hide.
Renzong appreciates the world and explores the seven emotions and six desires. The beauty of Yang Miaozhen, in addition to her exquisite appearance and cold temperament, is more importantly the worldly aura of Renzong.
This worldly aura will make other people feel friendly when they see a Taoist who is a successful practitioner of Renzong, and will cast a layer of desire for beauty deep in their hearts on that face.
It seems that all the beauty is in this face.
The satin shirt on Yang Miaozhen's chest was bulging high. If she woke up and lowered her head at this moment, she would not be able to see her toes.
Of course, when she lowers her head, she can only see the full arc and cannot see the toes underneath her body.
The sudden tightening of her waist and the exaggerated curvature that gradually spread under her waist made the satin clothes look a bit cramped and could not cover up the exquisiteness of her figure at all.
Li Xuan just looked at it slowly. He would later summon Yang Miaozhen to burn Yang Miaozhen and set Wei Qingling beside him on fire.
After that, he joined them and danced with the fire of desire. Not only did he use this to seize the cultivation of the two junior sisters, he also reached the peak of lust. Finally, he entered the ruthless path, killed them both, and became the master of the sect. .
He wants to tell everyone in the three sects of the Taoist sect who is the most outstanding genius in the Taoist sect for thousands of years!
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Zhao Wujiang continued to browse through the Sutra Pavilion and found no abnormalities.
These books are all Buddhist classics, which are obscure and difficult to understand.
Moreover, there were so many books, so vast that even if the inner teachings of the "Shadowless Prajna Sutra" were in this sutra-storage pavilion, if he wanted to find them, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Is it possible to just stay a little longer and read each book one by one? Zhao Wujiang took a deep breath, then picked up another Buddhist scripture in the dim light of the fire.
The firelight reflected on his face, and he suddenly raised his head and saw two words "心法" written on the bookshelf.
Um? Why haven't I noticed this classification before? Zhao Wujiang was confused.
He squatted down and began to look at the two rows of bookshelves in the mental method classification.
Soon, he was stunned again, because he saw a gray-blue ancient book with "The Formless Prajna Sutra. Heart Method" written on it.
Um? Monk Zhao Wujiang Zhang Er was confused. The top mental method of the "Phaseless Prajna Sutra" was left like this?
He took out the ancient book and began to flip through it, his pupils trembling slightly.
