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Zhao Wujiang turned faster and faster, and became more and more shocked.
Because he possesses the secret book of "The Formless Prajna Sutra", he can immediately tell that this ancient book is really the lost mental method.
It's just that he is puzzled. This top-notch mental method is just placed in Lanruo Temple in the Sutra Pavilion? Aren't you afraid of thieves?
Zhao Wujiang couldn't calm down for a moment. This trip went so smoothly, it was even smoother than the original trip to Wangzhou.
Like.
It was like someone pushed the baby directly in front of him.
If something goes wrong, there must be a monster... Zhao Wujiang was not happy, but felt a little solemn in his heart.
But he didn't think much about it, but quickly stuffed the ancient book into his arms and blew out the fire.
Zhao Wujiang walked down the vines and landed lightly under the ancient tree.
The bright moon hung high in the sky, and he seemed to feel something. He looked sideways and his hair stood on end for a moment.
An old monk in tattered monk robes sat beside him at some point, with his hands clasped together and a sad face.
"Amitabha." The old monk was the host of Lanruo Temple, and his tone was compassionate.
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Li Xuan pointed at the center of Yang Miaozhen's eyebrows. The next moment, Yang Miaozhen's eyelids trembled slightly, as if he was suffering from pain, and his face gradually became rosy, becoming more charming and charming.
"Junior sister Yang." Li Xuan called softly with a soft voice:
"I know you're awake."
Yang Miaozhen's delicate body trembled, she opened her eyes and glared angrily:
"Li Xuan, if you do this, you will be hunted down by the three sects!"
The moment the lustful calamity was triggered, Yang Miaozhen was forcibly awakened by the calamity energy. She had just closed her eyes tightly and already knew her situation.
"How many of us cultivators are lucky enough to be born? Most of them will suffer calamity." Li Xuanchou came close to his face and took a breath of the breathtaking aura exuded by Yang Miaozhen.
This breath perfectly ignited the six desires. The desire for lust, appearance, majesty, speech, sound, smoothness, and human appearance were all gathering momentum in his body.
He wanted to tear Yang Miaozhen's clothes apart and release his lust in one fell swoop.
But he is still rational. He wants to let the disaster of seven emotions and six desires be completely ignited in Yang Miaozhen, and then this desire will ignite him and Wei Qingling. At that time, he will be able to perfectly devour the cultivation and Yuan Yin of the two junior sisters.
After walking for a hundred and a half miles, he was like a patient hunter, constantly smelling the faint fragrance of Yang Miaozhen, feeling the freshness of the beautiful girl and virgin, the pleasure of desire and fear.
His eyes narrowed slightly, still looking modest:
"People from the three sects of the Taoist sect died in the calamity, so how can you blame me? It's just that you couldn't resist the calamity of lust from the human sect.
And your desire will ignite the merits accumulated by Junior Sister Wei. Under the karma fire of merits, Junior Sister Wei will either hide in the fire of desire, or be burned to death by the karma fire. "
"And me." Li Xuan's eyes were purple and lustful, and he smiled:
"I sacrificed my life for righteousness and fell into lust to save my two junior sisters, but I couldn't resist the ruthless nature of heaven. The two junior sisters failed to survive the calamity. What's my fault?"
"Senior brother Li, you have been invaded by inner demons. Don't make the same mistake again and again! Turn around and you'll be safe!" Yang Miaozhen was no longer cold, because the thirteen tribulations of lust had begun to erode her mind, and fear arose in her heart.
"Hehehe..." Li Xuan sneered:
"Is it possible to turn around?"
With a smile on his face, he stretched out his big hands to the breast buttons of Yang Miaozhen's bra, about to release the turbulent waves.
Yang Miaozhen looked desperate. She spoke so loudly, but there was no movement outside the house. Li Xuan probably used the sound insulation of the Taoist door to isolate all the sounds in the house.
Didn’t the master say that my good fortune is not here? Is this a blessing? She was filled with grief and anger, but she couldn't get up at all, let alone mobilize her cultivation.
"boom!"
Suddenly, a slightly staggering figure smashed a huge hole in the door, and the cold moonlight also spilled in.
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Under the ancient tree, the abbot of Lanruo Temple wore a tattered monk's robe and kept moving his palms, with a sad look on his face:
"Amitabha."
