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Under the desolate moonlight, Lanruo Temple is full of ghosts.
Zhao Wujiang searched for the old monk's figure under the moonlight, but did not find it.
He did not believe that the abbot of Lanruo Temple would not notice such a big movement.
But so far, except for the chirping of night insects and the rustling of leaves, there are no unnecessary sounds around.
Oh no.
There was also a gasping sound.
The voice was low, as if suppressing something, and filled with endless charm.
Zhao Wujiang looked back and saw the tall and beautiful Taoist nun, slumped on the bed, looking at him with blurred eyes, but there was still a hint of clarity in the blur, and her lips were moving, as if she was saying something.
He hurriedly walked into the house and wanted to help the Taoist nun to check his pulse, but the Taoist nun didn't know where the strength came from. She pushed Zhao Wujiang hard, her proud posture rose and fell, and she said in a trembling voice:
"leave me alone!"
"There is something wrong with you." Zhao Wujiang was not angry. The tall and beautiful Taoist nun in front of him exuded an aura of pure lust. It was very similar to the Su Huayi he had seen after being poisoned by winter medicine, but there was a huge difference.
Because Su Huayi was originally a medicine and belonged to the medical profession, but the Taoist nun in front of her looked more like she had been possessed by a magic spell.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Qingling, who was beside Yang Miaozhen, suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes filled with pink like water waves, and she also began to breathe suppressedly.
Um...Zhao Wujiang was speechless for a moment, what's going on?
He said seriously:
"It's both of you now, and things are not right."
"Qing Ling, quickly recite...Purify...Purify the Mind Charm!" Yang Miaozhen's eyebrows became more and more anxious. She felt that her whole body was extremely hot, and the thoughts in her mind became more and more confusing. She was particularly worried about her junior sister.
"Your Majesty... Taixing, you will never stop responding. Exorcise evil spirits and bind evil spirits, protect your life and body!" Wei Qingling's body trembled, and she couldn't help tearing her satin undershirt while chanting the aphorisms with difficulty. Mind spell.
Her cultivation level was not as good as that of her senior sister Yang Miaozhen, and she was not a disciple of the Renzong. Naturally, it was difficult for her to resist the lust of the Renzong. She kept chanting word by word:
"The wisdom is clear, the mind...is at peace. The three souls are eternal! There is no loss of soul! The urgency is like the law!"
But reciting the Heart-Purifying Mantra in full, it still didn't work. Wei Qingling tore her clothes, and Xiao He showed her sharp corners.
Zhao Wujiang had no intention of seeing anything inappropriate, he just said coldly:
"Do you have any other options? It may be difficult for your fellow disciples to resist..."
"Come on..." Yang Miaozhen's eyes were as charming as silk, but she still persisted. She was already suffering heartbreaking pain all over her body. Thirteen calamities of lust generally did not appear. Only when there was something wrong with her cultivation, or It will only appear when you are about to advance.
She was forcibly led into the tribulation of lust by Li Xuan, and her cultivation was temporarily sealed by Li Xuan feeding her talismans. Now that she is no longer in the sect, it is impossible for her to resist, and she will only fall into lust.
Unless someone relieves her and allows her to understand the taste of lust, she will not die due to lust.
Zhao Wujiang leaned closer. Although the beautiful Taoist nun in front of him was graceful and charming, she had never been a coward who took advantage of others' danger, nor was he someone who had trouble sticking to his true heart.
He stood some distance away and said calmly: "Say."
"Junior sister Qingling...contaminated...contaminated...if the desire is not deep, there is still hope..." Yang Miaozhen breathed out like a blue, her voice trembling:
"If you forcibly seal her Tan...Zhong...the four acupoints of...Tianshu...Xuanji, her cultivation will be damaged at most. It only takes a few months to cultivate...she can't lose it. ..Body...Son...
quick! "
Zhao Wujiang quickly pressed his fingers on the four acupuncture points of the little Taoist nun. The little Taoist nun groaned, her face turned red, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and she passed out.
Yang Miaozhen breathed a sigh of relief.
But it was with this release that the power of lust burned her body like fire, licking her delicate body, making her gasp harder and moan.
"If...master didn't lie to me...then...you!"
She suddenly grabbed Zhao Wujiang and pounced on him with a burning desire.
