As night fell, a hint of silence filled the alley.
Qian Tu leaned against the wall gently, his steps slow and steady.
Suddenly, a small door appeared in his sight. He raised his eyebrows and reached out to gently open a gap.
Through the crack in the door, he saw the small courtyard outside the door illuminated by moonlight and empty.
He cautiously stuck his head out and looked around, finding that everything in the distance seemed calm and nothing unusual.
After thinking for a moment, he slowed down and walked out.
There was silence in the temple as Qian Tu inspected every corner one by one.
He opened his Dharma Eyes, but found no trace of the one-eyed demon monk, nor did he feel the presence of any evil spirit.
In the darkness, only the faint moonlight shone in a corner of the corridor.
Qian Tu's eyes were attracted by a monk wearing yellow robes in the distance. He quickly dragged himself into the corner of the dark corridor to avoid being discovered.
Under the moonlight, he could clearly see the face of the bald monk, without any scars. Obviously, this monk's status in Gaode Temple was not prominent.
As the monk was walking, he suddenly turned around and slipped into the crack of the ajar door like a civet cat.
Seeing this, Qian Tu followed closely. After a quick glance, he decisively came to the other side of the temple. He dipped his hand in some saliva and gently poked the paper window. The slight sound sounded particularly clear in the darkness.
He saw that the space inside the temple was incredibly small, as narrow as a honeycomb. It was hard to imagine that this was a solemn temple, more like a simple woodshed.
The Bodhisattva on the altar is inconspicuous, almost the size of a baby. She holds the secret seal and holds an exquisite and small bottle in her hand.
Two candles were barely lit, and the weak light barely illuminated the entire hall, but it seemed dim and gloomy.
At this time, a figure knelt down devoutly in front of the Buddha. However, it was not the monk who had just entered, but a woman dressed in gorgeous silk. Her clothes were luxurious and delicate, showing her noble status.
As night falls, a quiet and peaceful atmosphere fills the temple. Qian Tu frowned slightly, confused by the sight of a woman appearing in the temple so late at night. However, before he had time to think about this issue, the woman began to chant in a low voice.
Her voice was like ripples on a silent lake, low and plaintive: "O Great Merciful and Compassionate Bodhisattva, please give me a son. If I can no longer have children, I will be beaten by my husband's family." Her words seemed as if It was a wave, carrying deep sadness and helplessness, that broke the originally quiet temple.
At the same time she said these words, as if driven by some invisible force, the wooden board under the altar slowly opened like an ordinary mechanism, revealing a dark hole, followed by a The black strip of cloth was thrown out of the hole and landed accurately in front of her.
Upon seeing this, the woman's expression instantly became complicated and struggling, as if she understood the deeper meaning. After a moment, she reached out with trembling hands to pick up the cloth on the ground, and covered her eyes with both hands.
Then, seven or eight bald monks slowly walked out from the dark cave entrance. They were naked and had their hands clasped together, slowly surrounding her like a sacred ceremony. Those monks were like silent stone sculptures, exuding a mysterious and majestic aura.
One of the monks, who was naked to the upper body, quietly walked forward, came around behind her, and hugged her tightly. The woman felt her body shake. She didn't resist at all, but her breathing gradually became heavier.
After the clothes were taken off, he brought the woman into the dark cave, and a faint sound of rapid breathing came out. After a while, the monk who went down first came up, and then another monk jumped down from the cave entrance, and so on. They were proceeding in an orderly manner.
Qian Tu witnessed all this and was stunned. All his previous understanding of Kotoku Temple was completely overturned.
"So siblings..."
Suddenly, he noticed something. He turned around suddenly and saw a monk standing there quietly like a lonely mountain peak under the bright moonlight. His tall and straight figure suppressed the entire temple.
"Oops, I was discovered!"
The monk was not angry because of Qian Tu's words. Instead, he maintained a calm attitude. He said politely: "Amitabha, donor, I am here to visit you late at night. What are you doing?"
"Huh, Kotokuji, that's it. You are using such a despicable way to fulfill your wish to have a child. It's really shocking. Once this despicable behavior is known to the world, it will be despised!" Qian Tuleng Hum.
However, the monk did not respond. He just waved his hand gently and turned away.
Qian Tu frowned and decided to follow him.
The monk came to a pavilion, lit the lamp oil, and sat on a stool. He continued: "Haha, maybe the donor thinks that the monks at Kotoku Temple are impure people? But has the donor ever thought that those pilgrims would be idiots? Why do they come to worship the Buddha late at night?"
Hearing this, Qian Tu was stunned. He suddenly remembered that the woman closed her eyes voluntarily and was obviously not forced.
Noticing the change in Qian Tu's expression, the monk smiled and continued: "Some people desire to have a son, so we agreed to them. It is natural for monks to do good deeds with compassion."
These words made Qian Tu feel even more conflicted, and he couldn't help but frown, "Good deeds? Humph, I see what's the difference between you and lewd thieves?"
"This statement is wrong. Didn't the donor observe their voluntary appearance? We just try our best to satisfy their wishes. What's wrong?" A smile appeared on the monk's face. "What's more, Kotoku Temple has never claimed that My own Bodhisattva has the magical power to seek children. These are spread by the pilgrims themselves, so what does it have to do with us?"
Hearing this, Qian Tu suddenly thought of his third brother and his wife. I'm afraid he didn't know anything about all this, and his good wife actually participated in such a despicable act!
What a disgrace!
"Nonsense!" Thinking of this, Qian Tu's heart burned with rage, and he slammed the stone table with a "crash" sound. The stone table shattered in response, "Gaodeji is really a shameless person!"
I originally planned to look for evidence of collusion between Kotokuji and monsters, but now it seems that it is no longer necessary. This dirty thing is enough to arouse the anger of the masses! He was about to rush towards the monk, but suddenly stopped.
"Donor, be careful what you say!"
The monk finally stopped smiling, stood up, and approached Qian Tu step by step, exuding a chilling aura.
This monk's aura was very powerful. Even though Qian Tu had cultivated to the twelfth level of Qi, he still felt a sense of crisis. I'm afraid this monk was also a practitioner, but he still had no fear. "Why, dare you do it but dare not admit it? I have exposed your hypocritical and ugly faces today!"
After finishing speaking, Qian Tu gathered all his true energy and concentrated it on his sword finger.
The monk shook his head and sighed: "I advise the donor not to meddle in other people's business. Otherwise, the poor monk will not mind sending you back to the west."
Qian Tu was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. With a movement of his body, he walked directly in front of the monk. However, as soon as he got closer to about one meter, he suddenly noticed that the surrounding space suddenly became distorted. It seemed that there was a giant net of condensed energy that bound him, slowing down his speed a lot.
He quickly mobilized his true energy to protect his meridians to avoid damage.
Qian Tu was horrified to find that the monk's cultivation was far more powerful than he had imagined.
"Void Core Realm!"
Qian Tu secretly screamed that something was not right. This time he encountered a tough situation, but he still planned to give it a go. After all, there was no possibility of retreating.
"Break it for me!"
Qian Tu shouted loudly, and the true energy in his body surged out like a flood, trying to break through this invisible shackles.
The sword energy was like a rainbow, devastating and tearing apart this giant web in one fell swoop.
The monk's expression finally changed slightly, and he sighed softly.
"Well, in this case, I won't hold back any more. Donor, please be careful!"
Immediately, he pushed it out with both palms, and a fierce wind swept Qian Tu.
He knew he couldn't avoid it, so he simply faced it.
However, the monk had no intention of evading, but just stared at Qian Tu's crazy attack indifferently, without even needing to defend.
He is like a Mount Tai, as stable as a rock, standing tall and majestic.
"Bang~Boom~"
Qian Tu's sword finger stabbed the monk between his eyebrows, but it had no effect. He only felt that it had stabbed an indestructible steel bone.
The monk, filled with golden light, seemed to be protected by a giant bell.
"Golden Bell Cover Iron Shirt?" Qian Tu whispered in his heart. He already knew the power of this technique. He once used it to kill a monk, but it was easily broken by the sword energy. But now, he was helpless. The gap between the twelfth level of Qi training and the realm of Xudan was clearly visible.
However, Qian Tu did not give up. He once again improved his internal strength and tried to break through this seemingly insurmountable barrier.
"Boom~" A violent shock wave swept across, leaving leaves flying and dust flying around. Qian Tu was severely knocked out, smashing two old crooked-necked trees in the air before finally stopping. Blood stains spilled from the corners of his mouth, and his whole body felt like it was falling apart.
"stop!"
At this moment, an old monk came slowly with a group of young monks.
The old monk's bald head was crisscrossed with eight ring scars, and his pale goatee contrasted with his fiery red cassock.
"Amitabha, since the donor can reach the twelfth level of Qi training, which is not easy for such a young person, please don't be stubborn." The old monk slowly said, "If the donor can repent, I am willing to help you achieve enlightenment and achieve success. Buddha’s opportunity.”
Qian Tu wiped the blood from his mouth and stared at the monk with burning eyes, "You old bald donkey, don't try to fool me with your sweet words!"
The old monk sighed, "Amitabha, donor, this poor monk only wants to ask you for the last time if you want to leave?"
"Gee, it seems that you guys are planning to bully others?"
Just when Qian Tu was about to speak, a seductive voice suddenly sounded.
Everyone followed the sound and saw a beauty lying on the roof under the moonlight at night, with enchanting words coming from her seductive red lips.
At this moment, she was watching them lazily and seductively.
When Qian Tu saw this person, his pupils shrank!
