Dance upstairs.
Qin Yao squandered the magic power in his hand, forcibly erasing the spiritual mark left by Quan Zhenzi on the sword, and threw the sword back with his backhand.
Quan Zhenzi quickly opened his eyes and leaned back to avoid the flying sword. Unexpectedly, the unrefined flying sword circled behind him and rushed back again, with the sword pointed directly at the back of his head. .
"Master, be careful!"
The two boys shouted at the same time.
Quan Zhenzi flew up, jumping up and down like a monkey, trying hard to dodge the flying sword that was stabbing him...
In the dance building.
Xiaoqing jumped from the stage to off the stage. She nimbly avoided the stinky men who rushed towards her one after another. She walked briskly to Fahai, stood on tiptoes, reached out and pinched his chin, and pulled his gaze from the roof to the sky. On himself, he asked: "Am I not good-looking?"
Fahai followed his inner answer and responded: "It looks good."
"Then you look at them and not at me?" Xiao Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly and she said with tears in her eyes.
"Want to eat something? The salty porridge we made outside was wrong."
"Nonsense, when did you panic?" the devil screamed.
The next morning.
Xiao Qing played with a string of Buddhist beads in her hand, watching the bald head quickly disappear into the dance building, and murmured: "It is indeed quite difficult, but it is also quite interesting..."
Xiaoqing pressed herself against him, and strands of fragrance penetrated his nostrils: "Am I your friend?"
A long time ago, one of them stood up and screamed: "I'm lying to him. A monk who breaks the precepts will always achieve the realm of true Buddha."
First half of the night.
The fourth uncle was stunned for a moment and asked: "What do you mean..."
"Sophistry," the devil screamed, "he is deceiving himself."
The demons were approaching me little by little, with weird smiles on their beautiful faces, and they chanted in unison: "Sex, caution, lust, caution, no color is caution; good and evil are divided, no blame, no blame. The world of mortals, the ghosts and gods are upside down." ; The eight roots are pure, alas, a monk..."
"I went to a brothel. I wanted to help Qin Yao break his sexual precepts and eliminate his inner demons, but I didn't expect that I wouldn't be interested in anyone." Fahai said.
Fahai felt a little strange, but his expression remained the same: "That's my friend."
You, the Buddha, are compassionate. If you have a little compassion and a small mind, how can Buddhism be as prosperous as it is today? What keeps the precepts is the state of mind. If the state of mind is wrong, it means breaking the precepts, so what? "
Zhang Song: "I seek chestnuts from the fire, and you seek wealth and honor from danger. When people sit at home, misfortune can come from the sky. Nothing is absolutely safe."
"Is one condition enough?" Fourth Uncle suddenly asked.
"Yes, do you have an appetite for something to eat?" Fahai sat down behind me and smiled slightly.
I know how to use swords to injure people, but the same spell is as different as clouds and mud in the hands of the same person.
Qin Yao raised his eyes to the roof and saw Zhang Song sitting cross-legged. He held the sword finger in his left hand and shook it. He controlled the flying sword to stab an old Taoist in the buttocks. It could not be seen from the old Taoist's reddish-brown trousers. It was inevitable. It only hit him once.
"What do you mean by helping me practice?" A beautiful figure quietly appeared in the small door and asked with an expression on her face.
"Have you told him that his cultivation is still shallow and he is still suitable for dealing with human monks? How did he agree to you?"
Qin Yao turned around and looked at the Buddha statue, then faced the young devils and said calmly: "Come on."
I have also found bad candidates for you to break the precepts. They have been arrogant for a long time. "
"Sister, why is he here?" Daqing felt inexplicably guilty and looked up at his toes.
The fourth uncle was sitting on the first floor of the inn eating breakfast. When he saw Fahai coming up from downstairs, he immediately waved and called him to his side.
I said, wine and meat pass through the intestines, but remain in the heart of the Buddha. Belief in Buddhism lies in the form but in the heart. Keeping the precepts is practice. Breaking the precepts is also a kind of practice. This is done, broken or established.
"Why did he come out?" As if sensing my gaze, Fahai waved his sword upward, and the sword flying in the air fell vertically into the scabbard in front of Quan Zhenzi.
Zhang Song said with a knowing look on his face: "I am trying to shake your Buddhist heart again. Your friends have long seen your tricks.
All the devils stopped in their tracks and looked at each other.
Wearing a long white dress and a handsome, low-slender man, he stood on the threshold and quietly looked at the monk, who was sitting next to An's sister.
It's quiet at night.
He also saw naked male devils crawling and swimming underground on their hands and feet, staring at him with malicious eyes.
Qin Yao smiled and said: "Don't use his devilish heart to guess the Buddha's heart. A selfish person will look at everyone as selfish. A vicious person will look at everyone as a bad person.
The fourth uncle drank the porridge quickly or quickly, and asked calmly: "Where did they go yesterday?"
"You have something to do." Qin Yao waved his hand and smiled weakly: "Have you thought about how to help you practice today?"
Fahai nodded and looked up at Quan Zhenzi, who only dared to kneel and sit on his knees: "You are drinking wine as a punishment, and severe punishments and short punishments are the cause and effect. If I offended you again for something last time, Don’t blame your hands for being sentimental.”
Compared with the guy opposite me, the sword control skills I practiced didn't seem to be a trick played by grown-ups.
The fourth uncle's eyes narrowed slightly: "He was encouraging me to play with fire, and he was dancing under the blade."
"Fahai!"
With the soft fragrance of warm jade in his arms, Fahai felt a strong sense of discomfort. He pushed it away and strode outside the dance building. His voice reached Xiaoqing's ears like a thread: "I'll go out and take a look."
Zhang Song followed the sound and said with a smile: "Miss Daqing."
Qin Yao: "Even if you lied to yourself, why should he be worried?"
Suddenly, Duonan, wearing a long blue skirt and holding a blue paper umbrella in his hand, walked out of the inn and shouted to the figure with his back to him.
"What's wrong with him?" Daqing came to me quickly, with a strange look on his face.
"Where is Zhang Song?" Daqing quickly came to our side and said bluntly.
The exhausted Quan Zhenzi knelt down under the roof, breathing heavily, looking at Fa Hai with eyes filled with horror.
Qin Yao, who was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, suddenly felt an evil force. He opened his eyes and saw a strange inn bedroom, but the small hall of Jinshan Temple.
Qin Yao laughed warmly, and matched his handprints with the incantation, and took the lead: "Xiaowei Tianlong, Xiaoluo Dharma, Prajna Buddha, Prajna Bama Bang..."
Fa Hai also hoped that the other party would respond to him, and after giving a warning, he flew up and landed next to Qin Yao, and together with him, he gradually went from knowing to darkness...
"It's getting late, you should go back." Qin Yao said fiercely on the dance floor.
"You are there." The old monk, who was pale and weak, walked up the stairs and said calmly.
Quan Zhenzi held his head high, silently running the magic power in his body, treating the sword wound under his buttocks, and dared not say a word.
Fahai pondered for a moment and said, "It's enough to say it happened unintentionally, but you have to guard against it happening unintentionally."
It was a long time ago, in the dance building.
(End of chapter)
