Asked The Red Dust

Chapter 135: Buddha Temple

Qin Yi was almost choked to death by this sentence.

He wanted the portrait of Jingze because he could only feel some soul in the portrait of the woman, but this felt very virtual, just a little bit of intrigue. He couldn't decide whether it was "soul-hooking" or "soul-protecting", or was he just throwing his soul into painting? This is a diametrically opposed concept.

Tassel didn't speak, Qin Yi didn't know what it was thinking, and he didn't want to count on tassels, and he planned to make some judgments by himself.

So let Jingze draw himself, then it can feel very clear.

As a result, this product is not profitable.

Qin Yi's eyes rolled around, seeing some peach blossom petals falling on Jingze, he secretly shook himself.

The petals silently turned into a pink gauze and draped over Jingze.

Jingze bounced like an electric shock, throwing off the light yarn, and it was funny and funny: "Your Excellency is really right, why is it so childish?"

Qin Yi said with a smile: "What is childish?

Jing Ze sat back again: "Let me wear a woman dress, I won't draw you, what's the use?"

"So you only paint women?" Qin Yi asked with great interest: "Or are you only willing to paint women?"

Jingzedao ​​said: "The artist paints the beauty of the world. Only beautiful things deserve to be poured into the soul to leave a mark. What good men can draw?"

"It's time you didn't grow, it turned out to be salty and wet!" Qin Yi despised: "Is the beauty of male masculinity beautiful?"

Jingze said nothing.

Qin Yi said again: "The flowing water of the small bridge is beautiful, but is it not beautiful to go eastward?"

Jingze sighed: "Isn't it good to sleep with your masculine beauty?"

"What am I ..." Qin Yi felt the mace.

Jing Ze hid a bit.

Qin Yidao: "Do you want to taste this masculine meaning beautiful?"

Jingze reluctantly said: "The guest is an interesting person. The peach blossoms in this mountain temple, the magnificent scenery on earth, why not appreciate and appreciate, what are the poor painters doing?

When he said this, he looked at the temple gate, where a lot of women were entering the temple to worship the Buddha, Yingyingyanyan, hire Tingting.

Qin Yi followed his gaze, thoughtfully.

Mountain temple, peach blossom.

I'm afraid he pointed otherwise.

"Come on." Qin Yi patted his shoulder: "Wait for me to appreciate, then come to you."

Jingze watched Qin Yi enter the temple, and slowly lowered his head to draw his female figure.

An old man passed by and whispered: "The emissaries let you draw the man just now, using a shock pen."

Jingze's paintbrush left a big smudge on the painting. He did not turn his head and slowly said: "I have not joined Vientiane Sen Luozong, who is my envoy?"

"Benzong is very kind to you, and you won't even help me with this little favor? This man is not yours!"

Jing Ze was silent for a long time before whispering: "I have to see what he does before I can decide."

"Sterky!" The old man said angrily: "Why would the Wandao Xiangong outgrow someone like you!"

"So ... Wandao Immortal Palace doesn't accept me either. I'm just a poor painter who hasn't even entered the threshold of practice."

Over there, Qin Yi entered the temple gate and saw a golden Buddha with a height of several feet. He smiled and propped up his belly, and the good men and women around the temple bowed piously.

Qin Yi also saw Buddha worshiping, and secretly sensed it, and found nothing unusual.

The Buddhist temple is very large, and obviously there is nothing wrong with this main hall. Qin Yi, just like ordinary tourists, walked in behind people, happily.

After passing through the palaces, there were countless cigarettes and the crowd gradually diverged.

Qin Yi at a glance saw the woman who was painting by Jingze before, and was taking her maid to a very side corridor. Qin Yi followed with curiosity and walked for a while before seeing a looming partial hall in the corner, covered in peach blossoms, almost invisible.

At this time another woman came out of the side hall and left in a hurry. When passing by Qin Yi, the fragrant wind blew, shyly bowed his head, with peach blossoms on his face.

Qin Yi slowly walked over and looked up at the plaque in this partial hall: "Qi Zi Hall."

Qin Yi sucked her lips, but in fact already guessed what the routine was.

Just curious about the specific situation, he slowly followed in, but unexpectedly there was no guard. Instead, there was a man with his wife, and he knelt down and prayed in front of the Buddha statue.

A monk stood beside him, and when he saw them, he said, "There is a female temple in the house.

The couple apparently did not have any doubts, and the man said: "That little flower you go and pray, I will wait outside for a while."

The woman followed the monk into the back door. The man stood outside the door and saw the peach blossoms full of trees, and the scenery was pleasant.

"..." Qin Yi was so blown up and down by this tune that he thought about it, hid in the corner where others could not see, and quietly disappeared.

His invisibility technique is no longer as semi-fuzzy as he was when he was a beginner. Now he must look carefully to see a little vague shadow, and he can't see it without looking closely. As long as you avoid people's eyes, don't sway it too much, it will not be much different from being really invisible.

Qin Yi quietly entered the back door, only to find there was a corridor in the back door. There were several small halls in the corridor, which seemed to be received separately.

He followed the woman who was waiting for her husband, and flashed into the door. The door of the temple closed quickly.

The layout of this small hall is very interesting. On the front is a very kind Guanyin statue, but all around are pink curtains. The ambiguous meaning is faintly heard. The sandalwood burning in the air obviously has a slight fascination effect.

Just as Qin Yi was going to quietly add some protection to the woman to avoid being influenced by the infatuation, she saw that the woman was leaning on the monk actively, and she smiled and said: "The enemy, I really want to die."

Qin Yi's eyes almost bulged out.

The monk also hugged the woman with a smile, and his big hands began to touch irregularly: "How can you get a child if you don't come often?"

The woman smiled and said, "The dead ghost can't do it by himself. It's hard to look at people. He must accompany him every time. He has to wait until he is free."

The monk laughed even more: "Isn't it better if he comes, help you and me."

The room soon began to spicy eyes, Qin Yi took advantage of their moment of passion, quietly opened the door quietly and drilled out.

I thought that the monk was cheating, so it seems that it has already been hooked up to be a traitor. What else can I do?

At this moment, the woman's voice suddenly came from the small hall next door: "Master asks you to take your own weight, the little girl belongs to her husband ..."

The movement of Qin Yi's heart was precisely the female voice painted by Jingze before.

The voice of a monk chanting Buddha came: "My wife is confused. If the wife has no children for a long time, it is a seven-out rule. At this point, it is nothing more than asking for children. This is the Buddha's son."

The woman seemed a little hesitant, and after a while, she resolutely said: "What's the benefit of deceiving others and deceiving others? The concubine lives up to her husband. If the master wants to use force, I will ..."

The voice did not fall, and suddenly snorted, as if knocked out.

The monk's voice said sorrowfully: "Forget it, this is the soul protected by the portrait of Jingze, not affected by the ecstasy here. Give her to forget the worry, go to her memory, and let her go back."

Another man said: "Because Jingze is a ghost, drawing a fart, how can the elders allow him to be so messy."

The monk sighed: "Vientiane Sen Luozong is protecting him, forget it. In fact, whether it is fascinated is only one of them, so many of us are really fooled by a few words and it is the majority who are really deceived by the Buddha. com ~ There are not many such fierce people, nor is it necessary to ask her, no need to do much. "

After a pause, he smiled and said: "In fact, it is not obsessed. Once it is hooked up, it is the flesh and the fire. It is said that many brothers said that the nerd Jingze did all the useless work and gave the elegant number.

The other man laughed, and said, "What about this maid? It hasn't been painted yet. Now I can't bear to let it be wrapped around me. Or brother, so, the woman belongs to you, this maid returns." I, anyway, I will erase my memories together, no one knows. "

"After the woman was blamed for that, her body reacted to her. How could you just erase the memory? In case of confusion in life and endless troubles, forget it."

"Then the woman wouldn't touch it. How about we play with this maid? Anyway, she only knows that she took the initiative to ask for joy, and she has no face to tell her afterwards."

The previous monk was obviously quite emotional. Two male voices laughed lowly for a while, and the sound of tearing clothes came.

"Bang!" Suddenly the door was kicked open, turning around and looking empty.

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