Since Chenya was injured, the impression of Da Sui in his heart has completely changed. When he rode the White Tiger from Fan Gu into the Eastern Great Sui Empire, a land called a demon by his master, his heart was full of disdain. In his opinion, except for Buddhism, all the sects in this world are demons, and the outer ways are insignificant.

Chang'an City gave him enough shock, but it was just because Chang'an City was big enough.

Later, she hid in an inn and showed herself as a woman. This is by no means a shame for Chenya, because in the eyes of the Buddhists, physiognomy does not mean anything special in the first place. Of course, there is a deep-rooted prejudice against gender in Buddhism, and women are sins in their eyes.

So this is a very contradictory thing, Chenya thinks that a woman's body is a sin, but he doesn't think that a woman's appearance is a sin, and this way of thinking that makes people speechless can only seem so righteous and awe-inspiring in Buddhism.

The first thing that changed Chenya's impression of the Great Sui was the Crane Daoist, the domineering red-robed great priest was weird, and his repulsion was worthy of being unparalleled in the world, although it was single, but the power was so strong that it made people palpitate.

I thought that my contempt for the Sui people had been completely abandoned by myself, and I paid enough attention to it in my heart. But when Zhuo Buyi appeared, he couldn't help but feel nervous. This is the second time that after entering Chang'an City, Miao Monk Chenya has been bound and lost his freedom.

The first time was the phantom binding of the crane and the Taoist.

The second time, it was Zhuo Buyi's painting as a prison.

Chenya didn't know who Zhuo Buyi was, and he didn't know what Zhuo Buyi's methods were. But he could feel that the cloth-clothed man's methods seemed to be more powerful than the illusionary bindings of the crane man. When Zhuo Buyi walked in front of him, Chenya finally understood how this man was stronger than the Crane Daoist.

The phantom binding of the crane Taoist is bound to the body.

And the means of this cloth man bind not only the body, but even more than just the restraint.

In an instant, the sweat on Chenya's forehead slid down his cheeks uncontrollably, not because of pain, but because of fear.

He suddenly found that he seemed to have become naked in front of this hateful Sui man. It feels like it's not just that there is no clothing on the body, but even in the heart. Many of the secrets that he had hidden in the darkest places were exposed to the seemingly insipid gaze of that person.

No clothes.

There is no dignity.

He felt naked in his clothes, and he closed the door of his heart tightly only to find that a force was forcing it open in a way that he could not stop. And for this method of directly tearing open the seal to see the secret, he couldn't find a way to stop it.

"You...... Who is it? ”

Chenya was a little difficult, and he rolled his eyes to look at Zhuo Buyi.

Zhuo Buyi didn't answer, but looked at Chenya's eyes, looking very seriously, as if there was something in Chenya's eyes that could attract him. Focused, distracted.

The more focused Zhuo Buyi is, the more scared Chenya becomes.

He tried to use his perseverance to hide the deepest things in his heart that could not be seen again, and he was anxious to find a fig leaf in his heart. But he found that the invading force was like a dazzling sun, hanging in the sky deep in his heart. The most secret places are also illuminated, and there is no dead end. Too bright, too dazzling, too scary, a heart that can't hide anything, or a heart?

"No wonder"

Zhuo Buyi frowned slightly after looking at it for a while, looked sideways at the crane and said softly: "This person actually has a high status in the Buddha Sect, he is the most favored disciple under the Wisdom Heavenly Venerable of the Buddha Sect. The name of the law is Chenya, this name was actually given for him by the King of Dalun Ming of the Great Snow Mountain. This person's best cultivation is the Buddha's Flower Finger and Wuxianggong, these two things are indeed enough to make him proud. ”

The crane Taoist nodded, walked to Zhuo Buyi's side and said, "Mr. Zhuo's painting is a prison, and the poor road has seen it." ”

Zhuo Buyi shook his head slightly and said: "The Heavenly Eye of the Divine Officer is the never-ending illusion binding technique, my painting of the ground has reached the limit, and it is difficult to advance an inch no matter how much I practice, and the power that your Heavenly Eye can exert so far is only very small." In time, I can't even think of anyone who would be able to resist when they saw the illusion. ”

"Sir, praise."

The crane Taoist smiled and said modestly, then walked up to Chenya and asked in a cold voice: "Although you are a disciple of the Wisdom Heavenly Venerable, you may be able to get supreme honor in other places, and the world sees you as if you were a god." But in the Great Sui, you are just a dog that can't live in fear. Poor Dao now gives you a chance to say who the person who saved you that day was and where he is now? ”

When Zhuo Buyi stopped looking at Chenya's eyes, Chenya found that the sun-like light in his heart had also disappeared. This made him involuntarily breathe a sigh of relief, and it was as if the tainted person had finally waited for the end of the tainted process. Although it is hard to change the fact that it is tarnished, it is better than being tarnished forever.

"You want to know, why do I say that?"

Dusty replied.

The crane didn't get angry, but nodded and said, "I just asked you when I should have asked, although I knew that you wouldn't say it if I didn't ask." ”

"You Sui people are so boring?"

"What do you care?"

The crane asked unreasonably, and then slowly stretched out his hand and gently put it on Chenya's chest. The movement was as gentle as to brush the broken leaves off his chest for Chenya, or to smooth out his clothes. But the crane said that the hand was placed on Chenya's chest, and the air around that hand suddenly trembled violently. A circle of ripples visible to the naked eye rippled out in all directions, like a rapidly unfolding storm.

That hand is the center of the storm.

Accuse!

……

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The repulsion force that exploded in the chest of the dust was much smaller than the scale of the repulsion when I first saw the Crane Daoist cultivator, but because it was small, the impact of this repulsion was extraordinarily concentrated. After a circle of air ripples visible to the naked eye rippled on Chenya's chest, the repulsive force penetrated into his body abnormally. But because Zhuo Buyi's painting is a prison, Chenya's body is still fixed on the ground and cannot move.

Therefore, the seemingly subtle but actually violent and sharp repulsion passed through Chenya's chest. A bloody arrow erupted from Chenya's back, carrying with it some minced flesh.

Chenya's body couldn't help but twitch, and the corners of his mouth trembled and a wisp of blood overflowed.

It's just that this proud and conceited monk did not have a trace of submission in his eyes.

Zhuo Buyi seemed to have no interest in this kind of forced confession, and he slowly walked to a large rock not far away and sat down. He looked up at the sky peeking out of the gaps in the branches and leaves of the dense forest, and was stunned. He was a very strange person, and he often kept his head up at the sky and remained motionless. Sometimes sitting all day is until the sky is dark.

If this is a very strange habit of his, it is better to say that it is a habit of his.

It's just that no one knows when and what this habit began. Zhuo Buyi has never been a person who is indifferent to all beings, even if he does not have a bright brocade robe on his body, and he does not have a glorious crown on his head. Fang Xie once said that if Zhuo Buyi wants to be more coquettish, it is indispensable for young women, mature women and even young girls to throw themselves into their arms. Fang Xie once thought about how to describe Zhuo Buyi, but after thinking about it for a long time, he found that only one sentence was barely suitable.

He is a pretending to be a criminal with a literary style.

But there is no doubt that Zhuo Buyi has the capital of bullishness.

Zhuo Buyi looked up at the sky, and the crane was digging holes.

Punch holes in Chenya's body.

When Zhuo Buyi withdrew his gaze from the sky, Chenya's body was already full of holes. But the crane Taoist avoided all the key points on Chenya's body, so that this proud monk was full of holes, but he couldn't die. Looking at the bloody man, where is there still a little bit of the once rich and jade-like touch.

The most important thing is that the crane Daoist just used repulsion to blast the blood hole on Chenya's body one by one, but he didn't ask a word, just asked where the person who saved you was when Zhuo Buyi was in prison with a painting, and then he was concentrating on serious torture, and he didn't seem to have any interest in questioning.

After the thirty-seventh time the palm of his hand left Chenya's body, the crane said that the Taoist was a little hesitant. He didn't hesitate to ask or not, or whether to stop. He hesitated because it was a little difficult to find a place to start in Chenya. He had been avoiding the key points before, but at this time, it was a bit difficult to find the right place.

The crane frowned slightly, pondered for a while, and then slowly raised his hand and put it on Chenya's forehead.

At this moment, Zhuo Buyi's gaze withdrew from the sky and glanced over here. There was some confusion in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared. The moment the Crane Daoist's palm rested on Chenya's forehead, Zhuo Buyi seemed to have lost all interest in this person and cast his gaze to the sky again.

"You're going to kill me?"

Chenya, who seemed to have lost all his strength, suddenly asked, and there still didn't seem to be a trace of fear in his eyes.

"Yes"

The crane bowed slightly.

"Why give up?"

Chenya asked again.

The crane replied seriously: "I have pierced you thirty-seven times, and if you wanted to confess, you should have done so a long time ago." I have used thirty-seven shots to prove that you are not a person who can be persecuted, so there is no need to persecute any more, it is nothing more than a waste of cultivation power. And although you are an enemy, I am so proud that I have decided not to torture you, but to send you a good time. ”

The corners of Chenya's mouth twitched, as if he smiled: "I...... I'm curious, why are you ....... why don't you try to threaten me with the sea of qi that destroyed me before killing me? Isn't this the most direct and effective means of threatening a practitioner? ”

"yes"

The crane shook his head slightly: "But I'm not interested." ”

Chenya snorted, trying to bow his head only to realize that he couldn't move. Then he tried to close his eyes, but found that he couldn't even close his eyelids except for speaking. So, the unwillingness to appear in his eyes was clearly seen by the crane Taoist. Unwillingness, nostalgia, yearning, anticipation, very complicated.

But the crane seemed to have really lost interest, and even ignored the complex meaning in Chenya's eyes. When those things appear in a person's eyes, it often means that the spiritual will has begun to loosen.

His hand was still on Chenya's forehead, and he slowly sent the repulsion out of the meridians. Just as the repulsive force was about to erupt from his palm, suddenly a voice seemed to come from a long distance, ethereal, long.

"That's enough, it's just the worst of evil. Today, I realized that the Sui people were really demons without reverence. ”

Hearing this, the corners of the crane man's mouth couldn't help but pick, a little proud. This is not a forced confession, but a forced person to come out on his own.

PS: Just got home, and this chapter took four hours to code out on a long-distance bus. Normal updates will begin tomorrow, with a minimum of two chapters. In addition, there are two things to report, the first is that the Writers' Association is now paying more and more attention to online literature, and it seems that online authors are about to usher in an era with ID cards. Second...... I have the fruit photo of the crazy knife in the troubled times in my hand, hahahaha.

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