[Little master, the background of the story has been passed on to you. Xiao Yao said.

Tao Yanqi nodded slightly, letting the peach blossoms float in the air.

This is probably an era of demons dancing wildly, the passage between the demon world and the human world is wide open, and the world is in chaos.

Demons and monsters are wanton in this world, and there should be heroes born in the human world.

The male protagonist of this world is naturally a hero who can calm down today's troubled times, but the current male protagonist is still hunting wild boars in a small mountain village.

And the villain boss in the future is still a cold monk who doesn't know seven emotions and six desires.

Gong Wangtian is his secular name, and now he has a Dharma name, called Jikong, which means that everything is empty.

It's all empty, it's all empty, everything is empty.

How can everything in this world really be empty?

Tao Yanqi rubbed her eyebrows, spread out her palms, and caught a falling peach blossom.

The peach blossoms are fragrant, and the peach blossom wine is also fragrant.

It's just that now she is trapped in this world and can't get out.

Now she is a demon in a painting, a painting painted by a great painter hundreds of years ago.

The painter put all his heart and soul into this painting, and this painting was naturally contaminated with his painting spirit.

In addition, this painting has been hanging in this temple for hundreds of years, and it has been contaminated with the Buddha system, so this spirit was born.

And she is the newborn spirit.

"Amitabha"

It was the monk's voice again, as if it was close to the ear, and it seemed to be far away from the sky.

Tao Yan blinked, looking at the white expanse.

She knew that beyond the white expanse was the place where the monk was.

But as soon as she approached the white expanse, she was bounced back by a force.

She exhaled in pain, and could only stay obediently in her chair, watching the peach blossoms falling from the sky, as well as the fragrant peach blossom wine.

Outside, Junkong looked at the painting that suddenly flashed red, his hands folded, and his expression became more and more reverent.

"Amitabha"

With this sound of "Amitabha", a golden light came out of his mouth and hit the painting entitled "Peach Blossom Demon".

The golden light suppressed the red light, and the room returned to calm.

The painting is still the same painting, and the monk is still the same monk.

"Amitabha"

He shook his head slightly, and began to recite complicated scriptures in his mouth.

In the painting, Tao Yanqi only felt that there was a voice buzzing non-stop, making her uncomfortable.

And the most important thing is that listening to this voice, she felt that the power she had just gathered was leaked out at once.

Momo Yanqi frowned slightly, knowing in her heart that this should be Minakura's way of preventing her from getting out of the painting.

Now she can't break the confinement in this painting, so she can only stay here sullenly.

Tao Yanqi glanced at the peach blossom wine placed on the table, picked up the wine jug with her slender white fingers, and drank it directly at the spout.

When the peach blossom wine ran down her throat, Tao Yanqi felt a surge of power in her body.

She raised her right hand slightly, and a red light came out of her right hand towards the white expanse.

The red light was quickly swallowed up by the white expanse, but Tao Yanqi felt that the white expanse seemed to dissipate a little.

Tao Yanqi's eyes lit up, could it be that this wine was a prop for her cultivation?

"Amitabha"

"Amitabha"

Two consecutive sounds of "Amitabha" sounded, and I saw that the white was a little thicker.

Tao Yanqi stared slightly, it seems that his brother doesn't want to let him go out~

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