The cold, powerless, disgusting sun shone on the ascetic remnant's face, and his face was already flushed, a kind of flush that can only be found on the face of an immortal Buddha, a kind and kind flush.

The smile on his face at this time was even stronger, a kind and friendly smile, as kind as he wanted, as friendly as he wanted, as friendly as he wanted, but there was an indescribable, indescribable depraved, lewd, and obscene sin in his eyes, and there was as much sin as there was sin.

Ascetic: "I was originally here to kill people, but now I have changed my mind." ”

Yang Qing said: "What do you want to do?" ”

Ascetic didn't speak, his eyes were already caressing her body, slowly and gently, but his heart was enjoying it.

Yang Qing said: "You are a monk. ”

Ascetic: "Yes. ”

"And what do you want to do?"

"The color of wine often passes, and the Buddha stays in his heart."

"You broke the vows?"

The ascetic remnant smiled and laughed as kindly as he could.

"Monks are also human beings and laymen."

"Vulgar?"

"Yes."

"Then you ......"

"The laity should practice in the way of the laity."

"Practice?"

"This kind of practice is much more interesting and joyful than chanting."

"Aren't you afraid of the Buddha's punishment?"

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid, so I'll recite the Diamond Sutra a few more times afterwards, which will be counted as self-punishment."

"You're going to go to eighteen levels of hell."

"The Buddha often taught me that if we don't go to hell, who will go to hell."

"You don't have a good death."

"Now I think, you come and let me die and come alive, okay?"

Yang Qing was speechless, her lips were already twitching.

She couldn't control herself anymore, every inch of her body was shaking violently, and her chest was rising and falling so violently that it seemed as if she was about to jump out at any moment.

The ascetic took off his shirt, revealing the upper half of his body.

The shriveled, fleshless body was already shaking and twitching, and in the morning light it looked like a lewd demon who had escaped from the eighteen layers of hell, as lewd as he was.

The kindness on his face grew stronger, so thick that it made people panic, fear, and collapse, and he laughed and trembled.

The lustful and obscene color in his eyes gradually lightened, but the color of hunger, thirst, and need became stronger.

"Don't be afraid."

Yang Qing was silent.

She collapsed suddenly, she could no longer control herself completely, as if she was powerless and collapsed.

Ascetic smirked, jumped, and screamed.

This is his interesting, happy practice, which is interesting and happy, as if he is going crazy and crazy.

He stared at Yang Qing and said, "Don't be afraid. ”

Yang Qing was silent and did not move.

She felt like dead flesh without a trace of strength, and every trace of strength in her body seemed to have been strangled to death by this lustful demon, strangled alive.

It was as if she had become a piece of dead flesh that could only breathe.

Ascetic: "Isn't it exciting. ”

Yang Qing forced herself to shake her head.

Ascetic: "Actually, you should close your eyes, and after a while you won't be afraid, really." ”

He said it very seriously and sincerely, as if it made perfect sense.

Yang Qing twitched and gasped, as if she was powerless to shake her head.

Asceticism: "This is enjoyment, how many years later, when you look back on it, you will definitely feel exciting and enjoyable." ”

Yang Qing was already gagging.

Ascetic stopped talking, and he slowly took off his pants.

When he took off his pants, he saw a knife suddenly stretch out, and the light of the knife rolled by.

He suddenly fell, gasping for breath, trying to struggle to get up, but he couldn't, and it took a long time to sit up, touch the lower half of his body with his hand, and look at it.

Then the kind and smug look on his face, and the hunger, thirst, and need in his eyes, suddenly froze, froze to death, and froze to death.

The lower half of the body suddenly turned into dry bones without a trace of flesh and skin, and the dry bones that had lost their hair and were white.

The ascetic gritted his teeth and screamed.

If you have ever heard the painful and terrible scream of a giant python when it is about to give birth, it will be easy to think of how painful and resentful he is now.

The ascetic screamed and tore off the lower half of his body, and crawled desperately, crawling towards Yang Qing.

The knife light is another roll.

His arms suddenly turned into dry bones without a trace of flesh.

So he was not crawling, but wandering like a snake, swimming over at once, swimming over and biting Yang Qing's feet, biting him to death.

They were all gasping and moaning.

His eyes seemed to have shone from excessive hunger and need, an evil light that had endured loneliness, emptiness, and panic for a long time.

was staring at Yang Qing's firm, full chest that was about to jump out violently, up and down like a poisonous snake,......。

He was biting, gasping and moaning, and he couldn't tell whether it was pain or pleasure.

At this time, a man suddenly fell from the sky and fell on the small temple.

Fluttering like cherry blossoms, beautiful, brilliant and brilliant.

With a gentle wave of her hand, she magically tied up the penance remnants like a pig, and then magically flew back.

The flying cherry blossom looked at him quietly, with pity, surprise, and fear in her eyes.

"I know what you want, I know what you want...... ”

He said this seven or eight times before he removed the shoe that he had bitten in his mouth and leaned his firm, plump chest against it,......。

His flesh-like face had become extremely calm and peaceful, without a trace of pain or sorrow, as if he had fallen asleep naturally.

"Deadly lotus, I know it's you."

There was no sound, but the sword light rolled up and rolled towards the small temple.

The small temple suddenly fell, and her people were as beautiful, brilliant, and brilliant as cherry blossoms, and floated away.

"Lotus, a wolf in heat will always be abandoned by the wolves, just as an emotional flower will be chased and killed by the flowers, do you know what your fate will be?"

Not far from the ground, a man crawled out of the ground.

A knife, a man.

Yang Qing looked at this person, this person who looks very strange when he sees it every day.

Every time this person looked at her, his eyes were full of uneasy and kind smiles, and whoever was stared at like this would easily get angry, and then angrily break his eyes.

This person is the second shopkeeper.

She never dreamed that the shopkeeper would be the deadly lotus in the Wanhua Building.

He hung the kitchen knife casually behind his butt as usual. Then he looked at her, and he looked at her still uneasy and kind, especially when he looked at her firm, full chest, which was so bad that she was already in tears.

The kind of tears that come out of excessive fear and prostration.

He didn't speak, but gently took her in his arms.

She didn't speak, she lay in his arms, lying quietly, also enjoying, enjoying the calm, stable tenderness and sweetness he brought to herself.

Then silently wept, she closed her eyes, but the tears flowed even more.