"Relics, the color is not different from the empty, the empty is not different from the color."

Lao Qian sat on the ground, his hands folded, his expression was extremely reverent, and there was a trace of weird intoxication, which seemed to be a boring Buddhist scripture in the eyes of most people, but it was a rare elixir here.

"It's the Buddha who is defending the country"

Lao Qian's voice chanting the scriptures did not change at all because of Jiang Qi's arrival, and he was still chanting by himself.

Jiang Qi knew at a glance that this was entering the realm of selflessness and selflessness, which is the so-called epiphany, and it is the spiritual realm that no matter how Taoist and Buddhist cultivators dream of.

On the first floor of this ancient building, there is nothing strange about the arrangement, just an empty hall, just a spiraling staircase in the depths.

It is worth mentioning that not only the outside, but even the inside of the ancient building is full of clear blue crystals.

This entire ancient building is made of this material.

And on the first floor of the ancient building, in addition to Lao Qian, the only thing that can be called weird is the existence in front of Lao Qian.

It was a veiled woman, sitting cross-legged on a high lotus platform, covered with only a thin veil of gold, but on her head, wearing many jeweled ornaments.

The woman's dress can be described as debauched, but it gives people a sense of holiness and inviolability.

In the same way, she also folded her hands and silently recited the scriptures, and if you listen carefully, you will find that the woman's chanting voice coincides with Lao Qian's chanting, and even the ventilation is completely consistent.

Looking at the strange scene in front of him, Jiang Qi looked at Lao Qian again, and focused on Lao Qian's dantian position.

Jiang Qi's expression under the mask became a little weird.

"Is this a chance or a disaster?"

Jiang Qi's heart was full of eccentricity for a while.

He knew, or rather knew, the legend of this woman.

This is a Bodhisattva, don't get me wrong, it's not a big guy like Guanyin Bodhisattva, nor is it an evil thing like the White Bone Guanyin before.

It's a mere description.

The full name is called Clavicle Bodhisattva, also known as Clavicle Guanyin.

But no matter which title it is, the focus is on the word collarbone in front.

The collarbone here is not the one below the neck.

The bone of the clavicle here is an image.

That is, the desires and flesh of man.

Legend has it that the Bodhisattva of the Clavicle would chant sutras with the boy to experience an incomparable desire for bliss, but everything has a price.

After experiencing such transcendent bliss, there are no more desires in the heart, and you can force yourself to achieve the state of emptiness.

It can be said that the threshold of desire has been raised to an incredible level, resulting in all kinds of temptations in the future being no longer stimulated.

It can also be said that it consumes all future desires in one go.

In any case, after experiencing the "practice" with the clavicle bodhisattva, the desires of the mind and the body will be emptied, and there will be no trace of desires left, and you can pursue a higher realm without shackles.

From this point of view, this is a good opportunity.

But again, everything has a price, and clearing all desires is a practice that you can concentrate on, but on the other hand, you will no longer have the opportunity and ability to experience desires.

To put it bluntly, it will become a double heavenly eunuch of spirit and body.

It can only be said that there are gains and losses.

Merely.

Jiang Qi glanced at the old money whose expression was becoming more and more intoxicated, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't think that the old money could be associated with the word "teenager".

Or is it that the Clavicle Bodhisattva has been locked up here for too long and is hungry and thirsty?

But no, the clavicle is not a person, but an image, a concept in the Buddhist scriptures.

There is no such thing as good or evil in itself.

Different people look at the clavicle bodhisattva, and the good and evil are not the same.

In the eyes of those who are struggling to find the way but can't, the clavicle bodhisattva is the existence of dreams.

However, in the eyes of people like Lao Qian, Jiang Qi would not dare to say it, and eighty percent of Lao Qian would think that this was a proper evil thing.

But there are still two percent, and Jiang Qi doesn't dare to pack tickets.

What if Lao Qian is just greedy for money on the surface, but in fact, he is wholeheartedly seeking the Tao in his heart, and the appearance of the Clavicle Bodhisattva is in line with Lao Qian's pursuit?

It's not impossible.

Why don't you just watch it first?

Jiang Qi scratched his chin, after all, he can't make decisions for old money, right?

"Relic"

At this moment, the clavicle suddenly disrupted the original consistent chanting voice and slowly stood up.

I have to say that worthy of the existence of inhuman imagery, the clavicle Bodhisattva has a "perfect" beauty.

Even with human skin, it gives people a sense of inhuman perfection.

It's like a goddess in CG, so exquisite that you can't find a similar real person in reality.

The clavicle Bodhisattva didn't look at Jiang Qi, and in his clean eyes, there was only the shadow of Lao Qian alone.

It walked slowly down the lotus platform, not caring about the spring at all.

Lianbu moved lightly and came behind Lao Qian.

And Lao Qian didn't react at all, just kept chanting.

"Amitabha."

The clavicle leaned behind Lao Qian, exhaled like an orchid, and attached to Lao Qian's ear and gently chanted the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha."

It was as if the old money, who was immersed in his own world, finally responded, smiling and agreeing.

There was a smile of great satisfaction and a hint of hidden longing.

The clavicle bodhisattva also smiled, raised his hands, and hugged Lao Qian's head, as if he wanted to merge with Lao Qian.

Jiang Qi knew that this was the real blissful desire that was about to begin.

The previous chanting was just a foreshadowing of bliss.

If you want to stop it, it can only be now, and no matter how late it is, the old money will really become a heavenly eunuch.

"Buzz."

Jiang Qi raised his hand, his fingertips were filled with turquoise vitality, and then Jiang Qi silently operated the Medicine Pill Sutra, and the original turquoise vitality became more agile.

A minty-like scent spreads.

This is a way of using the medicine pill to simulate the characteristics of any kind of medicinal herb.

Now what Jiang Qi has come up with is a kind of brain-awakening pill with peppermint as the main medicine, and its main effect is nothing else, which is to refresh the mind.

Jiang Qi put this smart vitality pill in front of Lao Qian.

"Ahem."

It can be said that the results were immediate.

The next moment, Lao Qian coughed twice and opened his confused eyes.

The clavicle bodhisattva didn't react, still holding the old money from behind, his face full of love and favor.

In the eyes of the clavicle bodhisattva at this moment, old money is its lover.

Therefore, it did not stop Lao Qian from coming to his senses at all, because it knew that his lover would definitely return to its world.

"Senpai?"

The first thing Lao Qian noticed was the senior in front of him, and then he realized that there seemed to be someone behind him.

Slowly turning his head, he saw the beautiful collarbone.

"What's going on?"

Rao is an old man, and he was stunned for a while.

It's not that he hasn't seen beautiful women, but that kind of "perfect" image is not something that people can have at all.

"Clavicle Bodhisattva, do you know?"

Old Qian was confused, and the hoarse voice of the senior in his ears sounded.

"What?"

Lao Qian was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously began to search for the keyword clavicle bodhisattva in his mind.

After a while, Lao Qian was first confused, and then his eyes widened, and the emotions in him changed from surprise to panic.

Obviously, as the head of the Jizhou Mystery Bureau, Lao Qian knows the legend of the Clavicle Bodhisattva.

"Senior !!"

Lao Qian made a sound like killing a pig, and his voice was split.

"Save me, ahh!!!!!h

(End of chapter)