Qin Yi almost choked to death by this sentence.

He wanted Jing Ze to paint a portrait because he could only feel some soul in the woman's portrait, but this feeling was very empty, just a little bit of dark induction. He couldn't tell if it was a "soul seducer" or a "soul protector", or if it was just that he had devoted his soul to painting?

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

So I asked Kyozawa to draw himself, and I could feel it clearly.

As a result, the goods did not earn three hundred taels.

Qin Yi's eyes rolled, and when he saw some peach blossom petals falling on Jing Ze's body, he secretly flicked his fingers.

The petals silently turned into a pink light veil and draped over Kyozawa's body.

Jing Ze bounced up like an electric shock, shook off the light yarn, and was angry and funny: "Your Excellency is a really virtuous person, why are you still so childish?"

Qin Yi smiled and said: "Giving back to the other in the other way, what is childishness?"

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

"So you can only draw women?" Qin Yi asked with interest, "Or do you only want to draw women?"

Jing Ze said: "The painter paints the beauty of the world, only beautiful things are worth pouring into the soul to leave a mark, what beauty can men paint?"

"You deserve to paint and haven't grown, it turns out to be a salty wet!" Qin Yi said with disdain: "Isn't male masculine beauty beautiful?"

Kyozawa was silent.

Qin Yi said again: "The small bridge and flowing water are beautiful, but isn't it beautiful to go to the east of the big river?"

Jing Ze sighed: "Isn't it good for Your Excellency to sleep with your masculine beauty in your arms?"

"I'm so ......" Qin Yi took out a mace.

Kyozawa dodged for a moment.

Qin Yi said: "Do you want to taste the beauty of this masculine meaning?"

Jing Ze said helplessly: "The guest is an interesting person. The peach blossoms in this mountain temple, the magnificent scenery in the world, why don't you go and appreciate it, what are you pestering me to do with a poor painter?"

When he said this, his eyes looked at the temple gate, where many women were entering the temple to worship the Buddha, Yingying Yanyan, hiring Tingting.

Qin Yi followed his gaze thoughtfully.

Mountain temple, peach blossom.

I'm afraid he means something else.

"Okay. Qin Yi patted him on the shoulder: "Wait for me to appreciate it, and then come to you." ”

Jing Ze watched Qin Yi enter the temple, and slowly lowered his head to draw a picture of his woman.

An old man passed by and said in a low voice: "The envoy asked you to draw the man just now, with a horror pen." ”

Kyozawa's brush slammed, leaving a large stain on the painting. He didn't turn his head, and said slowly: "I didn't join the Vientiane Senluo Sect, who is my envoy?"

"This sect is very benevolent to you, and you don't even want to help with this little favor?

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

"Pedantic!" the old man said angrily: "How could there be such a pedantic person as you in the Wandao Immortal Palace!"

"So...... Wandao Immortal Palace will not accept me. I'm just a poor painter who hasn't even entered the threshold of cultivation. ”

Over there, Qin Yi entered the temple gate, and saw a golden Buddha several feet high, smiling with a big belly, and the good men and women around him kowtowed devoutly.

Qin Yi also saw the Buddha bow, and secretly sensed it, but found nothing abnormal.

The Buddhist temple is very large, and apparently there is nothing wrong with this main hall. Qin Yi is just like an ordinary tourist, walking behind people and going inside, as he pleases.

Passing through the halls inside, there were countless cigarettes, and the crowd gradually diverted.

Qin Yi saw at a glance the woman painted by Jing Ze before, and she was walking with the maid to a very remote corridor on the side. Qin Yi followed curiously, and walked for a while before he saw a looming side hall in the corner, hidden in the peach blossom bush, almost invisible.

Another woman happened to come out of the side hall at this time and left in a hurry. When he passed by Qin Yi's side, the fragrant breeze was blowing, and he bowed his head shyly, with peach blossoms on his face.

Qin Yi walked over slowly, looking up at the plaque in this side hall: "Ask for a son hall." ”

Qin Yi smacked his lips, he had actually guessed what kind of routine this was.

It's just that I'm still a little curious about the specific situation, so I slowly followed in, but unexpectedly there were no guards, but there was a man accompanying his wife, kneeling in front of the Buddha statue and praying honestly.

A monk stood beside him, and when he saw them worshipping, he said: "There is a women's hall inside, please send a blessing to the son and mother, and men are not allowed to enter." ”

The couple obviously didn't have any suspicions, so the man said, "Then Xiaohua, you go and pray, I'll wait outside for a while." ”

The woman followed the monk through the back door. The man stood outside the door and saw the peach blossoms full of trees, the scenery was pleasant, and he couldn't help but feel a jade Xiao and blow a phoenix.

"......" Qin Yi was blown by this song, thought about it, hid in a corner that others couldn't see, and quietly hidden.

His stealth technique is no longer as obvious as when he first learned it, and now he has to look carefully and can see a little vague shadow, and he can't see it at all if he doesn't look closely. As long as you avoid people's eyes and don't swagger too much, it's not much different from being really invisible.

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

So he followed the woman, whose husband was waiting, and went in at the door, and the door of the temple was soon closed.

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

Just as Qin Yi was about to quietly add some protection to the woman to avoid being affected by the ecstasy, he saw that the woman herself took the initiative to lean on the monk, and smiled: "Wrongdoer, you really want to kill me." ”

Qin Yi's eyes almost bulged.

The monk also smiled and hugged the woman, and his big hand began to touch irregularly: "If you don't come often, how can you have a child?"

The woman smiled and said, "The dead ghost can't do it himself, but he watches people closely, and he has to accompany him every time, so I have to wait for him to be free." ”

The monk smiled even more: "Wouldn't it be better if he came, to help you and me." ”

The eyes in the house soon began to burn, and Qin Yi took advantage of their passion for a moment, and quietly opened the door and got out speechlessly.

I thought that the monk was deceived and seduced, so it seems that he had already hooked up and committed adultery, what else is there to care about?

At this moment, a woman's voice suddenly came from the small hall next door: "Master, please respect yourself, the little girl is a ...... from her husband's family."

Qin Yi's heart moved, it was the woman's voice that Jing Ze had painted before.

The voice of a monk chanting Buddha came: "Madame is confused." If the lady has no children for a long time, it is seven out. So far, it is nothing more than asking for a child, which is the Buddha sending a child. ”

The woman seemed to hesitate a little, and after a while, she resolutely said: "What good is it to deceive yourself......?

Before the words fell, there was a sudden muffled snort, as if he had been knocked unconscious.

The monk's voice was stupid: "Forget it, this is the soul protector of Jing Ze's portrait, and it is not affected by the ecstasy here." Give her a service and forget her sorrows, go to her memory, and let her go back. ”

Another man said: "It's Jing Ze again, painting a fart portrait, how can the elders allow him to mess around like this." ”

The monk sighed: "Vientiane Sen Luo Zong is protecting him, forget it." In fact, whether the ecstasy is only one of them, so many people who are fooled by us for a few words are really the majority of the Buddha who send their sons to deceive others, and there are few of them who are chaste, and they don't have to be her, so there is no need to do much. ”

After a pause, he smiled again: "Actually, if you are not ecstatic, once you hook up, you will eat the marrow and know the taste of dry fire." Therefore, many senior brothers said that Jingze nerds did their useless work, and they also gave Ya a name, and Jing Youxi. ”

The other man also laughed, and said, "What about this maid? I have never painted a portrait, and I am reluctant to let go of it now that it is wrapped around me." Or Senior Brother, let's do it, the woman belongs to you, and the maid belongs to me, anyway, when the time comes, the memories will be eliminated together, and everyone doesn't know. ”

"After the woman was hit by that incident, her body reacted on her own, how could she just erase her memory? ”

"Then this woman won't touch it, how about we play with this maid?" Anyway, she only knew that she took the initiative to ask for pleasure, and she didn't have the shame to tell her afterwards. ”

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

"Bang!" the door was kicked open, and when I turned my head, it was empty.