Li Qing was ecstatic, and finally found the way to cultivate his intentions, although he was not yet formed, but he finally set foot in the passers-by, after all, the idea of Xiangyuan cultivation is the most difficult. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Subsequently, Li Qing began to be a monk again, and the monk Tuna can replace sleeping and keep the whole person awake.

Suddenly, the door of Li Qing's guest room quietly opened, and a black-clothed masked man walked in quietly.

The man in black was also surprised when he entered the room and saw Li Qing, who was sitting still like an old monk, but he saw that the other party still closed his eyes, expecting that he had not been discovered. Creeped close to Li Qing.

When it was approaching, the cold light flashed, and a dagger stabbed Li Qing's throat.

In fact, since the man in black entered the house, Li Qing had already discovered him, thanks to the monk Tuna, he didn't need to sleep to stay awake, and his sensory ability was also beyond ordinary people.

Li Qing directly kicked on the belly of the man in black, and the other party flew out upside down and fell into a.

Li Qing stepped on the back of his head and shouted angrily, "Who sent you to kill me?" "This man in black is at most a cultivator in the guest realm, but the other party started in the middle of the night, if Li Qing was asleep at that time, he would really know his way.

"If you want to kill, kill it! What nonsense!" The man in black was trampled on by Li Qing and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he said decisively!

"Hehe, it's a hard bone!" Li Qing sneered, he was no longer the young man who was frightened by a human head when he first came to this world.

Li Qing snatched his cold and hard dagger, and it was a slash, only to hear a scream like killing a pig, and one of the fingers of the man in black was cut off.

"Who sent you!" Li Qing's voice became cold, and he directly inserted the knife into his palm.

The man in black spat bloody phlegm, doing what they do, he was already prepared to be tortured. Even if this young man spares him today, the organization will not let him go, and he will only die even worse when the time comes.

Li Qing saw that the other party didn't speak, and he was no longer verbose, and slapped him directly on the head, he was very angry, he didn't know who was hiring someone to kill him, it stands to reason that his enemies were all in Tai'an City, thousands of miles away, Zhang Zetian and Pei Qingshan were dead, then there was only Xingzi, but how could Xingzi know that he was here?

Li Qing sorted out the package and left the inn in the dark night, his whereabouts here were exposed, and he couldn't stay any longer.

After walking for more than an hour, Li Qing found an ancient temple in the south of the city, called Blood Temple, which was really a strange temple name.

The temple signboard is already covered with dust and cobwebs, and the surrounding temple walls are painted with blood monks and evil spirits.

The temple had obviously been abandoned for a long time, and by the moonlight, Li Qing walked in to take a closer look, and half of the wall was splashed with a large area of red paint, on which a headless blood monk was painted.

The headless monk, dressed in a blood-stained robe and sitting on a beaded plate, held a woman's head in his left hand, and the woman's head was bleeding from all seven orifices, and his expression was serene. In his right hand, he held a demon head with a black-red skull, horns, fangs, and a sinister expression.

Li Qing looked at it and fell into a daze, and felt that this painting was too expressive, the two heads of the woman and the evil ghost were painted vividly, as if they were real, especially the head of the evil ghost, which looked like a cruel smile at a glance, but looked like a cry when you looked closely.

The more Li Qing looked, the more fascinated he became, and slowly seemed to have entered a demonic barrier, and his entire pupils contracted......

Blood, tears, fear, despair, mutilated corpses were everywhere, blood and water had made the ground muddy, and a demon was killing with impunity. Young and old, women and children, kill them. The cry of helplessness shook the sky, accompanied by despair, and everyone died without a body.

Gradually, Li Qing saw clearly that the demon's face was actually himself! Thin and hideous, his eyes had no eyeballs! Next to him, there was a half-cut corpse full of intestines, and the frightened face of that corpse was Zhang Tian!

Li Qing completely remembered the situation when he slaughtered more than 100 people in Zhang's mansion like a dog!

Li Qing was so frightened that he sat on the ground, breaking out in a cold sweat, "I slaughtered the Zhang family?" he muttered to himself, completely unable to believe it.

"Amitabha, the benefactor has created too much evil, and there are already demonic obstacles in his heart, so he only sees the evil thoughts of the head of the blood monk and the evil ghost, and does not see the mercy of the woman's head, which is really a pity. At this moment, a monk wearing a gray cloth shirt and a short thick beard walked out of the temple.

Li Qing looked at this monk who was about fifty years old in a daze, maybe he had seen too much of the eminent monk in martial arts novels, and he was really broken by the monk in his heart. Li Qing stood up, bowed respectfully to the monk, and asked two questions: "May I ask the master, what is the reason for this temple? What is the reason for this mural?"

The monk replied with a Buddha salute, and the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows: "The temple is a temple where the monks live, and the paintings are the paintings you see, and there is no 'why' to say." ”

Li Qing listened to it and complained in his heart: "Sure enough, he is a monk with virtue, he speaks plausibly, he looks deaf and dumb, and he pretends to be ~ forced to pretend to be a ball." ”

Li Qing didn't bother to ask again, he has always been an atheist who doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, and all of them are nonsense.

Seeing Li Qing turn his head to leave, the monk folded his hands and said: "Donor, it is fate to come here late at night, why don't you stay in a small temple for a few days, listen to the poor monk recite the Heart Sutra, the Diamond Sutra, you can suppress the demon obstacles in your heart." ”

Li Qing glanced at the monk and said unceremoniously: "Master, look at your temple, the walls are painted like eighteen layers of hell, and the name is still called Blood Temple. Master, if you want the temple to have pilgrims, please paint the walls first, and then change the name of the temple?"

After Li Qing finished sarcastically, the monk or the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows and smiled. Li Qing didn't bother to pay attention to this strange monk, and turned his head and left.

Looking at the back of Li Qing leaving, the monk couldn't help but say to himself: "One step forward is a ghost, one step back is a Buddha, Amitabha, good, good." ”

At this time, the gate of Chaoge City was still closed, and Li Qing jumped directly onto the roof of a private house, sat down, and spit out.

Bathed in the morning light, the morning glow dispersed, Li Qing finished the last breath like a meal, and there was still an hour before the city gate opened.

Looking at the rising sun, the beginning of all things, the hundred-zhang high Chaoge city wall is splendid. Li Qing couldn't help but take out the green pond and draw this beautiful scenery on the roof of the house.

After realizing his own Danqing Yifa path, Li Qing's level of painting Danqing reached the master level, if he is in China, he is a Danqing master!

The magnificent city wall and the golden morning sun, the charm of which were all painted by Li Qing in ink, but a single color painted thousands of charms.

(Brothers have something to say, don't cancel the collection, write two chapters today.) Take your time in everything. ）