The house was cleaned very cleanly, and with a wave of Master Huiming's sleeves, the entire floor was even more dusty. After Du Chongxiao and Yan Honglian sat down cross-legged, Master Huiming smiled kindly and said, "The two donors close their eyes and recuperate, get rid of distracting thoughts, and the poor monks will use Buddhism to remove your injuries!"

Du Chongxiao and Yan Honglian nodded slowly, and each closed their eyes. Master Huiming also sat in front of the two of them, and began to recite Buddhist scriptures in their mouths.

"Om Na Bhari Po subordinated to Anaha, Om Riga Alu Sang Po He, Om bound servant into the ......!" Master Huiming looked solemn, his hands continued to form various seals, and bursts of incantations spit out from his mouth, clearly entering the ears of Du Chongxiao and Yan Honglian.

Yan Honglian vaguely felt that the scriptures in her ears were a little strange, and they didn't seem to be ordinary Buddhist scriptures, but there was a general murmur rising in the dantian, and the natal true fire that was originally injured by serious injuries actually had the meaning of boiling and brightening. I couldn't help but feel a little at ease in my heart, secretly thinking that Buddhism is profound, how mysterious it is, how can she, as a disciple of Taoism, know them one by one?

Once you let down your guard, you will feel that your whole body is like a spring breeze, and you will be very comfortable from the outside to the inside. In a trance, Yan Honglian found herself lazily lying in the wide bathtub, and the white jade-like ** was enjoying the infiltration of warm water. The scattered hair is like a cloud, the fragrant shoulders are round, the crisp breasts are like snow, and under the patches of rose petals sprinkled on the water, there are faintly visible wisps of grace and entanglement.

There was a burst of thought in his heart inexplicably, a jade hand couldn't help but go underwater, with the rippling water, Danfeng's beautiful eyes emerged with spring tide, and the red lips slightly opened up to make a coquettish **. Suddenly, a strong figure appeared in Yan Honglian's sight, and his face could not be seen clearly, but there were five hideous wounds between his chest and abdomen. There was a thud and a splash, and the man had jumped into the tub and pressed down on her like a mountain.

There was a scream, and a trace of red floated from under the water. Yan Honglian struggled and beat with all the strength of her body, but she was no match for the man's brutal strength. However, after only a dozen times, I felt the beauty of it, and gradually gave up the struggle and gave in.

And at this moment, Du Chongxiao is also in a world.

The red candle is shining, the hibiscus tent is warm, and a young woman is only wearing a thin veil and kneeling at Du Chongxiao's feet. Raising the jade face, the beautiful eyes are affectionate, the plain is holding a jade bowl, and the cherry lips are lightly opened: "This style is called 'Ice and Fire Two Heavens', and please carefully experience the taste!" After that, he lowered his head with a mouthful of ice water.

In the quiet room, the mantra grew louder and louder. I don't know when, the solemnity of the treasure on Master Huiming's face has disappeared, replaced by a strange and evil smile. Behind it faintly appeared a double Buddha, divided into men and women, the male phase is hideous and vicious, the female phase is bright and charming, the two phases hug each other, and the four bodies are entangled to make a posture of intersection.

This is the combination of yin and yang, which leads to the birth of emptiness and happiness, and proves that there is no two bodies in the Dharma color, and the realm of Nirvana is a great sage!

Seeing that Yan Honglianyu's face was flushed, her breathing was short, and her chest was undulating. Master Huiming smiled slightly, and said softly: "This female bodhisattva, would you like to participate in the joy and enjoy the bliss with the poor monks?"

Yan Honglian seemed to be bewitched by the voice, her beautiful eyes opened, she smiled charmingly, and then slowly stood up, and began to untie the red dress lightly.

At this moment, there were suddenly several clear knocks on the door in the front hall. Master Huiming couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, hesitated slightly, and said to Yan Honglian, who was explaining Luo Shang: "Let's wait on the bed, the poor monk will come later!"

Seeing Yan Honglian walking tamely towards the brocade couch, Master Huiming nodded with satisfaction, put away the happy Buddha statue behind him, tidied up his robe slightly, and walked towards the front hall as if he had become a Taoist monk again.

"What's the matter?" Master Huiming opened the door and saw an ordinary-looking young man standing bowed. He recognized that this young man's surname was changed to Feizhou, and he was also under the gate of the Taixuan Qingxu Palace, so he was slightly suspicious in his heart and asked.

"The good sect master learned that the disciple had just received a thousand miles of summons, and a few senior elders were about to arrive, so he took the liberty to disturb, may I ask the master if he would like to wait for a while while for the master of this sect to come to the rescue?" Yi Shuizhou asked respectfully.

"Amitabha, save people's lives, and win the seventh-level floating slaughter. The injuries of the two donors are not light, and they must be treated in time, if the old man comes, let him wait with peace of mind!" Master Huiming's meaning is very obvious, he is fully confident that the injuries of Du Chongxiao and Yan Honglian will be cured, as for the master in Yi Feizhou's palace, they are all his old people, let the old people wait!

Yi Feizhou respectfully said yes, secretly listening to the movement in the house, but he didn't notice anything abnormal. But he didn't expect that this room had already been forbidden by Master Huiming, and he couldn't make a sound.

Closing the door, Master Huiming returned to the inner room as soon as his body moved, whether what the young man said was true or not, he had to finish his work as soon as possible and get out of the room.

However, in the next moment, Master Huiming couldn't help but look surprised, and his eyes looked straight at the brocade couch in the room.

On the brocade couch, the red lotus jade body is horizontal. Its dark clouds are scattered on the mandarin duck pillows, the red glow is stained with hibiscus faces, and although the whole body is wrapped in a thin quilt, it is difficult to hide its graceful posture. On his side, there was a young man standing with a seven-star treasure sword in his hand, looking at Master Huiming silently.

Looking at each other, Master Huiming's stunned expression gradually faded, and a kind smile appeared on his face again, and he asked softly, "Since you have woken up, why didn't you shout for help just now?"

Du Chongxiao didn't respond, but the seven-star treasure knife in his hand was a little tighter.

"I think you have seen that this room has been forbidden by the poor monk!" Master Huiming asked himself, and said with admiration in his eyes: "What a smart child! Let the poor monk guess, I'm afraid you were suspicious of the poor monk at the beginning, so you asked to heal with this female benefactor, right?"

After a pause, he seemed to have an understanding, shook his head and smiled: "Let the poor monk guess again, only a young man knocked on the door, and you arranged it in advance?" Take the opportunity of the poor monk to open the door, take out the treasure knife and want to escape with your senior sister, but you can't break the ban of the poor monk!"

Du Chongxiao was still silent, at this moment, the muscles of his whole body were tense, the wound from his chest to his abdomen had collapsed, and the red blood stains soaked through his clothes, but his expression had not changed at all, and his body was still upright.

"The poor monk is curious, the poor monk's 'dream Buddha robe' is difficult to detect even if it is true and wonderful, but how do you see the flaws in it?"

Du Chongxiao stared at this monk for a long time, and slowly spoke: "Who are you?"

The monk laughed, folded his hands and replied, "Poor monk is blissful!"