Is this the opponent that Yanwutang chose for him? Wu Yi looked at each other as he thought.

If the opponent's five decays are approaching, then the strength will be the weakest among the immortals in the beginning.

Was he recommended to Wu Yi just because of his relatively weak strength? Wu Yi himself didn't believe this answer. The Xianwutang Qi Ling chose this way. There must be other reasons. It should be able to help him practice his supernatural powers.

"Today, the donor helped me stay away from the sea of ​​suffering, and I will have to thank you again in the future!" Ask for compensation for repairs.

He just bit his tongue, and with the help of a strong tingling sensation, Wu Yi escaped from this temptation, and a cold sweat broke out in his heart.

It was just a word, and he almost entered his way. Once he agreed, he would be trapped by greed, sinking down, and making a mistake. Then he was afraid that he would sink deeper and deeper, and it would be difficult to turn his head back.

It's nothing more than sinking himself, he actually wants to drag other people into the water together, thinking viciously.

"I'm just a visitor, this place is not under my control, how to help seniors get out of trouble."

"The so-called relief of the poor monk does not refer to the relief of this stinky skin, but refers to the idea of ​​the poor monk, which spreads to the world."

In Wu Yi's eyes, the image of the degenerate Buddha gradually became taller. Although it was not Wu Yi's true meaning, it was the Buddha's cultivator using words to induce it.

But regardless of good and evil, Wu Yi still admires this kind of persistence to his own great ways.

Wu Yi smiled lightly, and said, "Dare to ask what kind of philosophy the predecessors want to spread?"

"From the point of view of the poor monk, all beings are really suffering, and among all beings, women are suffering very much, and loneliness is not long." The compassionate face of Buddha Xiu matches his words, as weird as weird.

So you, an old bastard, go to harm people. With this cultivation strength, it is not difficult to be a groom every night. If a woman can't get it, you have to do these dirty and despicable things.

Wu Yi slandered, suppressing his disgusting thoughts, and said, "The kid is poor, and he only dares to protect himself, let alone relieve sentient beings."

"Are you really unwilling?" Buddha Xiu knew that Wu Yi was extraordinary after he failed to confuse him before, so he turned his face when he didn't agree with him, and his tone became much colder.

"Forgive me!"

"I don't know what is good or bad." Buddha Xiu Jingang was angry and vigorous, his bright clothes shattered, revealing his original clothes, but this clothes could not be called clothes, it is ragged, loose, showing the original skin, or gray. , Or bruising, nothing is normal.

It seems that the end of this degenerate Buddha's cultivation is really about to come. Before talking to myself, it is estimated that I am planning to use Wu Yi's ideas without much effort to extend his life.

When the Buddha was angry, a faint hazy pink gas enveloped Wu Yi. It seemed that there was no threat. Wu Yi did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly spread out the solemn Buddha Pure Land.

The pink gas touched the solemn Buddha Pure Land, like a ball of acid rain, constantly corroding the Buddha's light, anxiously unsolvable.

These strands of pink gas are the lives of young women, with the desire for happiness, the longing for the future, and the unsatisfactory encounter with others, just like this.

When they die, they must not know that they will fall into such a situation.

In fact, inside the pink gas, some women's consciousness still remains a little. This is their obsession. When the Buddha's light passed through them, they even released a thought of gratitude toward Wu Yi, rushing to the Buddha's light, just to die quickly. .

The result of this is that the pressure suddenly increased several times, Wu Yi's solemn Buddha Pure Land gradually fell into the wind, the Buddha's light collapsed, and the Sanskrit singing that had shook his ears gradually fell.

This degenerate Buddha cultivator should have anticipated this situation a long time ago, so he looked at it from a distance, because he knew that Wu Yi would definitely overcome the obsession of these women.

Wu Yi tried his best to support it. Fortunately, in the solemn Buddha Pure Land, many ghosts were suppressed before, and a lot of greed, anger, ignorance and ignorance were provided to sustain this consumption.

The kindness these women released to Wu Yi, strictly speaking, should be counted as the grace of all beings.

In this way, Wu Yi also recited the third sentence of the Four Cross Mantra, "Report the Four Kinds of Grace". In the solemn Buddha Pure Land, these graces collected by Wu Yi spontaneously formed and transformed into a beautiful heaven.

There is **** below and heaven above. This solemn Buddha Pure Land has gradually become three-dimensional and more perfect.

The Fallen Buddha Xiu did not expect this result. At this moment, he felt a slight threat from the solemn Buddha Pure Land displayed by Wu Yi.

The face he had held the winning ticket before was no longer, his expression changed drastically, he wanted to take back the pink gas, and his mouth was full of foul language, and he didn't look like an Arhat at all.

It is not ruled out that there are five factors affecting the mind, but if it is not the nature of this, it will not expose Russ.

However, what the fallen Buddha did not expect was that even though it was controlled by his will, some pink gas still pounced on the solemn Buddha Pure Land without hesitation, and wanted to get out of his control and get liberation.

Naturally, Wu Yi never refuses those who come. He is capable of transmigrating and transforming as many as possible. It is both meritorious and inner satisfaction. Why not do it?

The fallen Buddha cultivated anxiously, took out a small drum with complicated patterns from his sleeves and tapped it lightly. Then, in this world, the voices of women when they were joyful were full of lust.

No matter how the hearing is blocked, these sounds cannot be blocked.

Continue to associate with the sound, as if there are countless enchanting women touching you at the same time, and there is also a sweet and attractive body fragrance.

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Wu Yi closed his eyes, no matter how much temptation, he only needs to understand one thing, they are all false, and they have Yue Liuli as a Taoist companion, so why be restrained by this.

However, I didn't expect that after a short while, even Yue Liuli's face appeared in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, and some scenes were the things I had experienced.

Adhering to his heart and unwavering in his heart and recognizing what is false, Wu Yi not only does not feel lustful, but feels extremely disgusted, and the stench is intoxicating.

The fallen Buddha slaps the snare drum continuously, which is full of rhythm, but it is all charming and sluggish. If you are addicted, it will be difficult to return.

Overcoming the desire in his heart, Wu Yi opened his eyes with a calm expression on his face, looking at the fallen Buddha cultivator, and see what he could do.

Buddha Xiu felt that he was looked down upon by Wu Yi's younger generation, and said, "Trash, bitch, what's the use of you?" He threw the snare drum in his hand at Wu Yi fiercely.

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