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Chapter 581 581: Gu Qi¡¯s Extra: Emotionally Breaking the Precept

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    There is a saying in Tian Guangye's history: The Lord Hongye is seriously injured and difficult to recover, and his soul is incomplete. He may be unable to activate the God-killing Fire.  The God of Songs was born with divine bones and excellent talents. The Wanxiang God has decided that she will be the next God of Judgement. However, the God of Songs is too young and may not be able to take on the important task. A group of gods have repeatedly advised her, hoping that the God of All Things will be the next one.  Think before you act.

    Among all the gods, the one who is most dissatisfied with chanting is Zhaoqing Shenzun Jingchu.

    There is a Dharma fighting meeting in the sky, which happens once every 100,000 years.  Jing Chu blatantly chose chanting at the magic fighting meeting.

    Qisang was the first to laugh at him: "Jing Chu, you are too old and disrespectful"

    Jingchu's expression did not change: "Yin Song is not an ordinary disciple. She has inherited the divine bones of Wanxiang God, and she has few rivals among her peers. Today I will sing blackface and help Wanxiang God give her a try.  At the end of the day, let the disciples in my palace see how talented she is."

    ????????? It sounds nice, but in fact, I just don¡¯t accept it, and I want to see the virtues and abilities of Chan, who is unofficially designated as the next God of Judgement.

    He asked the chant: "Should we fight or not?"

    Yinsong looked at Chongling, and when she saw him nodding, she stood up and said, "Disciple accepts the challenge."

    "Chant."

    Chong Ling used ventriloquism, which can only be heard through chanting.

    He told: "It doesn't matter if you admit defeat, just wait until the point is reached."

    In fact, all the gods know that Yin Song is no match for Jing Chu. After all, she is under a thousand years old. No matter how talented she is, she cannot defeat the ancient god at this age. It just depends on how many moves she can take.  The disciples in the fighting stage were still counting moves at first, but then they stopped counting because it was too fast.

    After a round of Golden Wheel Bell, Yin Song was knocked off the fighting stage.

    She looked unharmed and bowed: "Zhaoqing Shenzun has superb magical power, and his disciples are no match for him."

    Jingchu's face was extremely ugly. It took him an hour to win over the chanter who was not yet a thousand years old. It was really ugly to win. The other gods gave him some face and didn't say anything clearly, but Qisang  He laughed at him thoroughly.

    It is also this battle of skills that sings the praises of becoming famous in one battle.

    There is a temple on the Nine Sky Lights called Daming Realm. There is sky spring water in the Great Mirror, which is a holy medicine for healing.

    After the Dharma Fighting Meeting, Chong Ling went to the Daming Realm and knocked on the door, but there was no sound inside.

    "Chant."

    She didn¡¯t respond.

    He could sense that her breath was very messy.  After hesitating for a moment, he pushed the door open and saw her sitting in the spring, soaked to the skin, with white mist lingering around her.

    "Chant."

    She still hasn't opened her eyes.

    She didn¡¯t show it on the fighting stage, but Jingchu actually seriously injured her.

    Chong Ling got out of the spring water, sat across from her, closed his eyes, and helped her adjust her breathing.

    When he opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was the peach-colored corners of her eyes stained by water mist, and her vague outline under the wet clothes.

    He stood up suddenly and ran away.

    That night, he went to God Father¡¯s temple to worship Buddha.  The golden light of the Twelve Heavenly Buddha shaped his body. He closed his eyes tightly and knocked the wooden fish in his hand faster and faster.

    In my ears, a woman¡¯s voice suddenly sounded.

    "Master."

    "Master."

    The sound was like an enchanting vine, twining around his ears.

    "Look at me, Master."

    He opened his eyes and saw the mist-shrouded spring again, as well as the woman wrapped in wet clothes.  She put her hands in the pool, like a noble cat, swaying her slender waist and leaning into his arms.

    The clothes on her shoulders fell off her shoulders, and the corners of her eyes were wet with a touch of red, making her look as gorgeous as a demon.

    "Master, do I look good?"

    "Do I look good?"

    She wrapped herself around him and called him master again and again. She dived into the water again and swam behind him. Her slippery little hands climbed up to his waist and slowly swam away.

    "Master."

    The woman¡¯s tender white fingertips wrapped around the belt around his waist and pulled gently.  He turned around and pressed her against the Tianquan Pool.

    The sound of the wooden fish in the Buddhist hall is getting faster and faster

    "Master."

    "Master."

    Chong Ling suddenly opened his eyes, the mallet broke with a sound, and a strong spiritual power spread out in an instant.  The chant was bounced off by the force and fell heavily to the ground.

    He completely woke up from his dream, left the futon, and reached out to pull her.

    "Are you hurt?"

    Chanting looked up at him.

    It was these eyes that had just stolen the soul of God in the dream.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?? Stopped his hand and turned around in panic.

    "Master," he chanted and got up, "what happened to you just now?"

    He turned his back to her: "Get out."

    He just broke the precepts in front of ten thousand Buddhas.

    *****

    Dusk is about to close, and the sky is covered with a large area of ??orange-red.  The wind blew fallen leaves into piles, and passers-by returning home hurriedly stepped on them, turning the small towers of leaves into a golden carpet.

    The sound of water sloshing in the bathroom.

    "Qin Su."

    He stopped, and the warm water mixed with sweat rolled down his back: "Huh?"

    Song Zhi said: "It hurts a little."

    He carried her back to the bed, held her legs, and then leaned forward to kiss her.

    Song Zhi grabbed the quilt in panic.

    "Qin Su."

    "Qin Su."

    ""

    After dinner, 8:13.  The food was takeout, so there was no need to wash the dishes. Qin Su collected the lunch boxes and packed them in bags.

    Song Zhi washed a plate of blueberries, which were a bit sour. He didn¡¯t like eating them very much, so they all ended up in her stomach.

    There was no TV in his living room, his laptop was open, and there was a slow variety show playing. Song Zhi didn¡¯t know what was on, and had no intention of watching it. She took her mobile phone and pretended to read the script, but in fact she was blatantly peeking at him.

    He paused the computer: "I want to go out."

    "Where to go?"

    "supermarket."

    Song Zhi turned off the script on her phone: "I'll go too."

    ¡°There are many people in the supermarket, please wait for me at home.¡±

    She was pleased by the word "home" and obeyed obediently.  When sending him to the door, she asked casually: "What did you go to the supermarket to buy?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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