Chapter 137: Sending Off a Child in a Buddhist Temple (Monthly Ticket 2500 Plus Changes)

Qin Yi almost choked on these words.

He wanted Jingze's portrait because he could only feel some spirit in the woman's portrait, but this feeling was very empty, just a little bit of intuition. He couldn't tell whether it was "hunting the soul" or "protecting the soul", or was it just that he put his soul into painting? These are diametrically opposed concepts.

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

So he asked Jingze to draw himself, and then he could feel very clearly.

As a result, I didn't make any money for three hundred taels of money.

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

The petals quietly turned into a pink gauze, which was draped over Jingze's body.

Jingze bounced like an electric shock, and shook off the gauze, angrily and funny: "Your Excellency is really a man of virtue, why are you still so childish?"

Qin Yi grinned and said, "Returning the other's way to the other, what is childish?"

Jingze sat back again: "Let me wear women's clothes, and I can'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?"

Jingze said: "The artist paints the beauty of the world. Only beautiful things are worth pouring into the soul to leave a mark. What beauty can a man paint?"

"It's your fault that you haven't made any progress in painting!" Qin Yi said contemptuously, "Isn't masculine beauty beauty?"

Jingze remained silent.

Qin Yi said again: "Small bridges and flowing water are beautiful, but isn't it beautiful to go east and west?"

Jingze sighed: "Isn't it good for you to sleep with your masculine beauty in your arms?"

"What the hell..." Qin Yi took out the mace.

Jingze dodged for a while.

Qin Yi said: "Would you like to taste the beauty of this masculine meaning?"

Jingze said helplessly: "The guest is an interesting person. The peach blossoms in this mountain temple are magnificent in the world. Why don't you go and enjoy them? Why pester me as a poor painter?"

When he said this, he looked at the gate of the temple, where many women were entering the temple to pay respects to the Buddha, Yingying Yanyan, hiring Tingting.

Qin Yi followed his gaze, thoughtful.

Mountain temple, peach blossom.

I'm afraid he meant something else.

"All right." Qin Yi patted him on the shoulder: "I'll come to you after I go to appreciate it."

Jingze watched Qin Yi enter the temple, then slowly lowered his head to draw his picture of a woman.

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

Jingze paused with his brush, leaving a large group of stains on the painting. Without turning his head, he said slowly, "I have not joined the Vientiane Senluo Sect, who is my envoy?"

"This sect treats you with the utmost benevolence and righteousness, you are not even willing to do this little favor? This man is not yours!"

Jingze was silent for a long time before he said in a low voice, "I have to see what he does before I can decide."

"Pedantic!" The old man said angrily, "How could such a pedantic person like you come out of Wan Dao Immortal Palace!"

"That's why... Myriad Dao Immortal Palace doesn't accept me either. I'm just a poor painter who hasn't even reached the threshold of cultivation."

Over there, Qin Yi entered the gate of the temple, and saw a golden Buddha several feet high facing him, with a big belly grinning, and devout men and women around him bowing their heads piously.

Qin Yi also worshiped the Buddha when he saw the Buddha, and felt it secretly, but found nothing unusual.

The Buddhist temple is very large, obviously there is nothing wrong with the main hall. Qin Yi was like an ordinary tourist, walking behind the people and bowing to each other with joy.

Passing through the various halls inside, there are countless cigarettes, and the crowd gradually diverges.

Qin Yi caught sight of the woman Jingze painted before, and she was walking along a side corridor with her maid. Qin Yi followed curiously, and after walking for a while, he saw a looming side hall in the corner, hidden among the peach blossoms, almost invisible.

At this time, another woman happened to come out of the side hall and left in a hurry. When passing by Qin Yi, the fragrant wind blew by, and he lowered his head shyly, with peach blossoms on his face.

Qin Yi walked over slowly, looked up at the plaque in this side hall: "The Hall of Seeking Children."

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

I was just a little curious about the specific situation, so I slowly followed in. Unexpectedly, there were no guards. Instead, there was a man inside who accompanied his wife, kneeling in front of the Buddha statue and praying obediently.

A monk stood by and said after seeing them worship: "There is a female hall inside, please bless the mother who sent the child, men are not allowed to enter."

The couple obviously didn't have any doubts, and the man said: "You little flower, go and pray, I'll wait outside for a while."

The woman followed the monk into the back door. The man stood outside the door and saw the peach blossoms all over the tree and the pleasant scenery, so he couldn't help taking out a jade Xiao and blowing the phoenix for the phoenix.

"..." Qin Yi was dumbfounded by the song, thought for a while, hid in a corner where no one else could see, and quietly disappeared.

His invisibility technique is no longer as obvious as the semi-fuzzy outline when he first learned it. Now he has to look carefully to see a little blurry shadow, and he can't see it at all if he doesn't look carefully. 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 is a corridor in the back door. There are several small halls in the corridor, which seem to be for separate reception.

He followed the woman whose husband was waiting outside, and stepped into the door, which was quickly closed.

The layout of this small hall is very interesting. There is a very kind Guanyin statue on the front, but the surroundings are surrounded by pink curtains, and the ambiguous meaning is faintly transmitted. The sandalwood burning in the air obviously has a slight ecstasy and aphrodisiac effect.

Just as Qin Yi was about to quietly put some protection on the woman to avoid being affected by the fascination, he saw the woman leaning on the monk's body on her own initiative, with a charming smile: "My friend, I really want to kill me."

Qin Yi's eyeballs almost bulged out.

The monk also smiled and hugged the woman: "How can you have a child if you don't come here often?"

The woman laughed and said: "The dead ghost can't do it by himself, but he is very careful about people. He will accompany him every time. He has to wait until he is free."

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

Qin Yi silently opened the door and slipped out.

I thought the monk was cheating, so it seems that we have hooked up a long time ago, so 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 has a husband..."

Qin Yi's heart skipped a beat. It was the voice of the woman that Jingze had drawn before.

A monk recited the Buddha's voice: "Madam is confused. If Madam has been childless for a long time, there are seven ways to go. So far, it is nothing more than seeking a child. This is the Buddha's gift of a child."

The woman seemed to be hesitant, but she resolutely said after a while: "What's the use of deceiving yourself? A concubine is worthy of her husband. If the master wants to use force, I will..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly let out a muffled hum, as if he had been knocked out.

The monk said angrily: "Forget it, this one is protected by Jingze's portrait, and will not be affected by the fascination here. Give her Wangyousan, remove her memory, and let her go back."

Another man said: "It's Jingze playing tricks again, drawing an ass, why did the elders allow him to act like this?"

The monk sighed: "Wanxiang Senluozong is protecting him, forget it. In fact, whether he is fascinated or not is just one of them. So many people who are fooled by us and really pretend to be Buddha to send their sons are the majority. This kind of chastity There are not many, and it is not necessary to have her, so there is no need to worry about it."

After a pause, he laughed again: "Actually, you don't want to be fascinated. Once you hook up, you will be. That's why many senior brothers say that Jingze's nerds do all their work in vain, and even give them nicknames. Jing Youxi."

The other man also laughed, and said again: "Where is this maid? She has never been painted, and now I can't bear to let it go. How about senior brother, the girl belongs to you, and the maid belongs to me, anyway. Time to erase the memory together, we all don't know."

"Then I won't touch this woman. How about this maid? Anyway, she has no shame to tell her young lady afterwards."

The previous monk was obviously quite moved, and the two male voices laughed in a low voice.

"Bang!" The door of the room was kicked open suddenly, but when I turned around, there was no one there.

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