Fantasy: Jinyi Shenwei, starting from the Golden Crow of the Great Sun

A moment later.

On the ground, there was an extra blood-red body.

Xu Qing stretched out his fingers and lit several acupuncture points on the monk's body one after another, temporarily maintaining his life.

The blood was suddenly stopped and stopped flowing.

On the monk's face, the exposed muscles were writhing, and it seemed to be very painful.

However, he never came to his senses.

Xu Qing was expressionless and began the next step.

He used his fingers as a pen, and the fiery red light lingered on his fingertips, drawing strange and cumbersome spells.

The skin in front of him began to change somewhat.

The broken blood vessels closed and began to reorganize, forming a new cycle.

Pressed for time, Xu Qing began to speed up.

A moment later.

A painting skin is made!

After carefully inspecting and confirming that there were no flaws, Xu Qing raised the painting skin and draped it on his body.

The cracks on the skin healed quickly and soon disappeared.

Thereupon.

There was less a young man in black in the room and an extra bald monk.

Xu Qing then took out another painting skin from his arms, and the face on it was Xu Qing himself!

He draped the painting skin back over the blood-red body on the ground.

Suddenly, a new "Xu Qing" appeared.

This monk is very similar to Xu Qing's physique, and now that he looks at it like this, he really can't see any difference.

Xu Qing cleaned up the blood stains on the ground, carried the man on his shoulder, flashed his figure, and disappeared into the room.

In another room not far away.

There was a faint puddle of black marks on the ground, as if something had burned before.

And a monk who lived in this room disappeared.

Not often.

In the small courtyard where the Buddhas were, a new "Xu Qing" appeared on the bed.

He closed his eyes tightly, his breath steady, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

After doing all this, Xu Qing turned around and returned to the room where the monk was, waiting quietly.

Finally.

"Guangji, it's time to go."

The voice came from outside the small courtyard.

Xu Qing imitated the voice, agreed, got up and took the cloth bag and walked out of the room.

Under the moonlight.

Two monks were waiting outside the courtyard gate.

"Hurry up, there are two today, time is tight, don't waste time."

One of them spoke up.

Then, the three of them walked quickly towards the small courtyard of the Buddha.

The two martial monks saluted respectfully and opened the courtyard door.

The two monks walked into two rooms and carried the people out of them.

"This swordsman is really heavy, Guangji quickly come up to help the handle."

Xu Qing was silent, stepped forward, and helped carry "himself".

.........

The moonlight is miserable and the cold wind is howling.

Tonight's style is big, and a hint of autumn quietly appears.

In the Qingjing Temple, three monks carried two sleepy people forward quickly.

A moment later.

The familiar side hall appeared in front of you.

A gap opened in the door of the temple, and the Great Monk of Fakong had been waiting for a long time.

Only this time, there are still a few monks.

Obviously, this is a temporary helper with a heavy task tonight.

Place the two on the table and the candle is lit.

"Let's get started."

Fakong said in a deep voice.

Thanks to Xu Qing writing down all their steps yesterday, there are no flaws now.

He walked up to "himself" first and took off his full clothes.

Then start hair removal and scrub the whole body.

The two monks who came with him stepped forward to help and deal with Xu Qing's body with him.

The other newly emerged monks began to process the Buddha's body.

Xu Qing looked up, but it was just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

With a fair body, delicate skin, and strong muscles, he looks like a young master of a rich and noble family.

Now it ends up like this....

Xu Qing lowered her eyelids and silently handled the body in front of her.

Soon.

Two twelve-pin lotus platforms were lifted out.

Fa Kong sat on the ground and began to chant the scriptures.

Poof!

The smell of blood entered Xu Qing's nose.

It's just that under the effect of the super large dose of Requiem San, the two people who were inserted on the lotus platform did not react at all.

Followed by.

Xu Qing took out the needle bag and meticulously sewed the body in front of him.

A pale golden light appears.

A mysterious energy began to condense on the lotus platform.

This time, everything went well.

Fakong sweated profusely and read the last verse.

The voice just fell.

In the side hall, the light of the Buddha appeared!

In the underworld, there seems to be a Buddha sound echoing, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, shocking.

The golden Buddha light converged, and a Buddha who stood tall over the sky gradually came out.

The monks in the main hall clasped their hands together and chanted reverently.

"Amitabha."

And at this time.

An amazing scene appeared.

The two Buddhas in the flesh actually spoke.

Their voices drifted, like Buddha singing.

"I see as I come, as I come to see me, today I am as I come."

Bang.

The Buddha light exploded and fell on the two flesh Buddhas.

"It worked!"

A look of surprise suddenly appeared on the faces of the monks.

Fa Kong respectfully saluted the two Buddhas in the flesh, and then spoke: "Quickly invite the two of you to the Buddha Kingdom!"

The monk on the side nodded excitedly and agreed.

Xu Qing's eyes flashed.

Buddha country....

With other monks leading the way, he didn't have to worry about showing his stuffing, but just carried the two Buddhas in the flesh along the way.

Everyone supported them all the way.

Occasionally meet other monks along the way.

After seeing these two Buddhas, they were overjoyed and stopped to salute, and they were extremely religious.

"Amitabha."

Seeing this situation, Xu Qing knew it in his heart.

I am afraid that not a single monk in this pure temple is clean.

Everyone walked along the way and soon reached the inside of the temple.

The front convenience is the main peak of this Anmiao mountain.

On the surface of the mountain, a large hole was dug out, and a large hall was built outside.

The main hall is nameless, and a huge golden statue is placed in it.

The golden statue does not look like any Buddha, but a young monk with a beautiful face.

Xu Qingyuguang looked at it, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Huihai monk?

The crowd's footsteps did not stop, but all the way to the cave.

A burly martial monk quietly appeared, with a strong breath, and had already reached the realm of the eighth rank.

"Amitabha."

He was also overjoyed to see the two Buddhas in the flesh, and after a brief conversation with Dharmakong, he gave way to a path.

The cave is brightly lit and as bright as day.

There were many martial monks patrolling along the way, at least ten grades.

Xu Qing silently remembered their patrol trajectory in his heart and silently followed the team forward.

The monks of this pure temple dug the cave very deep, and it seemed that all the way to the deepest part of the mountain!

After a long time.

The crowd then reached their destination.

A red curtain appeared in front of it, with Buddhist scriptures embroidered with gold wire.

Fakong stepped forward and lifted the curtain.

Suddenly.

A dazzling golden light emanated from behind the curtain!

Xu Qing raised his head and looked at the space behind him, and his pupils suddenly shrank sharply!