The hands are bright red, the neck is sticky, and it seems that the blood is still flowing.

The man was frightened and then his eyebrows and eyes became angry, and he activated his talismans all over his body. The light shone around him, and his fists swept around with the power of the divine talisman.

"I'll kill you!"

But the place where the fist wind swept across, it was empty and there was nothing.

I don't know what evil thing "kissed" him.

When the great man was angry, his mind was stirred up, and his mind was flawed, which accelerated the pollution of evil thoughts.

The lips on the neck were redder and brighter, and it was spreading to the chest little by little.

Situ Zhenren was shocked and immediately activated the six-yang red golden cups to shine on the Han Dynasty with the light of the six-yang.

The six yang energy and red and golden light shrouded, the man's neck was as if scalded by boiling water, quickly wrinkled and even white smoke emerged.

But the bright red lips were also curbed.

"Cut the flesh!" Zhenren Situ said immediately.

The Taoist priest's peach wood sword stabbed out, cut the man's neck with one sword, and his soul was revealed, and even his lips were stripped off.

The soul was damaged, and the man roared in pain, but he knew it was critical at this time, so he endured the severe pain and showed fire talismans at the wound, burned with fierce fire, removed evil energy, burned the skin and flesh to stop bleeding and heal the wound.

Others also activated divine thought techniques or magic weapons, protecting the man while looking alert.

The monk also activated the rosary to induce Sanskrit to protect everyone.

But a policeman came out of the corner of his eyes and suddenly saw a evil shadow of Na. At some point, he was already standing beside him.

A blood-red mark was approaching me, and I was shocked immediately. I didn't dare to hesitate and activated the Sanskrit rosary to the extreme.

The golden Sanskrit word eliminates the red mark and shakes away the evil shadow.

The monk felt a little relieved, but the next moment, he felt that his back neck was wet and sticky.

A chill surged throughout the body.

"Impossible! The Sanskrit in Prajna Temple cannot prevent this evil thing!"

"Is it because my heart towards Buddha is not strong?"

"Is it because of my evil thoughts?"

"No, it's impossible-"

The monk gritted his teeth and pursed his lips, but his face couldn't help but tremble.

He knew that his Buddha heart should be fine, but he just couldn't help but doubt himself, doubt whether his practice was right or wrong, and whether his precepts he upheld had relaxed.

But the more he wants to strengthen his Buddha's heart, the more suspicion he has about himself in his heart.

As there is too much doubt, a hint of fear will arise.

It seems that all the practices I have done throughout my life are wrong.

It is precisely because the path of my practice is wrong that I cannot resist the bewitching of evil things.

After walking for half the way from the darkness, I kept killing demons and eliminating evil spirits. The tense emotions that had been tense instantly retaliated like a tide, causing the monk to breathe.

When his mind was confused, he saw a figure walking over in the distance.

This is a very graceful figure of the zona.

The ice-skinned and jade bones cover the body with a light gauze. The romantic places appear and appear, making people's hearts unbearable. And their faces are beautiful,

His eyes were as blurred as water, and his fair jade feet, every step he took seemed to step on the monk's heart.

The monk suppressed his heart, his eyes firmly, and said:

"A bad beast, don't want to mess with my Buddha's heart!"

"The world is nothing but flesh, and the red pink is all skeletons."

The monk used his mind method and silently recited "Red Dust, Red Pink Skeleton", and then the graceful figure in front of him really began to change.

The flowers are beautiful and rotten into meat paste.

The ice-skinned and jade bones are also slightly dried and corroded, revealing the thick white bones.

The monk's heart was about to fade away, and he was as calm as water.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, as if time had gone back.

The rotten face turned white again and returned to its beautiful appearance.

Above the thick bones, flesh and blood were generated and wrapped in beautiful skin, and it also turned into that graceful figure again.

And it is not covered with any threads, it is even more moving.

The monk's desires rose little by little, like a flame.

"Red Pink Skeleton——"

The monk keeps his mind and recites the secret.

The woman's beautiful figure turned into meat paste and white bones in front of him.

The monk's desire faded away again, but in an instant, the rotten flesh and bones in front of him turned into an attractive body again.

Moreover, no matter how much the monk recites the mantra, he still looks charming, with his ice-skinned and jade-like bones constantly intrigues.

The monk was frightened when he was on the verge of losing his mind.

But he could only watch his beautiful and beautiful figure approaching him step by step.

In front of him, the snow-white color became more and more real, and the scent of blood could be smelled at the tip of his nose.

The monk knew that the red and pink beauty in front of him was just rotten flesh and white bones.

But no matter how he quits his mind or forces himself to change his cognition, the beauty is the beauty.

Even at that moment, a thought came to his mind:

So what if it is rotten flesh and bones? How lucky can you be to get close to this beauty? Why do you have the blessing of three lives? Why do you care about what it is?

As soon as this thought came out, the monk's heart was in full swing, but his heart was cold.

He knew that the person who kept the precepts had no desires.

But once the precept is broken, desire will retaliate like a flood and surge.

Sure enough, it seemed that he could sense his desire. The beautiful woman showed an emotional smile, and her eyes were filled with charm.

And her lips were as bright as blood and were gorgeous.

The woman hugged the monk, and red lips were stamped on his cheeks and neck.

The ecstatic desire erodes the monk.

The monk's heart was happy, but it was mixed with regret and fear, and his expression was struggling and painful.

Not long after, a light of six suns of red gold shone over, burning the beautiful woman's skin and turning it into a human fuck.

Situ Zhenren took action.

As soon as he noticed the abnormality, he immediately took action. In just a few breaths, his reaction was already very fast.

It’s a pity that the “degenerate” of people’s hearts is just a matter of slightest.

By the time he took action, the monk had become a slave of desire like the scholar. Not only half of his face was gnawed with blood by the worm-like lips, but his neck and chest were also covered in blood.

Zhenren Situ could only temporarily suppress the evil thoughts in his body with the Six Yang Red Calendars, and then said:

"Recite the tips, go quickly!"

The injury is too serious and cannot be saved. If you stay here, you will undoubtedly die, and you will definitely become a "puppet" of the evil god and kill each other.

As for what happens after going out, I can only ask for more blessings.

The monk also looked ashamed and regretful, and said:

"I am ashamed of Buddhism."

"Let's go!" Zhenren Situ said anxiously.

The monk gritted his teeth and recited the magic tricks that Situ Zhenren passed on, and then as the light of the seven stars flashed, the soul began to twist.

But in the next moment, the space began to shake and the evil thoughts deepened.

It seems that there is a strong will that is preventing the monk from leaving.

However, this power has not yet awakened and cannot truly obstruct the great power of the Xuantian Beidou Seven Star Formation. The two sides only had a stalemate for a while, and the evil power retreated, the star light was shining, and the monk's soul twisted into a vortex, and was forced to pull out the Dream Demon.

The monk left, and Zhenren Situ's face was extremely serious.

He was puzzled:

"When did this true man named Kuji who was so skillful in Buddhism in Prajna Temple get caught?"

Unless the evil god is reborn in the true fetus, once the Jiedi Sanskrit in Prajna Temple is sacrificed, it will never be easily broken by the fetal demon, eroding the desires.

Why?
To be continued...