Chapter 103 End of Volume - Succubus Yinggu
Half a month later.
The square in front of Tianlong Temple in Dali.
Dian Cang Yuyin in the reading of Zhou Botong's clear boxing move to retire the fishermen and woodcutter.
"Too weak, too weak, you are no match for me, call Duan Zhixing out."
The man was clutching his shoulders and his face was full of pain. Zhou Botong just hit him with his internal force and shocked him.
"Presumptuous."
Wu Santong shouted loudly, raised two fingers of his right hand, and pointed Yiyang towards Zhou Botong.
At this time, Yinggu, who was wearing a long white dress with tassels and gold threads, vaguely revealing half of her long legs, entered the battle group. She didn't see her using the Loach Kung Fu, so she walked straight up to meet her. .
“You!”
Wu Santong didn't dare to hurt her, so he could only withdraw his inner strength and stop fighting.
On the other side, Chu Pingsheng handed out a seemingly ordinary sword, but when it came into contact with Zhu Ziliu's long sword, it split into three. Ding, ding, ding, three crisp sounds, Ailao Mountain Thirty-six swords were completely broken, and even the long sword in Zhu Ziliu's hand had three gaps.
“One Qi transforms into three pure things?!”
The woodcutter behind found an opening and pointed his Yang finger at the back of Chu Pingsheng’s head.
He turned slightly and struck out with a palm.
The palms and fingers intersected, and one Yang finger accurately hit the Laogong point. However, the finger force could not make an inch forward, but instead a hot and spicy energy came over.
Hmph!
The woodcutter groaned, took three big steps back, looked at his burning fingers, and looked horrified.
"This is... Iron Palm Kung Fu?"
Zhou Botong said: "You are no match, call Duan Zhixing out."
Zhu Ziliu threw away the broken long sword in his hand and took out the judge's pen from behind: "Zhou Botong, Yinggu, if you want to go there today, you have to step over the corpse of our fisherman and woodcutter, Gengdu."
"Amitabha."
At this moment, a monk wearing red and yellow cassocks announced the name of Buddha and walked out of the temple door.
“Stay back.”
“Master!”
"Back off!"
Seeing his persistence, the four fishermen, woodcutter, farmers and students could only sigh and retreat outside the temple, but they did not go far.
Zhou Botong was alive and kicking when he was fighting with Dian Cang Yuyin. Now when he saw Duan Zhixing, a monk, he immediately withered and hid behind Chu Pingsheng and did not dare to come out.
Gu Ying stepped forward, her clothes were swaying, her white hair was flying, and she had an unworldly elegance. If she hadn't been the master of the succubus, Chu would have been deceived by her all his life.
As expected of a woman who had been an imperial concubine, she was better at seducing men than Huang Rong.
But it's a pity that he has a bad impression of this woman. He can use her but has no interest in accepting her.
Duan Zhixing proclaimed the Buddha's name again.
“I don’t know why some of you came to Tianlong Temple to find the poor monk.”
Yinggu said: “Duan Zhixing, I’m here to tell you that the murderer of my son has been killed. The grudge with you will be wiped out from now on."
Duan Zhixing was stunned for a moment, and Gujing Wubo's face showed a bit of confusion.
Chu Pingsheng explained: "The person who committed the murder was Qiu Qianren, the leader of the Iron Palm Gang, in order to let you use your inner strength to rescue Yinggu's child. Every injustice has its owner, and now Qiu Qianren is dead, so your grudges are over."
Duan Zhixing followed the sound and saw that he had just seen it in the temple. This scholar in a gray gown defeated his two disciples, Qiao and Du, in just two or three rounds. His strength was still higher than that of Zhou Botong.
"Who is this young hero?"
"Hero, he is a hero." Zhou Botong pointed at Chu Pingsheng: "Now he is Daxia Chu, not the young hero."< br>
After saying that, when Duan Zhixing looked at him, he quickly retracted his head.
Chu Pingsheng said: "I am Chu Pingsheng."
"Hello, Mr. Chu." Duan Zhixing clasped his hands together and lowered his head slightly.
Chu Pingsheng quickly returned the gift: "Hello, master, the original intention of coming to Tianlong Temple this time was to resolve the grievances of the past. It was only the four fishermen, woodcutter, farmers and readers who had doubts and refused to let go, which led to the conflict just now. The rudeness is still there. I hope you’ll forgive me.”
Duan Zhixing said, “Young Master Chu said something harsh.”
Zhou Botong’s teeth hurt when he heard the two talking. He poked his shoulder with his finger and whispered, “It’s okay. Okay, it’s okay, I’m leaving.”
After speaking, he didn't even give him a chance to respond. He rubbed oil on his soles and ran away.
Yinggu also glanced at Duan Zhixing and turned around to leave without saying a word. The steps she walked with her legs exposed were so unbearable that even the great monk who had escaped into Buddhism couldn't help but wrinkle. frown.
Chu Pingsheng really wanted to ask Master Yideng whether he was a good succubus. If he sat in her arms and twisted around, he didn't know if he could maintain his original intention and not make mistakes.
Of course, he didn't come here to test Duan Zhixing. After the great monk's heart disease was resolved, the issue became the general outline of the Nine Yin Sutra.
“Actually, I have one more thing to ask for when I come to Dali this time.”
"Master Chu, please speak." "Master, can you understand Sanskrit?"
"I have dabbled in it a little."
"I have a scripture in my hand written in Sanskrit. Yes, I would like to ask Master Yideng to help translate it.”
Chu Pingsheng took out a pamphlet from his arms and handed it over.
Duan Zhixing turned over two pages and flicked the page with his finger: "This is..."
Chu Pingsheng said: "This is the general outline of the Nine Yin Scriptures. In order to prevent the scriptures from falling into Xiao Xiao's hands, Huang Shang The most important general chapter is written in Sanskrit. "
Duan Zhixing was surprised by his honesty: "Master Chu, do you think that doing this is equivalent to giving a copy of the Nine Yin Sutra to the poor monk?"< br>
"It doesn't matter, I believe in the master's character."
"Okay, since Mr. Chu trusts the poor monk so much, please wait a moment."
At this time, Chu Pingsheng's heart moved: "Master, can I learn Sanskrit with you for a while?"
"Oh? Mr. Chu is interested in Sanskrit?"
"Yes, I am interested. ”
Chu Pingsheng was only interested because he remembered that the Nine Sun Magic Skills in Yitian Slaying the Dragon were recorded in the gaps between a Sanskrit Buddhist scripture. It seems that Sanskrit is very useful in the world of martial arts.
“If Mr. Chu can endure the hardship, just stay with the poor monk for a while.”
"Thank you, Master Yideng."
......
Another half month has passed.
In Duan Zhixing's words, Chu Pingsheng's Sanskrit has already made some achievements.
The great monk also said that his learning speed is much faster than ordinary people, and he should be related to the Buddha.
Gan.
A man who cultivates demons is said to have a predestined relationship with Buddha?
When he heard this, his first reaction was the famous sentence in the list of gods, "It is related to my Western religion", so he hurriedly said goodbye and left, returning to central Hunan.
Of course, another important reason is that life in the temple is too poor, and he misses the good scenery of Jiangnan...
But before he goes to find his wives, he has to collect some. Interest.
Black Dragon Pond.
Chu Pingsheng did not follow the path Yinggu taught him to walk through the quagmire. He jumped up directly and cast the Nine Spiral Shadows, leaving seven afterimages in the air and landing steadily in front of the thatched house.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw Yinggu getting up from the bed, raising her arms without hesitation, and putting on a tulle skirt.
"Master, you are here."
After speaking, he walked to the side and knelt on the ground.
"How many have you picked?"
Gu Ying lowered her eyebrows and said, "The sixth one."
Chu Pingsheng walked to the bed, opened the bed curtain and looked inside, oh , still an acquaintance.
"Liang Ziweng? You actually..."
Chu Pingsheng looked at the Changbai Ginseng with squinty eyes and sunken cheeks, who was almost sucked dry by Yinggu, and leaned back and forth with joy.
This guy ran away during the first battle at Guiyun Village and the first battle at Royal Garden, and finally ended up planted on Yinggu's bed.
Thinking about what he did before to collect yin and replenish yang, this can be regarded as treating the other person in his own way.
"Hoo...ho..."
Liang Ziweng struggled hard, trying to say something, as if he was lamenting his bad fate. He killed Wanyan Honglie and did not dare to return to the Jinren. He didn't dare to stay in the south of the Yangtze River, so he ran to central Hunan to avoid trouble. As a result, he was fascinated by Yinggu and lost all his power.
In the end, that charming woman with white hair turned out to be Chu Pingsheng’s slave?
"Hoo...pick up the yang...replenish the yin...the magic way...the magic way..."
"You answered correctly, it is the magic way." Chu Pingsheng patted him on the shoulder, took off the snake bone whip and shook it Huang: "Liang Ziweng, thank you for your contribution to my strength, snake blood, snake bones, and yourself."
"Uh... Gu... Gu..."
< br>Liang Ziweng raised his head, his throat squirmed twice, his hands shook, and his feet stood up, he was so angry.
Chu Pingsheng walked back to Yinggu: "Give me the power you attracted."
After saying that, he sat down cross-legged.
“Yes.”
Gu Ying agreed, pressing her palms on Chu Pingsheng’s back, using the supporting mental techniques in Succubus Cultivation Dafa, and harvesting yang and replenishing yin. All her skills were passed on to her master.
(End of this chapter)