If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

The bird is quiet and the forest is deep, and the leaves are rustling.

The delicate and soft touch arched and licked the gap between the lips bit by bit, childish and firm.

With a slight nasal sound and wheezing, gently slapping on the face and ears, the warmth is filled with obscure moisture.

Insatiable moved his Adam's apple.

He closed his eyes tightly, and when Cheng Siqi pressed him to kiss him, he tilted his head slightly to avoid it, pinched the back of Cheng Siqi's neck and smiled softly: "Who told you that the only way to heal the injury of the Great Dao is double cultivation?" ? I have another way."

The person who stroked the side of his neck and collarbone paused.

Cheng Siqi lowered his eyes, staring at Wuyan's lips that were even thinner in the moonlight under the shadow of the tree, suddenly pushed his head into the collar of Wuyan's monk robe, and said in a muffled voice: "I'm in heat, I don't care about everything. Can't hear you. Mmmm..."

In order to show that what he said was true, Cheng Siqi hummed twice.

Not loud, nor like.But perhaps Sect Master Cheng Shao was really emotional, the humming that came out of his throat was like sticky and silky candy, entangled sweetly and softly, sticking towards Wuyan's body sticky.

"Double cultivation is not enough."

Wu Yan clamped Cheng Siqi's waist, pulled him up, raised his hand and untied Cheng Siqi's belt slowly, and laughed, "But it's okay to cure your estrus."

The palm of the hand is down along the flexible and smooth waist, the curvature of the waist is beautiful and beautiful, trembling slightly, clinging to it.

Insatiable buried his face there, feeling Cheng Siqi's body tense like a bow and arrow instantly, he laughed in a low voice, poked Cheng Siqi's tightly pursed lips with his fingers, and stuffed a string of Buddhist beads into it.

"Hold it, don't make a sound."

Cheng Siqi hugged Wuyan's shoulders tightly, his playful expression suddenly changed.

"you!"

The sudden scream was blocked by the beads, and the silvery white thread overflowed and dripped from the gap of the beads uncontrollably.

A strong and strange feeling swept over his whole body in an instant, causing his brows to frown instantly, overflowing with emotion.

His lips were rubbed red, the mist from his eyes couldn't stop flowing out, and the bright light gradually faded into a hollow void.

"Never... tireless..."

A muffled voice squeezed out wetly, and crawled into Wuyan's arms.

With a loosening of his lips and tongue, the Buddha beads fell from Cheng Siqi's mouth, and his hand, which is used to holding a sword, trembled so violently for the first time, recklessly and tremblingly, he tore off the monk's robe of Infinity, and poked it down.

Insatiable and calm complexion froze, kissed Cheng Siqi's red earlobe, and slowly put one of his legs on his shoulder.

"Be good..."

The soft murmur disappeared in his ears.

A gust of mountain wind came suddenly, and the leaves rustled.

The swaying moon shadow sprinkled all over the hillside, and a strange bush tiptoed, like a thief, slowly climbed down from the hillside, and moved towards the towering tree with loose clothes hanging down.

"Slow down, slow down! Why are you in a hurry, if you walk too fast, it won't look like real grass!"

A very low voice suddenly came from the bushes, dissatisfied and reprimanded.

A weak female voice replied: "Senior Sister Fuling, it was you who said just now that the two seniors were busy with the fusion of body and soul, and didn't have time to let go of our spiritual sense to detect us, let's go there quickly... Besides, I seemed to see some clothes just now... fell from a tree..."

The bushes shook together, and several sounds came out in an instant.

"Then what are you waiting for! Go, go!"

"Wow, is it so exciting to be on a tree?"

"Wait, senior sisters! In case we are discovered by the two seniors..."

Fu Ling said with a guilty conscience, "Senior Cheng even hinted at me that I should write a new story for him and Senior Wuyan. This is the real solution of Longyang? Senior brother Meng has superb drawing skills..."

Speaking of this, a curious male voice suddenly broke in.

"Longyang true solution? What is that?"

Fu Ling was startled: "Brother Meng?!"

Standing in front of the bushes with his hands behind his back, Meng Dongya's face was serious, and he grabbed the ground, and several Wanfamen disciples were pulled out of the ground like carrots.The bushes disappeared, and several disciples huddled together in disgrace, laughing at Meng Dongya.

"In the middle of the night, don't sleep, and go to disturb the two seniors to talk about the past?"

Meng Dongya looked stern, "How can we offend Senior Out of Body and God of Transformation? You are all used to by the elders! After returning to the sect, each of you will be locked up for 20 years!"

"Yes, brother."

Meng Dongya became angry, and no one dared to challenge him, so they all obediently bowed their heads and followed Meng Dongya up the hill with a mournful face.

After glancing at the group of disciples angrily, Meng Dongya suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Where's An Ye?"

Fu Ling was taken aback when she heard the words: "An Ye? Isn't An Ye in the camp? He didn't come with us, I think he looks bad, I told him to rest early, maybe he was frightened..."

Meng Dongya's face instantly became ugly: "An Ye is not in the camp..."

at the same time.

In a barren mountain in the distance, An Ye held his sword tightly, took two steps fast and timidly, swung away a strange tangled thorn, and shouted at the young man walking in front: "Senior Brother Wang, let's... ...Where are we going to hunt monsters?"

"Isn't this far from the camp?"

An Ye said in a little panic.

"Why are you so timid? There is a brother here, what are you afraid of?"

The young man in front stopped walking, turned his head and smiled softly, with handsome eyes, "Come on, we are still ahead. Ordinary monsters have no nourishing effect on us. Doom has come here, and we have to go farther to find advanced monsters." ..."

An Ye glanced at Senior Brother Wang, sighed helplessly, and continued to follow him.He didn't want to be said to be as cowardly as a mouse if he couldn't bring back even a monster.

"Senior Brother Wang, I want to go back to the sect." An Ye whispered.

Wang Pei comforted him and said, "Come on, we can go back at dawn."

The shadow of the moon fell on the backs of the two of them, and An Ye looked around from time to time, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

The pace under their feet became faster and faster, almost like the wind, passing towering ancient trees.The withered branches twisted like ferocious ghost claws.

An Ye felt that his body was getting colder and colder, so he leaned closer to Wang Pei carefully: "Senior Brother Wang, it's a bit cold. Is there something weird here? Otherwise we..."

"It's okay, we're almost there."

Wang Pei turned his head and smiled at An Ye, full of tender comfort.He looked at the skinny boy and nodded nervously, a cold light flashed in his slightly narrowed eyes.

What do you keep such a oil bottle for?

With a sneer in his heart, Wang Pei led An Ye further into the barren hills.

The two of them rushed quickly, the surrounding trees gradually became thinner, and one after another strange bumps appeared.

I don't know when, countless oppressed and painful panting sounds faintly came from my ears, like being locked in a box, dull and hideous.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

As these soil bumps increased, the ground began to vibrate slightly, as if a heart was beating.

This beating sound can penetrate into the human ear, and it is heavy and fast, and it is fast.

It was as if hammering his brain, making An Ye dizzy and frightened.He stretched out his hand to pull Wang Pei, with fear in his voice: "Brother Wang, something is wrong here, let's hurry..."

"Brother An."

Wang Pei's voice suddenly became erratic, and An Ye clenched his hands, but it was empty.

He shook his head vigorously, rubbed his fingers on the sword, and the sword rang loudly, instantly clearing his chaotic altar.

An Ye took advantage of the clarity to look forward quickly, only to find that at some point, he had already walked into a familiar gray fog.

There are many tombs and tombstones around, and a Zhuangzi is looming not far away.

It is the cemetery they left not long ago.

An Ye was startled, stood with his sword horizontally, and was about to run out of this area, but at this moment, Wang Pei, who had just disappeared without a trace, suddenly appeared behind him, smiled coldly, and stretched out his hand to push him behind.

"Senior Brother Wang!"

The body was locked by a cultivation base much higher than his own, and he fell uncontrollably towards the gray mist.An Ye sensed the aura behind him and was panicked.

Wang Pei quietly watched An Ye's body being engulfed by the gray mist, and smiled softly: "Junior Brother An, if you want to blame it, blame you for being useless. After so many years of cultivation, it is only the early stage of Jindan, and Yuanying is hopeless for life. Just like that, you still have no hope. What kind of face is pestering Junior Sister Fuling?"

"A useless person like you should die."

The tone of contempt and disgust was undisguised.

But in the next moment, Wang Pei's smile froze on his face.

His pupils shrank, and he watched in amazement that An Ye, who fell into the gray mist, broke free from his mana restraint unscathed, and slowly got up.

"you……"

An Ye's figure stood in the gray mist, appearing and disappearing like a ghost.

An ear-piercing scream that seemed to be crying and laughing erupted from that thin body, spreading like invisible sound waves. Wang Pei was instantly knocked to the ground, with blood flowing from both ears.The array and vestments vibrated together, but they couldn't eliminate the sound wave at all.

The tombstones were cracked inch by inch, and the tomb shook.

Following a few puffs, bones and withered hands pierced out of the grave with bloodshot eyes.

Wang Pei's golden elixir could hardly function freely. He backed away in horror, but a skeleton crawled out of an unknown tomb grabbed his ankle and entangled his legs, making him unable to move at all.

"You are right, Senior Brother Wang."

An Ye was surrounded by gray mist, and he walked out slowly, a bone flower burning with a faint blue flame appeared on half of his face, while the corners of his mouth curled up strangely, while he pursed his lips sadly, "Useless people... It's better to die. So, is this the reason why your spirit world destroyed my robbery world?"

"What, what?"

Wang Pei swallowed his saliva, "An, Junior Brother An, you... calm down, Senior Brother didn't want to hurt you, really... just joking with you, look... you see, are you all right? Let go , Let senior brother go, senior brother doesn’t know anything..."

Eyes burning with faint blue flames watched Wang Pei silently for a moment, and there was a trace of dull disinterest on An Ye's face.

He grabbed a piece of gray mist casually, shaped it into a few villains, and while fiddling with it, he asked in a sharp and weird voice: "Brother, do you know why I am so timid?"

Wang Pei shook his head vigorously: "Junior Brother...you are not timid, you are not timid!"

"I'm timid."

An Ye said seriously, "That's because I'm different from you. I'm not from your spirit world, but from the Jie world, which is what you call the number of disasters. There is no Nascent Soul in the Jie world, so I have been staying at Jindan, I just don’t want to be seen through. My blood is not red, so I am timid and afraid of getting into trouble, for fear of using force and bleeding.”

Wang Pei was shocked when he heard this, and opened his mouth in astonishment, not as gentle and calm as before.

"You...you are doomed..."

An Ye didn't seem to be bothered to look at him like this, so he looked away from him and said, "Senior brother, I don't want to kill you either, but who let you know my secret?"

Wang Pei's eyes showed despair: "Junior brother! Junior brother spare my life, I will never talk nonsense, I can swear by my heart demon..."

An Ye turned a deaf ear and said to himself: "Brother, I remember that you are a swordsman? You said that I sucked your kendo, condensed the sword energy, and transferred to the sword master of the Xuanjian sect. How about it? And the sword master, but I can't miss it anymore."

The corners of his sadly pursed lips slowly turned up, and he grinned a weird smile.

With a wave of his hand, a group of villains made of gray mist flew up together, rushed towards Wang Pei, and burrowed into Wang Pei's nose, nose and ears.

Wang Pei struggled constantly, but with the strength of the golden core, he couldn't break free from the skeleton on his body.The cold touch enters the body, like a poisonous snake coiling around.

"No! No... Junior Brother, Junior Brother, don't kill me! Don't kill me! Don't..."

The screaming stopped abruptly.

Wang Pei's body slowly shrank, turning into a thin piece of skin.

The villains in the gray mist ate each and turned into bulging balls, which flew out and fell into An Ye's mouth.

An Ye chewed them up one by one, then bent down to put away the skins on the ground, and sighed regretfully: "Uncle likes painted skins, so he will definitely like this gentle scholar, but unfortunately, I don't know where to find uncle now. "

With that said, An Ye casually threw the skin to a skeleton.

The skeleton screamed and burrowed into the skin.Soon the skin filled up, the closed eyes opened, and the skeleton wearing Wang Pei's skin jumped up and bowed down to An Ye.

"Your Highness, the auras of the sword master and the Buddha master are approaching."

"Prepare well to welcome my good master."

An Ye touched the flaming bone flower on his face, his eyes were dark, "As long as I can infect him a little bit, I'm sure to replace him."

The surrounding gray fog and skeletons were ordered to turn into mud, wriggling and lurking around.

An Ye asked Wang Pei to slap him and ordered him to leave. He pretended to heal his wounds and shrank at the edge of the gray mist. The flames on his face disappeared, and his appearance became pale and weak. He looked like a poor boy.

Two escaping lights landed outside the gray mist, one in front and the other behind.

The Buddha lotus was in full bloom, the sword light pierced straight through, and the two figures quickly came to An Ye in the blink of an eye.

"An Ye?"

Cheng Siqi's voice sounded.

An Ye opened his eyes, and said weakly: "Senior Cheng..."

At the same time, with a movement of his mind, all the dust and sand on the ground brushed towards Cheng Siqi's feet without a trace, and a wisp of black air mixed in the dust quietly came out, entangled towards Cheng Siqi's ankle.

An Ye was overjoyed, and was about to let the black energy climb up in one go, but Cheng Siqi suddenly pulled off the hem of his clothes, and coughed dryly with a look of embarrassment.

"This... the white one is mud, it's nothing else, really..."

The hem moved slightly, and the black air was suddenly dispersed as if being attacked by something.

A silent scream rang in An Ye's ears: "Your Highness! He is invincible! He is covered with the Yuanyang of the Transformation God Buddha..."

An Ye stared blankly at Cheng Siqi and Wu Yan who was slowly approaching, and for a moment didn't know what to say.

The author has something to say: An Ye: I believe in the white mud.