Learn from Fahai: Break the vows and become stronger

“Nie? Come in. ”

Myoko was still sitting cross-legged on the bed, and with a gentle wave of his hand, the wind blew and pushed the door open.

Outside the room, it was Nie Xiaoqian, who changed into a light gauze pink dress, looming under the bright moonlight.

The girl’s fair figure is so moving in the moonlight, and the delicate and beautiful appearance is three points more intoxicating than the moonlight.

Nie Xiaoqian held a porcelain jar, walked into the room with her head down, and placed the porcelain jar sideways on the table, and from Miaokong’s angle, she could see that the tips of her ears were red.

“Miaokong, my father pulled you to chat at dinner, you must not have eaten, right? I made a cup of silver ear soup, you taste. ”

“Miss Nie has a heart.”

Mioko didn’t refuse, just nodded, got up and got off the bed, came to the table and sat down.

“Just call me Xiao Qian.”

Nie Xiaoqian opened the porcelain jar, and there was indeed a sweet and fragrant silver ear soup inside, steaming hot, hiding a wisp of sweet fragrance.

“This soup is so sweet just by smelling, Xiao Qian is really a good craft.”

Miaokong leaned over and sniffed, praising without hesitation.

“I put honey, I’m afraid you don’t like to eat it, just like it.”

Nie Xiaoqian seemed to sit casually next to Miaokong, her jade hand supporting her chin, and looking sideways at Miaokong.

Under the candlelight, the light and handsome young monk is so good-looking, revealing hazy beauty, and the holy and upright treasure is so addictive even at night

It’s so fragrant….

Nie Xiaoqian’s saliva secreted frantically.

“It’s so fragrant.”

Miaokong said suddenly, and then looked at Nie Xiaoqian.

Nie Xiaoqian came to her senses, nodded with a smile, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Miaokong.

“Miss Chen thinks the same way, right?”

“What?”

Nie Xiaoqian was stunned for a moment, and her peach blossom eyes revealed doubtful emotions.

At some point, a string of prayer beads appeared in Miaokong’s hand, made of the same material as his ebony bowl, shining with rubbing, shining with warm light.

“Vainruoba

With Miaokong’s words, the prayer beads strung by one hundred and eight ebony beads exploded violently, entangling Nie Xiaoqian like a big python.

“Buzz!”

On each bead, a swastika Buddha seal bloomed, and the Buddha light flowed slowly, faintly converging into a magic statue sitting in Jizo Town.

“Myoko! What are you doing? Let go of me! ”

Nie Xiaoqian struggled to herself, her lower lip was white, and her eyes were full of doubt and horror, which was so loving.

Miaokong ignored her, just picked up the cup of silver ear soup and stirred it slowly with a spoon.

Suddenly, the sweet fragrance became even more intense and spread throughout the room.

“Soul eroded, fallen soul fallen.”

Miaokong picked up a wisp of sweet fragrance, rubbed it at his fingertips, turned into a pink blood, and he turned his head to look at “Nie Xiaoqian” who was silent.

“If the little monk drinks this soup, I am afraid that he will lose his soul when he boarded and turn into the walking dead of the girl.”

“This kind of demon blood is not what mortals should have.”

“Is the little monk right? Miss Chen Yinger? ”

Nie Xiaoqian… No, Chen Ying’er, who was wearing Nie Xiaoqian’s skin, barely raised her head under the confinement of countless Buddha beads and slowly opened the corners of her mouth.

The bigger and bigger, all the way to the base of the ear.

I have to say that Nie Xiaoqian’s appearance is really rare in the world, and even such a terrifying scene gives people a sense of terrifying beauty.

“Unexpectedly, I looked away.”

“I thought you were just a delicious blood food, but do you really think that you won?”

Miaokong frowned, and Lingjue was suddenly touched.

“Damn it!”

The door to the room was pushed open.

The real Nie Xiaoqian stumbled in, looking confused, her pupils were lightless, and she obviously had no self-awareness.

What’s even more creepy is that her originally pink skin exudes an illusory and transparent feeling, is it in a trance, and the muscle vessels under the skin are faintly visible.

It was as if she was about to be stripped of all her skin!

“Hehe~ this is called painting skin and moving souls.”

Chen Ying’er smiled and explained very intimately: “I painted her skin and put it on me, and slowly, her real skin will also be filled.” ”

“In the end, I will be the real Nie Xiaoqian, and she is just a skinless corpse.”

“You see, she is dying, and now she is a walking dead, everything in the flesh, blood, flesh, bone, will become nourishment for moisturizing the skin, the skin on my body.”

Miaokong frowned tightly, it turned out to be a leather ghost!

No wonder, no wonder that gas machine is so weird, people are not strange, black is not black and white.

It turned out to be wearing a layer of human skin!

“What are you going to do? Mage Myoko~”

“As soon as I die, she will be completely unsaved.”

Chen Ying’er was still smiling and groaning, and suddenly said: “That’s right! You can release me, release me, and I will reverse the Painting Skin Soul Transfer Dafa and return the skin to her. ”

“Or do you not care about the life of a mortal and make up your mind to bring down demons and eliminate demons?”

Miaokong turned a deaf ear, stood up, walked to Nie Xiaoqian, who was in a daze, and raised his palm.

The gentle and gentle Buddhist mana passed over without hesitation.

Gradually, Nie Xiaoqian’s illusory skin around her solidified and fell softly.

Mioko carefully helped her to the bed.

Chen Ying’er watched quietly, amazed.

“It’s so pure Buddhist mana, but it’s useless, you can maintain it for a while, but you can’t maintain it for a lifetime.”

“Although the magic power of the Buddha Sect restrains me and other evils, the method of painting skin and moving souls has been formed, and if it is forcibly blocked, she will die immediately.”

“Unless, you can find a relic son.”

Miaokong is still deaf, of course he knows that this is a cure for the symptoms but not the root cause.

He didn’t have either.

But it is even more impossible to let this painting ghost go, believe in the credit of evil, it is better to believe that Fahai can sit with Bai Suzhen and discuss.

But now the situation, it seems, there is no better way than to bet on the credit of a leather.

But…

That’s someone else.

“Miss Chen, are you afraid of death?”

Miaokong asked with a smile, and without waiting for Chen Ying’er to answer, he pinched his hands.

“Shizun Jizo, immeasurable, relic like ruin, born from one law!”

“Xuan.”

“Before Jizo driving, pioneer, increase and lose the second general.”

“The head of the official.”