In the Taiyin Pool, Tao Qian stared at the erotic drama performed by his incarnation.

Although I was greatly shocked, I also learned from this secret key in my mind:

After practicing this joyful meditation method, you can create many clones with one thought, and each clone can be happy with others independently.

Feel the thoughts and meditate with joy.

If things go on like this, not only will they not fall due to the loss of Yuanyang, but their cultivation realm will become more solid and advanced. From the process of joyful intercourse, they can realize many magical powers of joyful meditation, whether it is against the enemy or in other matters of practice.

Very helpful.

Moreover, this method is not comparable to the yin and yang method, but is a real secret method of Buddhism, which is beneficial to both parties.

There is just one key, if the practitioner does not have any thoughts of desire.

The "clone" that is created is equivalent to an empty bubble. It can satisfy others, but it cannot feed oneself in return.

"Well, it means I did it, but I didn't do it."

"The secret method of Buddhism really seems to exist and seems to be non-existent, and it is very mysterious."

While Tao Qian was complaining, he suddenly saw that his body suddenly began to sink, and with a few bubbles "gurgling", he sank directly to the bottom of the pool.

Obviously, this was under the control of the old monk Baiqin, who was going to get the rare treasure that could be used to target the upper body of the demon god Tang Xianzong, called the "Heavenly Demon-killing God-Transforming Blood God Needle".

At the same moment, Bai Qinzi, whose disguise was clearly broken, put on the appearance of an accomplished monk again, bowed to Tao Qian, and at the same time stared at his body with a strange look.

At this time, both of them could sense the movement in the outside world through Yan Zhi's belly.

Although Tang Xianzong has a chance of winning, it is impossible for Ji Xianxian, Qin Wuxiang, Yingzong and a bunch of righteous sects to be defeated in such a short period of time.

There is still time before that final moment.

Therefore, the old monk no longer kept secrets and directly revealed to Tao Qian:

"Not to hide anything from the donor, the poor monk has indeed never practiced any killing magic. It's not that he is unwilling, but that he is unable. The Hundred Birds inheritance is originally a method of cultivation by both Buddha and demon. After being cultivated by the poor monk, he is extremely overbearing and cannot be tolerated at all.

There are other methods of killing unless the demonic nature within them can be purified."

"This great tribulation in southern Guangdong is also an opportunity for the poor monk. It is the best time to cast off the devilish nature and cultivate the great freedom of Buddhism."

"The poor monk should have been able to overcome the calamity by himself, and should not bother others. But after the poor monk deduced it again and again, he discovered that if I want to successfully survive the calamity, I must get the help of a destined person."

"But the origin of this destined person's roots and legs cannot be calculated at all, and the poor monk is also puzzled."

"Only when you meet the benefactor can you know the reason."

"After all, only the benefactor can help the poor monk steal the blood-transforming needle, only the benefactor's weird body can suppress the overwhelming demonic nature in the poor monk's relics, and only the benefactor's deep blessings can inherit the many causes and effects without being destroyed.

Die from the backlash."

"It would be great if the benefactor voluntarily agrees. Everyone will be happy. Afterwards, the poor monk will teach the benefactor the secret method of hundreds of birds as promised as a reward."

"I just didn't expect the donor to be so suspicious and to cause all these twists and turns."

When he uttered this sentence, the old monk Baiqin seemed not to be able to see the undisguised look of disdain in Tao Qian's eyes. His wrinkled face showed a look of pity, as if he really meant it.

It's a pity that Tao Qian made the wrong choice.

The old monk shook his head, and suddenly a solemn look appeared on his face, as if he was worried about something.

But in the end, he still sighed:

"The benefactor chose the wrong path, so the poor monk had no choice but to do it forcefully."

"Although this move will offend fellow Taoists of Lingbao Sect, the opportunity to escape is right in front of us, and the poor monk cannot care too much."

"At most, after this incident, the poor monk, as [the Patriarch of Baiqin Temple], can personally go to Lingbao Sect to apologize."

"Donor, look, I've got the magic needle."

Tao Qian heard the next few sentences that Bai Qinzi uttered, and inexplicably felt that what he said before was probably just foreshadowing. What this guy really wanted to say was these three sentences.

Just as he was about to ask, the controlled body suddenly emerged from the water holding a rare treasure.

But the treasure was deliberately controlled from leaving the Taiyin Pond water.

Tao Qian looked through the surging Taiyin water and saw that his hand was not the needle he expected at all.

This thing is more like a scarlet blood stick.

It is as thick as a baby's fist and more than ten feet long, with one end round and blunt and the other pointed.

The whole body is as red as blood and feels cold to the touch.

But at this moment, when Tao Qian turned his mind back to his body to feel this treasure, an extremely ominous and terrifying aura immediately surged out.

Looking across the water, for an instant, it seemed as if the whole world had turned into scarlet color, endless, squirming and hissing "foreign objects" whose specific shapes could not be seen clearly, surging towards them, as if they were about to sweep away.

His body, mind and even soul were all eaten clean.

Even though Tao Qian has now reached the perfection of Qi Refining Realm, has nine extremes of Immortal Spiritual Energy in his body, and has the rare talent of having the Supreme Spiritual Treasure without leakage, he can't help but feel the urge to vomit, and gradually he becomes dizzy.

Dizziness, the unpleasant feeling of fainting.

Fortunately, soon, he suddenly shivered.

The mind regains its clarity, and at the same time the perceived aspirations will emerge.

But before that, Tao Qian's real body and puppet body trembled at the same time, and then he saw golden Buddha light surging.

Completely ignoring the vast distance between them, the two bodies swapped positions.

When Tao Qian's body appeared in Yan Zhi's belly, holding the [Heaven Demon Killing God-Transforming Blood Needle] wrapped in the gurgling Taiyin Pool water.

The old monk's annoying voice and that extremely uncomfortable tone came again:

"This method is called the secret method of changing bodies with and without the small wheel. It was also won by a poor monk, but he didn't practice it well..."

"You can still take a look, right?"

Tao Qian finally couldn't help but interjected.

He also heard at this time that the old monk had clearly won a complete set of secret techniques from the monk of Zhuanlun Temple.

I don’t know who the monk from Zhuanlun Temple is, and his gambling skills are so poor.

Bai Qinzi was not angry even after being annoyed by Yin and Yang.

He just looked at Tao Qian with a profound look, and then said: "The donor is really keen. Is this because he has realized that the poor monk will not kill you even after the incident, so he has no worries?"

Hearing this, Tao Qian did not deny it, but his frown did not relax.

Holding the magic needle with both hands, he silently listened to the many movements coming from outside Yan Zhi's belly, while his eyes stared directly at Bai Qin Zi and asked directly:

"After taking advantage of this junior, I wonder what the master plans to do with it?"

"Still let me go to Lingbao Sect, or as you said, go with me to Lingbao Sect as the so-called 'Patriarch of Baiqin Temple' to ask for forgiveness?"

"Master is so sure that this junior can be valued by Lingbao Sect that he would not hesitate to embarrass Master, the founder of the sect who came out of Da Zi Zai Temple, for my sake?"

When Tao Qian uttered these three sentences, Bai Qinzi's wrinkled face started to smile again.

The old monk seemed to feel that he had obtained a destined person and a rare treasure of demons and gods. This phantom of a hundred birds that was mixed with demonic thoughts and Buddha nature really lost all scruples and began to reveal his true nature.

The old monk nodded to Tao Qian and said bluntly:

"Donor, there is no need to test too much. Although the poor monk is not a member of the Taoist sect, and his knowledge is very ordinary, he also knows that once the benefactor enters the Lingbao Mountain Sect with such talents, he will definitely be trained as a true disciple in the future. After decades,

It is only a matter of time before we can achieve the mysteries of the cave and reach the state of bliss."

"Even in the opinion of the poor monk, with the donor's talent, it is very possible to achieve the realm of Taoism, and even have a chance to climb to the realm of Tribulation Immortal."

"Don't say it's Lingbao Sect. Even if it's Taishangdao, if you can get the benefactor's trust, you will definitely treat him with care."

Tao Qian obviously didn't expect that the old monk thought so highly of him.

Hearing this, he was even stunned, and then subconsciously asked:

"In this case, Master still dares to plot against this junior?"

"Is it true that you are not afraid of the Lingbao Sect being in trouble, and you are not worried that the younger generation will seek revenge from you if they succeed in their cultivation?"

As soon as Tao Qian finished speaking, Bai Qinzi, who had unleashed his true nature, burst into laughter.

At this moment, the old monk's demonic thoughts clearly had the upper hand.

Instead of being humble, his tone became arrogant. The hundred-necked monk's robe on his body even vaguely reminded Tao Qian of the hundreds of beasts and demons that Tao Qian had seen that day trampling on the dharma of the celestial demons and Buddha mothers in the mountains. They had the appearance of old demons, and they had no taboos.

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"Hahaha... I'd like to teach the donor to know!"

"Everything you practice must have a price."

"Poor monks are not immune, so once there is an opportunity for transcendence and promotion, whether it is Taoism, Buddha, or those evil demons, it is the same."

"Fight, fight no matter what."

"The donor asked the poor monk if he was afraid of the Lingbao Sect. Of course he was afraid. But does the poor monk want to give up this opportunity to escape calamity and attain enlightenment and practice the Great Freedom Dharma just because he is afraid?"

"As long as I, Bai Qinzi, succeed in doing this, and start the lineage of 'Baiqin Temple' outside Da Zi Zai Temple, many eminent monks in the temple will naturally block the pressure of Lingbao Sect for me."

"As for the donor?"
To be continued...