At this point, the adhesion like a spider's web had been pressed in front of him.

He then stood with one hand and whispered a scripture, and the gray puff copper coin that he had stroked by his fingers suddenly glowed with a layer of bright color, as if the aura refined in it suddenly came to life.

The bright color pushed away the cobweb-like adhesion that was forced in front of him, and the brightness of the bright color pierced through the billowing dark clouds in the sky.

I just glanced up at the sky and immediately retracted my gaze for a short time, and the red rope connecting the copper coins in his hand was already straightened, and the copper coins had already spun extremely fast on the straight red rope, humming in the wind.

He held the copper coin in one hand, and flicked his fingers in the chanting with the other.

There were huge and complex runes, which rose out in the reshaping of the Yin Corpse Tide and the adhesion like a spider web, with a heavy sound like a bell, pressing against the Yin Corpse Sea Tide and the adhesion like a spider web.

The moment the runes fell, all the Yin corpses trembled in the aftermath of the ancient bell, like the adhesion of a spider's web no longer growing.

He stood in front of me and bore the wind for me, like countless thin blades pulling and scraping around him, and continued to chant with his eyes closed with an indifferent and calm expression, knocking the copper coin again and again.

Each of his taps was as heavy as a bell.

The tide of the Yin Corpses in the valley gradually began to struggle in the constant sound of bells, and gradually began to howl wildly, like the adhesion of a spider's web, gradually began to shrink.

With each light knock of his hand, the light of the copper coin in his hand became more and more vigorous, and it continued to spin faster until it trembled, as if it was about to move, and it seemed to be unbearably excited.

His eyes were closed, as if he had no idea of what was going on around him.

His voice as he read the scriptures was deep, and every word was like a hammer striking in my head.

In the midst of the struggle and screaming of the corpse, I suddenly heard a click in my head, as if someone had finally pulled a lock.

I was dizzy, and it was dark in front of me, and then all kinds of blurred scenes came flooding in.

My gaze was short, as if I had been wrapped in a child's body, trembling uncontrollably and panicking.

I was surrounded by corpses and men and women who were fighting.

The scene was blurry and I couldn't see their faces clearly, and in the midst of the chaos, I could only see a small monk clearly.

Unlike other monks who have compassion written on their faces, he is expressionless and indifferent, with a detached and lonely temperament, giving people a sense of remoteness and coldness.

The wide monk's robe on his body was snow-white and not stained with any dust, and the texture seemed to be cotton and linen, but it was neither raw nor cooked hemp.

He walked straight towards me from a distance, coiling the copper coins in his hand.

The crowd rushed at him with weapons of all sorts, but they couldn't get close to him, and as soon as they got close to him, they were bounced backwards.

His steps were unhurried, unhurried, and unhurried, but it only took a few steps for him to dodge in front of me.

He stopped in front of me and bent down to hold out his thin, thin right hand toward me.

I hurriedly raised my hand to hold his hand tightly, but a sharp blade suddenly pierced his heart from behind him.

He spurted blood and fell straight to the ground.

He was completely breathless, and he was killed on the spot.

I cried out, and I was overwhelmed and raised my hand to his slightly furrowed brow, trying to get him to open his eyes again.

Is this, my lost memory?

The intense dizziness struck me again without warning, and I subconsciously closed my eyes and shook my head, and when I opened my eyes again, the scene in front of me had changed.

Sometimes I practiced with the little monk, and sometimes I pestered the little monk to make trouble, sometimes in a desolate place, sometimes in the downtown streets.

He is very strict with his practice.

He always treated me coldly when I was vexatious, and then waited until I realized my mistake and put everything I wanted in front of me.

In all kinds of chaotic and blurred scenes, I only have him in my eyes, and I can always have him everywhere I can see......

I don't know how long it took, but the various blurred scenes finally dissipated in the clearer humming of the copper coins, ending at the moment when I was taken away by the masked man in black.

Gradually, everything in the valley came back into my view.

The aura of the copper coin in his hand had not dispersed, and the pale golden light produced by the runes was like an overwhelming giant net, enveloping the valley in it.

The yin corpse was shrouded in golden light, and it had been crushed to the ground.

The quaint chime echoed over and over again in the valley, and the screams of the corpses had turned into wails, like the adhesions of cobwebs dissipating.

As everything in the valley rejoined my vision, tears welled up in my eyes.

I finally remembered him.

It turned out that I had already fallen in love with him.

Fortunately, I am already the person he loves.

He is now in love with me.

I can see his back now.

I stretched out my arms and gently wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, and there was a brief pause in his chanting, followed by a quicker chanting, and even faster tapping on the copper coin.

The screams of the corpse rose and waned rapidly, until the silence of the valley fell silent, and he immediately turned around and hugged me tightly into his arms.

"Wife, are you feeling cold again?" he asked softly, pecking me lightly on the forehead.

"It's fine. But it's warm to have you in your arms. I smiled.

The palms of my and my hands were pressed against each other's backs at the same time, urging internal force to heal each other, and the small bloody mouth that the wind had stretched on each other's skin before.

"Wife, your internal strength is only responsible for keeping out the cold. He chuckled softly.

"Eh, are you disgusted with my internal strength, or are you disgusted with my internal strength?"

"Wife, can I not jump into the pit? I strongly asked myself to give a correct answer. ”

"That's right. ”

"Wife, I love everything about you, and there is no dislike for it. Your healing for me makes my heart hot, and I can't bear it. I can't bear to work hard for you. If I could, I would like to take care of everything for you, and I don't want you to work harder for half a cent. ”

This answer barely passes. ”

"Thank you for your praise, I will continue to work hard. ”

At this point in the conversation, he had healed me of the tiny blood on my skin, and took me out of the valley.

His pace is unhurried, unhurried, and he can move several meters with each step.

So far, I have not been able to heal him from his external injuries.

I blinked, holding back the tears that his answer brought me, and scolded him for not waiting a little longer until his injuries were healed before leaving.

He smiled and replied that he was thick-skinned, and to divert the topic, he led me forward, not with the shrinkage of the ground that I had mistaken for, but with light work.

Light gong practice without internal strength is not only cumbersome and hard and not easy to practice, but even if it is practiced, it is only the method of two steps on the wall with the left foot and the right instep.

With internal strength, it is not an overnight thing to practice light skills.

The strength of internal strength determines the strength of light power.

His digression worked for me for the time being, and after carefully noting down what he had taught me to practice light exercises using internal strength, I continued to accuse him of taking me away without waiting for the trauma to heal.

He listened to my continued accusations with a smile in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled higher and higher.

When we arrived near the hotel, he stopped and hugged me with one hand to heal his wounds.

Gu Chuan called at this time.

I answered the phone with a steady mind.

Gu Chuan mentioned that he had returned to Shallow Bay, and that he had brought back the cute little milk cat he had found for me back to Shallow Bay, but he had not been able to see me in Shallow Bay again.

I told him that I had taken over the exorcism business again and would return the day after tomorrow at the latest, and that he should just keep the kitten on a leash on the boat.

He told me to pay attention to safety and return as soon as possible, don't starve the little milk cat, and I should give his advice and care about his physical condition.

He didn't mention his body again this time, and began to lament that the years were unforgiving, and that he was indeed old and a little powerless to do things.

In a hurry?

Running out of patience?

He is blessed with a spider, even if he is at the end of his life, he can still take away the rest of my yang life and continue to live, and he is still not satisfied, or he has to be immortal.

The corners of my lips curled with sarcasm, and when I spoke again, I reviewed myself for not distinguishing between priorities, and promised that I would try to leave the shallow bay and the sea as little as possible in the future, and I would try to help him find Chidan as soon as possible.

He lamented that he had caused me pressure, and I asked him to be less pretentious.

At the end of the call, he asked me if my dreams had changed again, and I answered in the negative.

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