Chapter 66 Cause and Effect Are Hard to Eliminate

When Zixuan heard this, her face changed slightly, and her body froze on the spot.

"What's wrong?"

The old monk smiled and said, "It's nothing, rest for a while, wait for me to breathe for a while!"

Zixuan's face softened, and she nodded and stopped talking. I thought to myself, it seems that I am too worried.

Zhiyuan stood on the edge of the cliff, facing the air, his hands outstretched, and a pose, which was a bit like the move of a white crane to dry its wings.

"Is there such a pranayama?" Xiao Jing asked Zixuan curiously, "Isn't it usually sitting?"

Zi Xuan smiled indifferently, "Cultivating the truth, each has its own method, so it's not unusual." ”

A few minutes later, Zhiyuan finished pranayama and spit out a large cloud of turbid qi from his mouth.

Zi Xuan stepped forward and asked, "Okay?"

Zhiyuan nodded, and then her eyes narrowed slightly, "The aura on your body is complicated, is there anything bad besides this curse?"

"Is there anything bad?" Zi Xuan was stunned and said, "No!"

Xiaojing next to her frowned, remembered and said, "Sister, it seems that there is a ......"

"What is it?" Lan Lan couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Dementor Bottle!" Xiao Jing said, "Sister, don't you remember?"

Zixuan also remembered Xiaojing's reminder. When she was packing up the loot after the fight with Lina, Xiao Jing found such a quaint bottle from the items in Lina's storage ring, which was reminded by Zixuan that it was a replica of the Dementor Bottle.

Due to the soul bottle absorbing souls, Zixuan was worried that there were a large number of ghosts inside, so she didn't dare to open the lid, but she didn't know what to do with it. Although she put the storage bracelet on her body and said that she would deal with it later, if Xiaojing didn't remind her, she would have almost forgotten about it.

The old monk's pupils shrank when he heard the words "Soul Bottle", and his face was surprised, and he said:

"Dementor bottles, take them out and take a look!"

Hearing this, Zi Xuan's right hand brushed over the storage bracelet, and a quaint vial immediately appeared on the palm of her right hand.

"Oh, that's it!"

Call!

Zhiyuan took the bottle and took a deep breath -

"My feeling is right, it's this!"

He carefully examined the bottle, and there were many patterns of demons and ghosts engraved on the bottle, like teeth and claws, which made people feel cold.

The old monk gently checked it, and the soul bottle was quite heavy.

His face suddenly became solemn, and he said slowly: "Although this bottle is an imitation, it is estimated that there are tens of thousands of souls in it!"

"Ten thousand souls?"

Hearing this, the three of them were horrified in their hearts, and Zixuan's face couldn't help but tremble.

There are so many souls in the bottle, so everyone can think that in addition to the souls of people who died normally, there must be Lina among them who have obtained them by abnormal means, and the latter is even very likely to account for the absolute part.

It seems that Lina has taken great pains to be her master in the world, and the amount of this collection is really appalling, but I don't know how ruthless and fierce her master is!

Zixuan had a faint bad feeling in her heart.

"I can't imagine that this kind of hurtful thing has come out!" Master Zhiyuan held the soul bottle, his mood was quite complicated, and sighed, "Is he so stubborn...... Do you really refuse to give up?"

"Who won't stop?" Zi Xuan asked curiously.

"He-" The old monk stopped talking, his expression was gloomy, and he shook his head and said, "Forget it, your cultivation is not enough, it will not be good for you to know!"

Zixuan was stunned when she heard this, then thought about it, nodded and stopped demanding.

There are some things that others really don't want to say, and they are helpless. For example, now, the old monk Zhiyuan helped them break the curse, and it was impossible for her to coerce the old monk to confess anything.

"What are you going to do with this dementor bottle?" asked Zhiyuan, holding the bottle.

Zixuan smiled bitterly, shook her head and said, "I haven't thought about it, I don't know." ”

"Since that's the case!" The monk looked down and thought for a moment, blinked his eyes and said, "Then give it to me!"

"Oh, what do you want to do with it?" Zi Xuan was not surprised at all, she had already seen some clues from Zhiyuan's expression, and he seemed to want this bottle.

"Amitabha! Tens of thousands of lives, of course, are purified!"

Zhiyuan sighed, "Let them re-enter reincarnation!"

Zixuan nodded and acquiesced.

The three of Zixuan would not be able to purify them, or they would not be haunted by curses. Since he can't solve the problem of the soul of the bottle, it is better to deal with it to the old monk Zhiyuan.

From the moment he broke the curse for Xiao Jing just now, although his cultivation was not as good as hers, Zi Xuan felt the righteous and bright aura in his mana, and the person who came to practice this kind of exercise should not be a bad person.

"I'll lift the curse of the undead for you first! I'll settle the Dementor Bottle later. ”

Zhiyuan put the bottle away and said with a solemn face, "Maybe I need your help!"

Zixuan nodded, then sat down cross-legged in front of the boulder.

With Xiaojing's previous experience, the old monk is familiar with the road this time.

He once again absorbed the Heaven and Earth Yuan Power through the best spirit weapon, and then came to crack the undead blood curse on Zixuan's body.

Since Zixuan's cultivation is much higher than Xiao Jing's, her physical body's defense is much higher than Xiao Jing's. Therefore, the undead blood curse on her body is relatively easy to lift.

In just a few minutes, under Zi Xuan's intentional control, the evil qi in the bloodline was quickly concentrated on the back, and then turned into a hideous skull head.

The old monk continued to chant the six-character mantra, and with the last shout, the Buddha's palm slapped out, and the skeleton immediately disappeared in the screams and turned into nothingness.

"Alright!" Lan Lan said happily, "Your curse has been lifted, and you're finally fine!"

Zixuan nodded, folded her hands and bowed to Zhiyuan: "Thanks to the master this time!"

"It's not enough to raise your hands!" Zhiyuan smiled indifferently.

Then, he flipped through it and took out the dementor bottle.

"Next, it's your turn!"

Under the gaze of Zixuan and the others, Zhiyuan placed the dementor bottle in a purple-gold bowl under the boulder. Then, he removed the string of yellow beads from his neck and placed the dementor bottle in the middle.

After all this was done, Master Zhiyuan sat down cross-legged, facing the dementor bottle and chanting a word—it seemed to be a Buddhist scripture. Countless runes poured out of Zhiyuan's mouth with Zhiyuan's low groan, and then levitated around the dementor bottle.

As the scriptures were spoken, the purple gold bowl also slowly turned, as if an invisible hand was manipulating, and it also emitted a low Sanskrit sound from time to time.

And the string of Buddha beads glowed with a pale yellow light, the beads shone, and the yellow light shot into the air, and it seemed that a yellow light mask had faintly formed.

Zixuan and the three of them were all surprised, they didn't pay attention to it before, but at this time, they found out that this Master Zhiyuan was so generous, and this purple gold bowl and yellow Buddha beads turned out to be the best spiritual weapons.

The old monk recited the scriptures for a few minutes, and suddenly he stretched out his index finger and pointed at the dementor bottle, and shouted, "Open!"

The dementor bottle vibrated violently in response, and the cork popped out suddenly, and clusters of firefly-like white points of light poured out of the middle of the bottle.

Zi Xuan was shocked in her heart, these white points of light seemed to be the mortal souls that Lina had collected.

Seeing this, Zhiyuan's expression became more and more solemn, and the chanting in his mouth became clearer.

Countless white points of light poured out of the bottle, and then the color gradually darkened under the constant touch of the runes suspended around the body.

Those points of light that came out first flickered like stars after touching the runes many times, and then slowly rose into the air through the light mask, and soon disappeared from sight.

Purifying the soul was obviously a huge drain, and after just a few minutes, the face of the old monk Zhiyuan became extremely pale, and even the voice of chanting trembled a little.

The old monk glanced up at Zixuan. Zi Xuan understood in her heart, and then sat cross-legged behind him, pressing her hands on his back, and the majestic spiritual power was surging towards him endlessly......

After more than twenty minutes, the last few bits of white light finally flew out of the light mask and slowly rose into the sky.

Seeing this, Zhiyuan's mood was relieved, and he immediately leaned over and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his breath became extremely sluggish.

"Master!" "Master Zhiyuan!" Zixuan and the three of them were shocked and stepped forward to support Zhiyuan.

"It's okay!" Zhiyuan stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a wry smile, "I'm old, my body is not good! I've endured this blood for a long time!"

When Zi Xuan heard this, her heart was sour, but she couldn't help but have some respect for this old man in her heart.

The old monk looked at the three of them, and then smiled and said, "All right!

Then, he thought of something, and said to Zixuan and the others, "Although this undead curse has been lifted. But you also need to be cautious in what you do in the future. Actually, I don't say that you should also know that this person who planted the curse of the undead is extremely powerful. ”

The three of Zixuan nodded and said sincerely, "Thank you Master for reminding me!"

"Thank you no, alas, but there are some things you still have to remember!"

"What's that?" Xiao Jing couldn't help but say.

"Please also ask the master to guide the maze!" Zixuan also said.

"The curse can be solved, but the cause and effect are hard to eliminate!"

The old monk sighed and said slowly-

"The three of them are good for themselves!"

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