It wasn't until all the souls entered the gate of reincarnation and disappeared in front of their eyes that they were relieved, panting and stopping playing, their hands were weakly resting on the seven-stringed treasure qin, the light in their tired eyes gradually dissipated, and the mana surging around them returned to the dantian;

"Brother Dao, are you alright?"

Looking at the extremely tired posture of forgetting worries, Mo Tong spoke softly and asked with concern;

"Huh, it's okay!"

Forgetting his worries and weakly responding, he reluctantly raised his head, glanced at the slowly rising cold moon, and sighed with great joy;

"It's okay! It's good that we've crossed the soul back to the netherworld, otherwise we'll be in trouble!"

When Mo Tong heard this, he immediately felt that his face was like fire, and he knew in his heart that in fact, what he did was nothing at all, so he was embarrassed to open his mouth at the moment;

"Thanks to Brother Dao's action this time, if it weren't for Brother Dao's magical skills, I am afraid that Poor Dao would have died at this moment, how dare I pretend to be meritorious, greedy for ink and fame, polite words, generous words, Brother Dao doesn't need to say it anymore, it sounds like he is making fun of Poor Dao! hehe..."

Forgetting to hear this, I heard Mo Tong's joke, I didn't care at all, and I didn't feel embarrassed, but I appreciated Mo Tong's honest and simple quality, and I was no longer polite at the moment, and I said it openly and frankly, and I didn't pretend to say it loudly;

"There is Lao Daoyou to protect the Dharma for my brother, wait for my brother to rest for a while, recover some mana and physical strength, and then use the Samadhi True Fire to cremate these corpses contaminated with evil poison, our trip will be completed!"

After forgetting his worries, he closed his eyes, and he couldn't even put away the seven-stringed treasure harp, it seemed that he was really tired;

"Xiaoyou is really a young and promising young man, you can breathe with peace of mind, and the evil corpse here will be handed over to Poor Dao for cremation!"

Mo Tong heard the words of forgetting worries, looked at the tired and tired closed his eyes, and was just about to open his mouth to respond, at this moment, Zhenwen's indifferent voice suddenly sounded from behind Mo Tong, and when the voice fell, when Mo Tong turned around when he heard the words, the figure like a phantom was already close at hand;

"Disciple forgets his feelings, meet the master!"

Mo Tong bowed to Zhenwen, and his indifferent words on the surface were a little uneasy, and there was some meaning of wanting to stop talking;

"No need to be polite! In the future, you must slowly learn to look at all things in heaven and earth with a normal heart!"

When Zhenwen heard this, he waved his hand lightly and took the opportunity to teach Mo Tong to correct his mentality;

"Yes, the disciple remembers the teachings of the master!"

Mo Tong bowed down, and after getting up, his eyes were as plain as water, like a thousand-year-old well, without the slightest wave;

"The Taoist is falsely praised! The younger generation's mana is low, the Taoism is shallow, and he has the heart to subdue demons and eliminate demons, but unfortunately he can't do it, so you can laugh!"

also noticed the forgetfulness of Zhenwen's arrival, and then opened his eyes, holding the seven-stringed baoqin in one hand, and reluctantly struggled to stand up, and put his other hand and fingers on his chest like a sword, bowing to Zhenwen, hoarse voice, and speaking modest words weakly;

"Xiaoyou doesn't have to be too humble, the spirit master's spirit summoning technique, you have performed a quintet in a row, so it can be seen that Xiaoyou's talent is extraordinary!"

Zhenwen did not hesitate to praise words, and seemed quite satisfied with the performance of forgetting worries;

"In this case, the younger generation will thank the Taoist for his love!"

Forget worries and still respond respectfully, modestly and politely;

"You can meditate and pranayama with peace of mind, and the rest of the little things will end up in the poor road!"

Zhenwen waved his hand noncommittally, and his tone was indifferent to forget his worries;

"Juniors obey!"

Forget the worries and bow down to receive the order, then turn around and carefully, put the seven-stringed baoqin into the wooden box and put it away, then hold the wooden box and walk aside, close the tired eyes again, and meditate and breathe quietly;

Later, the teacher will perform the Samadhi True Fire Technique, and you need to memorize the proverbs mantra and the finger seal!"

Zhenwen turned to face the corpses all over the ground, and instructed Mo Tong without looking back;

"Yes, the disciple obeys the order, and he should do his best to live up to the teachings and expectations of the master!"

When Mo Tong heard this, he hurriedly bowed down in response, and at the same time tried to widen his eyes, carefully staring at Zhenwen's every move, as if he was afraid that he had missed something;

"Look!"

Zhenwen greeted softly, and without waiting for Mo Tong to respond, he seemed to raise his arms slowly, his hands were in the shape of sword fingers, and he drew a Tai Chi starting gesture in the void, and then pointed to the lotus flower, along the mysterious and unpredictable trajectory, dancing into a complex and incomprehensible phantom, full of vicissitudes of life in a voice reciting proverbs and incantations;

"Self-cultivation and fire-raising!The heart is the king's fire!The kidney's is the fire!The air is the sea and the people's fire!The heart of the heavenly master!Condense the samadhi!The true fire is coming!Punish the evil and destroy the demons!Be as urgent as the law!The edict!The order!The true fire of the samadhi!Present!"

Purple, white, gold, and three-colored flames quietly appeared, as if from the ethereal nothingness, with Zhenwen's movements, like a fire dragon dressed in dazzling light, churning and swimming in the void, shaking its head and tail for a while, and then swooping down on the corpses all over the ground with teeth and claws;

"Whew!huh!~"

The moment the samadhi fire touched the corpse, it was like a torrent pouring down, with an unstoppable power, it swept and spread rapidly, and within a moment, all the corpses were wrapped in it, and the black evil poison was burned out by the raging flames, turning into a misty smoke and drifting away into nothingness;

"Do you see clearly?"

Zhenwen turned to look at Mo Tong, and his indifferent words were a little concerned;

"Thank you Master for teaching the Fa, the disciple barely wrote it down, but I just think it is obscure, but the disciple will practice diligently in the future!"

When Mo Tong heard Zhenwen's inquiry, he bowed down and replied softly, with shame in his words;

"Yes, is the injury better?"

Zhenwen spoke of encouragement and asked about Mo Tong's injuries;

"There is a memory of Master Lao, after the disciple took the pill given by the master, now the injury has been healed, but the mana has not yet recovered!"

When Mo Tong heard this, he was moved in his heart, and bowed respectfully again to reply;

"That's fine! I'll rest here tonight, and I'll leave tomorrow morning!"

Zhenwen looked at the gradually extinguished samadhi true fire, chose a place without any scruples, sat cross-legged on the spot, looked up at the dazzling starry sky, and still commanded softly in an indifferent tone;

"Yes!

Mo Tong bowed down, although Zhenwen repeatedly told him not to care too much about red tape and secular etiquette, but he still did the same, because in his opinion, this is the only way he can express respect and love to Zhenwen at present;

The three of them are all cultivators, they can bear three or five meals without eating, they sit cross-legged, meditate on cultivation or pranayama to heal, and they don't say anything all night, until the sky is slightly bright, and the rising sun reveals a sharp corner, reflecting the clouds and mist on the horizon, and the three of them open their eyes and stand up. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info (To be continued.) )