"You've encountered a bottleneck in your cultivation, right?" After listening to Jingli's plan, he asked out loud, saw Jingli nodded, and continued, "I probably guessed when I saw you today, whether it is Buddhist cultivation or Taoist cultivation, experience is essential, every cultivator has experienced countless experiences on the edge of life and death before he has an understanding, you prepare again, and after I restore this ring, I will send you away, you are a Taoist cultivator, you really shouldn't stay in Buddhism all day long." ”

Jingli nodded gratefully, she was going to hurry up and practice these simple spells again tomorrow. Although no matter what kind of monk is in the Buddha and Demon Path, everyone should be reluctant to commit murder, because once the cultivation reaches a high level, no matter what kind of monk it is, it will face a test of state of mind, but once it involves a conflict of interest, these become no longer important. The most important thing is that for the monks who are struggling at the bottom, if they can break through, what is the big deal about killing one or two people, after all, the so-called inner demons need to be considered only after the knot. Especially since she still has a magic weapon that does not belong to her cultivation level, she must be even more careful.

The plan could not keep up with the change, and early the next morning, when she saw Wu Wu who was climbing on the roof and holding a hammer to repair the house, she carefully hid back in her room. The roof was accidentally broken when she was practicing water spells, and she couldn't control her skills at that time, and the water that rushed out suddenly condensed into ice, and then the tiles that were stained with water condensed into ice, and then ...... Shattered. And the parts that she accidentally burned, and the dead pillars that were entangled in the vines she spawned, and the stones that were hung by the wind...... No excuse, sister, I'm sorry for you.

Because he was worried that he would also be dragged out to repair the house together, Jingli planned to practice in the house. She sat cross-legged, and after pranayama, she guided her spiritual power to wander throughout her body, and looked at the unchanged dantian, she stopped cultivating. Stretching out her right hand, with a whirl, a ball of fire jumped out of her palm, and with her left hand, another ball of water appeared on the palm of her hand, and she was engrossed in pushing the flame and the ball of water towards the middle, gradually approaching until the two balls touched each other, hissing and white vapor from the place of contact. Fire and water are fighting, who wins?

Soon the flame and the water ball were separated, and then the flame changed from a large fire to a small flame, and the water ball also broke down into tiny water droplets, and then quickly condensed into ice, and the two slowly approached again......

It's a game she's been obsessed with lately, and it seems to help her practice using spells better. So for the whole day, she indulged in her own little game, dividing the water balls and fireballs into tens, hundreds, thousands...... It wasn't until her spiritual power was consumed by herself that she stopped and resumed pranayama and meditated. After doing this a few times, I just felt refreshed and full of energy.

After locking herself in the house for a few days, Jingli finally found that the yard was gone, and the yard with thousands of holes destroyed by her had also been restored to its former appearance, so she finally walked out with peace of mind and began to practice the technique of making vines climb all over the yard.

Seeing that the cleaned yard was destroyed again, Wuzhi cried with a sad face, held an axe and began to follow Jingli around, every time a crazy vine appeared, he followed to cut one, and the two of them planted and cut one by one, neither spoke to each other, but they were very happy.

After Jingli used up all the seeds that Qianyu gave her, she finally practiced the wood wrapping technique, and Wuzhen also said goodbye to the days of holding an axe every day, and ushered in the time for the two to say goodbye.

Jingli looked at the ring that gradually disappeared on his finger, and looked up at the void in surprise. After she put it on, it disappeared from her sight, but she could still feel its presence.

"The original formation of this ring has been destroyed, I have re-engraved one, and hidden its treasure, so that even if you don't deliberately explore it in the Yuan Infant Period, you can't find it, you can take it with confidence." This ring is very special, originally he didn't find that Jingli was carrying this thing, but this time when he came back, he could feel the treasure emanating from this ring, it seemed that it was originally sealed, but it was re-triggered for some reason, so he discovered the existence of such a thing. Since Jingli's master is a person from the spirit realm, it is not surprising that she has something left for her. It's just that this storage ring seems to have been damaged for some reason, resulting in the ring completely unable to cover the treasure of the things inside, if she walks out like this, I'm afraid she will be killed and robbed of the treasure just after leaving Mount Meru. He re-engraved the formation on the ring, covering up the aura of the things inside, and added another hidden array to be reassured. After all, for the little monk who practices qi, a storage ring, whether there is something good in the ring or not, the ring itself is worth grabbing.

Jingli looked inside some rings and found that there was no change in the slightest, so she was even more grateful and thanked him again and again. But he just waved his hand, unimpressed, and asked, "When does Miss Jingli plan to leave?" ”

"In three days." She thought that she should say goodbye to Wuxuan, and Huiyuan, I don't know if there will be a chance to see him.

Imu nodded and said, "Three days later, the poor monk sent the Jingli girl away. ”

"Master Void, that, I don't know what happened to the Huiyuan who came with me back then?" Jingli still decided to ask. If she wants to find Huiyuan, it is better to ask the void faster. Itsuki lowered his head and thought about it, and promised to arrange it for her, but he didn't know if Huiyuan was in the mountains now, so he didn't dare to guarantee it, but Jingli was already very grateful.

She didn't know when she would be able to see the two of them again, the three of them who came together from the prefecture-level realm always had some special feelings, especially Huiyuan had a relationship with the master.

I don't know if it's because Huiyuan is not in the mountains, and Jingli didn't wait for him to appear until the morning when he was about to leave. She put everything into the ring, walked out of the door where she had lived for many years, and looked back with a faint nostalgia. Just like the Taoist temple where she has lived with her master for many years, the thatched hut at the foot of Luofeng Mountain, this house, probably she will not have a chance to come back.

Jingli walked around the house and was about to walk to the void room, when she suddenly stopped. She subconsciously hugged her arm, her back arched slightly, and her hairs stood up one by one, which was a subconscious reaction to danger. How could there be danger here, she resisted the heavy murderous aura pressing on her, raised her head, and looked in the direction where this pressure came from.

Itsuki was standing quietly at the door of the room, her face was like frost, an indifferent expression she had never seen before. He stood straight, with his hands behind his back, staring in a certain direction and not knowing what he was looking at. Jingli tried to control her body's reaction to escape, carefully looking around the void, but she didn't see anyone else or anything at all. What happened? She has always had a soft glow, which is the closeness and trust that most Buddhist cultivators will have, and it is the first time she knows that the original monk can also exude such an obvious bloody aura.