The dragon girl yawned and her eyes began to fight.

Mo Xin said: "The female donor also tossed for a night, let's rest for a while."

The firmament also said: "Little demon, you have a good rest, I will send the master."

In fact, the sky said that the second half of the sentence Dragon Girl had already heard plausible, and Xuanxi replied smoothly when she heard her voice: "Hmm..."

When the indifferent monk and the firmament walked out of the room, they saw the gatekeepers standing on one side, and the three of them used their whole body spiritual power to maintain the formation with difficulty.

The indifferent monk said, "Why are you three still here?"

"Master, didn't you let him set up a formation?" The firmament reminded.

Mo Xin glanced at the firmament with his innocent little eyes, and he looked at the three monks who were trying to maintain the formation, and he felt guilty for a while, he seemed to have forgotten this completely.

Mo Xin walked to Xuanxi's bedside originally wanted to use mana to drive away these dead spirits as before, just as he wrapped the "such Bodhi" passed down from generation to generation in Moqing Temple around his hand to drive away the dead spirits for the female Bodhisattva, suddenly a red light appeared on the female Bodhisattva's arm, this red light was like a raging flame.

"What's going on?"

Monk Moxin didn't know why he had such a vision, there were no relevant signs of the creatures who had entered this city of the dead before, and Moxin saw that the flames on the female bodhisattva's arm had the tendency to expand outward.

Moxin didn't dare to have doubts in his heart, and the monk Moxin put "such a Bodhi" on the flame of Xuanxi's arm and silently recited the inscription of demon subjugation, so as to suppress this strange "flame" a little and prevent it from spreading throughout the body.

This fire is not fire, it does not have the temperature of a flame, but it burns the soul.

Fortunately, with the blessing of "such a Bodhi", Moxin, a soul who had lived for more than 3,000 years, was almost swallowed by this flame, although he had been looking forward to it for thousands of years.

Mo Xin shook his head and said, "Okay, let's put the array away."

The three monks were relieved to hear the abbot's words.

The three monks had lasted for such a long time, and their spiritual power had been exhausted.

But when the three of them heard the tone of the indifferent monk's voice, they didn't seem to remember such a thing at all.

The third of them used all his cultivation to barely maintain this formation.

Mokong gasped and said, "Abbot Moxin, didn't you forget the three of us, right?"

Not only did the three monks think so, but even the firmament was the same, and between these indifferent words, it was clear that the three people who were in the formation outside had forgotten about it.

Mo Xin said: "Isn't this coming out to let you end the battle? Okay, let's go."

Desert empty, desert and desert are looking at each other and shaking their heads.

Indifferently said: "Eh, what are you three looking at, don't you go quickly."

"Master don't hurry away". Before he could take a step, he was stopped by the firmament.

Mo Xin looked puzzled and said, "What else is the donor's business?"

Firmament said: "Master... There is an enchantment outside this courtyard."

Mo Xin said: "Oh, it turns out that the donor wants this." Mo Xin took out the bone whistle from his bosom and said.

"The master is right, this is it"

"Then take it, this was originally meant to be given to you, if you are in any danger in the Moqing Temple, you can blow this bone whistle, and with it, you can come and go as you like in this temple."

After speaking, Mo Xin took the three monks out of the Living Soul Garden.

The four monks left the Living Soul Garden and went to the council room.

"Mo Zuo, notify all the monks in the ten directions to the council hall.

By the time all the monks had gathered, nearly two hours had passed.

At this time, there are always 10 monks in the chamber of Moqing Temple, these 10 monks are sitting on the ground in all directions, each in the east and west, north and south, southeast, southwest, northeast, northwest, up and down, each side is aimed at the ten shouent beings, and the indifference and the desert space sit in the center of the eight people, and the two sit with their backs.

Mo Xin said: "Amitabha, there is an important announcement to bring everyone together today."

Among them, the monk in the west said: "Indifferent presiding, our ten monks have not been together at the same time for nearly two thousand years, and there must be something big happening when we gather together at the same time today, so don't hang my appetite."

Mo Xin said: "You old monk, you are still so anxious, you have been a ghost for thousands of years and have not been able to wear out your anxious heart."

The old monk said: "We have been trapped in this Desert Light Temple for more than 3,000 years, how can you still have a chance to go out of the Desert Light Temple once a year, which makes my heart naturally anxious and prosperous."

Other monks also echoed the western monk and said, "Yes, host, we are waiting for a long time."

"Monk, although I can go out of the Moqing Temple once a year, but the trip is not wonderful."

Mo Xin paused for a moment and said: "Okay, everyone, Mo Xin naturally knows everyone's desire to be liberated, and which of the ten of us doesn't want to leave this Mo Qing Temple."

"Amitabha, you should tell everyone about the desert sky."

Mokong said: "Yes, host, Amitabha, everyone, yesterday Mo Xin presided over the Golden Desert and attracted two people, no, it is two souls, living souls." ”

The monk seated in the east said, "Isn't it every year at this time that the host will introduce the soul? ”

Mo Kong said: "Yes, it is true that the host will introduce the soul every year, but this year, one of these two souls will not invade, and one will gather souls to absorb souls, and the arms of the soul gatherers will faintly show the face of the beginning of heaven and earth."

Mo Kong just said a little, and he was speechless at the beginning.

"The first face, is it the first face? Desert Forest: Does this mean that we are almost gone? It's been more than 3,000 years, and I've finally arrived, I'm so excited, I've been waiting, I've finally arrived."

"Really, Mosha? Can we leave this world? ”

……

"You say, are these monks crazy, and they can still be so happy when their souls are scattered?" The woman looked at the man in front of her with a puzzled expression.

The man said, "I don't know? ”

At this time, the two people who spoke were Long Xuanxi and the firmament, and as soon as the dragon girl walked, she heard the monk say: "Are we going to be scattered, I'm so excited", these monks' conversations can be heard by the dragon girl is a black line, I have never seen a soul that can be so happy when the soul is flying away.

Originally, after Mo Xin took the three monks out of the courtyard in the morning, the firmament planned to guard Xuanxi to avoid any more accidents, but Long Xuanxi woke up after resting for less than two hours, and as soon as he woke up, he had to pull the firmament to find the "little monk", and asked clearly what he said, if it wasn't for the firmament to sit on the stool and eat something according to Xuanxi, I am afraid that this dragon girl doesn't know how long she hasn't used food.

Xuanxi said: "You don't know, so you have to listen to it?" This little monk has been strange since he was in the Golden Desert, and there must be a ghost."

Firmament nodded and said, "Well, you're not wrong, there are ghosts, and it seems that there are quite a few."

Mo Xin looked at the monks who were usually listless, and they were so excited with a trance, and suddenly felt that they had returned to the scene when they had just entered this illusion, at that time their 10 monks were the highest monks in the major monasteries at that time, and for some reason the sky was raging, and the world was full of mourning and corpses, piles of white bones, and the whole world was full of unjust souls, and there was no distinction between people and ghosts.

At that time, there was a saying in the world: "There is no one to collect a hundred ghosts in the world, new ghosts are annoyed and the old ghosts are crying, the living and dead have no place to return, and the sky is cloudy and rainy, and the wet sound is chirping."

Originally, they 10 monks came from the country of the ten directions, and they were also the top of the cultivation circles in their respective countries, although they were monks, they ate a hundred family meals, and were supported by the world, although they were outsiders but the world needed them in difficulty, they were duty-bound, so they joined forces with 10 people to bring all the souls of the world to this illusion, and now I think about it as if I am in another world.

Mo Xin said: "Okay, everyone, although it is very likely that the mark is the Yellow Spring Mark, it is not completely certain now, so we still need to verify it."

As soon as Mo Xin's words came out, the monks who were originally discussing excitedly quieted down for a moment.

Mo Xin knew in his heart that everyone had been trapped in this undead illusion for more than three thousand years, and nothing else was of interest, and only this Yellow Spring Mark could make their emotions fluctuate.

Mo Kong said: "Don't be discouraged, these days every year for thousands of years have been receiving souls, and there are many souls received today, but there is no one like these two donors, they are very likely to be the people we have been looking for, so the indifferent host specially gathered everyone together to think of a countermeasure."

The two people who were listening to the corner outside the door, especially the dragon girl, became more and more puzzled the more they listened.

The dragon girl said: "Firmament, what do you mean by these monks?" ”

"Well..., it seems to mean that these monks have been looking for us for thousands of years—most likely that's what it means."

"What do you want us to do?"

Firmament put his hand behind his back and his index finger to draw a circle back and forth: "Well, I'm afraid you have to ask Master Moxin this question?" ”

Firmament listened to the conversation of the monks and then recalled the faintly black and red marks on the little goblin's arm, he could basically conclude that these monks must be looking for this little goblin, otherwise how could it be explained by such a coincidence? According to this statement, it is understandable to find this little goblin, after all, the little goblin has the Huangquan mark of the first face on his hand, but why is this looking for him, and he is not him originally.

The dragon maiden asked the firmament, "Indifference—Master?" The dragon girl looked at the firmament with a puzzled expression and said, "Why are you called the little monk master?" ”

Realizing that he might have missed again, the firmament hurriedly said, "Isn't this amnesia, didn't I call it that before?" ”

"Yes, forget that you are a patient with amnesia".

The dragon girl said: "But it's better for you to call the little master or the little monk." ”

"Oh, it turned out to be called Little Master."

"What Yellow Spring mark did the monk mention just now? What is that? ”

The firmament was stunned for a moment and said, "You don't know? ”

"Why do you have such an expression, should I know?"

Firmament heart said: "This little goblin doesn't even know that he has a seal on his body? ”

"The Yellow Springs Mark is a long story, let's go back to the yard first".

"Okay to go back", Xuanxi said again: "Let's listen to what these monks are plotting to go back."

The two continued to eavesdrop on the door and eavesdrop on the monks' conversations, after all, there are indeed many secrets in the place, and so far the two of them have not figured out how to pass this second level and how to break it.

The monk in the southwest corner said, "What way? ”