It's a pity that Monk Jun is the imperial history under the throne of Emperor Longteng, if only he was a person from Taichang Temple.

Monk Jun is easier to talk to, beg him, and he will definitely agree.

Ping'an County said goodbye, and I don't know if Monk Najun has returned to Zixiao City now.

Xin Lin thought secretly.

"Just give more money for sesame oil."

Xin Lin said disapprovingly.

Murong Ziyue on the side wanted to speak and stopped.

She really wanted to remind Xin Lin that in a place like Taichang Temple, the problem could not be solved by using sesame oil money.

When Xin Lin returned to the Water Lu Gang, it was already late at night, and she had been making trouble in the Chu Mansion for a day, and she was also tired, so she fell asleep.

Xin Lin slept groggily this time, and when he got up, it was already early in the morning.

At this time, there was still some time before the opening of Taichang Temple, Xin Lin raised his qi, and the Fuxi qi in his body was very abundant.

She glanced at the ancient sword resting on the desk next to her, and thought of the aggrieved look she had when she faced the nine yin demons yesterday.

Thinking of the ghost in the blink of an eye, he forced back many of the yin and cold disdainful looks when he dropped the word "dreaming", and the trumpet Xin Lin in his body couldn't help but wave his small fist.

"I'm going to fight! I'm going to get stronger! Someday, I'm going to beat the tsundere corpse all over the ground looking for teeth. ”

The first type of ghosts and gods shined in the Zixiao Palace.

But after facing the yin, Xin Lin knew that it was far from enough for him to rely on that punch to "break the army of ghosts and gods".

She must cultivate into the second form of the Ghost God Fist as soon as possible, so that she can get more powerful kung fu from the Tsundere corpse, and in addition, she must put some effort into spiritual arts.

Xin Lin thought about it and decided to practice Xuangong in the early morning and spiritual art at night before completing the matter of the Chu Mansion.

Xin Lin also has a reason for this arrangement.

The Fuxi Qi in her body now, under normal use, can probably only be used to cultivate the first form of the Ghost God Fist a few times.

Once consumed, it will take at least a day to recover.

Only at night can a part of the Fuxi Qi be restored, and after another night, it can recover a little more on the next day.

Xin Lin rummaged through the cabinets in the room for a while, and found the puppet doll that Ghost Hu had given him earlier.

The ghost guy has been haunted recently, and even the overlord egg has disappeared with him.

Xin Lin didn't have time to ask what the use of this puppet was.

She turned the puppet over and over again, and there was no record of any cultivation method of the second type of Ghost God Fist on the puppet.

She hesitated, and poured some of the Fuxi Qi into the puppet.

The moment the pale golden Fuxi qi was injected into the puppet.

The little puppet, which was only half the size of a palm, quickly grew in size.

I saw that its facial features gradually became clearer, and its body became much taller, but in a few breaths, the puppet turned into a lifelike child.

The child was about half a head taller than Xin Lin, with knife-like eyebrows, tall and deep outlines, and a pair of blue eyes, but he was a ten-year-old ghost.

The little ghost who is about ten years old has already grown very eye-catching.

Even his expression, like the later ghost, was expressionless, and he was lame.

Xin Lin circled around the children's version of the ghost, and was so amazed that she couldn't stop itching her hands, stood on tiptoe, and pinched the little ghost's face.

"Tsk, Xiao Huhu, when you don't speak, it's much cuter than when you speak."

As soon as he pinched the little ghost, Xin Lin found that the little ghost's face was very comfortable to pinch, just like a dough.