After taking over the Qiankun Reincarnation Plate, Guan Mingyu thanked the two monks again, and spent another night in Tianyin Temple before turning around and walking down the mountain.

The morning bell rang again, echoing in every corner of Mount Meru, melodious, waking people up from dreams, but there is a taste that can take people away from the mundane world.

Outside the silent meditation room of the small Tianyin Temple on the top of Mount Meru, there was a knock on the door. Venerable Puhong raised his eyebrows, then shook his head slightly, sighed, and said, "Is it the Faxiang, come in!"

Fa Ying entered, walked over and saluted Master Puhong, and finally spoke, "Master, the disciple is here." ”

Seeing that he was silent, the Puhong Divine Monk shook his head and sighed, "Are you here for that strange treasure Qiankun reincarnation disk?"

Fa Xiang looked solemn and nodded: "Exactly." Master, my Tianyin Temple is now in a great disaster, the wordless jade is damaged under the thunderstorm, and there is Uncle Puzhi to go to the immortals, the Great Compassion Golden Wheel is injured in the hands of the beast demon, and all the gods and monks also died a lot in the battle of Qingyun Mountain a month ago. Now, this Qiankun reincarnation disk has also been lent out, and Senior Brother Guan has not even explained. Disciple...... The disciple was uneasy. If this reincarnation disk is lost, how can I protect the Dharma in Tianyin Temple?"

He knelt down and bowed earnestly.

Monk Puhong sighed, saw that the Fa Xiang respectfully kowtowed three times, and then raised his eyes to look at himself. After a long time, he spoke: "You, everything is good, but you think too much." You are a compassionate person, although the wordless jade damage was mentioned by you to save Zhang Shizhu, but in the end it was the teacher who made the decision, and you can't blame it. You don't need to blame yourself, you just need to practice well and take over the burden of being a teacher. ”

Seeing that Fa Xiang was silent, he asked, "Fa Xiang, do you know what Master Guan's nephew borrowed that Qiankun Reincarnation Disk for?"

"For what?" Fa Xiang looked up at him with a blank expression.

Puhong Divine Monk shook his head: "Ten years ago, on Qingyun Mountain, he used a knife, but he was suppressed by the Heavenly Tribulation. In Huqi Mountain, which he has been in for half a year, he is even more against the sky, but his supernatural powers are invincible to the number of days, even if he joins forces with the Ghost King Sect, he is still defeated by the number of days. In the past ten years, except for bringing the people of the Demon Sect back to the mountain, there have only been five swords. The three times were for the fellow junior sister, and the remaining two were for Baguio, who fell under the sword of Zhuxian ten years ago. ”

"You say, what does he want this Qiankun reincarnation disk for?"

Fa Xiang Huo Ran woke up and said in a low voice: "Is it for, Baguio?"

Monk Puhong nodded: "Only Baguio makes sense." ”

Fa Xiang looked excited, and said quickly: "Master, he went against the sky twice, but both of them were in vain. The power of heavenly punishment is something we only saw with our own eyes a few days ago. With the power of heaven and earth, even our Tianyin Temple tried its best to fail miserably, and all the senior uncles were greatly hurt by this. With such a fiasco as inevitaliably, why do you still offer the Qiankun Reincarnation Plate?"

Monk Puhong shook his head: "Idiot, if you think like this, you are moving the vows of anger, which is not conducive to the practice of Buddhism. ”

He clasped his hands together, stirred the prayer beads and said, "The power of heavenly punishment is unimaginable. But the power of this Guan teacher and nephew has also exceeded our imagination. In the battle against the sky in Huqi Mountain, Lao Wei was not far away and happened to see him. With that kind of power, except for the Zhuxian Sword Formation that fought with the Beast God, Lao Qu really couldn't imagine what else had such miraculous power. ”

"Since he does it again, he will definitely not be in such a hurry as the previous time, and he will gather all the power in his hands to act, and our Qiankun Reincarnation Disk is one of them. ”

He said in a low voice: "Since it is to save Baguio, then no matter what, we will lend out the Qiankun Reincarnation Disk, which can be regarded as an explanation to that Zhang Shizhu." From today on, we really don't owe him anything, and this lifelong fate and enmity will be paid off today. ”

Only then did the Fa Xiang come to his senses: "Even if that's the case, then it's okay to lend it out." He suddenly raised his head and clasped his palms together: "Master, do you think he can succeed this time?"

Monk Puhong raised his head, looked out of the mountain with a smile, and turned his head: "Master Guan's nephew has something in his heart, so he knows that he can't do it. With his strength, with all the preparations, and with the full help of the Ghost King Sect, he should have a chance to bring back the soul of Miss Baguio. If we can succeed, it will be a blessing for the common people, I have been practicing for hundreds of years, and I finally have the opportunity to see the real resurrection of the dead. ”

He sighed and said, "How can I let go of my junior brother's last wish? I not only want to repay the favor of the benefactor, but also want to witness a new era." ”

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From Heyang City to the south, you can see the miserable desolate scenery everywhere, thousands of miles of uninhabited, no sound in a hundred villages, all of which are often encountered. Ruins and ruined towns abound, and above the wilderness, the wind and smoke are bleak, and the prosperous places of the past are now all bleak scenes.

In this wilderness road, mixed with the crowd returning to the south, a bamboo pole hung with a white cloth with the words "Immortal Guidance", but the original white has long been dyed black and white, and there are still a few holes at a glance. Under the cool breeze, the hole is waving in the wind, which is even more depressed.

Zhou Xian, Xiaohuan, and Wild Dog Daoren walked among the trekking crowd. Out of fear of misunderstanding, the wild dog Taoist put on a veil, Zhou Zhou Xian hung his head or chattered, but Xiaohuan was like a fairy in the world, often smiling, saving the people around him.

Along the way, the wind and dust are served, and by the side of the compassionate Xiaohuan, the wild dog Taoist is also happy. But the three of them were not immortals after all, and the food had run out, so the three of them had to leave the crowd and walk towards the mountains and forests.

After Zhou Xian was confused for a while, the Wild Dog Daoist went to look for food. But when he turned around, Zhou Zhou Xian and Xiaohuan were gone. In the loss of heart, the wild dog Dao man looked like crazy, but when he heard a beast roar, his muscles trembled slightly, and he roared, and the whole person rushed into the howl in the depths of the dense forest.

The wild dog Taoist fanged magic weapon in his hand, his face was nervous, but after a moment's effort, his shoulders were dark red, and it seemed that the color had been hung. But in front of him, there were two beast demons with huge bodies, tiger-headed and lion-like bodies, and one person was tall. Although he was not the opponent of the beast demon, he was ignoring it at the moment, hugging the dead beast demon to death. By the time everyone stoned the beast demon to death, the wild dog Daoist had already lost his breath.

Xiaohuan's lips trembled slightly, her eyes were full of tears, and she began to cry. Zhou Xian also sighed, and after the people in the beast demon den left, they went back, and they reluctantly moved the body of the wild dog Taoist out of the beast demon den and placed it in the open space that had just entered the mountain forest.

Just as the Wild Dog Daoist rushed into the dense forest, a white light suddenly lit up on the dark sky, galloping from the north, crossing the sky, and flying to the south like a meteor. But after seeing the wild dog Taoist, he hesitated for a moment, shook his head and sighed. The body was like a ghost and walked in the direction of Xiaohuan and a few people.

At this time, Xiaohuan had stopped crying, and after wiping away the tears on her face, she found a wooden stick to clean up beside the wild dog Taoist, swept a group of dead leaves and scattered branches out of a circle with a radius of about five feet, and walked back with a resolute face.

After the two quarreled, Xiaohuan made up his mind, set up a magic circle, and prepared to collect his soul. In the woods, it was the middle of the night, and the yin air was in full swing.

A drop of blood dripped from the cut on Xiaohuan's white arm, and slowly fell beside the wild dog Taoist, and the small surrounded the wild dog Taoist, dripping down next to the wild dog Taoist with her own blood, watching her wrist slowly shake, the dripping blood slowly formed a strange pattern on the ground.

In the dense forest, as the blood-red pattern gradually took shape, the faint sound of ghosts began to cry. The blood array she set up was obviously somewhat similar to the one when the Great Wizard of Huqi Mountain rescued Baguio that day, but it was much smaller.

Xiao Huan's face was pale, and he smiled at Zhou Xian a little weakly, and then slowly sat down at the top of the formation, that is, three feet in front of the head of the Wild Dog Dao Man.

In the secluded and dense forest, Huo Ran let out a ghost roar out of thin air, and in an instant, the entire forest roared again and again, and the yin qi swept overwhelmed. The cloudy wind gusted in from all directions, blowing the surrounding trees to sway. Xiaohuan's face was solemn, he slowly closed his eyes, a pair of white hands were clasped on his chest, and he chanted a mysterious incantation in a low voice, and after a while, his slender palms spread out on his chest and slowly put them into the pool of blood pattern in front of him.

The blood pattern surrounding the body of the Wild Dog Daoist suddenly lit up in an instant, and all the blood seemed to suddenly come to life and began to circulate in the pattern. But at this time, countless yin spirits seemed to smell the most delicious delicacy, and the yin wind surrounded them, and even Xiaohuan's eyes flashed a trace of black.

For a while, countless looming black qi rushed towards Xiao Huan, and the pain on Xiao Huan's face became heavier and heavier, and his face was almost completely shrouded in black qi.

But at this moment, Xiao Huan's face full of black gas suddenly became happy, and the right hand that was originally immersed in the blood pool magic circle suddenly stretched out, grabbed it in the air, and then hurriedly put down and grabbed the right hand of the wild dog Taoist. Immediately after that, she also stretched out her left hand from the pool of blood, and when she grabbed the void, suddenly, the ghosts and ghosts in the sky roared loudly, and they all seemed to fall into an irrepressible rage, and the ghostly aura was like iron, and in an instant, black qi shrouded in, surrounding Xiaohuan's body.

After some struggle, she was never able to save the wild dog Taoist. Mr. Ghost finally appeared, and with a wave of his hand, a black thing came out, and a red light lit up from above the circle, enveloping Xiaohuan's body.

She finally grabbed the hand of the Wild Dog Daoist and grabbed the arm of the Wild Dog Daoist.

Then she went limp, and fainted.

When she woke up, she had a conversation and worshipped Mr. Ghost as her teacher. At this time, Mr. Ghost stared at Xiaohuan for a long time, suddenly shook his head and sighed, and said in a low voice: "I counted you tonight, but we have only met twice, and we actually ...... If you have a chance to succeed in your cultivation, if you have a chance...... he looked up at the sky and said, "You can help me save someone!"

Xiaohuan was stunned for a moment and said, "Save people, who?"

Mr. Ghost shook his head silently, seemed to smile bitterly, and said, "I'll talk about it in the future." Then he shook his body, and the black figure shot out like a ghost, and disappeared into the shadows of the jungle in an instant.

Xiaohuan couldn't breathe, watched him disappear into the dense forest, and muttered to himself: "Save people, who to save?"

As soon as the words fell, a figure fell from the sky, dressed in a cyan robe, and his voice was calm and sharp: "Save Baguio." ”