The fog rose and fell, as if somersaulting, and the overly exaggerated thick vines, like a forest worm, followed the dense fog and gradually merged into the night.

All that was left was the bright red wedding dress, which could still be faintly seen in the distance.

Su Hanjing looked at this scene and couldn't help muttering in his heart.

The girl's body only got half of the human skin of "Aya", which lasted three years, and there was such a method, and I don't know if this is because the ancient scriptures that "Aya" cultivated during her lifetime are too amazing, or because of the profound cultivation of "Aya".

Immediately, Su Hanjing turned around and closed the door of the meditation room.

I was about to let the clone come out so that I could continue my previous practice, but suddenly I found that there was something more in this meditation room.

Only then did he remember that he had accepted a "blood ghost" as an apology, because this "blood ghost" was just an excuse he used to drive people away, so he forgot about this effort to turn his head.

Su Hanjing looked over, and the "blood ghost" that was only the size of his finger hurriedly bowed: "Xiao Qian has seen the old abbot." ”

Although he is small, he has a gentle demeanor.

Su Hanjing couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw that this "blood ghost" was like a small jasper, so he asked, "Do you remember what happened when you were alive?" ”

Because in the memories left by the old monk, the "blood ghost" usually does not have the slightest reason, only a little instinct like a beast in the mountains.

I saw her trembling just now, and I didn't see anything, but after a closer look at it now, I found that this "blood ghost" who called herself "Xiao Qian" not only had eyes that were not only bright, but also like a living girl, with dark eyes and faintly translucent.

"It is precisely because of this that grandma wants to send Xiaoqian to the abbot." The finger-sized "blood ghost" said softly, her voice was clear, but it sounded good.

Just talking, it is like a person playing beautiful music, eloquent, this voice is really God's face.

It's just that Su Hanjing didn't have time to carefully appreciate this pleasant voice.

Grandmother? Xiaoqian? Plus such a cursed temple, good fellow, this is Qi alive!

Just wait for the day when this Fangwai Temple is deserted, renamed Lanruo Temple, and then get together a down-and-out scholar named Ning Caichen, and you can start the show!

Su Hanjing was slandered in his heart, so he said: "Since you have memories before your death, it is inappropriate to call you by the word Xiaoqian, you should call back to your original name." ”

But when the finger-sized "blood ghost" heard this, he showed a look of embarrassment: "However, before Xiao Qian's death, she was called Xiao Qian. ”

Su Hanjing glanced at her, then thought about it, and asked, "Then what's your surname?" ”

"Xiao Qian's surname is Nie."

“……”

The corners of Su Hanjing's mouth twitched, and he said without hesitation: "In the future, you will be called Yuanzhen, and you can be regarded as a disciple of the old monk." ”

"Huh? Round? ”

When the finger-sized "blood ghost" heard this, the whole person was stunned.

"What? You don't want to? Su Hanjing looked down at her, his gaze was a little unkind, a demon still dared to object?

If it weren't for the fact that there were a lot of weirdness in this "blood ghost", Su Hanjing would have urged the immortal path mana to go down with one palm, and the "blood ghost" would have been scattered.

What's not good to call, I have to call Nie Xiaoqian. If there is an old demon in Montenegro in the future, whose pot is it?

This finger-sized "blood ghost" was frightened by Su Hanjing's gaze, so he hurriedly folded his hands: "Disciple Yuanzhen, I have seen Master." ”

"Hmm." Su Hanjing nodded slightly, "You go find a place to stay by yourself, don't scare the pilgrims who come to the temple to worship the Buddha during the day." ”

"Yes, Master."

The finger-sized "blood ghost" answered, and immediately came out through the wall.

Only then did Su Hanjing stretch out his palm, spread his five fingers, and under the call in his heart, the Xuanzhu bead emerged.

Then, the doppelganger, with long hair reaching to his waist and his face hanging his head, quietly appeared behind Su Hanjing, his ten fingers swinging, and suddenly made a sound like the collision of gold and iron.

Su Hanjing's eyes closed, and his consciousness split into two.

Half of it came to the doppelganger, and then controlled the doppelganger to go to the meditation room next door, and continued to run the practice route of the Abandonment of the Human Sutra, so as to increase his immortal mana.

The clone will not feel tired, so naturally let him work day and night, racing against time to cultivate!

If it weren't for the sudden arrival of the "grandma" just now, who kept cursing outside the meditation room, this abandoned person scripture clone would still be practicing now.

However, Su Hanjing did not cultivate, and he continued to sort out the unfinished information before.

In addition to the two realms of cultivation and the Heavenly Court Longevity, Su Hanjing also learned some things about the ancient scriptures.

As he had guessed before.

It turns out that every ancient scripture, within 300 years, can only allow one person to succeed in cultivation.

When someone relies on a certain volume of ancient scriptures to cultivate the realm of immortals, then the text patterns on that ancient scripture will disappear with it, and it will not be reproduced until three hundred years later.

Although during this period, if others read that ancient scripture again, they can still present the text of that ancient book in their minds, but they are destined to fail to complete it.

Because the bearer of each ancient book is not an ordinary thing.

It is possible to accumulate a wonderful substance.

This wonderful substance is indispensable for everyone who wants to become an immortal.

And this wonderful substance is not exactly the same, the difference is that the ancient scriptures of immortals, the wonderful substances accumulated are all different.

"But the one named Aya, after cultivating that ancient scripture, it only took a little time for that ancient scripture to recover."

"This should be one of the reasons why the cloth guest put the ancient scriptures in the Fangwai Temple."

"It's really miserable to be an old monk, obviously I've seen immortals, but I don't know the concept of immortals, and I always thought that I had never met immortals."

Su Hanjing couldn't help but feel a little sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox in his heart.

After all, his current body is an old monk.

"I don't know how many years it will take before I can use the immortal mana of the Abandonment Sutra to bring this body back to the way it was when I was young. In the cultivation world, he often said to people that the old monk of the Fangwai Temple was his best friend, but he didn't tell his identity from beginning to end, and he couldn't help the old monk! ”

Su Hanjing remembered what the "grandma" said at the time, and couldn't help but wonder if the "clothed guest" was like him, and he also crossed over.

Insert a knife in both ribs, and only insert a friend's two ribs.

At that moment, there was a sound of footsteps, and then a few moments later there was a knock on the door outside the house.

"Abbot."

It was the voice of the little monk.

"Come in!" Su Hanjing retracted his thoughts, and he looked at the door expressionlessly.

The door was pushed open.

A young monk walked in with a bowl of steaming white porridge.

Put down the porridge, the little monk should have retreated immediately, because it was like this in the past, but at this time, the little monk not only did not leave, but looked at Su Hanjing directly.

"What's the matter?" Su Hanjing glanced at him and asked.

"No, it's fine." The little monk hurriedly shook his head, and then said as if reminded: "Abbot, you drink this porridge while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold." ”

When Su Hanjing heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, and the chopsticks he had just picked up were immediately put down, and then he took a closer look, and with a flick of his sleeves, he knocked over the bowl of porridge.

Suddenly, wisps of black smoke were seen coming out of the porridge water.

"It's ...... A mouthful of water mangweed poison that can kill people? Su Hanjing had the memory of nearly four hundred years of being an old monk, so he immediately recognized what kind of poison it was.

Then he looked at the little monk.