Fu Wenxi touched his chest, not angry, this is a small wildflower, no, weeds......

I can't be angry with her.

"Although I am a poor person, I like to eat meat and not grass. Fu Wenxi said directly.

The little wildflower hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, then you sit down and sit cross-legged on the ground—"

"Oh oh......" Fu Wenxi nodded, and immediately sat down next to her and crossed his knees.

In an instant, there were slender vines wrapped around him, Fu Wenxi was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Little wildflower, what are you going to do, do you really want to eat me too?"

"I'd like to eat you too, so you don't have to worry about it. Little Wildflower sighed and said, "But, eat you, I don't know who will be the next person to be able to open the Blue Garden, and when will I see the light of day again?"

"So what are you doing now?" Fu Wenxi asked.

"Sinner, don't speak, concentrate—"

"Sinner, this seat makes you concentrate, do you understand?"

"Sinner...... You've entered a state of cultivation......"

Fu Wenxi was about to speak, but he was hit on his forehead by Xiao Yehua with a vine, which made him want to scold his mother again.

"Listen to me and relax...... Yes, yes, that's it, you're so vigilant, how can I enter your spiritual sense?"

Fu Wenxi closed his eyes, according to what the little wild flower said, completely relaxed, suddenly, he felt as if there was a hard light, and then, he actually saw a girl about five or six years old, with pink makeup and a silver-green skirt......

The child was very good-looking, except for the hair on his head, which was a little yellow.

Immediately, Fu Wenxi realized that this girl was actually the little wildflower......

And the last time the golden cicada helped him break the shackles of the dantian, he saw again that there were shackles in his body, and a heavy chain firmly locked his whole body.

Only the chains of the dantian have been broken, but they have not been completely worn out.

The girl transformed into a small wildflower looked around, passing through the cracks in the chains layer by layer.

"Sure enough!" Fu Wenxi heard the little wildflower let out a happy cheer and exclaimed, "Sinner, I found it, ah...... It may hurt a little, but you can bear with it. ”

Before Fu Wenxi came back to her senses, she saw that Xiao Yehua was holding a big knife in her hand, and then she held the big knife and slashed at him.

"Ah......h

"Didn't break it?" the little wildflower was also surprised, and cried out loudly, "Sinner, go on, you endure, don't call ......"

"Bang dang...... Bang dang...... Bang dang ......"

The girl who turned into a little wildflower, holding a big knife, was in Fu Wenxi's spiritual sense, constantly waving the big knife, looking at it one by one.

Finally, the originally hard shackles were probably broken with a "snap" after a long time, coupled with the violent destruction of the small wildflowers.

For a moment, Fu Wenxi only felt that his spiritual sense was relaxed, and at the same time, the depths of his spiritual consciousness were shining with golden light.

"I ...... Sinners, you ...... What's in the depths of your spiritual sense, are you planning to kill this seat?" Xiao Yehua didn't dare to delay for a moment, and quickly withdrew from Fu Wenxi's spiritual sense.

Fu Wenxi lay straight on the ground, last time, he thought that the golden cicada was very irresponsible, and he didn't know what method she used, so he burned off his dantian shackles and broke through his first layer of genetic shackles.

He thought that the little wildflower was not responsible, and it would always be better than the golden cicada.

However, the little wildflower was even more irresponsible than the golden cicada, she coaxed him to relax, and then just entered his spiritual sense, and then, with a machete, like chopping wood, slashed and slashed, and finally cut off the shackles of his spiritual sense.

The aura around him slowly nourished his internal organs, but his head still hurt in pain.

At the same time, a piece of scripture that seemed to be imprinted in the depths of his spiritual consciousness appeared—the first layer of the Heavenly Mahayana Heart Sutra.

In the depths of his spiritual consciousness, there seemed to be more scriptures in the Mahayana Heart Sutra, and he tried to read them, but he couldn't see them at all.

Fu Wenxi didn't think much about it, and was busy following the records of the Tiankui Mahayana Heart Sutra, slowly exercising his spiritual sense, so as to relieve the severe pain in his head.

He didn't know how long it took, but his meager spiritual sense seemed to gradually stabilize, with a little bright light, like a candle, flickering.

Because he has the Mahayana Heart Sutra, he knows that this is the spiritual light of spiritual consciousness.

Originally, when Xiao Yehua said it, he didn't know what spiritual sense was, anyway, she said that it was a genetic shackle, so it was always good to be able to break a layer.

Now, Fu Wenxi understands that this so-called spiritual sense, in the current popular parlance, is actually spiritual power.

It's just that ordinary people's spiritual power can't be manifested at all, and only spiritual masters can manifest spiritual power and manipulate spiritual power.

However, it seems that in their world, there are not many people who can awaken and cultivate the spirit, and among the many spiritual cultivators, there are even fewer people who have the spiritual power to become spiritual masters.

Fu Wenxi also knows that the identity of a spiritual master is very noble, and once he finds out who has this convenient talent, he will be hired by major groups or the state.

Could it be that he actually has the talent to be a spiritual teacher?

Thinking of this, Fu Wenxi sat down cross-legged on the ground, and did not open his eyes, the spiritual sense was released, the flower hoe that he threw in Jialan Garden yesterday was still there, and he tried to use his spiritual sense to move the flower hoe.

However, his spiritual sense was extremely weak, and he worked hard for a long time, that is, he moved the flower hoe, grabbed and dragged it a little, and the result was that the little wildflower was laughing unscrupulously next to him.

"I'm ......" Fu Wenxi was excited, jumped up all of a sudden, and shouted, "Little wildflower, I'...... Can you be a spiritual teacher?"

Xiao Yehua naturally knew what the spiritual master he was talking about, and couldn't help but sneer: "What kind of spiritual master, that is, the spiritual sense is slightly stronger, and now that the shackles of your spiritual sense have been broken, what's so strange?"

Although he was poured cold water, Fu Wenxi didn't care, and said with a smile: "For you, it is estimated that it is nothing unusual." ”

"What's in your spiritual sense?" suddenly Wildflower asked.

"Uh...... Wasn't that what you gave me? A scripture called the Heavenly Mahayana Heart Sutra. Fu Wenxi smiled and touched the yellow leaves of the little wildflower, and exclaimed, "Little wildflower, you are really good." ”

"That's not for you, because it's your own spiritual imprint. Little Wildflower frowned slightly and whispered.

"What?" Fu Wenxi asked puzzled, "What is the spiritual imprint?"

"It's genetics - something is seared into your spiritual consciousness, originally shackled, you don't know, but now the shackles are opened, you know. Little Wildflower explained.