sent Zhang Junling and Gu Qian away.

In the past few days, it has been quiet, and there have been no more incidents.

Every week, the lark will treat the girl and expel the "cold killing intent" of the spirit.

The lark's cultivation realm is improving at an unbelievable speed, Ning Yi has never seen such an amazing genius, after "twisting the fire", in just three or four months, the lark has touched the threshold of the ten realms, and it is not far from breaking through to become a great cultivator of the Destiny Star Realm.

It is worthy of the Taoist system of the King of Jizo Bodhisattva.

Buddhism has such a "genius" to lead, or it will not be long before it will rise completely.

Even if it is a big battle between the two worlds, he is fearless, and the complete Jizo Bodhisattva, even in the face of the Dragon Emperor White Emperor, has the power to fight.

This has contributed a lot to the resistance of the Great Sui world.

Lu Sheng disappeared.

Ye Changfeng passed away.

Yu Qingshui is gone.

The wreckage of Taizong burned in the "Changling Tide".

The top combat power of the Great Sui world has been suppressed and fallen badly over the years, and the battle of Tianhailou, if it weren't for the joint efforts of Shen Yuanjun and the Purple Mountain Lord, the Great Sui would not have the strength to confront the "White Emperor" head-on.

The appearance of the lark.

It is the great fortune of Buddhism and the great prosperity of the world.

......

......

But Ning Yi didn't have a way to completely immerse his mind in his cultivation.

That heart always hangs and can't be put down.

It stands to reason that with the treatment of the lark with the Divine Soul Method, the killing thoughts left by the White Emperor in the girl's soul palace will only become less and less, and the girl's body will get better and better...... But as time went by, the girl's body did not improve significantly, but became more and more sleepy and weak.

Tianqing Pond is already the best place in the world to nourish souls.

Skylark said he had done his best.

So far, we can only hope for the exit of the "Void Cloud" master.

"Mr. Ning, let's send it here. ”

Before the Tianqing Pool formation, the lark bowed, and his expression was full of self-reproach, "About Miss Pei...... When I go back, I'll go and check the scriptures again. ”

Ning Yi shook his head, he turned his head slightly, looking into the distance of the lake mist.

The girl had fallen asleep in the mansion.

"Don't blame yourself too much. Ning Yi patted the lark on the shoulder and said, "As long as you can delay the erosion of killing intent, it's a good thing." It's not far from the 'Obon', is there any news that Master Xuyun has been released?"

"Not yet. The lark shook his head and said with a smile: "But the master ancestor is not far from leaving the customs." Obon is next month, and the gates of Lingshan have been opened, and the devout followers of Dongtu will come here...... These days, there will be some grand events in Lingshan, do you want Mr. Ning to take Miss Pei to take a look?"

The realm of Lingshan is vast and rich, and there are dozens of cities included in this holy land and pure land.

Mountains, ancient cities, rivers.

It's almost a complete, self-contained world.

Compared with the "Cave Heaven" nurtured by those immortal magics, the aura, formation, living beings, and vastness of the Spirit Mountain are far superior to dozens or hundreds of times!

Ning Yi hesitated, looked back at the mansion, and smiled helplessly: "These days, I always say that I want to take her to see her, but there are twelve hours a day, and sometimes I have to sleep for ten hours." ”

The lark's eyes changed slightly.

He said softly: "There will be a grand procession next week, I will go to the 'Futu Grottoes', take out the 'Great Wish Zen Staff', and then I will go to the retreat place of the master and knock on the door, ask the master to come out, and at the same time teach me the secret book of twisting fire." ”

Obon.

The grandest festival of Buddhism.

Especially this year, the Jizo Bodhisattva twisted the fire and preached, and a living Bodhisattva belonging to the Lingshan Buddhism appeared!

This year's Obon Festival is sure to usher in an unprecedented carnival.

Ning Yi can imagine the picture of next month, according to the rules of Buddhism, the lark will use the "Zen staff" to ignite the wish fire of the Futu Ancient Cave, and rekindle the general trend of luck in Lingshan that has been silent for hundreds of years.

"Mr. Ning......"

The lark smiled gently, "Let's witness it together." ”

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......

Ning Yi watched the lark leave Tianqing Pond.

In just a few months.

He witnessed with his own eyes the Buddhist boy of Xiaoxun Temple, after twisting the fire, the great change in his temperament, the original docile as a deer, after a few months, seems to have become a lion.

"Jizo?"

Ning Yi looked at the back of the lark, and vaguely associated the young man with the huge Buddha statue in the grotto.

Jizo.

The golden tin in his hand vibrates open the gates of hell. The pearl in the palm of your hand, the light of the world.

The looming mist wrapped around the young Jizo's body, and he seemed to have broken through the Ten Realms and seemed to stop within the Ten Realms...... Even Ning Yi was a little unable to see through the lark's cultivation at this moment.

In the territory of Lingshan, the Twisted Fire Bodhisattva is almost invincible.

Because there is a blessing of will.

The combat power of the Twisting Fire Bodhisattva itself, in the same realm before Nirvana, is to sweep invincible, if the lark really breaks through the ten realms and stabilizes in the realm of the Destiny Star......

Lingshan really has one more big master.

"Maybe Mr. Song Que is right," Ning Yi muttered to himself, "It won't be long before there will be one more great Bodhisattva of Nirvana in Lingshan." ”

After Mr. Song Que left, there was still correspondence with him.

Song Yiren wrote a letter in Changbai Mountain, telling himself that he and Cinnabar were doing well, and that he was going to have a short practice with his father, and that he would return to Lingshan before the official start of Obon.

The master Shao Yun of the Daxiong Treasure Hall has weakened to the extreme...... The only motivation that sustained him to survive was to see the Lingshan Wish Fire ignited with his own eyes.

Obon!

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......

The girl slept for four whole days this time.

Forty-eight hours!

Ning Yi waited by her side, looking at the bed, and constantly deducing the girl's future with the life scroll.

Three ancient books, hovering around him.

The word scroll of "Mountain", absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, the lake of Tianqing Pond rumbles and roars, constantly roaring, sending the aura and the breath of nourishing souls to the three-zhang space of Ning Yi and the girl, forming a misty and blurred water ball.

The main body of the "life" scroll is not in Ning Yi's hands, but on Xu Qingyan's body, but it does not prevent Ning Yi from using the "power of deduction" as the sword bearer.

He wanted to break the rules and see a ray of life for the girl.

Just like Xu Qingke, he calculated the fortunes of the Great Sui and found the glimmer of hope for assassinating Taizong.

Ning Yi wants to go against the sky.

When he ran the "Life Scroll", the aura in the Sanzhang space was about to be distorted by cause and effect, and one by one the chaotic qi luck was hammered on Ning Yi's divine soul, the sea of tricks, and the physical body!

This is the big taboo.

Regarding the "future", the art of deduction can be glimpsed.

The girl's body was lifeless, gray, as if in the coffin of the wind and snow, and the heavenly machine was shielded on her, and it was impossible to calculate at all.

Ning Yi's forcible deduction would only trigger the rules of the Heavenly Dao and "punish" him.

Thunder, wind and snow, all kinds of silence, repeatedly appeared on Ning Yi.

The young man sitting in front of the girl's bed, his hair became gray, his skin became dry yellow, his chest was shriveled, and he looked decayed, but because of the existence of the "Word Scroll", a steady stream of vitality poured out of the "Word Scroll" and fell on Ning Yi, helping him fight against the Heavenly Dao.

The body is withered

A thin young man, his eyes brighter and brighter.

He tried to spy on the gray mist, wanting to see a "future"!

It was impossible to spy on it before because Obon was too early...... And now there is less than a month left!

Ning Yi's ten fingers of both hands were embedded in the palms, and the qi of the word scroll was running to the maximum, and at this moment, the knots all over his body exploded, the dry white hair became black again, and the whole person's back was no longer rickety.

It's like going back to the moment when you were at war with the Eastern Emperor!

Peak condition!

"Open it for me!"

The three ancient books were all run to the extreme by Ning Yi, and they found a gap between these heavenly machines!

The gray mist shatters.

He sees a glimpse of the future!

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......

A moment later, Ning Yi's back was against the stone wall, and he let out a long breath, beads of sweat on his cheeks...... It's been too long since I've been so tired.

Three scrolls, two volumes of entities, and one volume of phantoms, all became extremely bleak.

Especially the word rolls.

Helping Ning Yi forcibly fight against the Heavenly Dao, the "vitality" sacrificed may take a while to recover.

Ning Yi's hair, the roots of his sideburns, have a faint white, with a trace of silence, this is the "sequelae" left over from the rules of heaven and earth...... It's just that he doesn't care at all, because he got his wish and really saw a corner of the future!

Ning Yi quickly recovered from "tiredness".

He rubbed his cheeks vigorously and looked at the sleeping girl on the bed, a wry smile on the corner of his lips.

There is no moment of stopping, and quickly enter a state of meditation.

Hurry up and make up for your depleted energy.

In a few moments, the girl will wake up.

Can't let her worry.

The blood is like the sea, overflowing layer by layer, and the waves are surging.

The young man sitting alone in the rough waves looked calm and closed his eyes.

He tossed and turned, and in his mind, it was the sight of the gray mist breaking through.

Uneasy.

Suddenly, a very soft voice sounded in the room.

"Brother......?"

Ning Yi opened his eyes and quickly reined in his qi.

On the other side of the bed sat a little girl with a naked upper body, rubbing her long fluffy hair, smiling hazy, and the tiredness on her face dissipated a lot.

"I feel much better with this treatment...... Brother, what's wrong with your hair?"

The girl got up very distressed, rubbed herself into Ning Yi's arms, and gently twisted her sideburns with one hand.

Ning Yi's sideburns are white, even if there is a new word scroll...... Still can't change back.

I am afraid that this is an irreparable loss of "blood and blood".

"Brother...... Have you used the 'Fortune Scroll' to spy on the heavens?" the girl's voice trembled, and she said, "For me?"

This is the price Ning Yi paid.

Ning Yi smiled and nodded, he stretched out a hand, ready to stroke the girl's long hair.

"You...... What do you see?" Pei Lingsu's voice was a little hoarse.

Ning Yi paused.

It was covered very lightly.

The young man took the girl in his arms.

The girl's body was cold, like ice.

Ning Yi hugged the girl seriously, wanting to melt the ice.

"I see that the world is full of light...... So don't worry, everything will be okay and I will be there for you. ”

The girl closed her eyes and tears cleared her cheeks.

The fine snow and red candles sleeping in the corner, emitting a faint light, symbolizing the sword qi of the sword wielding the light of the world, turned into tens of thousands of swimming fish in this room, surrounding the young men and women who had snuggled for more than ten years.