"I've seen the temple master. ”

After Mohe returned, Chen Cuo reined in his thoughts, and the wisp of blue-purple smoke returned to himself, and then he got up, opened the door, and entertained the guests outside.

The master of Guishan Temple, Master Yuan Hui.

This name also has an impression in Chen Fangqing's memory fragments.

This Buddhist master has a handsome face and a warm temperament, but his appearance is much younger than Chen Cuo imagined.

When the people came in, Chen Cuo didn't ask for it, nor did he mention the matter of Fang Cai's Mohe flying on his own, but asked the other party for advice.

Monk Yuanhui still smiled, and like a person who had nothing to do, he pointed to the ink crane and said: "This thing is quite exquisite, and it can be called of good quality in the magic weapon, and it is wonderful that it can lead to a trace of the spiritual consciousness of ordinary people, so that the soul can travel to the world, this is the method of sexual cultivation, through this thing, it is an ordinary person, and it can also wander outside the object." ”

"But the master of the temple said that when the crane goes out, when the wind blows, there will be cold, and the sun will shine, which will increase the calamity. ”

Chen Cuo asked sincerely, he recalled the first dream of driving the ink crane, flying over the wall, first feeling the scorching heat, and then the cold wind raging, he felt bad, in a panic, lowered the wall, into the alley, only to get better.

Yuan Hui nodded and said: "That's right, the soul of a person exists in one body, protected by the body, isolated from the outside world, and the Taoist monks have the method of molting the shell, which can make the soul jump out of the body, but in this way, there is no physical body and blood protection, and you have to rely on other things to protect ......"

Chen Cuo's heart had a flash of inspiration and said, "Merit?"

"Merit is one of them, and popularity can be reluctantly replaced, but there are many restrictions," Yuan Hui smiled and nodded, "Ordinary cultivators only dare to escape at night, lest they be damaged by the cold wind and scorching sun, but the prince is Meng Lang this time, the spiritual sense is not the soul, but it is connected to the soul, not to mention that the prince and the prince are out of the body and escape into the jade crane, it will be even more dangerous, if it is not for the support of our temple, and the prince is not a small person, the lightest will be seriously ill!"

"And that kind of statement?"

Chen Cuo narrowed his eyes and recalled the scene of driving the ink crane in the Hou Mansion that day.

Now that I think about it, the first time I felt uncomfortable was that the black crane climbed over the wall, faced the wind and the sun, and then lowered into the alley, which made it better, but wasn't it because the wall blocked the wind, and the alley blocked the daylight?

However, if this is the case, why didn't Daoist Zhou Youzi explain it in advance, he could have mentioned it in his bag.

Chen Cuo had a little doubt.

Yuan Hui said at this time: "The prince has the prestige of the people, can replace the merit, the meritorious, Shun Tian and the people, just as the prince said, is a protective barrier, can isolate the scorching sun, resist the invasion of the cold, but not consumed from time to time, can protect for a while, but not lasting." ”

Chen Cuo nodded, wrote it down by heart, and asked, "Is there anything else that needs attention?"

Yuan Hui said: "Since this thing is refined, it is connected to the consciousness of the prince, and as soon as the mind moves, the spiritual consciousness can escape into it, so it should be put away and put it in a sheltered and dark place, and it is best to use a jade box or a peach box to put it away." It must be known that people's consciousness is sometimes uncontrollable, and they will wander, such as when they are asleep, they will inevitably move their minds in their dreams, and it is inevitable that they will be distracted, and it is okay in ordinary times, but after refining such a magic weapon, it is possible to sleepwalk, once this is the case, even if someone wants to support it, it is extremely dangerous!"

Chen Cuo's heart jumped, and he hurriedly asked.

Yuan Hui did not doubt him, and explained: "After all, human hope is not a merit, it moves with the will, if a person falls into a dream, the spiritual consciousness is scattered at will, and even the soul jumps out, but there is no original will to preside, the human hope will not follow, and it is still in the body, and there is no barrier between the spiritual consciousness and the soul, even if the jade crane has a little support, it is a drop in the bucket, and it is just in the house, as soon as you go outside, as long as you look at the face, you will be torn apart by the yang wind!

Chen Cuo was stunned.

Is this true or false?

If it is so dangerous to control the ink crane in the dream, I was in the Hou Mansion last time, but I entered the dream and then drove it, and I went outside for a turn, although I was uncomfortable, but I was still safe and sound!

If it is false, the temple master in front of him is solemn and respectful, and it is impossible to use this kind of thing to ruin his reputation, and there is no reason to deceive himself.

Taking a deep breath, he realized that the key might still be on Mengze.

Although he was driving the ink crane in his dream, he passed the dream!

This secret is naturally unveilable.

But the other party is so friendly, of course Chen Cuo doesn't want to let go, so he wants to ask a few more words, so as to make a comparison reference, unexpectedly, before he can speak, there is a knock on the door outside, and then a small novice walks in, to find the temple master, saying that there is something important.

"What's the matter?" said Yuan Hui, but looking at the way she looked, she seemed to know the reason.

The little novice said, "There is a guest who wants to see the temple master," and added at the end, "It's the evil guest last time." ”

Yuan Hui nodded, and said to Chen with an apologetic face: "If the prince is interested, you can stay for a few more days and discuss slowly, now that there is something in the temple, the poor monk has to leave first." ”

Seeing that someone had something to do, Chen was wrong and forced to stay, so he got up and sent him off.

As soon as the others left, Chen took a look at Mohe, and his heart was worried for a while.

"This ink crane is so dangerous, but there is no mention of it in the bag given by Zhou Daochang? Did he think that I could not make it in my dream? Or was it too hurried to talk about it, or maybe he didn't even know about it?"

He suddenly became worried, did that Zhou Daochang go to find help, or ran away?

The other side.

The master of Yuanhui Temple left the independent courtyard and soon joined the old monk.

The old monk asked, "How?"

Yuan Hui said today's situation again, and said: "It should be reincarnated correctly, the poor monk still has a feeling, and deliberately mentioned the out-of-body thing in the dream, although the prince has a fog and is difficult to concept, but looking at his appearance, he should have done it, if it is not a reincarnated person, even if the wandering soul is not torn apart, it will be infected with the heart plague, but he is refreshed and strong, and his heart is pure, it should be the innate primordial god!"

The old monk nodded, and said: "The Kunlun visitor is waiting in the front yard, if he knows that there is a true immortal in our temple, it will be another twist and turn." ”

Yuan Hui took a step forward and said, "It's okay, the autumn rain doesn't want to make extraneous branches, if we don't mention it, it will be fine." ”

The two monks walked side by side, and suddenly someone rushed to the opposite side, saw the two of them, stopped and bowed, and then walked quickly again.

The old monk shook his head lightly and stopped.

That person was Chen Hai, who was holding an article full of words and went straight to the single courtyard where Chen Cuo lived.

"Junhou, it's not good!

Chen Cuoben was thinking about it, and when he heard the words, he saw that the other party had an article.

"Show me. Chen Cuo took it and looked at it, and his brows furrowed.

At the beginning of the article, it was written-

The article "Painted Skin" is disorganized throughout, and the ghosts and strange things mentioned are even more ridiculous and ridiculous, which can be described as bullshit!

Retracting his gaze, Chen Cuo didn't continue to look at it, but looked up and asked, "Who wrote this, and where did you get it from?"

Chen Haidao: "The author is Lu Le of the Lu family, and the article came from outside the temple," and then he explained briefly, "The little one passed by the house at the foot of the mountain, and heard someone mention the painted skin, and I heard a few words in the past, and then I knew about it, and someone just copied it in his hand, and the villain asked to come over and show it to you!"

Chen Cuo nodded, suddenly his heart moved, he looked down at the article in his hand again, and his eyes suddenly changed, but he saw the words and sentences on the paper, which suddenly floated, and then sketched a grimace and pounced towards himself!

Suddenly, the ferocious intent erupted!

"Disgusting thoughts!"

Turning into elbows and armpits, Chen Cuo was not panicked, and immediately visualized the ghost's face, and took a big breath!