"What are you doing here?" the little monk looked at Mingxin with an unkind look.

"I'm not here to find you," Mingxin pouted, "Who is the Mo Ghost Ghost Daoist?" Kuyan Zhenjun asked me to come to her and investigate the monks here with me. ”

"Why are you with you?" the little monk pinched his waist.

"How do I know, you go and ask Kuyan Zhenjun!" Mingxin was not to be outdone, and stood face to face with the little monk, "Didn't you just let you send me back to the sect, and I also paid you, as for targeting me like this?"

"Hmph, you're blackmailing!" the little monk looked at him angrily, "And the reward, which one's reward?"

"Master Pufang told me that he had already given you something, so I don't have to worry about it anymore, and you still don't admit it?" Mingxin immediately understood him when he heard this, "You are really an insatiable monk!"

When the crowd saw that they were about to fight, they stepped forward to hold them.

Mo Ghost walked in front of Ming Xin, "I'm the person you're looking for," he glanced back at the little monk, "Let's leave first!"

"No, let's make it clear, who is insatiable!" The little monk was angry, rummaging through the storage bag, and finally found the stone given by Master Pufang at the bottom, "Just a broken stone, what kind of reward will I talk about, and I will return it to you!"

As the little monk spoke, he threw the stone at Mingxin, but Mo Ghost was in front of him, and the stone went directly towards Mo Ghost's head.

"Bang!"

Everyone was eerily quiet for a moment, looked at Mo Ghost who was standing still in place, shook it a few times, and fell to the ground.

"Hell!"

Mingxin, who was closest to her, was the first to react, scooped her up, slowly put her on the ground, and put his hand on her wrist, but he didn't find anything abnormal.

"Get out of the way!" the little monk arched his heart open.

"Get out of the way!" Shen Kongming dragged him up, "Let you throw things around." ”

"I didn't expect to hit the ghost," the little monk wilted instantly, drooped his shoulders, and looked at Mingxin next to him, "It's your fault!"

"You guys are really interesting, she, a Jindan monk, will be hit by a stone casually?" Mingxin looked at the little monk with disdain, "This is from the statue of an ancestor who has soared from our Leiyin Temple. ”

"Even the statue of the ancestor is buckled, it can be seen that you are not good people!" the little monk snorted at Mingxin.

Mingxin rolled his eyes, but continued to explain, "It is said that before his old man ascended, he engraved a technique in it, and only those who are destined can comprehend it, but after so many years, the last disciple of Leiyin Temple who comprehended it was a thousand years ago, and he had already fallen. ”

"You said she comprehended the exercises?" Shen Kongming turned his head.

"Apart from this possibility, I don't know what else could have caused a Jindan monk to be smashed with a stone!" Mingxin hugged his arm, "This exercise is rumored to be a heavenly level, isn't the reward we give enough?"

Mingxin was sour when he said this, he knew that it was this stone that was sent, and he was quite happy, it was both precious and useless, but who would have thought that someone would really be able to comprehend it?

"That's our ghost talent!" the little monk's voice unconsciously narrowed, "Then even if we are clear, we don't care about you!" He walked up to Mo Ghost, tilted his head and looked at it, and suddenly saw her open her eyes and was startled.

"Are you alright?" Shen Kongming helped her up.

"It's okay, what kind of stone are you?" Mo Ghost rubbed his head, just now he seemed to see a desolate battlefield, corpses everywhere, and the sound of Buddhist monks chanting in his ears, Zhihai couldn't accept it for a while, and fainted directly.

"From the Leiyin Temple," the little monk whispered, explaining what Mingxin had just said, "Did you feel anything from it?"

"There is no exercise, but it seems that I have seen some scene, and the sound of Buddhist scriptures has come," Mo Ghost shook his head, "But the memory just now has slowly dissipated, and I can't remember anything." ”

"I suggest you take the stone and go to retreat, you will definitely get a lot of gain," Mingxin bent down to pick up the stone that had fallen on the ground, but no one picked it up.

"Now?" Shen Kongming frowned.

"I'll pinch my fingers, you go to retreat, the benefits outweigh the disadvantages," Mingxin threw the stone to her, why Master Pu Fang gave the stone to an outsider, it was obvious that he had calculated something, and now the person who could feel the exercise appeared.

Mo Ghost took the stone, but he didn't have the feeling just now, he picked it up and looked at it carefully, it was no different from an ordinary stone, "Let's go find Kuyan Zhenjun first." ”

"Whatever you want," Mingxin said.

Mo Ghost stood up, and followed Mingxin to find Kuyan Zhenjun, originally wanted her to check whether there was a ghost cultivator here, but when he heard that she was holding the stone of Leiyin Temple, he called her aside.

"Do you know whose statue it belongs to?" Kuyan Zhenjun looked a little obscene at this time.

"I don't know," Mo Ghost shook her head, she hadn't heard of any statues in Leiyin Temple, "You know something?"

"The ancestor who left the sculpture is the Bodhi ancestor who ascended 100,000 years ago, he was in the same period as the Tantai Liuli, and he was also present when the Tantai Liuli comprehended reincarnation, maybe what you saw was the scene at that time?" Kuyan Zhenjun pinched his chin, "Otherwise, why would Master Pufang give the stone to Wuyan?"

"In other words, maybe what he sealed was not an exercise, but a memory?" Mo Ghost raised his eyebrows slightly, "If it is a person who is destined, he can comprehend reincarnation through this memory?"

"You guessed right," a voice came from outside the door, it was Shen Laozu, who came from nowhere with a cane in his hand, and walked in trembling like an old man, "Sharpening the knife and cutting wood, if you can comprehend reincarnation, it is still worth it." ”

"But the ghost repairs..." Mo Ghost said hesitantly.

"Didn't the Lei Yin Temple let him out?" Kuyan Zhenjun pointed to Ming Xin, who had been staying at the door, "Yu Shen Soul, he is no worse than you, and it is still very easy for him to distinguish a ghost cultivator." ”

Mo Ghost followed his line of sight and looked at Ming Xin, this monk was probably tired of standing, sat on the threshold, suddenly turned around, and saw the two staring at him, confused.

"Okay," Mo Ghost nodded.

The eight towns along the Weiming Sea that were controlled by ghost cultivators, led by the ten major sects, were equally distributed to the monks of the four domains, and Leiyin Temple and Penglai Academy were together with Xiaoyao, and they were strong, and of course, they also undertook the most difficult towns to capture, and they besieged the city.

The monks sent by Leiyin Temple were headed by Mingxin and Master Pufang.

The monks on the mainland don't know much about Leiyin Temple, and Mingxin was deliberately diluted before, so naturally they know very little, and Mo Ghost only knew about him in the intelligence tower, of course, he didn't know much about it.

It is rumored that this Mingxin was picked up by an ancestor from the absolute land in the extreme east, and there was no spiritual root in his body, but when he stood in front of the Buddha, his body was bathed in the light of the Buddha.

He is a pure Buddhist cultivator, and the little monk who takes the spiritual root as the guide and cultivates in the Buddha is not the same, he is really a Buddha into the Tao, and he has inherited the relics of a certain ancestor, which can be described as talented.

But for some reason, from the time he refined qi to build the foundation to the end of the Dan, he never went out to the Leiyin Temple, or rather, there was no news of him on the mainland at all.

The time the little monk met him was the first time he appeared in everyone's sight.

Master Pufang is a famous fortune teller on the mainland, and he is not much better than the ancestor of Tianji Pavilion, since he was brought this time, there must be some arrangement, and the natural nemesis of ghost cultivation is Buddha cultivation, and he has his own use.

Mo Ghost didn't alarm anyone, not even Shen Kongming and the others went back to say goodbye, quietly went out of here, went to the nearest Baishan City, and found a courtyard.

Open the formation and sit in the secret room.

Although she didn't see where the elder was, she knew that the two of them must be waiting nearby, in order to protect her safety, but Mo Ghost was puzzled at this time, she seemed to have not been chased by the ghost cultivator for a long time.

The two Yuanhou monks were sent in a big way, and they came over inexplicably, and it is not clear why they stopped now.

I can't figure out why for the time being, Mo Ghost took out the stone he got from the little monk, and I don't know what was going on at the time, as soon as the stone was close to her, she stood there and couldn't move, and there were pictures in the sea one by one, but now I can't remember.

Standing the stone in front of his forehead with his aura, Mo Ghost slowly closed his eyes, and his divine sense entered it.

For a moment, she seemed to forget that she was in the secret room, the wind in her ears whistled, blowing the wind and sand all over the sky, the heavy smell of blood wafting in the air, and the corpses all over the place were lying there.

A group of monks gathered around an altar in a round place, wearing Taoist robes similar to Leiyin Temple but somewhat different, knocking on the wooden fish in their hands, and not knowing what they were reading in their mouths.

On the top of the round platform, there is a monk wearing a lilac robe, embroidered with cloud patterns, which looks quite noble, his eyes are closed, his face is majestic, and the whole person is bathed in the light of the Buddha, like an immortal.

Around the altar, there were many monks of different shapes and colors, all standing there solemnly, and in the crowd, the figure of Nangong Qijue seemed to flash away.

Mo Ghost didn't know where she was, it seemed to be integrated with the environment here, she felt the wail of the souls around her, and there was a strong unwillingness in her soul, accompanied by the chanting of a high monk, and the strong meaning of conflict reached her ears one by one.

She was like a bystander, watching her soul struggle in the purification of the Buddhist scriptures, unable to escape, unable to break free, and waiting for someone to rescue her.

At this moment, Xiao voices were heard from all directions.

The ghost cultivators who were originally in various expressions quieted down for a moment, the black qi lingering on their bodies slowly dispersed, the scarlet in their eyes gradually faded, and their souls became as white as ever.

Xiao Sheng continued, cooperating with the Buddhist scriptures, and the two were in harmony.

Due west, an invisible door faintly appeared, and the melody of the flute gradually slowed down, and the rhythm was not unfamiliar.

The spirits gathered here, one by one, as if a long time had passed, and it seemed like a moment, and then they came back to their senses, and the evil aura around them had dissipated, and the monks on the altar opened their eyes.

Mo Ghost's last memory of this place is a pair of narrow eyes.

......

"How long has the ghost been gone?" the little monk was bored and appeared on a hill, asking Huo Zijun beside him.

"Three months," Huo Zijun said succinctly.

"It's three months and ten days, and it's the end of the year in five days," the little monk patted him on the shoulder.

Huo Zijun didn't speak, his eyes puzzled.

"I'm just bored, don't be angry, it's just a joke," the little monk suddenly felt that his hands were a little hot, and he took them back.

The major sects take turns to guard, why is he just with Huo Zijun!

"If you can cultivate a little higher, you don't need to force yourself to be with me," the expression on the little monk's face was too obvious, and Huo Zijun gritted his teeth and said.

"What are you talking about, I don't know how happy I am with you!" The little monk snorted and quickly changed the topic, "What do you mean by Tan Su imprisoning Tan Liu's Ancestor's soul here?"

The round platform that was holding Tan Churan before has been replaced at this time, and flames are burning around it all the time.

Huo Zijun didn't bother to answer and didn't speak.

"Being humiliated in front of everyone, I think it's embarrassing for her," the little monk didn't care, Huo Zijun didn't speak, he could say, "You say too, you have a deep hatred, and you will definitely take revenge when you get the opportunity." ”

I still want you to say this, Huo Zijun pursed his lips.

He turned his back to the east, and when the little monk looked at him, he saw a ray of sunlight shining out of the mountain, and the sky gradually brightened, "It's a new day, and I don't know if the seniors have thought of a way." ”

Thinking of a way, he will naturally say it, Huo Zijun answered in his heart.

"I heard that Cen Xi is there, it seems that there has been action, should we do something?" the little monk tilted his head and said wherever he wanted.

Huo Zijun slandered, Cen Xi was flat, and it was the easiest place to enter.

At this moment, there was a sudden murmur of Buddhist scriptures from the foot of the mountain, the sound was not loud, but it could unconsciously make people fall into it, calm and concentrate.

Of course, this does not include the little monks.

"Mingxin, that stinky monk, is chanting the scriptures again," the little monk muttered in his mouth and leaned into Huo Zijun's ear, "I don't like him." ”

I could see it, Huo Zijun turned his head and looked at him coldly.

"But it's up to him to identify ghost cultivators," the little monk sighed again, "You said that chanting scriptures can really tell if a person has ghost cultivators? Why can't I just be clear? It must be that he is special, not my problem!"

Huo Zijun looked at the little monk talking to himself, with a hint of imperceptible admiration in his eyes, how could this person be able to talk without anyone cooperating, and he might not have as much as he could talk in a day.

"Look at what I'm doing, don't you think so too," the little monk's eyes lit up, "Isn't it strange for you to explain your heart? Why didn't you know him before!"

You are also quite strange, Huo Zijun swallowed this sentence silently.

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