"Although we are active in the southwest and two regions, we are mainly along the Weiming Sea, and these cities are also the top priority. Huo Zijun looked at the map and said.

"There must be something we overlooked," Mo Ghost's hand rested on the map.

"Maybe we can't feel it," Huo Zijun said in a deep voice, "The matter of ghost cultivation has happened, and the monks on the mainland, especially those who are active in the southwest, have been extremely careful, always paying attention, if it is really near these towns, the means must be extremely hidden. ”

"What kind of means can hide people's ears and eyes to get souls?" Mo Ghost muttered.

"Well, what's wrong with you?"

"Come on!"

"Oops, why did you pass out!"

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"What's going on outside, it's noisy?" A loud noise came from outside, interrupting Mo Ghost's thoughts, and he looked out through the window of the hut.

"Why do I feel like I've heard the voice of a little monk?" Shen Kongming didn't take his eyes off the map, he suddenly moved his ears, and felt that one of the voices was particularly familiar, and turned his head to look out the door.

"It's not like, it's just," Mo Ghost looked at the road not far away, and pointed to the crowd, "There are all living beings there!"

"It's finally here!" Qin Yifan ran to the door excitedly, and saw the figure of a monk from a distance, still as short as he was familiar, and he was not angry, "Let's go, let's go over and have a look!"

The place where the hut is guarded is not in the wilderness, but next to the nearest village, although it is separated by a distance, you can occasionally see passing mortals, especially on the road near the door, there are often realm monks and mortals who enter and exit the mortal world.

"Uncle, what's wrong with her?" Wu Yi looked at the fainted woman with some confusion.

"Little master, please help me lie her down," the uncle looked a little flustered, but acted in a good manner, "It shouldn't be a big deal, it's just that I haven't eaten for a few days, and I'm crying." ”

"How can I do without eating?" said Wuyi lowered her from the car and lay her flat on the ground.

"Alas, the little master doesn't know, our children..." The uncle squatted on the ground with a sad face, "My child died a few days ago, and this time I came back for the funeral, you said that you just measured out that there is a spiritual root, how can we bear it!"

"Ahh Nearby villagers heard the sound and looked at the coffin on the carriage.

"What do you say this will do for us!" Lao Li said and wiped his tears.

Wu Yan looked at the small coffin behind him, his eyes couldn't bear it, he sighed secretly, and first used a gentle aura to wake up the woman who fell to the ground.

Although these villagers are mortals, they can still feel the aura, but they didn't expect that this little monk who looked weak and weak was also a monk, and hurriedly bowed, Lao Li was suddenly a little at a loss, "This... She just needs to rest for a while, and she doesn't have to bother. ”

"It's okay, and I can't waste much spiritual power. The little monk withdrew his hand, and he heard the woman on the ground cough and woke up leisurely.

"Xiaoqin, are you okay?" Lao Li helped the woman up.

"It's all right," the woman's tone was lifeless, and she choked up again, her eyes reddening.

"Little monk, what's wrong?" Shen Kongming came over in a few steps, put it on his shoulder, swept it back and saw the coffin on the empty car, his smile faded, he glanced at the little monk, and whispered, "What's the situation?"

"A child who has just tested the spiritual root has died," Wu Yan walked over, "I'll help you recite a mantra of rebirth, he hasn't practiced yet, and he can enter reincarnation." ”

"Thank you, little master!" Lao Li heard this, and walked over excitedly, wanting to pull his sleeve, but he was afraid of being disliked, so he rubbed against his body, and only arched his hand, "Thank you, little master, thank you!"

"Death spell?" "Madame wiped away her tears and stood up on the edge of the car, "Immortal Master, are you really willing to recite the death spell for my child?"

"Naturally, since I have encountered it, I will do my part. The little monk nodded.

"The little master is merciful, thank you here," an old man walked out of the crowd and came to the crowd, "I am the village chief here. ”

"It's all right," the little monk shook his head, "I'm tired of opening the coffin first." ”

"Alas," Lao Li and the woman nodded, and opened the lid above in a panic, because it had not yet been buried, but only closed.

When they saw the child's face, the two hugged each other and cried.

Seeing this, the little monk took out the futon from the storage bag and threw it out, and out of nowhere he took out a wooden fish and put it on the ground, knocked on the wooden fish with a mallet in one hand, and wore Buddhist beads on the other hand, and recited something silently in his mouth.

"Why didn't I notice that the little monk still looks like a monk?" Qin Yifan stood beside Shen Kongming and said in a low voice.

"Heh, I didn't know he had this side either. The corners of Shen Kongming's mouth didn't move, only made a mosquito-like sound, "Did you say it's my illusion, this monk seems to be getting more and more dusty." ”

"It's not a delusion," Mo Ghost continued, "he must be psychic." ”

Melting the soul is to be able to communicate with the aura and feel all things when you have not yet entered the Tao, and its highest level is to channel and sense all things.

At the beginning, Tianshu Zhenjun pulled him out from the mortal realm, and what he liked was his talent for soul melting, or mortals can feel the emotions of all things, and he has compassion but will not easily sympathize with others, and he is a good seedling of Buddhist cultivation.

"Psychic?" Shen Kongming tilted his head, "I said how did he advance for so long!"

"That is to say, he is crossing the heart demon tribulation, and he will be psychic by the way?" Qin Yifan pouted, "Why am I not so lucky, I am willing to waste a few years," the little monk is psychic, and there will be no bottleneck when he is married.

"Why don't you try Buddhist cultivation?" Shen Kongming smiled evilly.

"But he's psychic, isn't it that I can't eat the meat I make, it should be uncomfortable, right?" Zhen Hao suddenly spoke.

"I shouldn't be able to eat it," I don't know why, Shen Kongming always felt that there was a hint of schadenfreude in his words, but looking at his righteous face, he always felt his own delusion, "Before, I forced myself not to eat it for the sake of cultivation, but if I eat it now, I guess I will feel uncomfortable for a while." ”

"It's a pity, I also brewed wine, and the monster meat I bought in Tongling City before was also marinated," Zhen Hao sighed.

Shen Kongming swallowed his saliva, "Actually, he doesn't eat it, we can do it!"

"At least when you leave here, what are you anxious about?" Mo Ghost crossed his arms and continued to look at the little monk, "The expression on his face was a little wrong. ”

"Aren't they all dead?, how can they still have expressions?" Shen Kongming frowned.

Mo Ghost: ······

"What she said was no anger," Huo Zijun glanced at him, disgusted, and took a few steps away from him.

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