The land of the far west, the vast desert

At the border of this desert, there is a Huangyan that is tens of thousands of feet high, rising from the ground on this flat wasteland, soaring straight into the sky, which is magnificent! It is a pity that this Huangyan has existed for tens of thousands of years, and it is covered with countless traces of wind and rain erosion, and it looks very lonely and gloomy.

The north wind howled fiercely through the side wall of the Yellow Rock, and in the middle of the side wall, there was a grotto more than one or two people high, and only a huge boulder was hidden at the entrance of the grotto.

The wind passed through the mouth of the cave and let out an even more pathetic whimper, like a grievance, like a cry.

Yingfeng had woken up at this moment, sitting on a stone bench in the cave, unable to move. His eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the dervishes in front of him, as if he wanted to make two holes in him.

The ascetic's expression remained unchanged, a pair of hands as dry as old bark took out a black candle from his bosom, slowly erected it on the stone table, and with a gentle blow, a yellow flame flashed, and a faint yellow light illuminated the entire grotto.

A moment later, a strange aroma filled the entire grotto.

"This is still a black Zen Buddha candle, and its candle incense can heal wounds, nourish the soul, and prolong life. The little brother is young but has little longevity, and he sacrifices longevity indiscriminately, which is not the right way. ”

The ascetic said as he picked up a dark soul drill and said, "This soul diamond was taken out from the center of your eyebrows, fortunately, the poor monk found it in time, and if it is a few days later, I am afraid that even the gods will not be able to save you." In today's cultivation realm, the soul cultivation vein is the most vicious, and the soul diamond they cultivate is specially used to absorb the souls of others to support themselves, and those who are killed cannot be reincarnated or reincarnated. Although Buddhism is compassionate, there is also an angry eye Vajra, this soul cultivation lineage, if it cannot be tempered, it needs to be destroyed as soon as possible. ”

Yingfeng still stared at the dervishe, not saying a word.

"The little brother has a peerless inheritance, the meridians have the golden light of the avenue that the poor monk can't see, the ancient sword sect and the ancient Danzong two rare inheritances, the heart has the spirit of Confucianism, the dantian has the full moon spirit beads that have been passed down from generation to generation by the moon god clan, and there is also the desolate moon killing body of the clan. The little brother's luck is strong, and the blessing is thick, and the poor monk has only seen it in his life!"

"God is so favored, but you are bent on death, it is really a tyrannical thing, it is really sad and lamentable!"

The candle incense of the Black Zen Buddha candle is extremely strange, and it is rapidly recovering Yingtian's body, spirit, and even longevity are slowly increasing all the time. This kind of Buddhist healing treasure is really rare!

But Yingtian's world-weary look did not change at all, although the injury was healed, but the death qi on his body became more and more intense. There is no greater mourning than death!

The ascetic monk also said: "Now that the troubled times are about to arise, the catastrophe is coming, the little brother should repay his own blessings to all sentient beings, how can he despise his life for a momentary loss? You should know this truth better than the poor monks, but why are you obsessed?"

Yingtian sneered and said hoarsely: "I only want the life of one person and can't get it, what does the life and death of the people in the world have to do with me? What does my life or death have to do with you? Can you shut up?"

"If you really want to die, is there nothing in this world that makes you nostalgic?" said the ascetic's face with compassion.

Yingtian closed his eyes and didn't want to respond to a word again.

The ascetic looked at Yingtian's resolute appearance and was silent. After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind, and sighed: "If the poor monk can save the life of your girl, can you agree to the poor monk's request?"

Hearing this, Yingtian raised his head suddenly, opened his eyes as if blooming with infinite vitality, and after a while, he seemed to understand something, and his breath dimmed again, and he said hoarsely: "Old monk, you have saved my life many times along the way, although I speak ill of each other, but I am still grateful to you in my heart." But you want to lie to me to survive, this is against your Buddhist path, right?"

The dervish smiled and said, "The poor monk has never deceived anyone. It's just that people can come back from the dead, and the poor monk is not completely sure, so he can only do his best!"

Yingtian's eyes stared straight at the ascetic monk motionless, this ascetic's cultivation is unfathomable, and he can see through all the secrets on his body at a glance, maybe he really has this ability?

The ascetic sighed: "The poor monk hoped that you would wake up and realize yourself, but unfortunately your obsession was too deep to let go, and you were bent on death, so you had to make this decision." But there is one thing, if that girl dies in the future, do you still want to die?"

Yingtian was silent, and after a while, he said seriously: "In the future, I will do my best to take care of Qing'er, and I will not let her suffer a little more." If I have a chance to be reborn with her, I don't dare to do anything else. If Qing'er encounters another accident in the future, I, Yingtian, will no longer talk lightly about seeking death, and will devote myself to repaying the master's kindness for the rest of my life. ”

The dervish smiled and said, "It's not bad, it's not bad, it's teachable." Only by knowing how to let go of obsessions can we open up wisdom. But what the poor monk is doing is not to ask you to repay me, but to want you to repay sentient beings, do you understand?"

Yingtian nodded and said: "The master treats all living beings equally, and is compassionate, and the younger generation understands. ”

The dervish smiled, flicked his sleeves to untie Yingtian's imprisonment, and said, "If you want to save that girl, you still need to take her relics!"

Yingtian hurriedly stood up, took out the pale cyan rag of Qing'er, and handed it to the dervish with both hands. He felt even more sad when he thought about it, just because Qing'er's relics only had this light cyan rag.

The dervish took the pale blue rag, took out a golden withered leaf from his bosom, and said, "This is the Golden Zen Soul Leaf." If there are relics of the living, you can summon the soul of the living and condense the body. This method is contrary to the way of Buddhism, but the poor monks can't take care of much in order to save people's lives today. ”

The ascetic monk bit his fingertips after speaking, and the fingertips mixed with blood slowly drew a picture on the stone table, and the golden light flowed in the blood, and after half an hour a strange pattern was formed, which seemed to have the solemnity of Buddhism and the gloom of ghosts. It seemed that this picture was extremely draining, and when the pattern was finished, the ascetic's yellow face turned slightly pale.

Ying Tian saw that the ascetic's thin and sallow face was slightly white, and he couldn't help but feel a little sorry in his heart, and even more expectant.

The ascetic put the pale cyan rag and the golden Zen soul leaf on top of each other, put it on top of the pattern, folded his hands, closed his eyes and recited a strange scripture in a low voice, and a faint golden light came out of him, mixed with the mysterious Buddhist gate rune seal, and crossed towards the golden Zen soul calling leaf.

After a while, the golden Zen soul conjuring leaf trembled, emitting a trace of golden threads, and the strange pattern at the bottom of the blood light skyrocketed, emitting a faint blood line, and under the slight swing of the light cyan rag, a faint blue line appeared. The gold, blood, and blue threads intertwined for a moment to form a strange sigil, trembling for a moment and then disappearing into the heavens and the earth.

The dervish chanted the scriptures faster, and his voice increased a lot, and the surrounding Buddhist talisman seals also moved faster! A large number of beads of sweat flowed down the ascetic's forehead, and his face became even paler, obviously this soul conjuring secret technique also had a great load on himself.

Yingtian looked at this scene extremely nervously, his clenched fists turned white, and his figure trembled slightly. Is it really possible? That day, he saw Qing'er lying in a pool of blood, and he didn't breathe!

After half a full incense stick, the talisman formed by the gold, blood and blue lines reappeared, trembling for a moment before splitting apart and completely disappearing. The ascetic seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, a mouthful of golden blood spurted out of his mouth, and he said with a short breath: "This, this is not right! The poor monk searched all the corners of the Yin and Yang worlds, but did not find the existence of the girl's soul!!"

Yingtian's face turned pale in an instant, and he only felt that the last glimmer of hope was about to disappear, and said in a trembling voice: "No, there is no soul of Qing'er?

The dervish took a deep breath, crossed his knees and breathed for a while, then turned his head to look at Yingtian and said, "With the power of my immeasurable Zen Golden Zen Soul Summoning Leaf, all the souls of the Yin and Yang worlds can be found. Unless......" the ascetic had a look of compassion on his face, "unless, the girl is already gone!"