"This thing is originally a bad thing, and even if it is used, it must not be used in the right way. Chu Yao was very sure.

A wisp of heavenly fire appeared, and Leng Xiaohan directly threw the flames in the corpse oil pit.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and the surroundings turned into a sea of fire.

Glancing back at the corpse wrapped in flames, Leng Xiaohan and the others walked towards the outside of the cave. The colorful true yuan cover illuminates the cave very brightly.

Staying outside the cave until there was no smoke coming out, Leng Xiaohan shook his head with some disappointment: "It seems that there is no special existence in this cave. ”

"Then what are we going to do?" Chu Yao looked at Leng Xiaohan worriedly.

Pouting, Leng Xiaohan was a little helpless: "I can't fix their appearance, can't I delete their memories?" delete some and modify some so that they can live a normal life!"

"It's... Isn't it okay?" Chu Yao's eyes were a little unbearable, but thinking of the situation in the village, Chu Yao still nodded: "It's only like this." ”

took out a long jade plaque and handed it to Mi Xiao, and after seeing that the blue color stopped at the seventy scale, Leng Xiaohan took the jade plaque back: "Mi Xiao, are you interested in cultivating immortals?"

"Cultivating immortals, what is that?" Mi Xiao looked at Leng Xiaohan blankly, not understanding the meaning of these two words at all.

"Master!"

"Brother~"

"Leng Xiaohan! Her talent is not very good, accept her as a disciple, you have to think about it carefully. Chu Yao said what Tianpeng and Leng Zhuyi wanted to say.

Stretched out his hand and rubbed Mi Xiao's head, Leng Xiaohan chuckled and shook his head: "In the matter of accepting apprentices, talent is very important, but fate is even more important." Besides, it's just a registered disciple, so you don't need to be so excited. ”

"It's okay if you don't know about cultivating immortals, do you know monks?" asked Mi Xiao patiently, Leng Xiaohan at this time was shining with golden light in Chu Yao's eyes.

"Uh-huh!" Mi Xiao nodded vigorously: "I heard the people in the village say that monks are very capable people. ”

gave Mi Xiao an affirmative and encouraging look, Leng Xiaohan nodded: "And what about cultivating immortals~ is to make you a very capable person step by step." ”

"Then I'm interested. Mi Xiao's eyes were full of longing, but his voice was even quieter.

Stopping in the middle of the road, Leng Xiaohan laughed: "Then worship me as a teacher! I can be your first guide." ”

Placed on the ground by the canopy, Mi Xiao was a little overwhelmed, and the rain soon wet Mi Xiao's hair.

"Kneel down and kowtow!" Although Tianpeng was unwilling to let Leng Xiaohan accept rice and laugh as a disciple, since Leng Xiaohan had decided, Tianpeng would give his full support.

Kneeling on the muddy road, Mi Xiao kowtowed directly to Leng Xiaohan. Kowtowed three times and Mi Xiao was about to kowtow, Leng Xiaohan reached out and helped Mi Xiao up, and at the same time shook the muddy water on Mi Xiao's body.

"Apprentice, just kowtow three times!

Once you give heaven and earth ghosts and gods, from now on you will slaughter ghosts and gods, conquer the heavens and the earth, and have no respect for them.

Second, to the patriarchs of the sect, thank them for leaving the exercises, so that we can embark on the path of immortals.

Three to be a teacher, from today onwards, you will be my Leng Xiaohan's registered disciple, you and I are father and daughter. ”

After speaking, Leng Xiaohan directly put the Buddhist exercises and Buddhist scriptures he learned in Rulai Temple into Mi Xiao's brain.

Of course, there are many restrictions on the exercises, which are similar to the seals that Wang Hetong made in Leng Xiaohan's storage ring at that time. Only after cultivating to attain a state of great perfection can one obtain subsequent exercises.

There are no restrictions in the Buddhist scriptures, and of course Leng Xiaohan did not pass on the immortal-level exercises he realized to Mi Xiao. What was passed on to Mi Xiao was the practice of Qi Decision and the thousands of exercises seen in the small black room of the Bodhi Academy. If you realize it yourself, it is the most suitable for you!

Back in the village, everyone was immediately busy. The group separated, revising the memories for the villagers.

Leng Xiaohan hugged Mi Xiao all the way, Leng Zhuyi and Zizhu all the way, and the others each went all the way. It didn't take long, and in less than half an hour, everyone returned to Mi Xiao's house.

After looking at each other for a while, everyone nodded slightly and looked into the room together. At this time, the entire village was left with Mi Xiao's mother and daughter who had not been deleted and their memories were not deleted.

Putting Mi Xiao on the ground, Leng Xiaohan stepped forward and knocked on the door: "I've found a way to restore my appearance, come out!"

"Really?" the room rang ping-pong, and it was clear that Mi Xiao's mother cared about it.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a hand pointing to his forehead. Without any defense, Leng Xiaohan's fingers easily pressed on the woman's forehead. The woman's memories also appeared in Leng Xiaohan's mind.

After reading the woman's memory, Leng Xiaohan felt a trace of unbearability in her heart. After making a decision in her heart, Leng Xiaohan revised the woman's memory.

Sending the woman back to the bed with Zhenyuan, Leng Xiaohan and the others sat in a row under the eaves and watched the rain.

"What do you see in her memory?" After being silent for a while, Chu Yao couldn't help but ask. Seeing Leng Xiaohan's eyes, Chu Yao knew that Leng Xiaohan must have seen something different.

Looking at the rain curtain in the distance, Leng Xiaohan took out a cigarette stick and smoked: "I saw it, why did she say that I won't stay in this village for the rest of my life!"

Leng Xiaohan's words not only made Chu Yao curious, Tianpeng and the others also looked at Leng Xiaohan with gossipy faces. Even Mi Xiao looked at Leng Xiaohan curiously, obviously not knowing what happened to her mother.

"When she was a little girl, it was the same rainy day. Leng Xiaohan looked up at the sky: "The rain that day was much heavier than today." ”

"Just as she was about to be pressed into the oil pot by her own mother, a monk appeared in the distance. Just like I saved Mi Xiao, I saved her. It's just that... The monk feared for her safety, so he stayed in the village.

After a long period of contact, the two naturally had a relationship. Until nine years ago, the monk was forced to go out... By the time the monk returned, her beautiful face would have disappeared!"

With a very embarrassed expression on her face, Leng Xiaohan took two puffs of her cigarette: "She wasn't very scared at that time, because her man was a monk. A monk of strength, ability, and superiority. ”

The monk came back to heal her face. When he found that Zhenyuan couldn't recover the scar, the man even smeared half of his face with corpse oil, only to find that he had also taken it.

Later, the monk left and never returned. About half a year after the monk left, Mi Xiao was born. In the past six months, she has also successfully turned her into the most feared and hated appearance she once had. ”

After a long puff of cigarette, Leng Xiaohan looked at Mi Xiaoxiao: "Of course, you don't need to care about these things." We have modified the memories of all the people in the village, and as long as they don't cultivate, these memories will never be restored. ”

"Now the people in the village can't tell the difference between ugliness and beauty! You are no longer a little girl who has been living in the village, but a monk who goes back to the village to visit relatives. ”

Seeing that Mi Xiao's face was a little sad, Leng Xiaohan reached out and patted Mi Xiao's shoulder: "Of course..."