What does it feel like to be struck by lightning?

Mo Chen will tell you that it is very cool, and I want to do it again.

Although his hair was erected by electricity, his face was still dark, and his image was extremely unsightly, Mo Chen's mouth was grinning to the root of his ears.

"Big brother, are you okay!" asked the little monk Jueqiao with big eyes full of worry, and Aunt Qing and Liu An also looked at Mo Chen in shock.

"It's okay, it's okay, this thunder can't hurt me. Mo Chen laughed and replied, but as he spoke, he exhaled some smoke.

The three of them glared at each other, feeling a little incredulous, this person was not stupid by the lightning strike? How could he be so happy after being struck by lightning.

Of course it's not stupid, Mo Chen's happiness does make sense, that Xuanfei Dao person has not yet become an immortal, and the summoned thunder and lightning can't even split a scattered immortal, don't say that Mo Chen's eight or nine cultivation to the third turn, the body of the heavenly immortal is difficult to hurt.

This thunderbolt slashed up, just like tickling, and there was a slight tingling sensation between the muscles and bones, as comfortable as being massaged.

But Mo Chen was happy not because of this, but because he found that his cultivation physique had been unlocked a little more, if the speed at which the immortal absorbed the aura was like a river entering the sea, the speed at which he absorbed the aura before being struck by lightning could only be regarded as a bowl of water, but after he was struck by lightning, he found that he could absorb two bowls of water at the same time!

This speed has doubled, how can you make Mo Chen unhappy?

"Is it really okay?" Aunt Qing's beautiful eyes flashed with a look of surprise, and she said with certainty.

Mo Chen waved his hand and did not reply.

The two-horned dragon on Liu An's head rolled over the purple clouds, and roared softly in the direction of the Xuanfei Daoist at the bottom of the mountain, and a trace of purple qi floated out.

At the foot of the mountain, Xuanfei Dao Chief, who was trying his best to cast spells, suddenly felt like a lightning strike, his body trembled, he snorted, and spit out a mouthful of blood. And the little man on the altar who was being burned by the flames exploded!

Luck backfires!

Is there a cultivator around this prince?

The seriously injured Xuanfei Dao man's eyes were terrified, and he thought a lot for a moment, how could this be possible, how could this be possible, how could this Great Wei have other cultivators besides their Mixed Yuan Dao Sect, but I didn't hear the master say that there were other fellow disciples going down the mountain, but there were no cultivators, how could there be someone to guard against this heavenly thunder?

But no matter how much he wanted to break his head, he couldn't imagine that this was the spiritual sense from a heavenly immortal demon.

Xuanfei Daoist didn't dare to stay here, the cultivators around Liu An chased after him, his seriously injured body was afraid that he didn't want to explain here, and ordered the soldiers guarding outside to clean up the scene, so he hurriedly slipped away.

In the Dizang Temple, Liu An said suspiciously: "This is so good, how can there be a thunderstorm on a dry day, and it still slashes at me?"

Mo Chen smiled and said, "This is a cultivator who makes Lei Fa want to harm His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

"It must be someone sent by the King of Chu!" Aunt Qing gritted her silver teeth and said hatefully: "Your mother was killed by him, An'er, you must remember to avenge your mother!"

Liu An nodded heavily, and a look of hatred flashed in his clear eyes.

After this incident, there were no waves in the following time, Mo Chen washed up in the backyard and enjoyed the palace banquet brought by Liu An's entourage, and soon it was dark.

In the past, the little monk Jueqiao was only willing to light a candle in front of the Buddha statue, but today, the entire Tibetan temple is brightly lit, and the old monk of the Great Xiangguo Temple and Jueqiao two people sit cross-legged in front of the Buddha, silently chanting the scriptures, reciting the Dizang Bodhisattva Sutra, which is the most special for the dead. Liu An and Aunt Qing knelt aside, guarding the spiritual seat.

As for Mo Chen, he sat on the side, meditating and accumulating mana, while guarding Liu An, in case anyone came to assassinate again, it would be good to pick up some merits.

The time soon came to midnight, and in Mo Chen's spiritual awareness, three ghosts were floating to the Jizo Temple from a distance.

The brightly lit hall was filled with gusts of wind, and the candles on both sides flickered for a while, looking like they would go out at any moment.

Mo Chen got up, patted Liu An on the shoulder and said, "Do you still want to see your mother again?"

When Liu An heard this, his little face was filled with joy, he nodded, and said, "Uncle Mo can let me see my mother?"

Mo Chen chuckled, and pointed his sword at Liu An's forehead, already casting a spiritual eye technique.

At this time, those ghosts had already floated to the gate of the temple, and in front of them was Liu An's mother, the gentle woman who gave copper coins to Mo Chen, and behind her were two escorted ghosts.

In the open space in front of the main hall, a lot of tributes have been placed, and the two ghosts couldn't move when they saw it, and one ghost said: "You go in quickly, visit your family, I will use some tributes here, remember, you are not allowed to escape, otherwise the soul chain we are waiting for is not given in vain." After speaking, he shook the soul hook chain on his waist.

In the first seven night of the soul, the ghosts were already familiar with the road, and they accompanied the new ghosts who died to return to the door, just to prevent these ghosts from becoming attached to the world and refusing to go back with them, and also to enjoy some sacrifices, usually the richer the sacrifices, the longer they acquiesced to the ghosts and their families.

And these ghosts who return to their souls often meet them in the dreams of their relatives, which is why many people often dream of their deceased relatives.

With Mo Chen's spiritual vision technique, Liu An naturally didn't have to say goodbye to his mother in his dream, the moment his mother entered the door, he pounced and shouted loudly: "Mother!"

There is a difference between people and ghosts, Liu An has no mana, so naturally he can't touch it.

"An'er, can you see me?" the woman looked at the young man next to her in surprise.

Several people in the main hall, Aunt Qing and General Wang couldn't see the woman's ghost, and looked at the strange movements of their prince with a surprised face, and the old monk also stopped chanting, and looked at the door of the main hall, only the little monk Jueqiao seemed to know nothing, and still chanted by himself.

"Don't worry, it's His Royal Highness the Prince's mother who is here, and you all have your own duties. Mo Chen explained, but when his eyes swept over Jue Qiao, there was a hint of surprise.

Originally, when chanting with the old monk, Jue Qiao was no different, but at this moment, the ghost of Liu Anniang's relatives came over, and suddenly there was a difference, when chanting, there was a faint trace of Buddha light flickering on his body, and slowly drifted towards Liu Anniang's ghost.

Generally, the ghosts who died tragically have anger on their bodies, but this ray of Buddha light is slowly diluting the anger of Liu Anniang herself.

The Buddha's light was faint, and it was even more imperceptible in the brightly lit hall, even Liu An and his mother did not notice that their anger was slowly dissipating.

These people saw the scene of Mo Chen being struck by lightning in the morning, so they still believed Mo Chen's words, but one by one they couldn't help but look at his eyes and burst into tears, talking to himself alone, and behaving obediently.

Liu An was crying with his mother, who was originally dependent on each other, and suddenly became separated from heaven and man, and then Liu An became the prince of the dynasty, and naturally there was a lot to say between the ups and downs.