The monk watched Yan Hui and Xiao Hou Ye gradually fall asleep, as well as most of the remaining half of the meat in their hands, "I told you that this is the meat I worked hard to find, and I didn't say that I would eat more and sleep again, waste!" The monk muttered a few sentences and continued to struggle with the meat in his hand.....

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Finally, the meat next to the bonfire has been wiped out by the monk, and the monk burped with satisfaction, and wiped his hands on his monk's robe, "This old man is really good enough to summon people, give me such a task of Raushzi, and still don't let me do it, it's really annoying! Annoying! Ami... "Hey!" The monk sighed, often helpless.

"There's one more here!" The monk saw that Yan Hui's clothes were soaked with sweat, and his face turned a little red, and sighed again, "See if I don't go back and make a mess for you on your horse farm, and then steal that little foal that is a treasure for you to roast and eat!"

The monk put cruel words on the side, but the fat body was not idle, and it was a burst of rummaging through the cabinets, and after a while, I didn't know where to turn out a book, and a pen, the book looked like it had been some years, and the paper was tinged with a faint yellow, but the whole book looked very good, there was no trace of damage, I don't know if it was because of the special materials or the careful preservation;

The talisman pen is taken out of the monk's arms, this is a bit of a novelty, the appearance is a slender brush, when the monk takes it out, it seems that there is already ink for drawing runes, but there is no protection at the tip of the pen, the monk is just in his arms, as if he is not afraid of being soaked in ink.

"Let me look for it! Find it! Don't move" The monk held the book that had been opened in one hand and the talisman pen in the other hand, and circled around Yan Hui's body that was still sitting cross-legged, and from time to time the tip of the pen was tested on Yan Hui's body, as if he was looking for something.

Finally, the rune pen stopped on Yan Hui's chest, and a rune began to appear slowly in the place where the tip of the pen was pointing, "Hey! I found it!" The monk seemed to be very happy, "Tyrannical Things! Violent Things!" Then the monk seemed to be very dissatisfied with what he saw, and stomped his feet angrily and shouted.

Although the monk was so angry that he almost jumped up, the talisman in his hand did not shake, especially the tip of the pen, as if it was supported there by something, and it did not move. The runes began to manifest more and more, and they became brighter and brighter.

"These old things, I don't know why they are tossing around, ordinary people are just this kind of rune, can this be the same?" the monk continued to shout;

After a while, the monk's small eyes flickered, "Hehe, you're cheaper" The monk seemed to be very satisfied with his attention, hehe, smiled, and began to slowly draw out all the runes that appeared from Yan Hui's body, just after most of the runes had been drawn, the monk turned his hand and sent it in front of the little marquis;

The runes slowly began to contact the body of the little marquis, and at this time, a large number of runes also appeared on the little marquis, and once the two runes encountered, they began to produce dazzling white light, "I knew it would be like this" The monk muttered, as if he knew that there would be such a result, and began to grope something out of his arms and put it on the bridge of his nose;

If Yan Hui wakes up and sees this scene now, he will definitely be dumbfounded by the monk's current appearance again, and the black lines on his head are full of words, because since it is a pair of sunglasses that appear on the bridge of the monk's nose, and with the action of the monk holding a pen in the center of the bright light, how does this look like a welder? It's just that it's a person...

Yan Hui didn't open his eyes, because at this time, Yan Hui slowly withdrew from his body with the runes, and began to lose some strength, and his sitting posture was also a little shaky.

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Yan Hui in the dream felt very painful, and the picture in front of him began to slowly shatter, "Is this the end?" Yan Hui thought, before Yan Hui could figure out what was going on, a tingling pain began to come from his heart, this stinging sensation was like the stinging pain when the runes began to enter the body on the day the spiritual consciousness was awakened, but it didn't seem to be very similar, and he couldn't tell the difference for a while. "What's going on? Is there something wrong with the psychics?" Yan thought back, and began to look at her body to see what was going on. But at this time, the eyes began to be obscured by a thick fog, and nothing could be seen again.

A muffled snort came out, and Yan Hui's body finally couldn't hold on anymore and began to fall to the ground.

"Huh?" When Yan Hui snorted, the monk had already noticed the abnormality here, and just when he was about to fall to the ground, he saw the monk monk wave his sleeves, and something like a shadow appeared, falling to the direction of Yan Hui falling to the ground with a staggering speed, and caught Yan Hui steadily, and then slowly laid him flat, as if the shadow had been waiting beside Yan Hui.

The monk didn't dare to be careless when he saw Yan Hui's situation, and after guessing the reason, he began to slowly slow down the extraction speed of the rune, and when the rune began to slow down to the point where it was about to stop, the monk began to slowly let go of the talisman in his right hand at an extremely slow speed, and the action of letting go was completely devoid of the previous Maori frizzy style, until the whole hand was completely out of the talisman pen, and he was quietly suspended on the chest of the little marquis.

The monk held his breath and slowly withdrew to the body of the little marquis, and when he left for a distance, he made sure that the small pen of the quotation was not abnormal, and quickly withdrew to Yan Hui's side, and began to check Yan Hui's situation, and the sunglasses were already lost by the monk.

"Fuck, fuck him, these bastards!" After the monk checked Yan Hui's body, he cursed in a low voice, but this time he tried his best to lower his voice, as if he was afraid that he would be shocked by his movements, although the monk's thunder was like thunder, but his eyes were aimed at the pen hanging in the heart of the little marquis from time to time, it seemed that a talisman at this time seemed to have become a flood beast.

"Fuck! I don't have time to warm up my body, so why do you want to find a random body, bastard!" The monk was not very relieved, and scolded again, his voice still very low. It's just that he didn't recite the Buddha name that never left his mouth, but there were more and more swear words.

At this time, if Mr. Zhou knew that he had done bad things with good intentions and received so much scolding, he didn't know how to feel.

"Yes, the old man said that he might encounter this situation, yes! Sleepy spirit runes!" The monk seemed to have been explained what to do in this situation before he came here, and suddenly thought of something, and there were words in his mouth, and then took out five or six rune papers from his arms, this time the speed was extremely fast, as if this spirit rune was already in his hand, I saw the monk wave lightly, the runes scattered in the air, and then shrouded Yan Hui's body.

After the six runes had all fallen into place, the monk turned around and came to the little marquis again, and picked up the talisman pen again, "Boy, it hurts a little, it hurts to save a life, it's worth it, not to mention that you also have a benefit, right?" The monk muttered, but the movements in his hands did not mean to stop, and the spiritual power was injected;

The runes that had almost stopped at the beginning were pouring towards the little marquis again, and the speed was getting faster and faster, but after a while, the monk and the little marquis were already soaked with sweat.

The whole process was completed, the monk's clothes were already soaked, and the fat face seemed to have lost a lot of weight due to dehydration, and his bulging cheeks also hung down, "Fuck!" The monk scolded again.

After turning to Yan Hui, Yan Hui at this time may be the worst one of the three people, his face began to glow with dead ash, the skin where the original runes flashed was dry and cracked, and some even had skin peeling, which was very scary.

The trapped spirit talisman in mid-air had already been activated, glowing with a faint golden light, and the golden light shrouded Yan Hui's broken body, which formed a sharp contrast with the dead ashes on Yan Hui's body.

"Nine Heavens Xuanniao Yan returned to the nest, thousands of miles of green clouds walked once, the sad autumn learned to Lingyundu, and from then on the yin and yang fog saw the dynasty" I don't know how many years have passed, Yan Huijue remembered again from this heaven and earth, the monk who recited words no longer had that simple look, his face was extremely serious, "Old man Li Xian, if you can know the situation here, remember to help you!" The monk thought! "If you still care about the life and death of your apprentice!" The monk added,

"Lingyun Wanli! up!" the monk did not wait for someone to reply, and shouted loudly;

In the cave that had been calm, there was a glow of light, and after a while, it began to gather in mid-air, and when the glow gathered to a certain extent, the black whirlpool that appeared in the glow began to slowly emerge, and the thunder and lightning flashed in the whirlpool, and the thunder was endless.

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"Evil beast, since you are still alive, you will die!" a voice suddenly remembered, as if it had come through space, and the black vortex in mid-air began to become unstable because of the sound of this voice.

"Who dare?"

"Who dare?"

"Who the fuck dare me?" The first thing that sounded seemed to be a woman's voice, one of the other two voices was a little old, and the other was unusually hot.

The monk was startled by the initial voice, but when he heard the next voice, the smile on his face suddenly bloomed, he let out a long breath, and his eyes rolled sharply, "Who the hell dare I see?" The monk followed and scolded, but his voice was extremely low, completely lacking the momentum of the previous three.

When he found that the person at the beginning was no longer silent, the whirlpool returned to its original appearance, and the black aura was even better than before, the monk became bolder, knowing that he could not delay "reversing yin and yang, Yan returns to the nest!" Another rune chant was sung, and the ink-like black vortex began to press towards Yan Hui, and finally touched Yan Hui's body;

When Yan Hui's originally broken body looked like it was about to be destroyed by the black whirlpool, the violent whirlpool began to become gentle, although the lightning in the whirlpool was still flickering, but the thunder had begun to calm down, and the black whirlpool began to slowly converge towards Yan Hui's eyebrows, and then a black silk composed of black gas stretched out from the center of the whirlpool, and the black silk thread did not have any abnormality as imagined when it was cast over the center of the eyebrows, but slowly stopped at the center of the eyebrows and never moved again;

As time passed, the black silk thread always stayed at the center of Yan Hui's eyebrows, and the vortex on the silk thread began to get smaller and smaller, and the color became lighter and lighter, until it finally disappeared;

Seeing this, the monk took a deep breath, glanced at Yan Hui's condition that had improved, and the cracks had disappeared, thinking that there was no big problem, the little marquis was normal, and he put his mind at ease, sat on the ground, and then fell asleep, "I'm tired of you, Lao Tzu and me!

The cave was quiet again.