Yuan Xing heard the sound of his chanting chanting break, frowned unhappily, and scolded, "Concentrate..."

"But, Master, your head..." Shanchun raised his hand tremblingly and pointed at the master's forehead. He could not help but be surprised. He saw that a erect wound appeared on Yuanxing's originally smooth forehead, with bright red hair.

Yuan Xing was stunned, raised his hand to stroke the wound on his forehead, and said, "It's just a small injury."

But he didn't use much force, and a piece of his forehead was sunken as Shanchun's scream, as if he had a bone missing.

"This is done for the master himself, it's no big deal." Yuan Xing looked at his apprentice's pale little face and shook his head and smiled.

He said it was relaxed, but his apprentice became more and more worried.

Because Shanchun suddenly remembered the words of Eunuch Yin in winter.

My master once dug up his forehead and took out the relics. At that time, because the situation was tense, he didn't know what the relics mean to the Buddhist children, so he didn't care.

Now he is no longer Wu Xia Amon. How can he be calm after seeing such a strange situation?

Yuan Xing did not look at him anymore, but continued to calm down and recite the scriptures.

One hour later, the two men packed their clothes and set off again.

"Master, where are we going?" When Shanchun said this, his eyes were still staring at the master's forehead, but now the other party's forehead has recovered from whiteness, as if the previous wound was simply an hallucination.

Yuan Xing glared at him, thought for a while before saying, "Go to the south, you have a senior sister who is an official there. I haven't contacted you for two or three years, so it's time to go and have a look."

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There are many villages and towns near the sea, and the natural roads are developed. Yuanxing and Shanchun are traveling south smoothly.

Early in the morning that day, when the two passed a hillside, the cry of children came from their ears. Looking down at the sound, they saw a group of people in white coats standing in front of a grave, silent.

In front of the crowd, a child wearing mourning was heartbroken.

Shanchun, who had always been walking quickly, couldn't help but hear his life experience, and felt sorry for him and stopped.

Just as he was distracted, a warm big hand was caressed on his shoulder.

Shanchun withdrew his gaze and continued to rush forward, but his face was drooping.

After a long time, he asked in a low voice: "Master, what is the purpose of our practice? Is it to abandon all emotions?"

Yuan Xing was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed, but was eventually replaced by a smile. He chuckled and shook his head and said, "No, practice, just to chase a light..."
Chapter completed!