Standing in front of the Taoist temple, Xiao Zhi pushed it gently, and the fragile door shaft made an overwhelming sound, creaking twice, rubbing, and falling down with the door panel...

Dust is flying.

He waved his magic power casually and swept away the dust.

The Taoist temple is very small, and its specifications are similar to the Taoist temple on the mountain "Returning to the Souls", but the one in front of me is even more miserable. The wing room collapsed halfway, and the main hall of the Guanzhong Hall enshrines an image, which is an old man holding a whisk in his hand and wearing a Taoist robe. I don’t know which genre of ancestors it is...

Although the mountain is surrounded by spiritual energy, it may have been too long since the incense was worshipped. This image of the ancestor cannot feel a trace of incense power. Xiao Zhi sighed softly, grabbed the door with his hand, gathering the grass and trees into three slightly green incenses, lit it, inserted it on the incense burner on the desk, and made seals with his hands to worship, saying, "I hope I can escape from this endless cycle of reincarnation as soon as possible..."

Although it is the inheritance received in "Returning to the Soul" and is a little different from this world of immortals and gods, there is no harm in being polite, and you must not forget your roots...

Looking at the image shrouded in smoke, Xiao Zhi looked at the Taoist temple and pondered for a moment.

Chant a mantra in your mouth and grab it with your left and right hands.

The surging magic power surged out, and the gravel bricks on the dilapidated Taoist temple moved one after another, as if there was life, and it was piled up by itself. In just a few minutes, a brand new Taoist temple was built on the spot. Finally, the trees were ambushed, peeled, chopped branches and baked juice, and made a door panel and put them on...

The night is already dark.

He used vines to weave a small shed to block the wind.

Sitting cross-legged inside, starting to absorb spiritual energy to practice. Sleeping for a night is similar to practicing for a night, and you can get enough rest. The latter can increase some mana...

In the new Taoist temple, three incense sticks inserted in the incense burner suddenly fell, the incense head was a little brighter, and three wisps of green smoke gathered into the crack of the door, penetrated into the vine shed, and merged into Xiao Zhi's internal organs with the spiritual energy...

Xiao Zhi's eyes suddenly opened!

He felt a trace of magical power entering his body with the spiritual energy, as if the key opened a door that had been sealed for a long time. His mind was clear and even the difficult-to-understand method of life and death was not that difficult to understand.

Is it rewarded because of good people and good deeds? Thinking of the actions of rebuilding the Taoist temple just now, he made seals with his hands and bowed to the Taoist temple...

As you practice until Yin hour (between 4 o'clock and 5:59).

Suddenly, three unusual auras came from the southeast direction. Xiao Zhi frowned and opened his eyes again. He walked out of the shed to look. The three auras sneaked in the clouds, as if tired, and actually landed on his mountain, turning into three thin little people in yellow clothes, namely one old, one young and one girl...

The wind was strong on the hill, but it could not hide the blood that spread out from their bodies.

The old man in yellow is about 70 or 80 years old, with brown and white hair, hunched back, thin hands and feet, and it will not be surprising that he falls apart when walking. His turbid eyes swept to the reconstruction of Taoist temple, and his pupils shrink violently: "Someone has been here, let's go!"

The woman is the image of a middle-aged woman. When she heard this, she immediately held the hand of the little boy beside her, casting spells on the wreath on the ground with her fingers. The yellow and black smoke rose, over her feet naked, and supported her and the child to slowly float up. Seeing this, the old man also made yellow and black smoke in the same way, and was about to leave...

Unexpectedly, the yellow and black smoke suddenly dissipated under the woman's feet!

My feet fell to the ground with my child. The blue veins on my forehead stormed, and a stream of blood spurted out on the weeds!

She subconsciously hugged the child tightly and looked at the old man: "The monk's magic power has invaded the bone marrow, and I can no longer activate any spells... Dad, take Li'er away."

The old man's face was complicated. He seemed to have made a decision. He didn't talk nonsense. He walked behind the woman, his hands gathered yellow light and slapped him on!!!

A swastika appeared on a woman's back through her clothes. Even those who do not understand Buddhism think it is so compassionate and dignified. Unfortunately, in the eyes of women and old men, this is a death talisman. As the swastika became brighter, the old men gradually lit up one small swastika after another...

There was an inexplicable connection between the swastikas. The big swastika invaded the old man's hands and turned into two small swastikas and moved upwards along his arm, making a sizzling sound, like a soldering iron burning up little by little, making his face ferocious. The woman knew what the old man was doing, and he wanted to use his remaining cultivation to draw out the Buddha seal left by the monk!

There is a barbecue smell in the air.

The woman burst into tears and said, "It is said that all beings are equal, why do the Buddhas and Taoists in the world do not allow me to stand at a glance! Compassion is in the mouth, and the right way is in the name of the right way, but they cannot do the right way of compassionate things!!!"

The old man finally led the swastika out.

He staggered a few steps and sat on the ground, with black smoke rolling in his eyes, ears, mouth, nose and seven orifices, and a little tired: "No need to be sad. I have practiced for more than 130 years, with limited qualifications and a slim fate. I really can't go further. Now that I have been severely injured by the monk, I can't live for three years even if I struggle. It would be more real to give the opportunity to live to you, the younger ones.

But when you meet that monk in the future, he will never let go of the elder Qiansi who is being cute at the feet of the Great Golden Buddha, let alone us, it is really a terrible world, alas..."

The woman's eyes were covered with blood, she no longer cried, sat cross-legged, and used her magic power to treat her injuries. From the beasts who only knew that they had killed in the deep mountains and forests, they had achieved spiritual wisdom and transformed into shape. They suffered too much and saw too much life and death. They thought they were used to it, but after transforming into shape, they lived even more terrified...

The child next to him who had not spoken quietly pulled the corner of the woman's clothes: "Then... there are people there..." He looked like he was eight years old, but his voice was slightly stuttering, as if he had just learned to speak.

The woman and the dying old man both tightened his heart and looked along the child's fingers. There was a small vine shed under the tree not far from the Taoist temple. There was a young man in his twenties! It seemed that he had been standing for a while. The old man fell to the top of the mountain and had sensed it as soon as he saw it. Except for flying insects, there was no fourth person...

This person can avoid sensing, and his cultivation level is probably not low.

It is the breath of human beings, not mountain spirits and ghosts.

What are you thinking? When you reach this point, what is the difference between being a person or something else?

The old man stood up with a crushed body, trembling like a candle in the wind, his voice hoarse: "Take Li'er away, I'll stop him!" The index finger of his right hand gathered a dull yellow light and shot it at the young man!

Nothing happened to the young man. Huang Guang approached a few feet in front of him and disappeared with a bang. There was no expression on his face, but it was even more scary than having an expression! The woman had just been forced to leave Foyin, and she had little magic power to recover. With desperate urging, the yellow and black smoke gathered, but she could not bring her and the child to float up...

Watching them look extremely nervous.

Xiao Zhi was a little confused about what expression to use.

However, he needed more information about this world. After thinking about it, he walked to the old man who could not move, pinched the seal with his right hand, and slapped it hard, which surprised him a little. The golden swastika hit the blow and added a little more magic power. He was shocked, and swastikas of all sizes dissipated from the old man's body...
Chapter completed!