This young monk has such skills?

The woman looked slightly surprised.

In her experience in practicing Taoism, there are very few monks with the inheritance of the divine way.

Most of the monks who can pass on the divine inheritance and learn to a certain extent, can restrain ghosts and kill evil spirits, are old monks with hundreds of years of cultivation, profound cultivation, experienced experience, and extremely profound spiritual consciousness.

Young people can't do it.

Young monks have low cultivation, unstable minds of Taoism, and poor spiritual consciousness. When encountering evil and cruel and traumatic sneakers, they will most likely be able to become ghosts or baits.

So there are some Shinto formation masters who can really come out of the mountain, walk around, and live, all of them are old guys.

The woman looked at the ink painting that was walking out of the disciples of Baihua Valley again, and her eyes were slightly condensed.

This young monk looks only 10 or 20 years old. Where does he come from? Who can he teach him to dispel the ghost thoughts of the deceased?

The woman's expression was silent, her mind was fluctuating, and she repeatedly wanted to catch the young monk, so she could ask clearly.

But she pondered for a moment and gave up.

Once caught, things will be a big deal.

A male cultivator entered Baihua Valley - although this male cultivator was not old and did nothing out of order, he was easily criticized.

It is a sect that is full of women, and these rumors are the most taboo.

Moreover, at a young age, there are very few monks who can master the knowledge of the divine teachings.

And those who can teach such disciples must be extraordinary people.

A monk who is proficient in the way of spiritual thoughts either has a strange mind or a strange means and should not be offended easily.

I remember that he was not a prodigal son who entered the Baihua Valley, nor was he trying to climb flowers and break willows, seek fragrance and color, but to eliminate the sneaky and ensure the safety of the monk. I turned a blind eye for a moment, closed my eyes, and no longer pursued it...

The woman turned around and sat in front of the Tianji plate of Baihua, intending to continue to observe the evolution of Baihua to understand the future of Tianji.

Just after looking closely, the woman's pupils immediately shrank.

The colorful flowers are withering on the Tianji plate where flowers bloom.

But at this time, the speed of flowers withering was significantly slower...

The withered flowers, the black purple and rotting dirt on them, are gradually disappearing.

The pattern of "flowers withering"... has delayed?!

The woman was a little unbelievable for a moment.

It took her nearly a hundred years and tried every means to irreversible the situation of "the withering of flowers" suddenly turned around?

The woman immediately turned her head and looked out of the Baihua Valley from the shelf covered by the fragrance of flowers.

Outside the valley, on the mountain road of the Huatuan Jin tribe.

The figure of the ink painting is getting farther and farther away.

The woman's expression changed a few times, and she was calm again and looked like an iceberg, but her mood was fluctuating.

"Who is this little monk?

"At a young age, with such skills, there must be a master's guidance...Who is his master?"

The woman's heart suddenly trembled and looked at the tall hall next to her by chance.

Above the high hall, a screen was hidden, and a sword was hung in the middle.

The sword returned to the sheath, and the sword pattern was simple, like a treasure that covered all the years and sharpness.

There are two words engraved on it like a silver hook and iron painting:

Longquan.

...

Outside the Baihua Valley.

The ink painting and Hua Qianqian followed the mountain path and left Baihua Valley, and went to Baihua City outside the valley, and returned to Hua Qianqian's cave called "Qianxiangju".

In the cave, Murong Caiyun was still waiting for them.

Seeing that the two of them came back safely, Murong Caiyun breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How is it?"

Hua Qianqian was stunned.

As soon as she entered the door, she felt the yin wind penetrated her mind and fainted for no reason. She didn't know anything about what happened afterwards.

Hua Qianqian could only turn her head and look at the ink painting.

Mo Hua thought about it and said, "It should be fine..."

"Before Senior Sister Jin'er died, there was a lot of resentment left. Now most of the resentment in that room has dissipated..."

But the cause and effect of the evil ghost is entangled in himself.

But Mo Hua didn't say anything about this.

Once it is said, there will be a lot of things to explain, and it will also make Senior Sister Qianqian and Senior Sister Murong worry.

"That's good."

Murong Caiyun nodded, and then she frowned again:

"That Jin'er's death..."

Mo Hua shook her head, "I don't know yet. There must be other hidden information here, but don't worry, I will ask my uncle Diansi from Daotingsi to help check it out. If Senior Sister Jin'er really suffered any grievances, she will definitely be fair."

Murong Caiyun was relieved.

Hua Qianqian also looked grateful and said sincerely:

"Thank you, Junior Sister Mo."

Mo Hua's face turned dark and immediately realized that he was still wearing the Taoist robe of Baihua Valley and combing the hair bun of Baihua Valley, and immediately took off his robe.

Hua Qianqian wanted to stop him but didn't stop him, and said with a look of displeasure:

"You can't wear it for a while..."

She hasn't seen enough yet.

Murong Caiyun, who was beside him, felt a little regretful.

But Mo Hua had already changed back to the Taoist robe of Taixu Sect, and then returned to the "Little Brother" of Taixu Sect who was as clear as jade and had a cool eyes.

It's getting late, Mo Hua is about to return to the sect.

Before leaving, he specifically instructed Hua Qianqian:

"Sister Qianqian, you were disturbed by resentment just now, so you fainted. Within three days, you should focus on resting. Do not worry about your mind and your spiritual consciousness should not be used excessively."

"Then, wear some calm and peaceful jade pendants, burn sandalwood indoors, and eat some light and nourishing things."

"If you find abnormal spiritual consciousness, have nightmares at night, and see strange phantoms, you must tell me as soon as possible."

Hua Qianqian saw Mo Hua's expression solemnly and nodded obediently.

Murong Caiyun looked at Mo Hua with a little surprised look.

"Okay, I'm back." Mo Hua waved his hand.

"Well," Hua Qianqian thought for a while, and then said, "If you have anything to do with Sister Jin'er, you can find me."

"good!"

Ink painting nodded.

...

After that, Mo Hua returned to Taixu Gate.

It was getting late and the disciples lived in it.

Ink painting recalled all the things that happened during the day and thought silently in his heart.

First of all, it is quite troublesome to deal with things like evil spirits.

Inside the sea of ​​consciousness or in the nightmare, your divine consciousness is indeed quite strong.

But in reality, ghosts possess others, or parasitize them in evil things, or for a short period of time, the yin energy wanders in the air.

There is no good idea for me.

Senior Sister Jin'er turned into a half-step "aggressive ghost". After possessing Senior Sister Qianqian, if she had not been afraid of being blocked by herself and dying with her body, she would never be able to settle her old grudges, otherwise she would not have left Senior Sister Qianqian's body.

In this way, Senior Sister Qianqian will be in danger.

Even if you rescue it later, you will have to be seriously damaged.

And I could only watch but couldn't help it.

"It seems that in the Shinto, we need to find a way to learn more about the means of defeating ghosts and suppressing evil spirits..."

Otherwise, if there is a slutty little ghost who will only have a strong sense of divine consciousness, but cannot leave the body and kill, and there will be no way to deal with such little ghosts, that would be too frustrating.
To be continued...