Before today, Jiang Xinrui never knew what extra abilities the little mirror in her arms had, let alone that they could still communicate.
And now not only can they communicate with each other, but they can even communicate with her independently with their divine sense
"Little master, I just said that as the strength of the little master increases, my ability will also become stronger!"
"We surrendered the flesh together, and its power was absorbed by me! I will naturally become stronger, and I can communicate with the little master independently. When our strength becomes stronger and stronger, I can transform into a form , is no longer a still life.”
"So, little master, please do your best!"
Ku Yue's voice was very joyful, as if she met her future immediately, she was very excited.
"That is to say, you may turn into a living person and stand in front of me and talk about me? Isn't that right?"
Jiang Xinrui's footsteps paused for a moment, but then accelerated forward again.
She has not forgotten He Sizhe's physical condition.
"Er... young master, do you find me annoying?"
"Your current ability can't completely shield my spiritual consciousness. When your strength becomes stronger, you can also dispatch me at will."
Ku Yue replied with some embarrassment.
It didn't know how long it had been holding back before it saw the light of day again! Finally met the little master, naturally talked a lot, didn't expect it to be disgusted
"It's good to know, when you don't ask you, be quiet for a while."
Jiang Xinrui said.
dry moon...
"Excuse me, little master, is Master Wangchen there?"
Seeing Zhaojue Temple getting deserted day by day, Jiang Xinrui was puzzled. After walking for a long time, she found a young monk and asked where Xie Dongyang was.
And since entering Zhaojue Temple, Jiang Xinrui has not felt the breath of Chifeng, including the breath of Wanfeng, and Jiang Xinrui has not felt it either.
"Amitabha, benefactor, Zhaojue Temple is no longer open to the public, Master Wangchen is also practicing, what can you do with Master Wangchen?"
The little monk is still young, and he looks about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a tiger head and a tiger brain, and his eyes are sincere.
"When did Zhaojue Temple close to the public?"
"Forget it, you don't need to answer, Master Wangchen and I are old acquaintances, you tell him that Jiang Xinrui asked him for help, I want to ask him to save the resentful soul!"
Jiang Xinrui heard the young monk in front of him say that Zhaojue Temple is not open to the public, which was a little strange, but then he thought about it, and he should first solve the problem of the resentful soul in He Sizhe.
Especially seeing the young monk's expression of not knowing how to answer, Jiang Xinrui didn't seem to be embarrassing him.
"Then benefactor, wait a moment. Master Wangchen has been in retreat for a long time. I'll ask the host."
After the little monk finished speaking, he turned and went to find the host.
The three of Jiang Xinrui were left standing in the courtyard.
"What did you see in Zhaojue Temple?"
Jiang Xinrui turned her head and followed Ling Shujun's eyes, asking seemingly unintentionally.
"I... don't know if I read it wrong, I always feel that Zhaojue Temple is a bit cold, and there is a chilly atmosphere under the Buddha's light."
"I can't tell where it came from, but it's similar to the breath I saw in Baize Town."
Ling Shujun hugged He Sizhe, his eyes kept rolling. He wanted to say that this place was a little different, but Ling Shujun didn't dare to say it.
He has been warned by Jiang Xinrui more than once, how dare Ling Shujun talk nonsense.
Even when he said this, Ling Shujun watched Jiang Xinrui's reaction and said it. If she felt unhappy, then he wouldn't say it.
After all, this place is different, but Chifeng is here...
But it's strange, why didn't Chifeng come out