Qin Jiu's three souls and seven souls almost disappeared.
The center of the Sea of Consciousness is also bound by a rune.
If it is forcibly destroyed, his entire sea of consciousness is equivalent to being useless.
Even if it was his trauma, because he lacked his soul and spiritual consciousness, he couldn't heal on his own.
Hearing defending's conjecture, Muyan's eyes burst out with a strong killing intent.
But now is not the time to seek justice from Lingbo Palace.
"Sixth Senior Sister, can Second Senior Brother be saved?"
Muyan said in a deep voice: "Xiaoqi, you go to Manke City with General Wei again."
Luo Yu was stunned: "Now? Why?"
"Do you remember the soul pool?"
Luo Yu thought for a moment, then suddenly rang, "Fourth Senior Sister's mother is going to restore the soul place?"
Muyan nodded: "You and General Wei go to get some water from the soul-nourishing pool, both the second senior brother and that girl Xiaoqing need the soul-nourishing pool to stabilize the soul that is about to be broken. I will stabilize the second senior brother during this time and Xiaoqing's condition."
"Okay, I'll go back quickly!" Luo Yu held Qin Jiu's hand, "Second Senior Brother, you have to wait for me!"
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Man Ke City, outside the Soul Cultivation Pool.
Leng Yumo looked at the little monk who was wearing a turban and a scholar's uniform, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
A blush appeared on Jing Yuan's fair cheeks, and he didn't know how to move his cramped hands and feet.
Subconsciously put my palms together, wanting to say "Amitabha".
"Don't!" Leng Yumo suppressed a smile, and forcefully pressed down his clasped hands, "If you think about it, we'll be screwed. I can't make people believe that I'm going to find a young monk who has nothing to do as a couple, can I?"
Jing Yuan's face turned even redder.
It took a long while to look down at the hand held by Leng Yumo, and stammered: "I, I understand, Nu Shi... girl, please let go, man... can you kiss me or not..."
"Pfft!" Leng Yumo couldn't help laughing again.
I don't know why, although she just met this little monk, she especially likes to tease him.
Especially when he saw him at a loss and his fair cheeks blushing, he couldn't help laughing.
I couldn't help but want to reach out and squeeze.
"I said little monk, didn't you say you wanted to pretend to be a couple with me? You didn't even call me by my name, and you even said that a man and a woman should not kiss each other. How can you make the disciples of the Hongyan Sect who are guarding outside the Soul Cultivation Pool believe it?"
Jing Yuan coughed lightly: "May I ask the girl's name."
"My name is Leng Yumo."
Leng Yumo didn't give in, and used her big knife to draw three characters on the ground.
"Remember, don't make the wrong call in the Soul Cultivation Pond, otherwise you will be seen as a flaw, and you may be kicked out."
The little monk stared at the three words for a long time with his long eyelashes hanging down, before he raised his head and said obediently: "Young monk... cough, I remember."
Leng Yumo thought for a while and said: "Your name is Jingyuan? Is this your dharma name? It doesn't sound like a monk's name! Do you have a lay name? Why don't you change it temporarily?"
Jing Yuan was stunned when he heard this question, his expression was a little dazed, even sad.
Leng Yumo's heart skipped a beat, and she said hastily: "It's fine if you don't remember the layman's name, Jing Yuan is also pretty good, really."
She knew that many young monks were homeless orphans who had been adopted in temples since childhood.
Not knowing one's lay name is quite normal.
Jing Yuan seemed to come back to his senses only at this time, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and he lowered his eyes slightly and said: "It's okay. It's just that no one has asked my lay name for so long that I almost forgot .”
After a pause, he said in a deep voice: "My name is [Blood Moon]. Before I converted to Buddhism, my name was [Blood Moon]."