With the infusion of the aura, Xiao Miao slowly grew up, and gradually no longer needed Yu Zhen's traction, and became able to absorb the surrounding aura on his own.
Yu Zhen took advantage of the situation and stopped it, held it in the air with aura, took out a pottery pot from the pagoda, hesitated, did not use soil, but filled the pot with ordinary soil. Then he poured in a drop of boundless water.
The flowerpot and soil were all ready, he stood up, drew his soul again, and guided the young seedling to float slowly.
"Plants can't grow without soil, I will plant you down now, don't struggle, understand?"
Xiao Miao seemed to understand what he was saying, and the leaves waved, and took the initiative to fall into the flowerpot.
Yu Zhen was busy taking out the tools Yin Yan had bought from the old flower farmer before, carefully digging holes, and planting small seedlings in.
The moment it took root, the aura in the courtyard shook again, and even a strand of golden light flew along the aura and merged into Xiao Miao's body.
Xiao Miao stretched out the branches and leaves comfortably, rubbed Yu Zhen's hands gratefully, and slowly receded his body breath, began to recuperate and concentrate on absorbing the nutrients provided by the boundless water in the soil.
Yu Zhen touched its leaves, then took out the boundless water and carefully dropped a drop in it. He said, "You are still too weak, and the aura you just absorbed is already too large. It is best not to blindly absorb power in the near future, otherwise this plant body It may not be able to bear it."
Xiao Miao waved the leaves again, and its resentment, which was washed away by the aura, was reduced a lot, revealing a gentle and kind side.
Yu Zhen couldn't help but smile, bending over to pick up the pottery basin, carefully covering it with aura so that it would not be hit by the aura that hadn't calmed down around it.
Master Yuanhui and Feng Lao rushed over as soon as they got the news. They did not forget to order people to show Wang Dayi’s courtyard on the way, and urgently opened the protective formation near the small courtyard where Yu Zhen was located to stabilize the breath. So as not to gather the soul of the movement to attract the prying of other monks who do not know the truth.
When they arrived at the courtyard, when the little monk entered the door, everything was calm.
Yu Zhen sat on the swing chair holding the pottery basin, and immediately got up to meet them when they came in.
"Xiaozhen, you said there is something wrong with the evil cultivation, but what did you find?" Feng Lao asked anxiously, not even paying attention to the Xiao Miao in his hand.
Yu Zhen lifted the pottery basin and said, "You can ask him about this. I just barely gathered the spirits of the monks here with Dao seeds, and now he has formed consciousness and can simply communicate."
Only then did Elder Feng noticed the pottery pot in his hand, and his eyes fell on the plant with the spiritual energy floating in it. He was a little confused, and asked: "You... have turned that evil and those monks into this way?"
"I just gave him a vehicle to rely on his soul. When he fully gathers his soul and regains his luck, whether he wants to become a ghost repairer or reenter the cycle of reincarnation, this plant body will not be an obstacle to him." Partially helpful.
Yu Zhen explained briefly.
Master Yuanhui had already sensed the state of Xiao Miao in detail when they were talking, and could not help but said the sound of Buddha, saying: "Saving one's life is better than building a seventh-level Buddha. Xiaoyou Yu is a great kind person."
Speaking, he reached out and took the pottery basin, flicked the prayer beads in his hand, and chanted a few words of Buddhist scriptures, forcing a ray of meritorious light toward the Xiaomiao cover, and at the same time the prayer beads were removed and covered the pottery bowl, slowly rotating with the golden light.
Xiao Miao stretched out the branches and leaves, seeming to be very comfortable with the golden light.
"Thank you, Master Yuanhui."
Suddenly, a clear man's voice came from Xiaomiao's body, and Yu Zhen was taken aback, and it took two seconds to realize that it was the murdered "Xie Xiu" who was speaking.
As the seeder of Xiao Miao, he could only vaguely sense the emotions of the other party before, and could not talk freely. He didn't expect that Master Yuanhui could make Xiao Miao "speak" with his hand.
At the moment of his enlightenment, Master Yuanhui had already asked Xiao Miao about this matter, and called the victimized evil cultivation Yuan Yan.
Speaking of the truth of the murder, Yuan Yan's tone sank, and quickly recounted what happened that day.
It turned out that on the day of the accident, Yuan Yan had already prepared to leave with Master Yuanhui in advance because of something.
On his way to Master Yuanhui's courtyard, he met Wang Dayi, who was sitting in a wheelchair alone in the village to relax. Thinking that the other party was an elder, he took the initiative to greet him. Wang Dayi was also very kind, and talked with him along the way, listened to him to leave, and said that he would give him some small things.
Yuan Yan didn't receive any merits, and insisted on rejecting it, but Wang Dayi was deadlocked, and he gave up after saying a few regrets. After Yuan Yan bid farewell to leave, Wang Dayi first nodded, and then embarrassedly said that his assistant did not know what he was doing, and now he is not here to pick him up to the hospital, hoping that Yuan Yan can send him back.
This was a trivial matter, and the elders personally spoke again, Yuan Yan nodded in response, and sent Wang Dayi back to the hospital.
"As a result, after being admitted to the hospital, I don’t know what evil method he used. He quickly suppressed my cultivation base, restrained my hands and feet, and put a strange magic weapon on me. After that, I didn’t know anything. When I wake up again, I am full of suffocation and I am locked in this small courtyard."
Yuan Yan paused when he said this, and his tone became lower, and continued: "Last night, I was conscious for a short period of time. I used the last magic weapon to suppress my evil spirits. I wanted to find someone to tell the truth and ask for help. As a result, I was a fat middle-aged man. He suddenly appeared and moved his hand at me. After his death, he tried to burn my soul with real fire. I was unwilling to let go of most of my soul. When he was too in a hurry to check, he left a trace of resentment, hope Someone found out the truth and avenged me."
When Xiao Miao said this, she leaned in Yu Zhen's direction, instinctively intimacy and grateful.
Old Feng had a deep sullen face when he heard Wang Dayi's name. At this time, after listening to the whole process, he gritted his teeth and asked: "What is the appearance of the middle-aged fat man? What are the characteristics?"
Xiao Miao moved, and replied: "The appearance is very kind, and he was blinded in one eye, just like Wang Dayi."
Same as Wang Dayi? According to him, it was Wang Dayi himself!
Elder Feng rushed into the crown, his body surged, and angrily said: "What a dying person, if you know a mistake, he will correct it! He actually lied to us for decades! What a misfortune for the teacher! I also blame my dim eyes! Little monk Yuan, The old man will go and seek justice for you!"
After speaking, he turned and rushed towards Wang Dayi's courtyard.
Seeing that he was so uncomfortable, Master Yuanhui frowned slightly, and with a movement of spiritual energy in his hand, the Buddha beads lifted into the sky again, this time directly magnifying the entire villa. The surrounding spiritual energy began to surge wildly, and fog gathered from the mountains toward the villa. A layer of light gold mask covered with talisman paper patterns appeared out of thin air, slowly spreading out with the Buddha beads as the center, covering the entire villa.
There was a white mist outside the cover, and the scenery outside the village was completely invisible.
"Mountain protection formation?" Yuan Yan said in surprise, his tone faintly excited.
Master Yuanhui said another Buddha's name, handed the pottery basin to Yu Zhen's hand, bent over and performed a Buddhist ceremony, and said: "Thank you, little friend Yu, take care of Yuan Yan one or two, and wait for Lao Na to clear the obstacles before picking him up."
Yu Zhen hurriedly avoided his salute, hugged the pot, nodded, and accepted the job.
Master Yuanhui also hurried away. Yu Zhen and Xiao Miao in the pottery had wide-eyed eyes. They couldn't directly call Nihility to contact Yin Yan, so they asked euphemistically, "Do you want to see it?"
Without the help of Master Yuanhui, Yuan Yan became unable to speak again, and only swayed the branches and leaves when he heard the words, but moved a little eagerly.
It seems that I really want to see the excitement.
Yu Zhen glanced at the direction where Wang Dayi's courtyard was, touched the white jade pagoda with Magu between his wrists, and walked towards that side.
Anyone who is not blind can see such a big movement in the guardian formation.
The monks in the village were all disturbed. They came out and saw Master Yuanhui’s doormen Qi Qi rushing towards Wang Dayi’s yard. It seemed that something major had happened. They were shocked. After talking to each other and asking why they were fruitless, they also gathered in twos and threes. past.
Yu Zhen was in the crowd watching the lively monks, and as soon as he arrived near Wang Dayi's courtyard, he saw Feng Lao angrily rushing out of the wide open courtyard door, holding a small puppet in his hand, and seemed to be empty.
"Let him run!" Old Feng raised the puppet in his hand, locked it with a sharp aura, and asked, "Where did Wang Dayi go!"
The little puppet shook his head in horror, struggling violently, and exploded with a bang.
Old Feng was injured, but he had no time to take care of it. He threw the puppet fragments on the ground. He looked at Master Yuanhui who was a step back and said: "You opened the mountain guard formation and sent someone to guard Wang Dayi's yard before. He should I haven't traveled far, I'm still in the village, search!"
Master Yuanhui nodded, looked at the monks who were watching the excitement, poured spiritual energy into the voice, and said: "The real evil cultivator has been uncovered. It is Wang Dayi who lives in this courtyard. He is now hiding in the village. Please go there. Assemble in the hall, do not act alone, lest Wang Dayi takes advantage of it."
The monks were in an uproar.
Wang Dayi is an evil cultivator? That kind and kind-hearted old man is actually an evil cultivator
Yu Zhen didn't expect that even if Yin Yan came to watch, Wang Dayi ran away, frowning, and just about to go to the hall, he heard Yin Yan's voice transmission.
[An old tree in the south courtyard, "Wang Dayi" was trapped there by me. 】
Yu Zhen was certain, seeing that everyone had already started to follow Master Yuanhui’s instructions to the hall, and walked out hurriedly, and found Master Yuanhui and Feng Lao, and said, "I was afraid that Yin Yan would see something wrong before gathering souls. Let him go back to our yard first. Now Wang Dayi is running away. I'm afraid he will hurt ordinary people by jumping the wall in a hurry. I want to go back and pick up Yin Yan, this pottery..."
"I'll take care of you first." Old Feng suppressed his anger and took the pottery basin. After thinking about it, he called Bo Xiu and said, "Don't act alone, let Bo Xiu accompany you."
Master Yuanhui also called Shi Qingyuan, who was arranging the search for people, and asked him to accompany Yu Zhen on a trip.
Yu Zhen didn't refuse, and the group of three hurriedly walked towards the south courtyard against the flow of people. Yu Zhen had been listening to Yin Yan's sound transmission, so he didn't speak quietly all the way, and hurried away calmly.
Upon seeing this, Bo Xiu thought he was worried, and soothed: "Xiaozhen, don't worry, this mountain protection formation has a certain inhibitory effect on all evil things, and Mr. Yin is very smart and will be fine."
Yu Zhen returned to his senses and nodded, but still did not speak.
Seeing him so uneasy, Bo Xiu guessed that he was really emotional with Yin Yan, a little bit sighed, and persuaded: "Xiaozhen, don't blame Uncle Xiu for talking too much, since you have decided to be with Mr. Yin, the most It's better to reveal some of your identity to him, and concealing it like this is not a long-term solution."
This is a real heart-wrenching remark. Yu Zhen just finished listening to Yin Yan’s request, and his expression warmed, nodded, and replied: "I know, this time I brought him to the villa. Let him discover something by himself, paving the way for the subsequent confession, and I will tell him when I return home safely this time."
Bo Xiu's expression also eased, and he said, "That's good, if there is a problem, Feng Feng and I can also help you explain one or two."
"Thank you Uncle Xiu."
The two ended the conversation and continued on their way. Shi Qingyuan walked a step behind them, turning his eyes back and forth in front of them, and fell forward to the south.
As soon as they turned into the southern courtyard, they saw a fat middle-aged half-blind man with a black breath hovering under the old tree by the wall, seeming to want to break through the barrier and leave. Not far from his feet, one was carrying The bloody man was lying face-down, not knowing his life or death.
At a glance, Yu Zhen could see that the person lying on the ground was Yin Yan. Seeing that he had blood on his body, his brain exploded in an instant. He forgot Yin Yan's previous instructions to transmit the sound to the secret, and went over there without thinking about it. He rushed forward and called out anxiously: "Yin Yan!"
Bo Xiu and Shi Qingyuan were also shocked. One hurriedly stepped forward to resist Wang Dayi, who rushed toward him after hearing the movement. One hurriedly called to call someone, and at the same time gave Yu Zhen and Yin Yan a protective barrier.
"Two yellow-mouthed children also dare to come over and touch me and take my life!" Wang Dayi's expression was grim, his suffocation soared, and he suddenly drew a blood-red whip and drew it forcefully towards Bo Xiu who was rushing over!
"Soul whip refining?!"
Bo Xiu was shocked and hurriedly avoided the blow, and said to Yu Zhen, who had already picked up Yin Yan, "Xiao Zhen, go! Take Mr. Yin away first. He is injured. Be careful to take advantage of the opportunity!"
"Then please ask Uncle Xiu here." Yu Zhen's expression was tense, his hands were shaking, and Yin Yan was supported with aura, and he ran to the Fenglao courtyard opposite the arch bridge, away from the evil spirit.
After confirming that they were safe, Shi Qingyuan immediately retracted the enchantment and rushed forward to fight with Wang Dayi.
In this corner of the South Yard, evil spirits and spiritual energy were mixed for a while, causing the ancient branches and leaves next to them to sway, flying sand and rocks on the ground, and the scenes were fantasy comparable to movies.
After a while, Master Yuanhui and Feng Lao who received the news rushed to him with others. Seeing the young version of Wang Dayi, Feng Lao remembered his old and weak a few days ago, and felt extremely hated in his heart, and saw him again. The evil spirit was so strong that it almost turned into a black ball, and his expression sank completely. With a move of his palm, he took out a whisk, and his spirit vibrated. He stepped forward to force Bo Xiu and Shi Qingyuan back, and confronted Wang Dayi alone.
Upon seeing this, Master Yuanhui waved his hand to release a protective barrier that cut off evil spirits, then took out a long string of Buddhist beads, sat cross-legged on the spot, and started to mobilize the mountain protection formation.
Clouds and mists floated outside the formation, and the talisman paper patterns on the formation began to glow in bursts, sprinkling towards the inside of the village.
In the Fenglaoyuan, Yu Zhen, who was anxiously checking the situation of Yin Yan's wound, shook his body instantly, and his body surged with aura, and suddenly he spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes slowly losing focus.
"Yu Zhen!"
Yin Yan hurriedly sat up and waved his hand to close the courtyard gate, hugged Yu Zhen's soft body, first stuffed him with a ball, and then separated him from the golden light of the mountain protection formation with aura, frowned, and looked up at the big Array, eyes deep.
Thousands of calculations, he alone missed that the current cultivation world actually has such a powerful anti-evil formation, and there is really someone who can successfully launch it.
Don't stay long, Yu Zhen can't hold it.
Yu Zhen reluctantly maintained Qingming, grabbing his arm, weakly asked: "I...what's wrong with me, my body hurts... Yin Yan, your injury..."
Yin Yan told him before using the sound transmission to enter the secret that he was planning to use fake injuries to prepare for his departure from the village. The real Wang Dayi had actually been captured by him and locked into the mustard space. Zou Chengjing could not be found, and it seemed that Wang Dayi was transferred ahead of time. No, the raging "Wang Dayi" outside is a fake, just a puppet used to fool Master Yuanhui and the others.
But the bloody smell he just smelled was absolutely true, and Yin Yan really hurt himself.
"Do not talk."
Yin Yan helped him wipe off the blood on the corners of his lips, wiped away the traces of blood on the ground with a wave of his hand, and glanced at the clouds floating outside, suddenly raised his hand to cover Yu Zhen's eyes, and said, "Go to sleep, get some sleep. Everything is over."
A warm spirit poured over, Yu Zhen's consciousness began to become hazy, and the burning pain in her body also subsided a little, and she insisted on calling: "Yin Yan... I don't..."
"Hey, go to sleep."
The lips were kissed, and the warm spirit suddenly drifted towards the small bud that had fallen from the dantian. Yu Zhen's eyelashes flicked, and his consciousness completely disappeared.
Shi Qingyuan, who was protecting Master's Dharma, seemed to feel a little bit, and turned his head to look at Feng Lao's courtyard.
"Qingyuan, concentrate." Master Yuanhui reminded.
When Shi Qingyuan returned to his senses, seeing Wang Dayi's evil spirit soaring again, he hurriedly closed his eyes and concentrated on protecting the Fa.
With the warm body around him, Yu Zhen's consciousness was ups and downs, and in a daze he realized that he had become a cool mist floating in the mountains, hovering outside the golden light cover, faintly seeing the fuzzy image inside the cover.
There was a black mist surging crazily in the cover, a hideous evil thing roared in the black mist, and the blood whip in his hand was waving, fierce and terrifying.
It really looks like it.
He couldn't help but shifted his gaze to the monks who gathered together to fill up the righteous indignation and crusade against evil things, and inexplicably expressed such emotion.
It's so like, they all want to exterminate demons, they all want to kill me, how about you
Will you kill me? Why are you approaching me
The fight became more and more intense, and the old man who was fighting with the evil thing injured his arm and suddenly changed his face.
"No! He loses his mind and is about to blew himself up!"
The old man yelled, motioning the crowd to step back and said, "Trap him! Use the formation! You can't let him die like this. His technique is different, and it can hide the essence of evil cultivation, so the secret must be dug out!"
The secret must be dug up.
The consciousness that had been fading away suddenly became clear. The short-haired monks wearing shirts and trousers in their hoods turned into groups of long robes and long hair, holding various magic weapons, and he replaced the evil whip. Wu, standing alone opposite everyone like a clown stripped of his clothes, was limp on the ground, and was drawn out of his body.
"As an evil thing, you are deliberately trying to steal the righteous magic weapon and become a fairy. It's really overwhelming. It's ridiculous!"
"Say! Where did you snatch the requiem bell and the brake buckle! What is your purpose to cover up your evil spirit and break into this place!"
"You are a trash who was expelled from the teacher's door, and why did you hold the jade card that I asked Tianzong in and out of! Who gave you this!"
"kill him!"
"kill him!"
"kill!"
No, he didn't steal the righteous magic weapon, the requiem bell and the shackle were given by the master, and the cultivation method was also given by the master. He didn't steal anything, no! Asking Tianzong’s jade medal, that is obviously the jade medal for body protection given to him by the master, what does it have to do with Asking Tianzong!
Break into here? Why does he want to break? Master brought him here. He just wanted to go out today to prepare a birthday gift for Master.
Who is going to kill him? Who dares to kill him! This life was saved by Master, and no one except Master in this world would want to kill him! Everyone is qualified to scold him for evil things, only those who ask Tianzong can't! Only to make him ask Tianzong this way!
Killing this group of respectable monks, killing this group of Buddha-mouthed and snake-hearted hypocrites, killing them, can't let the master know that he has such a past.
A person wearing a disciple's suit from Tianzong rushed to the front and pointed at him with righteous indignation. He clenched his hands, his heart surged with murderousness, and his reason was at risk.
"The Sovereign is here!"
"Sect Master! We found an evil thing that stole the magic weapon of the sect!"
"Sect Master, today is your birthday celebration, this evil thing should take the opportunity to get in, it's damn it!
"Sect Master, we will deal with him!"
The people around him suddenly became agitated, and they were talking to one person in a whisper, without the power of Da Nengxianchang, it seemed that they had encountered a child of a private school teacher.
"What evil thing."
He was taken aback for a moment with the slightly cool voice from far to near, and then he looked up in disbelief.
There are people wearing white robes with gold rims strolling down from the clouds, with a restrained aura, but no one can ignore his strength.
"He is the disciple of the deity, you should all call it a master."
The visitor walked straight to him, bent over and touched his face, first suppressed his suffocation, then turned to block him firmly behind him, facing a group of unbelievable great power immortals, or In a calm tone, what he said was like thunder in his ears.
"From today onwards, whoever dares to call Yuzhen a wicked thing, the clan system will deal with it."
In an uproar, he raised his head and looked at the figure in front of him who was clearly familiar, but felt very far away. His gaze slowly moved down and landed on his unfamiliar golden-rimmed white robe, his fingers stretched out almost tremblingly. He opened the corner of his robe.
The simple and majestic "Wen Tian" is very clear. He raised his head again, his eyes flushed and his palms clenched tightly.
"What Sect Master?" He said in a dumb voice, his voice inaudible.
The person with his back to him clearly heard it, and the figure paused and looked back.
"Who are you? Who are you asking Tianzong?"
The man with his back to him didn't speak, turned around and squatted down, and reached over.
"No, don't touch me." He avoided his hand, full of Huang Liang's dream-like absurdity, looking straight into his eyes, his teeth almost bite out of blood, and he asked deeply: "What are you doing? who is it?"
Is it a lifesaver? Is it a kind-hearted elder? Was it the best master in this world, or... the culprit that made him fall here