Hongjun, I am a drug planter

"Brother, I can see it too."

"But, if you are not willing, what can you do?"

Hua Xin used her unique voice to chime in with her senior brother.

"Yes, Hua'er, what can I do then?"

He Tong skillfully stroked Hua Xin's hair.

In my heart, think of a solution.

"Hua'er, tell me, is there any way to make these ghosts lose their memory?"

"That way, they won't remember anything and won't mess up when they reincarnate."

"In this way, the task of the leader can be completed."

"The master can find us a teacher's wife."

Hua Xin felt the warm palm of her senior brother.

Touching her long hair.

Listen to what my brother said.

Then he smiled like a flower.

Happily blooming.

Like a real flower in full bloom.

"Even if what the senior brother said, there must be some way to make these ghosts lose their memories of their previous lives."

"Hua'er, I think that if I stay in this ghost world all the time, I will definitely not be able to find a solution, but you and I must have someone who stays here."

"In case the leader or master comes back, there will be someone to explain the reason to them."

"Okay brother, everything you say is right."

Ke Huaxin immediately thought of something.

With a sad face on his face, he said, "Brother, what do you mean, you want to separate from me?"

"But Xiaohua doesn't want to leave senior brother, ever since she can remember."

"I am attached to you for life."

"When I was three, you were four."

"Brother, do you still remember? You took me in when I was four years old."

"But the good times didn't last long. Only two years later, that is, when I was five years old, monsters came to the village."

"Father and mother were eaten by monsters. After that, you took me and fled around, and finally joined Tang Pingjiao, your second home."

"We were accepted as apprentices by the master."

"In this way, your life and mine will start to get better."

"You and I have lived together for 12 years."

"Hua'er doesn't want to leave senior brother."

Hetong looked at his junior sister, who was usually weak and weak.

Unexpectedly, some pity arose.

But once I think of the master's kindness to them.

Thinking of the way Empress Houtu deliberately made things difficult.

He Tong couldn't fail.

You can't embarrass the master and the leader.

"Hua'er, I don't want to be separated from you either."

"But do you still remember who gave us food when we were dying of starvation?"

"Who gave us clothes and shelter?"

"Who is taking care of you and me like your own father?"

"It's the master!"

"The master not only loves us very much, but also gives us the exercises to practice."

"Let us embark on the road of cultivation, a bright road leading to immortals."

"We have to face these problems ourselves, because we will have to solve more troubles for the masters and leaders in the future."

"This is the way they cultivated us."

Hetong's resolute heart overcame his sympathy for his junior sister.

Hua Xin looked at the senior brother who had the word "resolute" written all over his face.

My heart also softened.

"Okay, brother, you are right."

"That's how it is, brother, you are responsible for going out to find a solution, I believe brother will succeed."

"I'll be here waiting for my brother."

"But senior brother, once you find a solution, you have to come back to find Hua'er!"

Hua Xin's big eyes instantly looked at the resolute He Tong with tears in his eyes.

"Junior sister, don't worry, I will definitely go back."

"As long as I find a way, I'll come and take you back to Tang Pingjiao."

"At that time, we will continue to practice in the church."

"Yeah okay, senior brother, you can go."

While saying goodbye, Hua Xin held onto Hetong's hand not to let go.

However, there is always a difference between people.

With determination, Hetong left the ghost world and went back to the wilderness to find a way to make ghosts lose their memory.

Hua Xin looked at Hetong's gradually disappearing figure, and murmured.

"Brother, you said you wanted to marry me, we agreed, as long as you cultivate to the immortal realm."

"Let's become Taoist couples with each other, and live happily in the prehistoric world."
"You must come back as soon as possible!"

Hua Xinzai lived next to the Six Paths of Samsara.

Hetong immediately returned to the prehistoric world.

Inquired about nearby villages.

Found the direction.

They started to rush to Tang Pingjiao.

Human beings can be seen everywhere in the prehistoric world.

However, most humans are still weak.

In the same way, the powerful Yaozu despised these humans.

But the weak Yaozu is the majority of the Yaozu.

Therefore, humans and monster races have launched a long and arduous struggle.

In fact, not only the monster race, but also the ghost race.

There are also all kinds of monsters.

Immortals enslave humans to do things for them.

The three major sects accepted disciples from the human race, and the human race who were accepted as apprentices were very grateful.

As everyone knows, this is Sanqing being punished, and the lower realms have come to accompany the immortal officials to cross the tribulation.

The three major teachings don't care whether your monster race or ghost race harms the human race.

Anyway, there are enough human races and they reproduce fast enough.

For the descendants of the ancient demon race, the only ones that are useful are the human race who have cultivated into immortals.

Devouring immortals is beneficial to their cultivation.

Not to mention the ancient protoss, there is no such thing as a dragon.

Gods, demons, immortals, demons, ghosts, monsters, and spirits all step on the stepping stone of the human race.

developing their own power.

The human race itself is still in civil strife.

There is no unity like the witch clan.

Therefore, Hetong was on his way back to Tang Pingjiao.

It's not simple.

On this day, Hetong flew in the sky.

I saw a bird overflowing with aura.

Flower head, white mouth shell, red claws.

He held a small stone in his mouth.

But towards the sea to the east, throw in.

The little bird kept throwing stones and branches towards the East China Sea.

Hetong didn't know what the little bird was doing.

Cast a spell at random.

Caught the bird in his hand.

The little bird was still struggling.

However, an old man in a coir raincoat appeared out of nowhere.

"Who are you, return my daughter to me."

This old man obviously has a much higher level of cultivation than Hetong.

If Xu Ruo is here.

It will definitely come out.

This old man is a real immortal.

"I am a member of the Tang Ping Sect."

"Dare to ask the old man, who are you?"

"I?"

In the cloudy eyes of the old man.

It seems to recall countless past events.

But seeing the little bird in Hetong's hand.

His eyes suddenly became very doting.

That's right, pampering.

"I'm an old man who lost his daughter."

"I used to be a healer who saved lives."

"But I found that I couldn't even save my own daughter."

"I'm just an old man looking around for a doctor now."

"I just want to live my daughter."

Hetong heard the old man and looked at the bird in his hand.

Return the little bird to the old man directly.

Then he said, "Is that the bird?"

"Or, you can follow me to join the Tang Ping Sect. My leader is a man of God. Maybe there is a way to help you."

"Really? I'll join now. You say, as long as I can save my daughter, I can join in any teaching."

The old man said excitedly.