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"Duhua is to save you from the sufferings of this life and create good fortune for you in the next life." Jiang Xiaole looked at the jade plaque. There was a line of words on it like an LED light sign, which said something about duhua.

Jiang Xiaole smiled when he saw this sign. The little monk didn't speak, but used his spiritual power to form words. Jiang Xiaole thought of the earth, and felt relaxed and funny in his heart.

Zhao Desheng was a little scared, but he thought about it and looked at Jiang Xiaole and the young monk. He knew that if he didn't choose today, he would have no choice but to continue wandering in this place where he lost his mind and turned into a ghost.

"Two gods, I have one last request." As soon as the same words came out, Jiang Xiaole thought of what Wan Changfeng said before, so he nodded, and the young monk nodded in the same way to indicate that he could continue.

Zhao Desheng then continued: "The two gods are masters, and Gu Changqiu is a heinous person. If you two really go to the Tomb of Heroes, I think you will definitely meet Gu Changqiu. Many of my comrades are under Gu Changqiu's command. Working hard, a powerful army of ghost soldiers has been formed at this time. I hope you can help me and save as many of my comrades as possible so that they can escape from pain and control as soon as possible."

After hearing this, Jiang Xiaole could only say: "I will do my best. I don't know the final result. This is the maximum I can promise you."

Such an answer already made Zhao Desheng very satisfied.

He slowly faded away in the soft light waved by the monk. Many ghost soldiers in the distance also slowly dissipated in the air and entered reincarnation in the light emitted by Buddhist beads and wooden sticks. .

Jiang Xiaole was very curious about reincarnation, and also about Buddhism's ability to save people. He stood aside and watched. He originally wanted to hear the young monk speak, but he had always used Buddhist magic, a special one. Chanting Buddhist sutras can accomplish all this.

The terrifying ghosts just now all showed smiles at the last moment. They had feelings and their own ideas, and finally no longer had to be puppets.

After the transformation was over, it was already early in the morning and it would be dawn soon. Jiang Xiaole looked at the young monk and said, "Master, please be patient. Li is on his way."

Jiang Xiaole wanted to go to the Tomb of Heroes, but this monk didn't seem to have a purpose. It was very strange that he would transform into a ghost when he saw it.

Zhao Desheng said that after passing through the ancient battlefield and the burial ground, he would reach his destination. This was the same as what Wan Changfeng said, and it seemed that he was not lying.

Jiang Xiaole confirmed that he was on the right path and worked even harder when he was on his way.

The surrounding mountains have changed obviously. The ups and downs are much steeper than before. Moreover, the mountains here are rolling and the plains are not visible, which makes Jiang Xiaole dislike it very much.

What made him feel even more wrong was that there was a person following him: "I wonder why Master wants to go with me?"

The little monk held the jade plaque in his hand and walked towards Jiang Xiaole with a smile.

Jiang Xiaole looked at the scrolling writing: The Tomb of Heroes is also my destination, and I want to go with you.

"My name is Shanxin, what's your name?"

Jiang Xiaole is a person who is used to being withdrawn and is not a particularly good friend. He rarely travels in groups with others. The Sun sisters earlier are a good example, but this little monk gives people a particularly simple and pure feeling. , looking at his smile, Jiang Xiaole didn't know why, he wanted to refuse, but he couldn't say it.

Finally, he smiled bitterly and said, "I am Jiang Xiaole."

He had deliberately given a false surname before, but now he suddenly said his real name, feeling regretful that he shouldn't have done so.

Looking at this monk, the natural alertness and vigilance seemed to disappear.

He looked at the kind-hearted monk opposite. He smiled happily and showed Jiang Xiaole the jade plaque again: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, your Demon-Conquering Pestle is so beautiful. Can I have a look?"

A cultivator's treasures and magic weapons are the most personal items. If they are not at the level of spiritual weapons and get into the hands of others, they will probably become someone else's treasure. Therefore, the practice of borrowing magic weapons has never happened to Jiang Xiaole. This is the first time.

Jiang Xiaole was disgusted at first, but he still willingly handed him the Demon-Conquering Pestle. After Shanxin read it, he said, "There are a lot of Sanskrit words on it, and I don't recognize them. I..."

The writing on the jade plaque kept flashing. The young monk didn't know if it was because of the special technique, or if it was because he hadn't spoken for a long time. He kept talking about it endlessly. Jiang Xiaole was a little helpless. He actually found the chatty monk he knew so cute...

"Master, if you don't recognize it, don't recognize it. Why don't you study it carefully after the branding is done?" Jiang Xiaole asked him to imprint the words on it, which allowed him to use his spiritual power to control his demon-subduing pestle. This would be the case for ordinary strangers. If he did, Jiang Xiaole would probably lose the chance to take back the Demonic Pestle, but he had no idea of ​​putting up any defense against this monk.

After Shanxin imprinted those words, he returned the Demon-Conquering Pestle to Jiang Xiaole. Jiang Xiaole asked: "Master, is this magic that you can't speak from your sect's magic? Or was it taught to you by a virtuous and eminent monk?"

Shanxin said: "I know it since I was a child. I have learned it since I was born."

Jiang Xiaole was stunned, and the movement of his spiritual energy almost stopped and he almost fell from the air. He looked at Shanxin in shock, saying that the spell of Fa Sui was brought out from the mother's womb. Is this still a human being?

"Have you never spoken since you were a child?"

Shanxin nodded. A normal person lived like a mute. If someone else was asked this question, he would definitely be unhappy. Shanxin didn't have it. He said with a smile: "I don't know, I was picked up by the master." After arriving at the mountain gate, many terrible things happened, and I never spoke again. The master taught me to become what I am now."

It is rude to inquire about the life experience of someone you have just met. Jiang Xiaole did not continue to ask, so he changed the subject and said: "Master, have you always been in the mountain gate and never come out?"

"Ah? You, have you seen me?"

Jiang Xiaole chuckled, looked at Shan Xin's appearance and shook his head helplessly, and then said to him seriously: "Master, you can't tell others about your life experience, and no matter who it is, you can't tell anyone. You have to tell the other person your details, because there are good people and bad people in this world, and they may take advantage of you or harm you, so you have to be careful with your words and actions."

Jiang Xiaole likes to teach others. The Liu family and the Fourth Highness have shown this before. Now he met the young monk's kindness. Naturally, he couldn't miss the opportunity.

But just as he was about to give a long speech, he saw Shanxin put the jade sign in front of Jiang Xiaole: "You, are you a good person or a bad person?"