Come and clean me up!

"Please, please give me some. My father is waiting for life-saving money at home." A girl with braids squatted on the ground, with a broken bowl in front of her, and cast a hopeful look at the passers-by on the street.

She was dirty all over, and her watery eyes were full of tears, looking around pitifully.

At this time, a shadow was cast in front of her, and the girl looked up, it was a young monk.

Shangui squatted down, took out three copper plates and put them in the broken bowl: "Amitabha, female benefactor, I only have these, you take it."

The girl choked with sobs, reached out and grabbed Shangui's sleeve: "Little Master, can you save my father, he is sick."

Monks should not have too much contact with the female benefactor, Shangui thought to himself, pulled back his sleeves, and said softly: "What's wrong, why don't you do this, I'll let you go and have a look."

The girl's curled eyelashes drooped, covering her flickering pupils, and she replied softly, "Yes."

Shangui followed the girl all the way, crossed several streets, gradually left the crowded place, and arrived at a dark alley.

The girl was in front, and said softly: "Little Master, I have caused you trouble."

Shangui smiled slightly on his immature Qingjun face: "The monks are merciful, and the master asked me to accumulate more merits. If I can help the benefactor, that would be great."

The girl's footsteps paused slightly, she turned her head and pursed her lips, and her crisp voice rang like a light bell: "Little Master is so kind."

As soon as the girl finished speaking, a flute sounded like weeping and complaining in the dark alley.

Shan Gui frowned, strode forward, and protected the girl behind him: "Hold on, benefactor, there is a difference here."

The girl seemed to be terrified, timidly shrunk her figure, and looked towards the dark front: "Little Master, why do I feel uncomfortable listening to this flute sound?"

Shangui immediately radiated his spiritual power, covering the girl's side with a layer of golden light: "Sorrow, it's okay."

Shangui had a sullen face, chanting the Buddha's mantra nervously, he had heard the name of the sad soul, he had to concentrate on fighting the enemy, otherwise he would find an opportunity to take advantage of it, and he would be in great trouble.

It doesn't matter to him, but if he hurts the innocent female benefactor behind him, it will be his fault.

Mo Yusheng came from the dark, put down his hands, and sighed: "What kind of bad luck have I had recently, my mourning soul is like a piece of shit, no one can beat it, let alone that person, this Twelve-Third Even a young monk who is [-] years old can resist it, my face, slap..."

"Pfft!" Suddenly, Ren Wuya's pupils shrank, and he spat out blood.

Mo Yusheng squeezed his shoulder: "What's wrong with you?"

Ren Wuya was overwhelmed, he suddenly noticed something, and shouted: "Someone is watching me, he is coming, hurry up!"

When Mo Yuansheng heard about it, he stopped laughing, looked around behind Chaoshan, and played a song of mourning.

Shangui's face was heavy, knowing that the other party was going to do his best, he cast three golden curses in succession, forming an indestructible barrier to protect him and the woman behind him.

Noticing that there was no movement behind her for a while, Shangui thought she was afraid, so she turned her head and comforted her: "Don't worry, he can't break mine..."

A blood-stained dagger passed through his dantian quickly, Shan Gui was shocked, vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Xuan Ling's figure flickered, and she returned to her real body.

She squatted down, and under Shangui's unbelievable gaze, she sighed faintly.

Mo Yusheng came over: "It's so easy to get it, it's much easier than I imagined."

Xuanling stretched out his hand, and slowly closed Shangui's eyes: "He didn't defend me at all, of course he succeeded, and just died like this, I suddenly felt a little sad."

Mo Yusheng picked out his ears, almost thinking he heard it wrong: "You are sad, could it be that you have been hit by my sad song? Don't say you have a conscience!"

Ren Wuya, who had just stabilized his soul, picked up the Xuanling with one hand: "Don't look, we are only responsible for breaking his soul, his life and death are not in our hands, now, run away!"

As soon as Ren Wuya finished speaking, a figure appeared in the dark alley, and thunder struck with a loud clap.

boom!

"Shan Gui, Shan Gui!" Yu Lingjing's fingers trembled when he touched the blood at the corner of Shan Gui's mouth.

His eyes were reddish, biting his lips and mobilizing his soul over and over again, his face was almost ferocious.

"Spirit, gather."

"Get together! Get together..."

Yu Lingjing gathered the broken souls scattered around and forcibly sealed them in Shangui's body, but he could only go so far. If the broken souls were not recovered in time, it would not be long before Shangui's body would scurry around and eventually shattered again , At that time, there will be no power to recover.

Yu Lingjing sat on the ground with cold fingertips. He couldn't think of anyone who could save Shangui, and now he could only wait. Since those people left Shangui with a chance, there must be a next step.

Sure enough, within a moment, a sound transmission fell into Yu Lingjing's ears.

Yu Lingjing didn't say a word, just picked up the good return and rushed to Xiluo Temple.

Xiluo Temple has seven mountains and six lakes. Master Hongyuan lives alone in a small temple in the north all year round. Because he likes to be quiet, there are few disciples from the temple to disturb him on weekdays.

Yu Lingjing arrived, regardless of etiquette, kicked open the temple door and shouted: "Master, please help!"

As soon as the sound of the wooden fish stopped in the temple, Hongyuan turned his back to the door, and slowly put down the Buddhist beads in his hand: "It's a good return."

Yu Lingjing had been driving for a whole day, but Shangui's shattered soul could no longer be suppressed. He said anxiously: "His spirit has been shattered, this junior is powerless, please help me, Master!"

Hong Yuan still sat without moving, Yu Lingjing noticed something was wrong, the aura around Hong Yuan was disordered, it seemed that countless spiritual powers were radiating from his body, for a cultivator, such a situation would only be ······

Yu Lingjing was stunned: "Master."

Hongyuan turned his head to the side and took a breath. This movement seemed to have cost him a lot of strength. He stared at Yu Lingjing with gradually cloudy eyes: "It's the descendant of brother Wendao."

Yu Lingjing carefully let go of Shangui: "Junior Yu Lingjing, I have met Master Hongyuan, and the innocent disaster of Shangui was caused by me, please save me, Master."

Hongyuan looked at Shangui, his wrinkled face was full of pity.

He closed his eyes for a while, and said in a low voice: "The old man is about to sit down, and he specially told everyone not to come here, and put an enchantment around, how did you come in."

Although Yu Lingjing was anxious, she could only reply patiently: "I didn't get stopped on the way."

Hongyuan finally opened his eyes: "Someone has made a calculation, and I will break it for you in advance, little benefactor, it takes half a stick of incense to find someone from me to Xiluo Temple, and the time for me to sit and melt is exactly half a stick." Xiang, someone deliberately blocked your way."

Yu Lingjing was puzzled: "Master, please clarify."

Hongyuan showed hesitation, and finally heaved a long sigh: "Shangui's soul has been shattered, and the only person in this world who can save him is the Soul Concentration in the ninth chapter of "Soul Control"."

Yu Lingjing was overjoyed: "The condensed soul is in the hands of the master."

Hongyuan stared at Yu Lingjing and said, "You know that once someone practices the forbidden technique, unless that person dies, the forbidden technique will not reappear."

Yu Lingjing said: "Understood, only one master of the forbidden art is chosen, the master's intention..."

A chill suddenly shot up Yu Lingjing's back, he quickly used his spiritual power to probe Shangui, the broken soul had already started to scurry, and within a moment, it would break through Shangui's body and dissipate in the world, at that time, even the condensed soul would be Useless!

"Amitabha," Hong Yuan said in a warm voice, "No matter what decision the little benefactor makes, I will not blame him."

Yu Lingjing froze in place, her fingertips curled up stiffly.

It would be great to wait for Master Hongyuan to sit down and then obtain Soul Condensation, but I can’t wait for the good return, and it would be great if there are other people to witness... But none of these ways will work, all of them was cut off.

Now, he has only two choices, to save or not to save.

not help?

How could he not save him, not to mention that Shan Gui was implicated by him, but Shan Gui was a 12-year-old child, could he have the heart to see death without saving him?

If rescue?

Killed Master Hongyuan, who is highly respected in the cultivation world, can he bear the crime...

Yu Lingjing's face turned slightly pale, and he finally moved. He knelt heavily on the ground, lowered his head, leaned over and kowtowed three times to Hongyuan.

Hongyuan's face was moved, and his dry lips trembled: "You have really thought about it, not to mention in Xiluo Temple, even in the entire cultivation world, the old monk is very famous, you can really afford the consequences, if you do this If you give up, it can only mean that Shangui's fate has come, and I won't blame you in any way."

Yu Lingjing stood up straight, with a calm expression, but her voice trembled slightly: "Master has done good deeds all his life, blessed all living beings, this junior has offended me today."

Hong Yuan smiled suddenly: "As expected of brother Wen Wen's descendants, this old monk is selfish in this matter, Lingjing, let me ask one last time, can you really bear my life?"

Yu Lingjing knelt and said in a low voice: "It doesn't matter whether you can bear it or not, I want to save Shangui's life, so, Master, I must take your life."

Hongyuan had run out of oil and the lamp was dry, he opened his mouth as hard as he could, and said: "Small my dantian, then, and then inject the condensed soul inside into Shangui's body, this old monk owes you, after you finish everything, run away ·······The people from Xiluo Temple will definitely hunt you down, you, you must wait for Shangui to wake up·······Next, I will suffer for you.」

Yu Lingjing moved his lips, his eye sockets were stained with scarlet, and he shattered Hongyuan's dantian with his palm.

"Master Hongyuan... let's go."

The hanging bell of Xiluo Temple, which had been quiet for a hundred years, suddenly rang, and countless disciples of Xiluo Temple rushed to the small temple, crying all over the sky for a while.

The abbot of Xiluo Temple knelt down beside Hongyuan with a plop, his fingertips touched his shattered dantian, his face was full of sadness: "Uncle, uncle!"

A monk stepped forward, helped Shangui up, and said in a mournful voice, "Abbot, Shangui is also unconscious, who did it?"

The abbot suppressed his sorrow, and said word by word: "Set up the formation, I want to see who made it, and seek justice for the uncle and good return!!"

On that day, the news of Xiluo Temple spread throughout the world of comprehension, setting off countless turbulent waves.

But Yu Lingjing, who was standing on the cusp of the wind and waves, suddenly disappeared. The next day, there were rumors that he appeared in Zhong Nanyu.

All the monks of Xiluo Temple came out of the temple, vowing to bring Yu Lingjing back to be punished. Not only that, Xiluo Temple also announced to all directions, asking for the help of fellow Taoists, anyone who can catch Yu Lingjing, as long as he does not violate the conscience of heaven and earth, Xiluo Temple promised him one thing, and for a while, the whole cultivation world boiled up.