Junior Brother Please Don’T Cultivate

"Little Junior Brother! Little Junior Brother! Where are you?"

"Little Junior Brother, please reply when you hear it."

Lin Wentian and Jiang Haoran stood on the hillside when the temple was broken and shouted.

"What should I do, brother, the junior brother was lost by us, and the master will not be able to peel off our skin when we go back."

Jiang Haoran was a little panicked.

In just a quarter of an hour, Chen Ming was gone, and even the small broken temple he had with him was gone.

"Junior Brother, don't panic, we may not be able to go back."

Lin Wentian said calmly.

Jiang Haoran:...

Can't go back, you still calm down!

Lin Wentian was also flustered, but now he can't be chaotic, he has to be calm and calm.

"That's not right, Junior Brother, it's only a quarter of an hour. It's impossible for Junior Brother and Xiaopomiao to disappear suddenly."

After Lin Wentian calmed down, he found the key, the small broken temple, which could not have disappeared out of thin air.

Even if it is a strong Gold Core, it is impossible for the two of them to move away a small ruined temple out of thin air.

"Brother, is there formation?" Jiang Haoran asked.

Since it didn't disappear out of thin air, there was something in the maze, which blocked the small ruined temple.

Lin Wentian nodded heavily, it was indeed formation. Only formation can hide the small ruined temple silently.

As for whether Chen Ming is in the formation or the two of them are in the formation, I don't know.

Chen Ming felt an unusual breath and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Who?"

Chen Ming stood up and turned his head, saw Lin Wentian leaning on the door, with a faint smile on his face, and said softly:

"Little Junior Brother, what's the matter?"

When Chen Ming saw that he was a senior, he slowly said:

"Big brother, I noticed an unusual breath just now."

impossible! I obviously didn't enter the temple and didn't leak my breath. How could he detect me?

I thought it was fast fat, but I didn't expect it to be prickly. If I knew it, I changed it with those guys outside.

The fake Lin Wentian said inwardly.

He is the dead soul of this place, suppressed by the reclining Buddha in the temple, unable to leave this mountain, but also cultivated here, the strength is equivalent to the Foundation Building cultivator.

And outside, there are several dead souls just like him.

This mountain was originally a retreat for wealthy families. And he was Yangzhou, the son of a rich man, and was later killed by a group of cultivators. After his death, his grievances persisted and he turned into a grievance.

After a long time, when Lingzhi was opened, it turned into a ghost and harmed the party.

A later eminent monk passed by here with compassion in his heart, suppressing them under the temple, chanting the scriptures every day, thinking of saving them, but because their obsession was too deep to be saved.

When the eminent monk passed away, he poured the power of merit on the reclining Buddha to suppress them, so they could not leave here or enter the temple.

So Yang Xing turned into Lin Wentian and came to usher Chen Ming out.

Yang Xing said with a faint smile: "Junior Brother, there is nothing unusual, you are too concerned. The moonlight is just right tonight, would you like to come out to enjoy the moon together?"

"Big brother is going to teach me Sword Technique?" Chen Ming's eyes lit up. Under the moonlight, it was the time to practice swords and martial arts.

The big brother woke me up at night, how could it be just pure sword practice.

"Well, yes." Yang Xing said with a smile, as long as Chen Ming was tricked out.

"Ding, if the power of merit is detected, is it absorbed?"

When Chen Ming was about to go out, the voice of the system suddenly sounded in his mind.

Power of merit?

"Absorb!" Whatever it is, it must be a good thing.

"Brother, wait for me!"

When Chen Ming's voice fell, the power of merit on the reclining Buddha turned into golden runes and floated into Chen Ming's body.

Chen Ming felt that Sanskrit sounds sounded in his mind.

I'm going. Isn't this kid the descendant of the dead bald donkey? The power of merit that the dead bald donkey left on the reclining Buddha was actually absorbed by this kid.

Yang Xing stared blankly.

When the Sanskrit sound ended, Chen Ming slowly opened his eyes.

"Well, no more?" Chen Ming was stunned.

There was a sound of Sanskrit, and then there was a power of merit in the body.

"Ding, accumulating the power of merit can make the host gain opportunity, can also accelerate the host's cultivation, and can also condense merit and golden body, and the magical effects are endless."

The system sounded, explaining Chen Ming.

"Oh, that feeling is good."

At least it's a good thing.

On the hillside, Lin Wentian and Jiang Haoran were sitting with their backs back, but they couldn't find the entrance to the formation.

"Forget it, wait until dawn to find it, it's really hard to find it at night."

Lin Wentian took a deep breath.

Jiang Haoran nodded, she was really tired. The two of them ran from the mountain to the mountain, and when they ran from the mountain to the mountain, they found nothing.

Huhuhu...

A gloomy wind blew by, and the leaves rustled, as if something was about to come out.

Lin Wentian was so frightened that he took the Flying Sword out and held it in his hand to prevent any accidents.

"Brother, are there ghosts?" Jiang Haoran was a little scared.

"No. Besides, what are you afraid of ghosts? My cultivator, why are you afraid of ghosts?"

"Rising up, have you forgotten that we have all been to the Blood Fiend Sect. If we really see a ghost, let me not kill him!"

Lin Wentian said swearly, but Jiang Haoran's eyes widened and his mouth was open for a long time without speaking.

Jiang Haoran pointed behind Lin Wentian and said tremblingly:

"Master... brother..., there are... ghosts!"

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