Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?

Han Yu's whole body was immersed in the mysterious atmosphere, and the glass bottle in his mind was beating with joy.

When the luck was condensed to a certain extent, the glass bottle swallowed it all in one gulp.

Xiao Liuli made bursts of hiccups in her mind, making milky and milky sounds like a child who had eaten too much.

After the luck was warmed in the glass bottle for a while, the black and yellow gas slowly spewed out from the mouth of the bottle, and it quickly wrapped the body of the bottle, and then used the black and yellow gas to smelt itself.

"Where's the fire magic power you mentioned?"

Han Yu was greedy and couldn't help but urge.

"What's the rush? Wait a minute." Xiao Liuli said in a sweet voice.

After a period of smelting, the bottle body gradually became saturated, and the remaining black and yellow air was swallowed back by it again.

puff!

Just like the last time a fire broke out in his mind, a ball of black and yellow stuff spurted out from the mouth of the bottle, and after it exploded, it formed a fire that was even more powerful than the last time.

The fire couldn't help but burn the bottle body, and it also burned Han Yu's consciousness. He and the glass bottle seemed to become closer.

As the flame gradually shrank, it gradually formed a lotus-shaped flame.

"Try to take it out like a pill." Xiao Liuli reminded.

Han Yu quickly tried to take out the flame by visualizing it, and soon a red firework appeared in his palm.

Han Yu's face darkened, "This is the fire magic power you are talking about. What is this fire enough for? To make a fire for cooking or to light a lamp for lighting?"

"There is no such thing as nothing, you need to practice it"

Han Yu's face turned darker, and he gritted his teeth, "I can't practice at all after taking the Life and Creation Pill, so I want this magical power to be of no use."

"Who said you can't practice? Your practice is mine!" Xiao Liuli said with a smile.

"As long as I get feedback, I will feed it back to you, so that your magical power will continue to grow stronger."

Minzhou City.

Two days have passed since the Xiao family's incident, but the heat of the matter continues to rise. Every day, there will always be people with good intentions standing outside to take a look at it from a distance.

Someone saw two Tianshui Sect disciples each dragging a body out of Xiao's house that day.

"Isn't that the little girl who broke off the engagement?"

Someone recognized Qiu Susu.

After a little thought, a thoughtful person pieced together the whole story. From breaking off the engagement to suffering losses and subsequent murders, it seemed that people on both sides died, and no one really took advantage.

This is inevitably sad.

Among the ruins, Xiao Shui's bleak back stood alone. The Xiao Mansion was almost destroyed at the moment.

Lu Dayou walked in and coughed lightly.

"Master Lu."

Xiao Shui cupped his fists and saluted. Lu Dayou had protected the Xiao family before, even if it was just his duty, Xiao Shui was extremely grateful.

Lu Dayou changed into a loose robe today, but his face was still quite pale. Today he could move around more easily. Due to both emotion and reason, he wanted to come here for a walk.

"What are your plans?"

Lu Dayou came to the side and asked in a deep voice.

"Rebuild the Xiao family." Xiao Shui looked bitterly at the collapsed high pavilion courtyard all around and said with a bitter smile.

Lu Dayou sighed and patted his shoulder, "Let's find a place where they can't find us! We can't stay here anymore, not only for the sake of the Xiao family, but also for the sake of Minzhou City."

The Tianshui Sect's elder from the Peeping God Realm died, and the two sides already had an undying hatred. When the time comes, it won't just be one or two people coming, but the entire Tianshui Sect will probably come out.

Even if a death-seeking Taoist can push the Xiao family to this point, if the entire Tianshui Sect is mobilized, the Xiao family will surely perish.

Xiao Shui remained silent for a long time before slowly nodding his head and sighing, "I understand. We will leave tomorrow."

"What price did you pay this time?"

Before leaving, Lu Dayou finally curiously asked about the changes in Xiao Shui that day and the presence of Han Yu. It is not difficult to surmise that Han Yu must have given the medicine again.

"Ten years of luck!" Xiao Shui said plainly, but Lu Dayou's hair stood on end when he heard it.

Ten years of good luck and thirty years of bad luck. Lu Da Youguang shuddered just thinking about it. If he had to bear thirty years of bad luck, he would probably not be able to sleep well for most of his life.

It's not thirty years, there are still nine years ahead, and he has lost his luck for thirteen years.

He has thirteen years of luck!

Lu Da reacted instantly, and the look in Xiao Shui's eyes immediately changed.

Those who can have thirteen years of good luck will be loved by heaven and earth.

If he hadn't lost this, wouldn't he be a proper boss in the future?

He looked at Xiao Shui with regretful eyes.

"I'm wondering if I should go back and ask Mr. Lu to give me a pill to change my luck."

Han Yu smacked his lips and suddenly thought of Lu Dayou.

Because Xiao Liuli said that people with great luck are rare, except for the small group of people who are loved by great luck.

Others can only give normal feedback on elixirs, focusing on a steady flow of water, accumulating a little makes a lot.

Han Yu was anxious to let a single spark start a prairie fire, so he immediately decided on Lu Dayou.

"Let him forget it! That year's luck was only due to the dynasty, and now it has been squeezed dry." Xiao Liuli said with a disgusted tone.

On the trail, Han Yu once again lay on the back of a big ox. There was nothing he could do. It was difficult to find a horse in the entire Minzhou Prefecture, but there were a lot of oxen.

The scalper also has the advantage of being a scalper. On such a difficult trail, the scalper can walk as if on flat ground. He feels very comfortable and comfortable on the stable back of the cow.

He lay on his back and looked at the sky, and gradually saw the spire. As time passed, the outline of the spire gradually became clear, and then he saw the tower body.

It is a nine-story tower. As soon as you see the carved beams and painted buildings outside, the sound of chanting can be heard from inside the tower.

It turned out to be a treasure temple, and Han Yu lost interest all of a sudden.

Just as he was tying the rope and preparing to let the yellow cow turn around, there was a slight movement in his arms.

He took out something curiously, and it turned out to be the token of the self-strengthening sect that Yixian had given to the independent cultivator. If I remember correctly, it seemed that it could be used to ask for help.

He took the token and turned around in all directions. Finally, when the token pointed to the high-rise tower, it began to beat rapidly.

Someone really asked for help.

It was a bit inappropriate to hear an independent cultivator asking for help from a temple that was chanting sutras and reciting Buddha's name.

Going further, a small temple was in sight.

The place was not big, with four or five side rooms on the east side, a few small attics on the south side, and the rest was the nine-story tower. When people were outside the temple, they could only hear the sound of Sanskrit, as if someone was standing by your ear and chanting for you to listen.

"White Bone Temple?"

Han Yu stood at the door and looked at the sign. He thought he was dazzled. When he looked again, he thought it was "White Moon Temple."

Is it the White Bone Temple or the White Moon Temple?

Standing behind the door and knocking gently, a little monk came to answer soon.

After the door opened, a childish little monk stood at the door and timidly clasped his hands together, "Greetings, benefactor."

Han Yu blinked and made up an excuse, saying, "Young master, I got lost in the mountains for a while. I'm tired and thirsty. Can I come in and ask for a bowl of water to rest?"

The little monk looked at him and seemed a little hesitant, "Wait a moment, I'll go ask the abbot."

After that, the door closed again, and the sound of the little monk running in could still be heard.

Han Yu rubbed his nose and stood outside the door waiting.

After a while, the little monk opened the door with an apologetic look on his face, "The abbot said that this temple is a small temple in the wilderness and does not welcome guests. You can go down the west mountain for half an hour and there is a farm over there."

After that, the door closed again.

There are temples that do not welcome guests, which is quite unusual.

Entering the door is entering. Of course, there are ways not to enter the door.

How difficult can it be to climb over the wall? Han Yu found an inconspicuous place to jump in.

It was quiet all around, even the little monk just now disappeared.

Han Yu crouched against the wall and walked towards the tower. At this time, the Buddhist chants became louder and louder.

At the bottom of the tower, a group of monks of all sizes sat cross-legged in a circle, chanting in unison with an old monk in the middle.

The little monk just now was also among them.

In such a scene, it seemed that there was nothing wrong.

But the token in his arms was beating faster and faster.

Is the person inside?