Mu Xueqing sat on the high building and stared at the thatched cottage from afar. Although she saw Qian Yunsheng's hand not injured last time, she still couldn't dispel her suspicion.

The encirclement and suppression side also stagnated for the time being, so she simply chose this high point to monitor Qian Yunsheng's every move. I believe that if the other party has problems, she will never show any flaws.

After waiting for most of the day, Qian Yunsheng walked out of the thatched cottage. Mu Xueqing's eyes lit up, magic power surged out, and a mirror appeared in front of her.

This is a very practical small magic in their Eshan Sect's martial arts, which is equivalent to a simple version of the bright mirror. It is an imitation martial arts learned from the bright mirror of the treasure fairy weapon of the seventh generation leader.

However, unlike the Spike Mirror, this spell can only monitor one person's whereabouts at a time, unlike the Spike Mirror that can cover the entire area.

But even so, it is a particularly practical spell in the exercises.

When she joined forces with Qian Yunsheng to deal with the evil beasts, she took advantage of his inattention and quietly put a spiritual mark on him. As long as the repeated spiritual marks did not dissipate, she could use this spell to observe his actions.

But the only drawback is that this person doesn't know if he is a casual cultivator, but he has always been very cautious. Every time he enters the quiet room, he will open the isolation formation, causing him to not see the contents in the formation.

She sighed slightly in her heart and thought greedily: "It would be great if it was a real mirror. Unless there was an immortal weapon of the same level, it would not be able to stop my peeping."

Seeing Qian Yunsheng starting to go out, Mu Xueqing didn't dare to be careless. She poured all her spiritual power in and watched carefully.

This is also the inconvenient part of this spell. You can observe it through the mirror and even review it and look back. Mu Xueqing's spell not only needs to be maintained with spiritual power, but also can only see the current content.

Qian Yunsheng first went to the dark land in the city to supervise the progress there.

Then I started to go into the market and shop around one by one.

Although there was no sound in the mirror, from the picture, he checked a lot of information until he entered a shop and gained something, and then he returned to the quiet room with a happy look on his face.

After staring at the whole process, Mu Xueqing also struggled. She took back her spiritual power and the mirror naturally dissipated.

She said to herself: "This reaction is a bit normal. Isn't it really him?"

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Qian Yunsheng returned to the thatched cottage, received some seeds, and hid back in the quiet room.

Maybe it was because the mirror was too strange, and he didn't even feel like he was being monitored, and he was still trying hard to heal his injuries first.

He first grabbed two souls and crushed them into the open seed bags. After seeing that the seeds were growing well, he stopped caring about it and began to sit on the cushion and examine the new scroll.

This ancient scroll is called a casual cultivator eight thousand years ago when he recorded his feelings when he listened to the preaching of the Sixth Patriarch of the Lengyan Temple.

In fact, this insight is not rigorous, and there are also various magical curses and words in the middle. I am afraid that most people will frown.

But for Qian Yunsheng, it is no less than Gan Hong, because in Qian Yunsheng's eyes, many things recorded in this record are actually verified with the method of controlling the Wangui Sect in his hand.

This shows that this casual cultivator was able to understand the affairs of Buddha and ghost thousands of years ago!

You should know that everyone in this world thinks that Buddhas and ghosts are incompatible. Unexpectedly, this casual cultivator can take a unique approach and use Buddhist techniques and ghost techniques to verify each other. How can Qian Yunsheng not be shocked?

The casual cultivator called himself Qingpingzi. He put forward all kinds of wonderful ideas in this scroll. Qian Yunsheng carefully studied it and then verified the martial arts of the Wangui Sect he had learned. He became more and more bold in his mind.

"Can I take my remaining Buddha light as fuel to drive the magic of "Hell Fire". In this way, as long as the time is long enough, the Hell Fire can drain the Buddha light on me." Qian Yunsheng thought while looking at the scroll,

"This is not impossible. The emperor also said that when Bodhisattvas enter hell, they are originally meant to save all sinful and suffering sentient beings. Therefore, they manifest the Dharma in prison, which is one of the manifestations of Bodhisattvas."

"Only by showing all kinds of wonderful Buddhist teachings in hell can the sentient beings in hell feel the beauty of the West, and can lift them out of the sea of ​​suffering and save all sentient beings."

"There are even bold words that "hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha."

"Thus, Kiyohiko dared to make such a bold guess!"

Since he thought about it, he should act immediately, but Qian Yunsheng was not unprepared.

He first dug out a small piece from the demon corpse. The demon corpse was closest to Bodhizi's self-destruction, and it was the most eroded by Buddha's light.

He took out another piece of soul-sucking wood and stuffed the demon corpse in.

The fire of hell was a little troublesome. Qian Yunsheng spent another hour setting up a fire-making formation. Seven or eight spirit stones were thrown down, and finally he summoned a piece of fire of hell from the center of the formation.

Qian Yunsheng wrapped himself with his magic power and threw a small piece of soul-sucking wood onto the fire of hell.

After falling on the fire of hell, the soul-sucking wood did not fall down, but instead rotated evenly on the fire of hell. After half an incense stick, Qian Yunsheng waved his hand and brought the already burnt soul-sucking wood into his hand.

Qian Yunsheng couldn't wait to open the soul-sucking wood and looked at it, his face darkened.

It turned out that the small piece of demon corpse was directly roasted by the fire of hell and turned into black charcoal.

This time, Qian Yunsheng's expectations were made. According to Qing Pingzi's statement, he had successfully shown the "Red Lotus Hell Fire" several times.

The "Red Lotus Hell Fire" he showed was to use Buddhist techniques to visualize the red lotus, and then use the red lotus to drive the hell fire to release it.

Could it be that the person who wrote this scroll was a lunatic, or the shopkeeper sold me a fake product?

As soon as this thought arose, Qian Yunsheng suppressed the idea. The material did not look like it, and the content inside did not look like it was fake.

If you don’t have a deep understanding of the ghost realm, you can’t write many things at all. People with this ability do not need to make fake scrolls and cheat food.

Qian Yunsheng shook his head, he must have done something wrong.

He put his hand on his chin and thought about it carefully, and suddenly slapped his head.

He quickly took out another piece of soul-sucking wood, held one end with his hand, and extended the other end into the fire of hell, and then activated all his magic power to pour into the soul-sucking wood.

This is exactly what Qian Yunsheng expected.

Although most of its spiritual power was poured out along the soul-absorbing wood, it still drove very little Buddha lights to rush out of the body. As soon as these Buddha lights approached their fingers, they stopped moving and no longer rush out of the body, but gradually gathered onto their fingers.

Qian Yunsheng patiently waited for the Buddha lights to rush over, and then suddenly retracted his magic power, sucking the fire of hell from the soul-sucking wood to his fingertips.

As expected, as he saw the Buddha's light, these fires of hell entangled them and burned them all.

Qian Yunsheng, who had consumed most of his spiritual power, looked happy. Although this method was extremely difficult, and even every time his spiritual power was exhausted, he could only consume a little bit of the Buddha light remaining in his body, at least he could see the hope of successfully pulling out the Buddha light.

Thinking that as long as he continued to work hard, Qian Yunsheng's motivation increased greatly, he turned his hand and another spiritual stone fell on his hand. While he continued to accumulate Buddha's light between his fingers, he began to silently return his breath.

He wanted to drive the Buddha's light into the first time.

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