"Okay! Thank you, brother and sister. Ping An will not cause any trouble to you. Ping An will follow his uncle to the Fairy Society. When he grows up, Ping An will repay you. From now on, Ping An will have to rely on himself." Ping An is very strong and brave.

"Ping An, your name is Ping An, right? What a good name. Come to uncle." The man in purple smiled.

Ping An was a little scared. She moved her feet towards the man in purple little by little. Everyone encouraged her with their eyes.

"Everyone, I will take Ping An away. You should leave quickly." The man in purple held Ping An's hand, raised his hand and threw a flying magic weapon, and then left the place.

It was already evening and the weather was getting colder. Everyone planned to rest here for one night before setting off back to the sect the next day.

Night falls.

After a tiring day, everyone went to bed early.

Song Shiyin stood under the thatched house in the dark. The moon was sparse. She looked up at the moon in the distance.

The old man's demonization reminded her of some past events and old friends.

"Shi Yin, I killed the eight-headed sea snake. When I get back, I will exchange its fangs for your blue sea bracelet." The bright girl smiled with crooked eyes.

"You want to exchange a pair of fangs for my blue sea bracelet. You think so." Shi Yin gently brushed the hand on her shoulder.

"How can the eight-headed sea snake have a pair of fangs? The eight-headed sea snake naturally has eight pairs of fangs!" the girl said proudly.

Shi Yin realized that she was being played, she raised her eyebrows and said: "If you laugh again, I will throw you into the sea and feed Ba! Head! Sea! Snake!"

The girl snorted softly and called her companions over. She said coquettishly: "Shi Yin is so angry! Shi Yin not only thinks that what we are hunting is an eight-headed sea snake, but also threatens me. Come and help me!"

The voice and face are still there, and the smile is still there.

The girl finally became possessed and died in Qianhonghai.

After retracting her thoughts, Song Shiyin sighed. Those old friends were gone long ago, and she herself was no longer the same as she was then.

She picked up the old man's clothes scattered everywhere one by one.

She found a stone with the word "peace" engraved on it. The writing was somewhat worn, which seemed to be caused by years of caressing.

Song Shiyin dug a pit not far from the thatched house, put the debris and stones in, buried it with soil, and made a small mound.

Song Shiyin stood quietly and recited the Rebirth Sutra for Li Fu three times under the moonlight.

"May you have no more suffering in the next life." Song Shiyin wished.

Li Fu's life was unfortunate, perhaps because the hemp rope was cut at the smallest point. As a stranger, the only thing she could do was to wish him peace and happiness in his next life.

After doing all this, Song Shiyin turned around and saw Zhuo Guang standing not far away, watching her quietly.

Song Shiyin's pupils were shaking, as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

"Fellow Daoist Zhuo, why aren't you sleeping yet?" Song Shiyin asked in a low voice.

"Fellow Daoist Song is not sleeping either, what are you doing?" Zhuo Guang asked.

Zhuo Guang's figure seemed to blend into the night, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

"I..." Song Shiyin sighed, "I want the old man to be buried in peace. I'm afraid that the remaining demonic energy will have an impact on them, so I secretly came out to do this in the middle of the night." Song Shiyin said nervously.

"I think so too, don't be nervous." Zhuo Guang smiled.

Song Shiyin's eyes flickered and he lowered his head.

Zhuo Guang stepped closer to Song Shiyin. He lowered his head and looked at Li Fu's grave.

"Why is there no monument?" Zhuo Guang asked.

"I can't do this." Song Shiyin smiled awkwardly.

She did not erect a monument for the deceased, but directly led him into the underworld by chanting sutras.

"In the name of peace, let's erect a monument for him." Zhuo Guang said, his voice was soft and unusual.

Song Shiyin nodded.

Zhuo Guang took Song Shiyin to a bamboo forest not far away to cut a section of bamboo. In order not to disturb everyone's rest, they chopped the bamboo into narrow strips in the bamboo forest.

Zhuo Guang took out his knife and carved the four characters "Li Fu's Tomb" on the bamboo piece, and wrote Ping An's name on the place where the person who erected the monument was.

Under the weak moonlight, Zhuo Guang looked serious.

Zhuo Guang's calligraphy was vigorous and powerful. Song Shiyin praised: "Fellow Daoist Zhuo, your calligraphy is very good."

"Thank you."

Zhuo Guang inserted the bamboo sign into the mound, bowed three times to the tomb, and said, "May you have no more suffering in the next life."

Song Shiyin also worshiped with him.

"It's cold at night, go to bed early." Zhuo Guang said in a low voice.

Song Shiyin nodded, turned and left.

After staying away from Zhuo Guang, Song Shiyin breathed a long sigh of relief. She didn't know when Zhuo Guang came, she just hoped that he didn't hear her reciting the Sutra of Rebirth.

After all, the Purana Sutra she recited opened the "reincarnation" at that moment.

Early the next morning, everyone set out to return to Lingyun Immortal Sect.

After twenty days, they finally saw the familiar Nanpo Mountain again.

This time the sect's mission was not completed, so Du Yunxi went to the Zhengxin Institute to find the elder to withdraw the mission.

At the beginning of next month, the sect will organize all new disciples to go to the Eternal Wasteland. Wen Jiu suggested that during this period, they can go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to learn the exercises, perfect their cultivation, and at the same time accept some tasks from neighboring sects to earn money.

Get the magnetic jade.

Song Shiyin and Bian Tingyu returned to their residence to rest. They had learned nothing from this trip.

Along the way, they hunted many ferocious beasts, harvested some spiritual plants, and even obtained the "Seven Star Moon-Zhancing Technique", which they could exchange for magnetic jade at "Bojian Tower" and "Flower Moon Market".

Bo Jian Building is the place within the sect where resources for cultivating immortals are exchanged. The required materials are hung at the door every month, and items that can be exchanged for magnetic jade are also released for disciples to redeem.

Because the items exchanged by Bo Jian Lou came out every month and were relatively simple, some disciples who were eager to use magnetic jade and resources joined forces to open the Huayue Market.

Huayue Market has two methods: "barter for goods" and "magnetic jade purchase". Disciples within the sect can go to set up stalls or buy what they need.

Wen Xu, Sun Yao, and Sun Xiao handled the group's harvest together, and after the transaction was completed, the magnetic jade was distributed.

Song Shiyin rested in the sect for a few days, during which time he and Bian Tingyu also went to the Huayue Market.

"Shi Yin." There was a knock on the door, and it was Bian Tingyu's voice.

As soon as the door opened, there were three people standing outside. Du Yunxi and Bian Tingyu were standing at the door, and Xue Huanhuan was standing under the tree not far away.

Xue Huanhuan seemed to have recovered. She was leaning against a big tree with her hands folded across her chest.

"Shiyin, Fellow Daoist Du asked us to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to choose exercises. How about it? Do you want to go?" Bian Tingyu was looking forward to it.

They really need to learn something new.

Song Shiyin nodded, and the group set out for the Sutra-Tiding Pavilion.

The Hidden Gold Pavilion has three floors, and there are many exercises inside, all of which are available. The only differences between them are spiritual roots and types of five elements. There is no distinction between high and low.

However, when monks choose exercises, in addition to considering whether they are suitable for themselves, they will also consider another factor, which is the writer's own realm and cultivation level.

The higher the cultivation level of a monk, the more popular the exercises he compiles will naturally be.

However, there are risks in learning the exercises compiled by high-level monks. In the Qi refining and foundation building stages, monks who are just starting out have very little spiritual power and cannot perform all the moves in the exercises, so they are likely to suffer backlash.

In order to avoid such risks, Lingyun Immortal Sect simply opened the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion only to monks at the Golden Core stage and below. Only monks at the Golden Core stage and Nascent Soul stage can go to the second floor, and only those at the Nascent Soul stage can go to the third floor.

layer.

Song Shiyin handed the disciple order on his body to the elder at the door of the Sutra Pavilion.

The elder only glanced briefly and waved his hand to let them in.

Although I only saw one floor, the exercises inside were so vast and varied that it was dizzying to see.

"It's so big!" Bian Tingyu sighed.

Du Yunxi nodded, "There are so many exercises, we have to choose carefully." She said.

The four of them walked to a place and each took a book of exercises from the shelf and read through it.

Song Shiyin lowered his head and looked at this skill book. It is suitable for thunder spirit roots. It is called "Five Thunder Scrolls of Destiny". The name sounds very scary, but in fact it is to attach a thin layer of thunder spirit power to the hand to get close to people.

fight.

Song Shiyin shook his head and put the technique back.

"Fellow Daoist Song, you see this book on Wood Spiritual Root is very suitable for you." Du Yunxi handed a book of exercises to Song Shiyin.

This technique is called "Hua Veng". A monk can choose a spiritual plant, use his own wood spiritual roots to cultivate the seeds of the spiritual plant, and take good care of it until the spiritual plant grows up.

After establishing a connection between the wood spiritual power in his body and the spiritual plant, the monk can use his wood spiritual power to imitate the form and performance of the spiritual plant as his own means of attack.

This technique was interesting. Song Shiyin thanked Du Yunxi and she planned to learn it.

Du Yunxi looked through several books but none suited her, so she walked a little further and went to the bookshelf opposite to look for them.

Just as she was about to take the book, someone reached over her and snatched the exercise book away.

Du Yunxi turned around and saw that the person coming looked familiar.
To be continued...