Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 21: White Bone Temple? White Moon Temple?
Han Yu was immersed in a mysterious aura, and the glass bottle in his mind was jumping with joy.

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

Little Liuli burped in her mind, her voice as soft as that of a child who had eaten too much.

After the luck had been nurtured in the glass bottle for a while, the mysterious yellow energy slowly spurted out from the mouth of the bottle, quickly wrapping up the body of the bottle, and then used the mysterious yellow energy to melt itself.

"Where's the fire magic you mentioned?"

Han Yu looked at them enviously and couldn't help but urge them.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Wait a little longer." Little Liuli said in a baby voice.

After a period of smelting, the bottle gradually became saturated, and the remaining Xuanhuang Qi was swallowed back by it again.

puff!
Just like the fire that caught in his mind last time, a ball of dark yellow substance spurted out of the bottle mouth and exploded, forming a fire that was even more fierce than the last time.

The fire not only burned the body of the bottle, but 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 you would take out a pill." Xiao Liuli reminded.

Han Yu quickly tried to visualize and take out the flame, and soon a ball of red firework appeared in his palm.

Han Yu's face darkened. "This is the fire-related magical power you mentioned. What can this fire be used for? To make a fire for cooking or to light a lamp?"

"Nothing comes easy, you need to practice it"

Han Yu's face darkened even more, and he gritted his teeth, "I can't practice at all after taking the Shengsheng Zaohua Pill, so what's the use of this magical power?"

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

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

Minzhou City.

It has been two days since the Xiao family incident, but the heat of the incident continues to rise, and every day there are always curious people standing outside from afar to take a look.

Someone saw two disciples of the Tianshui Sect dragging a corpse out of the Xiao family that day.

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

Someone recognized Qiu Susu.

With a little thought, someone could piece together the whole story, from the broken engagement to the loss and subsequent murder. It seemed that people died on both sides and no one really gained any advantage.

This is inevitably sad.

Among the broken walls, Xiao Shui's desolate figure stood alone. Now the Xiao Mansion was almost destroyed.

Lu Dayou walked in and coughed lightly a few times.

"Master Lu."

Xiao Shui clasped his fists and saluted. He was extremely grateful to Lu Dayou for protecting the Xiao family before, even if it was just his duty.

Lu Dayou changed into a loose robe today, but his face was still quite pale. Today he could move more easily, so it was reasonable for him to come here for a walk.

"what's your plan?"

Lu Dayou came over and asked in a deep voice.

"Rebuild the Xiao family." Xiao Shui looked bitterly at the collapsed high-rise courtyard around him and said with a wry smile.

Lu Dayou sighed and patted his shoulder, "Let's go to a place where they can't find us! We can't stay here any longer, for the sake of the Xiao family and for Minzhou City."

The Tianshui Sect has lost an elder who was in the God-Gaze ​​Realm. The two sides have been feuding to the death. When the time comes, it won't just be one or two people who will come. I'm afraid that the entire Tianshui Sect will come out in full force.

If a Taoist who wishes to die can force 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 he slowly nodded and sighed, "I understand. We'll leave tomorrow."

"What did you pay this time?"

Before leaving, Lu Dayou finally asked out of curiosity. Judging from Xiao Shui's change that day and the presence of Han Yu, it was not difficult to guess that Han Yu must have given him medicine again.

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

Ten years of good luck and thirty years of bad luck. Lu Dayou shuddered at the thought. 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 thirteen years of luck.

He has thirteen years of good luck!
Lu Dayou reacted instantly, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Xiao Shui changed immediately.

To have thirteen years of good fortune, the world loves him. If he hadn't lost it, he would have been a big boss in the future.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Xiao Shui was filled with regret.

"I'm wondering if I should go back to ask Lord Lu to give me a pill and exchange it for some luck."

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

Because Xiao Liuli said that people who have great luck are rare, and generally only a small number of people are favored by luck.

Others can only get normal pill feedback, focusing on a steady stream of results and accumulating little by little.

Han Yu was anxious to make the spark start a prairie fire, and immediately set his sights on Lu Dayou.

"Forget about him! His good luck that year was due to the support of the dynasty, but now it has been drained away." Xiao Liuli said with a disdainful tone.

On the narrow path, Han Yu lay on the back of a big yellow ox again. There was no other way. It was too difficult to find a horse in the whole Minzhou Prefecture, but there were a lot of oxen.

Yellow cattle also have their advantages. On a difficult path like this one, a yellow cattle can walk as if it were flat ground. On the stable back of the cattle, the cattle feel very comfortable.

He lay on his back looking at the sky, and gradually saw the spire. As time went by, the outline of the spire became clearer, and then he saw the tower itself.

It turned out to be a nine-story tower. As soon as I saw the carved beams and painted buildings outside, I could hear the sound of chanting 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 make the cattle turn around, he suddenly felt a slight movement in his arms.

He took out the thing out of curiosity. It turned out to be the token that Yixian had given to the independent cultivator of Ziqiang Sect. If he remembered correctly, he seemed to have said that this could also be used to ask for help.

He held the token and turned it around in all directions. Finally, when the token pointed at a high tower, it began to beat rapidly.

Someone actually asked for help.

It seemed a bit strange that a wandering cultivator’s cry for help came from a temple where people were chanting Buddhist scriptures and reciting Buddhist scriptures.

Going further, a small temple is in sight.

The place is not big, with only four or five side rooms on the east side, a few small attics on the south side, and the rest is the nine-story tower. When people are outside the temple, they can hear the endless Buddhist chants, as if someone is standing next to you and chanting for you.

"Bone Bone Temple?"

Han Yu stood at the door and glanced at the sign. He wondered if he was dazzled. Then he looked again and thought it was "Bai Yue Temple."

Is it the White Bone Temple or the White Moon Temple?
I stood behind the door and knocked gently, and soon a young monk came to answer.

After the door opened, a young monk who was still childish stood at the door and timidly put his hands together, "Greetings, donor."

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

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

After he finished speaking, the door closed again, and the sound of the little monk running inside could still be heard.

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

After a while, the young monk opened the door and said apologetically, "The abbot said that this temple is a small temple in the wilderness and does not welcome guests. You can walk down the west mountain for half an hour and there is a farm over there."

After saying that, the door closed again.

It is quite rare to see a temple that does not welcome guests.

Entering the door is entering. If you don't enter the door, there is naturally a way not to enter the door.

How difficult could it be to climb over a wall? Han Yu found an inconspicuous place, turned over and jumped in.

There was complete silence all around, even the little monk who had just appeared was nowhere to be seen.

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

At the bottom of the pagoda, 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 novice monk from before was also among them.

In such a scene, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong.

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

Is the person inside?
(End of this chapter)