Lingzhi: I have an entry panel

"Fellow Daoist Song is using his body as a bridge, which has a bit of a Buddhist flavor of cutting meat to feed eagles."

Yuan Xi saw that Song He couldn't finish it for a while, so he simply sat down, his Taoist robes were scattered on the ground, and there were some marks on his face.

He glanced at the cattle and the bull demon behind him, feeling quite tired.

Finding rifts in time and space is not an easy task.

Not to mention successfully escaping with these guys under strict surveillance...

Thinking of this, Yuan Xi raised his eyes and glanced at the mouse that had run to Song He and sat down obediently, and said with emotion:

"If it weren't for you, I probably would have been caught."

Zishu seemed to realize that Yuan Xi was talking about him.

It turned its head and waved its paw calmly, indicating that it didn't matter, and then stared at Song River motionlessly.

"Pfft."

Yuan Xi couldn't help laughing.

To be honest, she really wanted to raise such a mouse. Not to mention the other party's sub-mouse realm that could hide everything from the world, the pure and flawless mind alone made her feel very comfortable.

Although the Tianji Sect monk is good at divination, he once transformed into a gentleman and walked around the streets and saw all kinds of things in the world, so he naturally understands people's hearts.

But... being good at it doesn't mean you like it.

Yuan Xi felt very tired from the complicated thoughts and endless causes and effects - it was for this reason that her master spent a lot of effort to squeeze her in - her master had calculated that there was an opportunity for her here.

You must know that the iron law of divination is that the closer you are to someone, the more difficult it is, let alone one who has the status of master and disciple and is as close as mother and daughter.

Compared to the cost of divination, the nine Eastern evergreen spiritual trees provided unconditionally to Lingye Sect seem to be nothing...

Thinking of this, she shook her head.

His eyes glanced at the bull demon who was staying with the herd.

He flipped a copper coin between his fingers and said in a calm tone: "Hey, tell me, will Fellow Daoist Song save you?"

The round copper coin was bounced high by her, and then slowly fell down.

It was spinning in her white palm without any lines, and it seemed that it would never stop, and it seemed that it could stop at the next moment.

The bull demon who was asked by her was stunned.

The huge body shrank toward the other people, and his delicate face was filled with hesitation and confusion.

After a long time, he finally spoke: "I believe...it will happen!"

His tone ranged from shaky to calm.

Although he has grown so much, his voice is like that of a child who has not yet changed his voice, and there is even a hint of indistinguishability between male and female.

"Oh."

Hearing this, Yuan Xi lowered his head in disbelief.

She stared at the copper coin in her palm, and saw that the side with the patterns on the coin suddenly flipped over at the last breath of stopping, revealing the side with the writing.

The writing on it is... No Country for Old Men.

This is not the first time she has seen this hexagram - if she were a mortal, this hexagram would make sense. After all, what mortals fear most is having no one to support them.

But as a monk, as long as the magic power is still there, nothing in the world will be an obstacle, so how can there be such a strange hexagram like an old man with no one to rely on?

In other words, they don't even have any heirs, this hexagram.

Yuan Xi was silent and gently touched the four words on it with his fingers, closing his eyes and moving very slowly.

The bull demon couldn't help but glance at her furtively, but was surprised to find that a bronze vertical eye seemed to open between Yuan Xi's eyebrows.

The eyes were clearly staring at the copper coin, but the moment the bull demon looked over, they shifted their gaze and stared at him. The eyes were extremely deep, as if there were countless scrolls flying around.

Those scrolls were already dim and disfigured.

The scenery and characters above are also mottled and faded, but because they are extremely flexible, they are still changing like real objects.

Years go by, time flies.

With just such a glance, the bull demon felt that his soul was in turmoil, as if it was trembling and wrapped in countless scrolls, and would be torn to pieces in the next second.

"!!!"

The bull demon was immediately frightened and quickly looked away.

Yuan Xi noticed something, opened his eyes suddenly, and said helplessly: "Don't look at things you shouldn't look at!"

She sighed deeply and retracted her hand.

Because at this time, the writing on the copper coin had disappeared. In just a moment, she was in a trance, and the writing disappeared.

"God willing." She murmured to herself and put the coins away.

The monks from the Tianji Sect would not think that this was a coincidence. All coincidences had their reasons. Maybe it was really a secret that could not be revealed and she was not allowed to see it.

The divination failed, so she simply closed her eyes and rested her mind, waiting for Song He to resolve the matter before discussing with Song He.

……

As a result, the wait lasted three days.

It wasn't until some time three days later that the illusory bridge above Song He's outstretched arms almost disappeared, and he opened his eyes.

There was a flash of golden light in his eyes.

The golden color is solemn and thick, but it has a faint twilight color.

It is the light of merit.

Although Song He recovered, he was obviously a little confused - this golden light was indeed the light of merit, but it was not the light of merit in his own world...or rather, it was not the light of merit in a certain period of time.

This light of merit is obviously much "lighter" than what I got from Tiandao Tuanzi, and it also contains the power of time, as if it comes from the ancient past.

He thought for a moment and chose to hold the Light of Merit in his hand.

Slowly kneading this ball of golden light with a dusk color, like kneading dough, it was quickly kneaded into a soft ball.

Then, he picked up a dragon's beard pen again and carved some formation patterns on the dumplings carefully, but this time he moved very slowly.

It took me half an hour to finish it.

"It should be fine."

He let go of his hand, but the soft dumpling did not fall to the ground. Instead, it turned into a strange dark golden auspicious cloud. After flying around the Song River for a few times, it floated obediently into a glowing divine ring behind his head. beside.

Like a decoration to set off the sun.

Song He, who had always had an extraordinary temperament, was even more strange now.

Yuan Xi, who had watched this scene completely, couldn't help but rub his eyes... Did she see this wrong?

I have never heard that the light of merit can produce spirituality.

Although that thing is almost omnipotent spiritual power, which can increase the potential of magic weapons and give monks some undefinable conveniences, it has never been heard of being able to give birth to spirituality.

She was even more in awe of Song He, who didn't know the depth in the first place.

But Song He looked at the trembling cows behind Yuan Xi with a smile and said hello to her:

"It seems that things are going well, fellow Taoist?"

"Thanks to Brother Song's son, otherwise my little sister wouldn't have been able to escape from the beast way so smoothly..." Yuan Xi said quickly.

"Animal way?" Song He raised his eyebrows, simply took out the scroll, then waved his sleeves and robes to draw all the cattle in, and then invited Yuan Xi inside to talk in detail.