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"Little warm melon."

Who is talking in my ear? What is a small warm melon?

Ye Nuan felt a warm current flowing in from the Baihui acupoint, along the tendons and veins in the body, slowly flowing to three inches below the navel.

Her tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and her sore temples gradually soothed.

The faint fragrance at the tip of her nose brought her back to her senses.

Only then did she remember that she was not a ghost, but Ye Nuan, the nine-year-old little Nuan, who was drawing energy into her body.

As soon as she relaxed her mind, she woke up from her meditation and saw the concerned faces of her parents by her bed.

Gu Xia used several cleansing techniques to clear the sweat from his daughter's body.

"Xiao Nuangua, are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Ye Li concealed his worry and asked softly.

Ye Nuan opened her mouth, then changed her mind, "Dad, I'm just hungry. I want to eat the sour soup noodles you made."

"Okay, Dad will do it for you now." Ye Li agreed without hesitation and put his hand on his daughter's pulse to check, it was normal.

He looked at his wife Gu Xia and said, "How about having one too, madam?"

Gu Xia slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, "Put more vegetables."

"Okay." Ye Li took out a handful of loquats from his storage bag and washed them with a water spell and put them on a plate. "I picked them from the mountains with your mother this afternoon. Enjoy."

Ye Nuan took it with a smile, took one and bit off the flesh, "It's so sweet."

Ye Li was finally relieved and patted her head, "Dad is going to roll noodles."

After watching him leave, Gu Xia put up a soundproofing shield and asked, "Nuangua, what disturbed you?"

After all, he was once a foundation-building cultivator. Ye Nuan knew he couldn't hide it from his mother, so he told her what he had just seen while practicing.

"Mom, I have four spiritual roots: water, wood, fire, and earth. That Ye Nuan who only has ninety spiritual roots in wood must not be me."

"Yeah." Although Gu Xia agreed, he still checked his daughter's body, not even leaving out a single hair.

"Nuangua, have you come into contact with anything special recently?"

“No.” Ye Nuan was very sure, she said: “I just went with you to Yuntao River to pick peach blossoms and make wine, and one time I fell asleep on a peach tree.

When I came back that night, I succeeded in drawing the Qi into my body."

The Yuntao River has a long-standing reputation. Legend has it that immortals planted fairy peaches on both sides of the river. This river, which is separated from the Yunxi River, is named after the trees.

More and more villagers gathered along the coast, and it eventually became a county town of moderate size.

This small secular town in the mortal world is named Yuntao County because of the river.

The county town is less than a hundred miles away from the capital of Jiang State, and is not at the main gateway to Beijing. It lies in the mountains and valleys and is very comfortable and leisurely.

In the distance, the Yunxi River flows eastward, and a branch of the Yuntao River flows around the city and is led into the city along the surrounding city walls, truly nurturing the local people and land.

Every spring, dozens of miles of bright red and pink peach blossoms flutter in the air, and passing through the river seems like a fairyland.

During the summer harvest season, the fragrance of peaches spreads from miles away, making neighboring counties the envy of the area.

The Ye family wine shop relied on brewing peach blossom wine to gain a foothold in the city.

"Mom." Ye Nuan thought carefully, "The peach blossoms have been withered for more than ten days. This is the first time I see these..."

She didn't know how to describe it more appropriately.

Gu Xia said seriously: "Illusion. Nuangua, you will not practice starting tonight.

Let’s take a break for two days.”

"Yes." Ye Nuan agreed very well, but after eating the sour soup noodles her father sent her, she couldn't sleep and started practicing again as if possessed by a ghost.

Gu Xia, who was always paying attention to her, took a quick look with his spiritual sense and sighed, "This child is more diligent than the disciples in other sects."

Although Ye Li is only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, his spiritual awareness is broader than that of ordinary Qi Refining cultivators and he can see more than ten feet away.

In the west wing, his daughter got up to practice again. Of course, he saw it too. "My dear, Nuan Gua had her spiritual roots detected a few years ago, but she only officially introduced Qi into her body this year. She wants to advance quickly. She is just a child."

After a pause, he said again: "It would be better to send her to the sect. The spiritual energy in the world of immortal cultivation is richer than that in the secular world."

My daughter has been weak since she was young, but now she has mastered martial arts and is ready to practice.

Seeing her daughter frown again, Gu Xia moved to the side room. Not daring to wake her up suddenly, she took the incense lit by her husband and lit it.

At the same time, they set up a spirit gathering array in the room, and the two of them quietly stood by, ready to take action at any time.

Ye Nuan was moving spiritual energy into her body, and without warning, she grew a few years older again.

The sun is shining brightly in the city of Fukong, where immortals and mortals live in harmony. The Big Buddha Temple, which has always been very popular, is closed to visitors today.

The monk in charge of reception had already persuaded many monks and mortals to leave outside the mountain gate.

Ye Nuan, thirteen years old, was wearing a neat green robe and had a white tangdu flower pinned on each of her buns.

The cheeks, which still had some baby fat, were now slightly rosy. Under the heroic eyebrows were a pair of clear phoenix eyes.

She measured the steps with her walking stick and walked up to the mountain gate one step at a time.

The monk in charge of reception chanted the Buddha's name, and then said, "Young donor, our temple is closed to visitors these days. Please come back another day."

Ye Nuan bowed and looked directly at the other party and said, "I came from Luojingfang City."

The monk in charge of reception shouted "Amitabha" and stepped back half a step to make way.

Ye Nuan nodded slightly to express his thanks, then continued up the mountain path.

About a quarter of an hour later, she arrived

"Yeah." The little boy answered softly, holding her hand and touching the person next to him.

Ye Nuan touched it and found a fan-shaped ornament on her head. It was the injured Meimei. "Thank you." She patted the little boy.

The little girl beside her snuggled into her arms and said, "Sister, I'm scared. Will I be able to become the great monk that grandpa talked about?"

"Cry if you want to." Ye Nuan stroked her back. There were many crying children around, and she was not the only one.

"Wow..." The little girl started sobbing and then burst into tears.

Ye Nuan felt that the little boy on her lap was also crying silently.

She wanted to cry, but her parents were still fighting outside, so she couldn't cry...

I don’t know how long it took, but the group of children, perhaps tired of crying, gathered together in groups of three or four and huddled together with the people around them.

There were those who pretended to be strong and didn't cry, and remained silent from beginning to end.

Someone took out the moonstone from his body, and the clock suddenly lit up.

But no one spoke, at least Ye Nuan leaned against the clock wall and didn't want to speak.

More than 30 children are waiting...

When a bell rang, the bell began to tilt. Ye Nuan felt the soft touch under her body disappear, and she could stand on solid ground.

When he pulled up the two sleeping children beside him and tried to grab Meimei, whose eyes, ears, mouth and nose were bleeding, the whole clock flew up.

Ye Nuan looked up and saw broken tiles and bricks and broken limbs and body parts everywhere. There were monks using the rain spell to put out the flames.

"Dad, Mom!" She let go of Meimei, left the two kids behind and ran a few steps, shouting wildly.

Behind him was a group of children, big and small, each calling out to their relatives and friends.

The monks who came to rescue them couldn't help but look at them. In the entire Luojing City, there were tens of thousands of monks and mortals, but now, combined with the size of the people, there were only a hundred or so alive...

"Sister." Ye Nuan's heart trembled. She was too careless and didn't notice someone approaching.

She opened her eyes and looked at the girl beside her, "Zi Chewu?!" The girl is now a direct disciple of Danfeng of Guiyuan Sect.

"It's me. Senior brother Liu Yu who joined the Wanjian Sect is here too." Zi Che Wu gestured for her to look towards the temple gate.

Ye Nuan suddenly stood up and saw Meimei knocking on the door.

After a few quick steps, she arrived at the temple gate. Zi Chewu and a group of monks behind her stood up and followed her.

"Meimei." Ye Nuan looked at the blind girl and called out softly.

Yan Meimei has a full name, Yan Youtian, but she prefers people to call her by her nickname.

"Xiao Nuan." Yan Youtian reached out and held her hand. She lost her sight due to an eye injury back then, but she gained spiritual awareness after practicing.

She is two years older than Dayenuan, has a single water spiritual root, and is building her foundation this year.

"Let's knock on the door together. I don't want to hear that person chanting sutras for my brother."

"I don't want to either." Ye Nuan nodded heavily.

Zi Che Wu and Liu Yu said at the same time: "We don't want to either."

Other cultivators even said: “Yu Yuan set up the Ten Thousand Ghosts Ferrying Spirit Array to help his Taoist companion reincarnate and cultivate again. He killed nearly 100,000 people but was only imprisoned in the Dry Stone Cliff as punishment.

Now that he has hidden himself in the Buddhist sect, has he become a kind and compassionate person?"

"Is it because he is a master of formations?"

"What's even more infuriating is that he said that he had an epiphany when the ice and fire burned his soul, and he could actually leave the bottom of the cliff and shave his head to join the Buddhist sect."

"We also need to pray for the salvation of our relatives and friends. Ugh!"

"Most of them have even their souls refined by the formation, so how can they be saved?"

Yan Youtian's gentle voice spread throughout the audience: "My fellow Taoists, I am Yan Youtian, a disciple of the Wanjian Sect's Punishment Hall.

I also ask fellow Taoists to work together. We are only looking for the sinner Yu Yuan, and have nothing to do with the Great Buddha Temple or the Buddhist sect."

The Wanjian Sect is the most powerful sect in the Tiannan immortal cultivation world, and the disciples of the Punishment Hall are the best among the best.

"Fellow Daoist Yan is right."

"That's exactly the reason."

"Today we are only looking for Yu Yuan, and we must end it."

As the crowd got excited, the gate opened, and the abbot of the Great Buddha Temple led the Buddhists in chanting and bowing, saying, "Everyone, there is only Zhiguo in the Great Buddha Temple, but no Yuyuan."

"Ha!" Everyone sneered in unison.

A young man wearing the robes of an inner sect disciple of the Cangli Sect stepped out and said, "Can he cover up his past evil deeds by changing his name?"

"Donor, if you put down your butcher knife, you will become a Buddha right away. If he truly repents..." a middle-aged Buddhist practitioner spoke.

Zi Che Wu bowed and said, "Master, you and other seniors helped to gather the remaining souls of our relatives and friends. I am very grateful to you.

However, if we repay evil with kindness, how can we repay kindness? "

"Repay evil with justice, and repay kindness with kindness." Ye Nuan said loudly at the same time as everyone else.

This voice, carrying a spiritual power, soared into the sky.

Among the Buddhist practitioners, half of them were in a daze, and the abbot kept reciting scriptures silently.

Seeing that they were all standing still at the door, Ye Nuan asked, "I, the junior from the Taiyi Sect, Ye Nian, would like to ask for your advice. What does it mean to be a great practitioner who is not ignorant of cause and effect?

Yesterday, Yu Yuan understood the fruit now. Have you really realized it?"

The abbot and his disciples all paused.

"Amitabha, even if one passes through a hundred kalpas, the karma one has created will not be in vain.

You, don't you realize it yet? "Behind the monks, a hollow voice sounded, and a gray-robed Buddhist monk came to the door in the blink of an eye.

"Uncle Master."

"Uncle."

"Master."

From the abbot to the young novice monks, everyone bowed to the visitor.

The gray-robed Buddhist monk strolled into the temple without stopping, and another sentence: "Have you realized?" echoed in the air.

Until the man disappeared from sight, the abbot nodded to a Buddhist monk. When the Buddhist monk was about to leave, he saw the bald Yu Yuan himself appear.

He bowed to the abbot and others, and then faced Ye Nuan and others.

The two sides stared at each other for a long time, and then someone shouted, "Yuyuan, give me your life."

All of a sudden, Ye Nuan and his group attacked together, and all kinds of Taoist magic flashed.