We are all reborn, of course we have to overthrow it and start over again to take the whole family f

When the skinny old man Hui Jing heard that there was a turning point, he turned into a master of face-changing and his eyes instantly became starry, looking at Shi Hua with a cloudy yet bright look.

But what? Just tell me, little ancestor.

"But you don't have the talent to be my disciple. Well, you don't have enough wisdom."

The skinny old man's expression visibly changed from excitement and anticipation to frustration and disappointment.

It's all in vain. I've done so much work, but it's all in vain.

However, he did not blame the flower plant, but only blamed himself for not having more wisdom and wasting the opportunity.

"Well, you can't be my disciple, but if you want to be my disciple's disciple, this wisdom is enough."

"Oh my god, I'm so scared!"

The skinny old man stroked his chest and said, "If he is a disciple of a disciple, then I am his disciple's grandson."

In a second, Master Hui Jing's seniority dropped precipitously. A great imperial master had fallen to the level of a disciple.

But the skinny old man didn't think much about it. As long as he could become a disciple of the God, he would be willing to do rough work like watering and cleaning. What's more, he is now a disciple!

"God-honored master, please accept my disciple Hui Jing's greetings."

The skinny old man bowed his head formally, making it clear that he was the disciple of Shihua.

Uh... Shihua was a little confused. Oh my God, this old guy really likes to be someone's apprentice.

After being out for a long time, Shihua was afraid that Yun would worry, so he decided to pack up and go back.

She tilted her head towards the dilapidated house and said to Hui Jing who was still kneeling on the ground, "Go and take a look inside, is there anything good?"

Shihua could have gone by herself, but the rootless sorcerer was too dirty, especially the strange smell, which made her want to vomit. It was a good opportunity to recruit a disciple, so now she had a chance to use him.

"Yes, Grandmaster, I will go right away."

After receiving the order, Hui Jing got up and went to search the house happily.

The young man in black watched the whole process with his mouth open. Oh my god, it was really a little knife pulling the butt, it opened my eyes.

Master Hui Jing, a high-ranking monk who was usually high and mighty and respected by all people, and to whom even the emperor had to give him some courtesy, actually begged a baby to become his disciple.

Oh, no, that's wrong. It's the kind that one has to become a disciple, kowtow and beg, or act like a spoiled brat to get it. It's the kind that becomes so proud of itself after receiving it that one can't even look at others' faces.

He patted his forehead. Oh my God, was it that he didn’t understand, or was the world changing too fast!

Master Hui Jing was a person with a deep obsession with mysophobia. However, he could not disobey his master's order, so he suppressed his nausea and entered the two small shabby houses.

The shabby house was filled with all kinds of bottles and jars. There was a small stove burning in the corner. In the dark red copper pot, half a pot of dark green, sticky stuff was cooking.

nausea!

Hui Jing's eyes turned back to the bottles and jars. These things were filled with all kinds of greasy, black and disgusting things. These should be the materials used by the sorcerer to perform evil magic.

Things that can harm people cannot be taken away to pollute the eyes of the master, so they should be destroyed.

Without any hesitation, Hui Jing swung out with his palm. The fierce palm wind, with his purification skills, destroyed those evil creatures in minutes.

He put his hands away and continued searching the house.

Entering the inner room, he saw a broken box. Although the box was broken, there was no dust at all, which showed that it was often used.

He ran over as if he had discovered a treasure, covered his hands with a layer of protective cover, and opened the box with his bare hands.

The contents of the box were also strange and gave off a disgusting smell, but the black glass bottle in the corner was different.

Among the pile of objects, the dark black and gold light seems particularly out of place.

If you smell it carefully, the black glass bottle emits a faint fragrance, which dispels the stench around.

This should be a good thing.

He picked it up. It was a small bottle made of black colored glass, designed like a garlic-shaped bottle, with a narrow mouth, tightly plugged with a stopper made of some unknown wood.

The bottle felt cool and refreshing to the touch, but he did not dare to open it. He just held it in his hand and would give it to his master later.

I looked around again and found a secret door on the back wall.

The secret door had traces of being trapped by magic. Perhaps the person who cast the magic was dead, and the magic was broken, so the secret door appeared.

As soon as he approached the wooden door, Hui Jing felt the overwhelming resentment from inside.

He put his hands together and quickly chanted a mantra for the afterlife. The Sanskrit sound lingered, and the overwhelming resentment inside the wooden door calmed down a little.

Pushing open the secret door, there was a secret room. There were several wooden shelves in the secret room. Obviously, the shelves were often used and were not covered with dust.

On the wooden shelf were clay dolls of all sizes and shapes. If you looked closely, you would find that at least one little devil was imprisoned in each clay doll.

The little ghosts seemed to sense the Buddha's aura on him and retreated into the corner, but they opened their big eyes and looked at the old monk in front of them curiously.

Master Hui Jing practiced the path of compassion, and when he saw these poor little ghosts, he felt compassion and could not bear to see them destroyed, so he turned back and asked Shihua for advice.

Shihua had already sensed the resentment. The warlock who was the main reason for hurting Daguoguo had already been turned into slag, so there was no need for the other little ghosts to be buried with him.

She said to Hui Jing, "Don't you know how to pray for the salvation of the dead? Pray for them all! In their next life, let them be reborn into a good family."

"Yes."

Hui Jing clasped his hands together and responded respectfully. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. Although this young master was terribly strong, he was also a kind person. It seemed that he had made the right choice in choosing this big brother, oh no, this master brother.

As expected, he is a great monk, he is so strong.

By reciting the mantra of rebirth, all the little ghosts can be liberated.

The little ghosts broke away from the clay dolls that imprisoned them and turned into wisps of transparent or translucent spirits floating in the air.

Under the effect of the Rebirth Mantra, the spirits became calm and peaceful. Then they knelt down to worship Shihua and Huijing, and then turned into golden light and floated between heaven and earth.

Miraculously, strands of golden light of merit floated towards Hui Jing and Shihua’s bodies.

Shihua collected all the golden light of merit and thought to himself: It turns out that in this strange world, beating bad guys can earn golden light of merit and gold coins. It seems that I have to beat more bad guys to accumulate merit in the future.

And it was also the first time that Master Hui Jing felt such a strong golden light of merit. He was even more determined to cling to the support of the God of Flowers.

"Master, this is what we found during the search. Take a look. Is it still useful?"

Hui Jing held the black glass bottle in both hands and presented it to Shihua respectfully.

Shihua took the glass bottle and gently opened the lid. Inside was a handful of black and gold powder, which smelled faintly of lotus.

As expected, her "old friend" is everywhere and follows her like a shadow.

Wait, that's not right...

Shihua carefully felt the black and gold powder.

Oh my god, in addition to the lotus fragrance, there was actually a very faint demonic aura in the powder. However, the smell of this demonic aura was so faint that she almost ignored it.

Old man, are you still alive?

In this life, hehe, let’s continue playing.