Medicinal Immortal

The evil yin gas turned into strands of black smoke and was sucked into the holy heaven bowl rotating above. As the evil yin gas was gradually sucked out, the reason was that the evil yin gas turned into a dark ghost. A also disappeared, and the black air on Xingtong's face gradually disappeared, and the distortion was erased, revealing the original face, but his face looked very pale.

Until the last ray of black air was sucked into the holy heaven bowl, Xingtong fell down unsteadily. Tangning reached out to support her and shouted, "Hanzhi!"

"Yes!" Han Zhi replied, and the black figure quickly flew out and came to her to catch the unconscious star pupil.

After handing the star pupil to Han Zhi, Tangning retracted the immortal cord from her body, stretched out her palm, and placed the rotating holy heaven bowl on her palm, watching the wisps of evil spirits in the bowl that have not yet dispersed. Qi and the faint voice, her other hand condensed a force on the bowl and turned, she immediately sat down cross-legged, the moment the bowl floated, her hands folded and closed her eyes, her lips moved slightly, one by one. Complicated characters came out from her mouth, and she began to refine the evil spirits in the bowl.

"Ah! Ah...little bald donkey! Let me out! Let me out!"

"Ah...little bald donkey! I want to kill you! Kill you...ah!"

"No! Let me go, I won't do evil anymore! I don't want to lose my soul... I don't want... Ah! No..."

A screaming scream came out from the holy heaven bowl. The voice went from the first violent curse to the final panic begging for mercy. However, as the holy heaven bowl turned and the Buddhist scriptures were purified, the voice changed greatly. Small, until it disappeared, the soul of the evil spirit was gradually refined, until there was only a gleaming soul left.

Tangning, who had originally closed her eyes, opened her eyes at this moment, and felt that the power of merit became the power in her body with the disappearance of the evil spirit. She stretched out her hand and retracted the holy bowl, holding the holy spirit. Tianbo's palm was faintly hot, and when she looked at the wisp of soul in the bowl, she let out a breath, her eyebrows curled, and a smile appeared.

Holding the holy heaven bowl, she came to Xingtong who was supported by Hanzhi. She stretched out her hand and bounced the soul in the bowl into the center of Xingtong's eyebrows. After a little Buddha light flashed, she said to Hanzhi. : "Well, it's all right, help her back to rest."

"Yes!" Han Zhi responded, and he was relieved. Since the master said it was all right, it must be all right.

Not far away, the students were stunned. Unexpectedly, the Yin Sha, who built the foundation, was actually refined by Master Tang like this?

Only today did they know that the inconspicuous round bamboo around Master Tang’s waist is a thousand-year-old Guanyin bamboo that has the effect of warding off evil spirits. It not only contains the mysterious Buddhist holy heavenly bowl, but also the Buddha seal...

Could it be that Master Tang is already a Taoist Holy Buddha? But he is obviously only a teenager, and he is still a flower monk who does not abide by the Buddhist rules and precepts and loves to eat meat and drink...

Director Gu and Director Lin sighed slightly. Unexpectedly, they are not as good as Master Tang in teaching, and they are also much inferior to him in terms of strength. With such a Master Tang, they really doubt whether they are qualified to be the tutor of this Tianlong Academy?

Nangong Lingyun looked at that dress in Tsing Yi, against a little monk with a small head glowing under the sun, and there was indescribable shock and awe in his heart: "Master Tang is truly worthy of being a Master Tang."