A story of a peasant girl from a poor family

Chen Xin was originally sitting cross-legged, but at this moment he suddenly changed his posture, got up and walked out of the Big Dipper formation, let the seven people sit in front of him, and knelt down instead.

"Thank you, Master, for your help. The disciple has successfully replenished his soul. After a month of retreat, he will be a Nascent Soul when he comes out."

It's not that Chen Xin can reach Nascent Soul from the late Golden Core stage in a month, but that the spiritual power in his body has been continuously condensed, because he can't improve his cultivation, so every time he practice is for To make the spiritual power more pure, it is also constantly compressed.

This point is similar to Lin Luo's deliberate suppression of the realm before, like a flood blocked by a gate.

Once the gate is opened, the flood water will naturally pour.

Hearing what Chen Xin said, the seven of them were very happy, and felt that their efforts for the past three days were not in vain, so they also breathed a sigh of relief.

In three days, they spent a lot of spiritual power, at least it will take several months to fully recover.

"Okay, get up, it doesn't have to be like this." Master Chang Jing also smiled, "It's a good thing that you can make up your soul. We are about to have another person in the Nascent Soul stage in Fulong Temple, and he is still a young disciple like you. it is good."

"Then you can take a good rest, we are leaving too, what can we say after you finish retreating?"

Chen Xin nodded in response, "Yes, Master."

Master Chang Hui and his party left Chen Xin's meditation room angrily, and the other five went back to their respective courtyards to rest. He only brought Master Chang Jing back to his own courtyard.

Sitting on the futon, Master Chang Hui looked at Master Chang Jing opposite, but he didn't say anything.

"Brother, what's the matter?" Master Chang Jing asked.

Master Chang Hui sighed, "Junior brother, just now did you notice a golden mark on Chen Xin's forehead?"

Only Master Chang Hui and Master Chang Jing were directly opposite to Chen Xin, so he would ask Master Chang Jing this question.

Master Chang Jing nodded upon hearing this.

"Senior brother is right. Junior brother indeed saw it, but he didn't know what it was."

"I heard that 1000 years ago, a man whose cultivation level was higher than that of Yuan Ying came to Fulong Temple and lived in Fulong Temple for more than a month. He left a mural behind Fulong Temple. I have been observing it for 100 years. I couldn't see why. But just now, when the nail-sized golden mark appeared on Chen Xin's forehead, I understood."

It's not that the mural is abstract or poorly painted.

In fact, the things of Buddhism are related to the meaning of Zen. It is necessary to decipher the meaning of Zen in order to know the meaning expressed in it.

The moment a golden mark appeared on Chen Xin's forehead, Master Chang Hui realized it.

"What do you mean by senior brother?" Master Chang Jing asked again.

Master Changhui had a complex look on his face, clasping his hands together.

"Amitabha, Chen Xin's life experience is different. He is not as simple as being born in the golden core state. I need to look at the mural again. I am not completely sure if it is what I think. I will leave the matter to you. I need to go to retreat to look at the murals. What I have solved so far is only the first half, and I don’t know if it is correct. If I can solve the second half, maybe I can know what the Nine Evil Hall is like. reason for doing it."

Hearing what Master Chang Hui said, Master Chang Jing was also very solemn.

It is about the Nine Evil Palace, they have to be careful, otherwise accidents are easy to happen.

"Yes, brother, please rest assured." Master Chang Jing replied in a low voice.

After Master Chang Jing left, Master Chang Hui looked up at the sky with a distant expression.

The sky in Qingxuan Continent is probably about to change.

Hall of Nine Sharks

Ghost Mian handed the letter in his hand to the Lord of the Nine Demons with both hands, and the other party took it with one hand and quickly glanced at it.

After reading it, the letterhead was handed to Ghost Mian in the hands of the Lord of Nine Demons. After reading it, Ghost Mian raised his hand to turn the paper in his hand into dust.

"He was born in the alchemy realm of gold, and Chen Xin's current cultivation is still in the golden alchemy realm, because his soul is lacking. Now that he has obtained the lava stone, his soul should be repaired completely, and he should enter the Nascent Soul Stage. Hall Master, Are we going to do something and kill Chen Xin?" Ghost Mian asked in a low voice.

The Lord of the Nine Demons Hall waved his hand, "I have changed my original thinking, and now I am going to do it in a different way, and it will be fine when they improve their cultivation. As for those small sects, they should be destroyed as soon as they are needed, and the Nine Demons will be strengthened." The palace is what matters. Send an order to the secret line of Xunxianzong to find something like Xunxianzong as soon as possible, otherwise there is no need to come back."

"Hallmaster, what do you mean, you want to take action against Xunxianzong?" Guimian asked in surprise.

"Don't ask if you shouldn't ask." The Lord of the Nine Demons said lightly.

Gui Mian's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately bowed to admit his mistake.

"The subordinate knows his mistake, and the subordinate speaks too much."

The Lord of the Nine Demons Hall waved his hand, "I think you are not deviant in your actions on weekdays, so I won't blame you today. Let all the disciples come back from Yunwu Mountain. This time the harvest is quite rich, and I killed many disciples from those famous sects."

After the words fell, his figure disappeared in place.

Ghost Face looked at the empty chair with mixed feelings in his heart.

In the heart of the Lord of the Nine Demons, no matter which sect it is, as long as it blocks his way, he will eradicate it.

There are also those so-called dark lines, if there is no performance, the final result can only be death.

Three days passed in a flash, and Lin Luo and Liu Yi returned to Jingsi Peak.

Looking at the now brand-new courtyard, Lin Luo was quite satisfied.

The courtyard is not as big as the main hall of Juling Peak, but now the sparrow is small, but it has all internal organs and everything.

Liu Yi was worried that Lin Luo would not be able to take good care of her daily life during cultivation, so she specially found a young disciple from the outer sect to take care of her.

This disciple is also a female disciple named Qiushuang.

When Lin Luo heard this name, what was in her mind was that she was fooled into the outer courtyard by two aliases, Chunhua and Qiuyue, on the day she first entered Xunxianzong.

"Qiu Shuang, didn't you hear that there is no distinction between inner and outer doors in Lingyun Pavilion, so why did you come from the outer door? Also, the construction of our courtyard seems to come from the outer door. Why?" Lin Luo was a little curious.

Qiu Shuang smiled slightly, "Miss, I don't know, there is indeed no distinction between the inner sect and the outer sect in the Lingyun Pavilion. If you really want to talk about the slaves, they are not considered as the outer sects, but the disciples from some small sects. We Their talent is not bad in the small sect, they are gathered at the foot of the Lingyun Pavilion, collectively referred to as the outer sect. In fact, the servants are not considered as disciples of the Lingyun Pavilion, but can only be regarded as disciples who may enter the Lingyun Pavilion."

"So it's like this, don't call me Miss, and don't call yourself a slave, call me by my name." Lin Luo said.

She has the memory of her previous life, but she is not used to this kind of name with too strong a class concept, so it is better to call her by her first name.