Surrounded by mountains, positioning against the sun, the direction is not difficult to distinguish.

Li Hongru was once carried by Yang Su and ran to Tuhun Kingdom with this sense of direction.

At this time, he kept urging Yang Su to confirm the correct position as soon as possible.

"You should teach me to become a bird so that I can fly around with you," Li Hongru said regretfully.

"It's you!"

Yang Su sneered.

The second-grade Yuanshen rank can't even touch the threshold of "The Eighteen Changes of Jin Peng".

Tao Yiran took away the "Eighteen Changes of Golden Peng". If Gongsun Ju had the intention, this guy would have the chance to learn it.

But Yang Su felt that Li Hongru should not think about turning into a bird for a long time.

In addition to the lack of the standard of the soul, the transformation of birds in "The Eighteen Changes of the Golden Peng" is not that easy to learn.

"Do you know why there are very few great practitioners who learn snail art?" Yang Su said.

"Maybe it's because I can't get in touch with this kind of magical scripture?" Li Hongru said strangely.

"No," Yang Su shook his head and said, "There are too many cases of falling to death if you don't learn skills."

"The great practitioner still fell..."

Li Hongru remembered Yuan Tiangang's half-cut snake tail and stopped his mouth in disappointment.

Some abilities cannot be progressed step by step at all. If you miss it, an accident will occur.

Compared to learning other magic, flying is obviously a highly risky magic.

It is not very dangerous to learn a half-barrel of water in other abilities and can be used as a means, but flying techniques are likely to kill a literati.

"Birds are not that easy to change, and there are not many great practitioners who died in "The Eighteen Changes of Jin Peng".

Yang Su sneered.

This made Li Hongru mutter and look down on whom?

As long as he was given eight hundred gold, he would go to Gongsun Ju. No matter how many changes he could learn, he would study this book first.

Taiwu's cultivation is in place, and he is not worried that he will only show one wing, and that even a single hair will be missing after he becomes a bird.

Li Hongru's raid was not slow.

Many steep places can be crossed by flying.

As a martial arts powerhouse, he is not tired of rushing to the road.

However, Li Hongru needed to find a stable place to sleep and rest in order to restore the strength of the literati's soul.

If Li Hongru did not recover, Yang Su's legs were in the shape of white bones, which was also shameful.

At this time, Yang Su had to wander around, turning into birds from time to time to search for nearby.

"Let's go, there are some buildings over there, so it's okay to clean and rest."

After running for nearly half a day, Yang Su made a point.

This finally made Li Hongru feel relieved.

This is where you find a safe place.

"You are too pretentious. Can't you just find a piece of grass to lie down and rest!"

"My body is not as strong as yours. It will be very uncomfortable to be bitten by mosquitoes, snakes and ants."

Yang Su complained, and Li Hongru had reasons.

The two of them walked quickly and after crossing a mountain, they immediately saw a house not far away.

This is a shabby temple.

In the center of the temple, the Buddha statues worshipped have collapsed.

This was burned by a fire once, and there were obvious black smoke marks in many places in the temple.

Most of the places have become a broken wall, leaving only a few sporadic small independent houses.

Li Hongru opened the door, gave up several houses for raising livestock, and finally found a place that looked pretty clean.

Only some scattered firewood remains in this house, and it seems that it was a firewood room in the past.

Do a little cleaning? Yang Su was urging him to go to bed again? Li Hongru had to take two cloth pads and lay down.

In a daze, Li Hongru could hear the Zen sounds singing.

Thinking of the groups of Buddhas and nuns in Wanfo Mountain? He felt a sudden heart and then turned over.

At this time, Yang Su was still sitting cross-legged in the room, just looking out through the window.

This made Li Hongru squeeze through.

Just through the gap in the window? He could see that the fire outside lighted up and there were piles of monks with bare heads sitting on the ground.

Many monks have different appearances? But all the monks took the wooden fish? They sat cross-legged and beat, and blurted out the Buddha's chant from time to time.

The monks shouted slogans in unison, making the sounds hundreds of meters in a radius.

"Where do so many monks come from such places?" Li Hongru asked.

"It's just a group of dead monks," Yang Su replied: "Maybe he died in the fire, and he came to cry on the Ancestor Festival."

"It looks like there are five or six hundred people? There are too many monks who died in this fire."

The fifteenth day of July has not passed yet? This is still a time for the ghosts to jubilate.

Yang Su didn't care about ghosts.

As long as he does not encounter any level of the Duke of Ksitigarbha, he has no fear. If he cannot defeat him, he can escape even if he cannot defeat him.

At this time, he stared at the monks, just guarding against some of the possible appearances.

But Yang Su observed for a long time? He found that this was really a bunch of mourning monks.

Many monks seem to be reciting the scriptures of salvation.

Many monks noticed the living people, but no one came to pay attention to them at all.

"Maybe the monks in this temple slept in separate bunks? They all died in a pile during the fire!"

Yang Su felt that there were indeed a few monks, and it was difficult to live in a temple? It was even more difficult to support it.

But he didn't know why so many monks came.

The two of them whispered a few words, too lazy to care about the monks.

Yang Su asked several questions? Hearing that Li Hongru's soul magic power was approaching to recover? He immediately urged him to release the Nanming Dinghuo immediately.

Waves of burning sensation came? It immediately caused Yang Su to cry out in pain and bring some relief.

Ksitigarbha's magic caused him a great loss, but it also caused many resentful souls to riot.

This greatly increased the efficiency of Li Hongru's release of the Southern Ming Dinghuo burning, far better than before.

This is a mixed matter of good fortune and misfortune.

The hidden dangers in his body were constantly being eliminated and approaching a certain critical value.

If he could control his resentful souls, Yang Su felt that he could barely fight a protracted battle, and relied on his bone body to exchange injuries for injuries.

But after all, it is safer to remove the resentful souls. For a moment, he urged Li Hongru to use his heart to Dinghuo in the Nanming Ming Dynasty.

"Okay, I must be attentive!"

Li Hongru responded silently, without enough gold, Yang Su would never wait for him to be the last person in his life to be able to survive Ding Huo Xiaoyuan in the South Ming Dynasty.

Both of them have their own thoughts right now.

After a while, someone knocked on the door outside the woodshed, some of the careful thoughts stopped.

"The two donors have unique skills, I wonder if they can help the monks with help!"

Outside the window, the sound of wooden fish and Buddha's yello in the broken temple stopped, and many monks looked over their heads.

"I have no interest in ghost matters," Yang Su shook his head and said.

"Are you rich?"

Li Hongru asked.

Having seen the money of monk Jiufu and having the family background of monk Huicong in Daye Temple, Li Hongru felt that the monks were all very rich.

Yang Su's refusal and Li Hongru's questioning were different, which also caused monks outside to whisper.

"The little monk Yankong died of being greedy for wealth. I hope you will have mercy on us lonely souls."

"After our death, our resentful souls entered the underworld. We have not wanted to be reincarnated for a long time, but we just want to see what will harm us and other evil people."

"Year after year, the longest elder among us has been waiting for more than two hundred years."

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To be continued...