Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 298
An Qingli was fighting at the bottom, but she couldn't escape the spiritual consciousness of the two Dujie ancestors.

The cultivation base of Transcending Tribulation Realm is no more than that of the land gods in the Lan Realm here, and within a radius of several hundred miles, no disturbance can escape their eyes and ears.

Just now, there was no trace of the black flames around An Qingli's body, and the rapidly turning skull.

Patriarch Qi Gao showed a hint of surprise in his eyes: "This little girl, her kung fu attainments are far higher than her cultivation base. Fortunately for the sect, she is another person after the best."

Patriarch Qi Min also agreed, took a sip of his wine and said with a smile, "I thought I was protecting a seedling of alchemy, but I didn't want to protect a seedling of Dharma cultivation. It was a surprise."

The white bones that have become refined have been removed, and the remaining few bones have not grown into anything, and have been cleaned up by Lei Yihu.

The Thunderwing Tiger, covered in blood, returned home triumphantly.

Fighting and bleeding is much more comfortable than staying in a spirit animal bag.

"Good job."

An Qingli approved, applied healing plaster on the little tiger, took out the ghost banner, and recited the formula to absorb the black ghost energy into it.

Originally, the resentful spirit in the ghost banner had been saved, and An Qingli was going to hand over the ghost banner to the smelting fire.

However, in the book on how the hunchbacked Nascent Soul refines puppets, it also mentions the use of ghost banners by the way.

An Qingli is also a quick learner, and after reading it, she can get started.

In addition, she often takes in some obsessed ghosts to help them fulfill their wishes, so she uses this ghost flag as an object to store ghosts.

The last time I went back to Tian Yunzong to help my master overcome the Danlei Tribulation, I still used the red lotus bone umbrella to store the soul, which was a bit incomplete.

Now with this dark ghost banner, there is no need to worry about those souls escaping or collapsing.

An Qingli collected the black ghost energy, and also took the souls of many ascetics into the ghost banner.

These ascetics all wanted to get rid of the bones, but were killed by the bones. After death, they were too obsessed and their souls lingered, so they gathered halfway up the mountain and hid in several other coffins.

However, they couldn't do anything to the spirited bones during their lifetime, and it was the same after death. Instead, they were held by the bones and became the companions of the bones.

"Thank you, fellow daoist, for making my brothers obsessed."

Two souls did not enter the ghost banner, thanked An Qingli with relief, turned into green smoke, and re-entered reincarnation.

The Buddha's light flashed on An Qingli's wrist, and two streams of pure white merit power poured into An Qingli's body.

Of the two brothers, one died here first, and the other came here to seek revenge, and was also killed by the bones.

As for the souls that were collected into the ghost banners, they had a lot of obsessions. Some missed their wives and children, some wanted to go back to the sect for another look, and some hated the failure of the Dao and did not want to enter reincarnation at this time.

An Qingli would have to work for several days if she wanted to save these ghosts.

But the ghosts were full of yin, and they were very comfortable to stay in. In addition, An Qingli didn't use them to practice, and those ghosts were a little reluctant to leave this new nest.

This ghost streamer is much more comfortable than the coffin on the cliff.

A ghost actually begged An Qingli, saying that it wanted to practice in the ghost streamer, and also wanted to ask An Qingli to help it get a book or two of secret methods of ghost cultivation.

As long as the mind is strong enough, the ghost way may not be impossible.

An Qingli didn't agree immediately, unless the ghost recognized its master and was willing to be driven by her.

The white bones that have become fine have been removed, and the black energy halfway up the mountain is no longer there.

The brave villagers have come out of their hiding places.

This village is quiet and secluded with singing birds and fragrant flowers, but the aura is thin, and the coffins halfway up the mountain also had black air many years ago.

According to the experience passed down by the ancestors, when the black air dissipates, everything will be as usual.

But this time the black air dissipated, it was a bit unusual.

A man and a tiger emerged from the scattered black air.

An Qingli came down with the sword, the yellow Taoist robe on her body was hunting, and the gossip patterns were embroidered on the Taoist robe, and the Thunder Wing Tiger covered in wounds fluttered its wings to accompany her.

The old village chief, who was leaning on crutches, boldly walked up to him with his eyes narrowed, trembling, and asked in fear and excitement, "Grandpa Daomen, Grandpa Tiger, come to my Wuyou Village, what are you doing?"

"Grandpa Tiger?" Little Huzi said cheerfully, "I've only lived for ten years, and you call me Grandpa? Grandpa, old man, how old are you this year?"

Little Huzi remembered An Qingli's teaching, to speak with discretion, to speak the most kind words, and to fight the most ruthless.

The old village head tremblingly raised an old hand, made a gesture, and said with a smile: "It's not young, there are eight in twenty, and there are two grandchildren."

The little tiger looked at the old man strangely.

"I happened to pass by. Since this is a worry-free village, let's live without worry for generations to come."

An Qingli nodded slightly, patted the tiger's head, and walked away with the sword.

Some people don't know the blessings while they are in the blessings, and some people don't know the disasters when they are in trouble.

Perhaps those ancestors who learned the truth have been erased, and after a few generations, those descendants think that they will die at the age of thirty or forty, which is also reasonable.

Sometimes ignorance is not a bad thing.

"Grandpa Taoist, are you gods?" There was a voice from behind, it was the excited voice of a child.

An Qingli didn't look back, but also replied: "Not yet."

Then the received soul told An Qingli that the white bone had a magical power that could erase the memories of these villagers.

So for so many years, even though Yujian or vacant monks came here one after another, they did not leave a memory in the hearts of these people.

Winter goes and spring comes, summer hides and autumn comes, time doesn't stop.

In the Ji family in Luofeng City in the south, the ancestor of Huashen finally gathered sixty great-grandchildren, and was extremely happy.

A few of them had quite good qualifications and were sent to the sect.

There were still forty great-grandchildren missing, and the ancestor of Huashen deliberately found more than a dozen multi-fruited fruits and sent them to Ji Lianhao in the dark room.

Ji Lianhao's eyes were dark and he was bald.

The high spirits of the past are completely gone, and the enthusiasm for women is also completely gone.

Everything is waiting for him to go out!
When he leaves this dark room, everything has to start all over again.

He became bald, but also became stronger.

The wind blew up, stirring the wind spirit's long, sparse hair.

In the Western Zhulan Country, An Qingli took a soul and went to a busy market.

There are many eateries in the downtown area, all along the street.

In the dark of night, An Qingli walked around with the soul all night, and the soul satiated with the fireworks in his hometown before reincarnating contentedly.

This ghost originally left his hometown and died of starvation by the roadside. After his death, he stayed in a house of corrupt officials. He refused to leave and even scared the old lady into a faint.

An Qingli originally rushed to a battlefield to save the undead, and by the way, he entered the house and collected this soul into the ghost banner.

In a barren mountain, there is a very beautiful pear tree.

The pear blossoms are cool.

A restraint was set up under the pear tree, and a man and a woman inside were performing lingering affairs with ecstasy.

There is a mole on the top of the girl's lips, it is Wu Xingyun from Tianyinzong.

The man is masculine and handsome, with firm muscles. He is An Qingjin of Tian Yunzong.

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