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Chapter 315 The Six Altars of the Ancestor Sutra
Wanwan's words made Huang Xikong fall into deep thought.

His first reaction was that he accidentally contracted it when he swallowed Qu Yuan's yin energy last night.

But not sure.

Qu Yuan's body was indeed extremely violent, but when he absorbed the opponent's Yin energy, he had consciously controlled the purification and absorption of that part of the Yin energy.

Wanwan put her hands in front of her body, walked around him, and nodded with certainty: "It's anger, although not much."

"Yesterday, in order to suppress Qu Yuan, I absorbed part of her Yin Qi."

Huang Xikong explained truthfully, Wanwan still knitted her brows together, shook her head and said, "No, I've seen that female ghost sister before. Although she has a violent aura on her body, I remember that the smell is different from yours."

Although Wanwan couldn't determine the source of her anger, she didn't dwell on it for too long.

Now that we have discovered it, we can curb the growth of hostility as soon as possible.

Wanwan stood in front of him and thought for a while. Upon seeing this, Huang Xikong couldn't help but ask: "Is anger a very bad thing for me?"

Wanwan nodded: "When your hostility grows to a certain level, Uncle Huang, you will gradually lose control of your murderous intention."

Huang Xikong was slightly startled. He believed in Wanwan in this aspect.

Immediately, he calmly said: "What is the solution?"

"Ordinary people usually go to relatively peaceful and quiet places to cultivate their mind and nature, such as temples and Taoist temples, but Uncle Huang is not suitable for such places, and he cannot wear accessories such as Jade Buddha and Jade Bodhisattva..."

Wanwan touched her chin in distress.

Anger is not easy to eliminate.

Xia Zhihuai was confused when he heard this and interrupted: "Can't you put a talisman on him to drive away the evil spirit?"

Wanwan looked up at him with a somewhat speechless expression. Xia Zhihuai felt that her suggestion was quite good: "What's wrong? Am I wrong? Yin energy can be eliminated, bad luck can be eliminated, and evil spirits can be eliminated. Why can’t the anger be eliminated?”

Makes sense.

But it makes no sense.

"Animosity and evil spirit are completely different things."

Wanwan racked her brains and couldn't think of a better explanation, so she decisively gave up communicating with her idiot brother.

Xia Zhihuai felt a little guilty when Huang Xikong looked at him. He touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment and pointed at the death-cutting tablet in his hand: "Read it quickly. After reading it, I will give it to the two little Taoist priests over there."

Huang Xikong lazily withdrew his sharp eyes and looked down at the sign with his palm cut into two parts. His tentacles felt a cold feeling. He gently rubbed the pad of his right thumb on the sign. There were some rough lines on it that made his movements suddenly There was a pause.

Xia Zhihuai was observing his reaction, and when he saw something strange about him, he immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

"The pattern looks a bit familiar."

After Huang Xikong pondered for a while, he slowly said: "I must have seen it somewhere before. I forgot whether it was before life or after death, but these lines should be only a small part of a certain pattern."

Hua Juan walked up to him, a little wary of Huang Xikong, but still took the initiative to ask: "Can I take a look?"

Huang Xikong glanced at him and threw the sign into his arms: "Read it if you want."

Hua Juan lowered his head and carefully checked the fate card, then handed half of it to Hu Jie behind him.

Hu Qie carefully stroked the half of the wooden sign and whispered: "It is the same as the life-cutting sign that I got before. It should be some kind of formation diagram."

"But it's not all." Hua Juan was convinced by Hu Qie's words. In addition to being unable to see, Hu Qie's talent for cultivating mysteries was far superior to his.

In this trip to investigate Mo Yanshu's mission to intercept the fate card, Master also asked him to put Hu Jie's judgment first.

Hu Qie handed the death-cutting tablet to Hua Juan and asked him to keep it safe. He turned around and faced Wanwan with a puzzled expression on his face.

Wanwan stood with her back to him, with a round back of her head, a cute three-headed body, and a pretending to be deep, but he couldn't see any of this. The only thing he could perceive was a golden ball of light. Like a walking little jar of spiritual energy.

As soon as she had an idea, Wanwan clenched her small fist in her right hand and pounded it into the palm of her left hand. She suddenly raised her head and said with bright eyes, "I know how to deal with Uncle Huang's anger."

Huang Xikong knelt down and looked directly into her innocent and clear eyes: "What can I do?"

Wanwan raised the corners of her mouth: "Copy the scriptures."

The corner of Huang Xikong's mouth twitched, and he flicked her forehead with his fingertips. Seeing that the Yin Qi was burning even more than before, he snorted coldly: "Do you want me to lose my soul early? I may not be able to bear the encounter with a monk chanting sutras." , where can I copy scriptures?”

Wanwan touched her forehead and explained very seriously: "It's okay, Uncle Huang, you'll know after you try it."

Gui Gui copied the scriptures, she accidentally listened to the immortal king in heaven.

When they were studying in the Tianjie Zaizai class, every once in a while, the elder would ask several immortals and fairies to give lectures to them, mainly to improve the children's vision and knowledge and enrich their experience.

Wanwan took out a folded dark yellow book from her pocket and handed it to Huang Xikong: "This is the scripture I copied before. Uncle Huang, please copy it a hundred times according to this. The bad things on your body will be removed." It will disappear."

"A hundred or so times?" Huang Xikong opened the book in his hand and looked at the first few large characters written in it. The handwriting looked very childish, but through the neat copying, one could see the attitude of the person who copied it. It should be taken very seriously.

""The Six Altars of the Ancestor Sutra"."

Huang Xikong briefly read through it and found that just reading it did not have any impact on him.

"Okay, let me try." Huang Xikong put away the notebook, took out two full paper bags out of thin air, and stuffed them into Wanwan's arms, "Zhuqing made these for you yesterday. He asked me to keep them. I'll give it to you when you get back, but your brother called me over last night, so I brought it here. Don't leave these freshly baked foods for too long, and... remember to thank her when you go back."

Wanwan held the two bags in surprise and nodded: "Sister Zhuqing is so good, I like her."

Xia Zhihuai: "You like all the food I gave you."

Wanwan raised her head and said arrogantly: "That's different. Sister Zhuqing made it specially for me, but you didn't, brother!"

Xia Zhihuai couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and looked at her with a half-smile: "...How do you know Zhuqing didn't do it for me?"

Wanwan looked at Huang Xikong.

"He finished eating last night." Huang Xikong spread his hands and said helplessly.

Wanwan curled her lips: "..." Without showing off her success, her happiness was suddenly halved.

……

Hua Juan and Hu Jie briefly communicated with them and learned that Mo Yanshu's uncle Mo Zexu already knew about the life-cutting cards and had left the program to go back to deal with family matters. The two immediately chose to leave and prepared to leave the Iron City. First try to contact Mo Zexu, and then decide whether to go to Mo's house to explore the situation.

Watching the black car leave, Huang Xikong leaned lightly on the tree trunk at the door, looking up at the swaying branches above his head. His eyelids suddenly trembled. He stood up straight and whispered: "I remembered, that death-cutting sign." The pattern on it…”

Xia Zhihuai and Wanwan both turned around: "Huh?"

"In the underground palace, the pattern engraved on the coffin board that suppressed me before is similar to that one."

Huang Xikong's voice was cold, and the joyful look on his face gradually faded.

(End of this chapter)