Liao Zhai's Refining God

Chapter 69
Chapter 69 Well Development

"That's good!" Wang Lin nodded. She originally wanted to take care of him when she shared the same room, but she was misunderstood and thought she was better than Long Yang.Wang Lin could only accept it helplessly. After all, the difference between the two bedrooms was only ten meters. Now Wang Lin found that her Xiaojian became more spiritual and could warn of dangers around her in time. Why did Xiaojian show such aptitude? , It really puzzled Wang Lin, and it can only be attributed to the strength of the method of sacrificial refining brought by the previous life.Therefore, it should be possible to prevent it from happening.

"Brother Lu! Let me come." Everyone went into the house to clean up briefly. Wang Lin heard that Lu Ziting found a bucket in the kitchen to fetch water from the well, so she hurried out and said.

Wang Lin couldn't help but take the wooden barrel over, and poured out a bucket of water from the well. Under the observation of Qi Watching Technique, she could see gray mist rising from the bucket, which was the breath of ghosts.Wang Lin beat out the water, and at the same time secretly urged the power of True Yang to purify it before handing it to Lu Ziting.Lu Ziting poured out part of it to wash his face, and the other part went to the kitchen to boil warm water, preparing to wash and bandage the little fox's wound.

The little fox was seriously injured, with a broken front leg and several deep bone wounds on his hind legs and stomach.Lu Ziting seems to have done this kind of work a lot, carefully washed it with warm water, and tied up the broken bones with wooden sticks.During the whole process, although the little fox screamed in pain, he never resisted and let Lu Ziting bandage him.Lu Ziting was also quite surprised that the little fox was so human, and he liked the little fox more and more.

"I have golden sore medicine here!" After the broken leg was bandaged, Wang Lin took out her own golden sore medicine and handed it to him. Of course I took it.

After Lu Ziting finished bandaging, the little fox was drowsy, and the two went back to their respective rooms to rest one after another. After all, it was already midnight.

Wang Lin did not rest, but sat cross-legged on the simple wooden bed and closed her eyes to meditate. This is a compulsory homework every night. When the rest time is short, after meditating, she is more energetic than sleeping.

The stars are shining brightly, and the courtyard is dead silent.Slowly, thick black mist rose from the well. Even ordinary people could see it here. The black mist was too thick.

The little fox seemed to notice something, raised his head and sniffed, and immediately showed a look of extreme fear. His body shrank back involuntarily, and was close to Lu Ziting, but still blocked his petite body in front of Lu Ziting.The small sword that had been lying quietly inside the altar beside Wang Lin slowly floated up, as if sensing danger, and launched a thunderous strike at any time.

The black mist continued to erupt, and slowly, a large amount of black hair gushed out from the mouth of the well, and the hair stretched rapidly, like black vines extending from the mouth of the well, towards the room where Wang Lin and Lu Ziting were.

At the same time, Sanskrit sounds slowly rang out from the well. It seemed that from far to near, from large to small, it gradually became like a grand bell, deafening, but ordinary mortals naturally cannot hear this kind of sound. In other words, Lu Ziting couldn't hear it. If he was awake, he could only hear the slight rustle of black hair rubbing against the ground.At the same time, golden halos shot out from the stones around the mouth of the well, turning into ripples and covering the black hair. The hair was like a trapped giant snake, and it kept rolling towards the bedroom. advance.

At this time, Wang Lin had quietly come to the window to stare at the black hair and the golden light confrontation. At this time, Wang Lin was also horrified. Under the observation of Qi Wang, she found that the hair was not transformed by ghost energy, but the real thing. , Judging from the sound of rubbing against the bluestone on the ground, this hair is extremely strong, not weaker than an iron chain. It is really incredible that such dense hair is so tough.

And as the hair moved forward slowly, the Sanskrit sound became thicker and thicker. It seemed that each syllable could stir up golden light and vibrate like waves, constantly suppressing the extension of the hair.

"So that's it!" At this moment, Wang Lin suddenly realized that he could hear the Sanskrit sound.Previously, Wang Lin got a piece of Buddhist scriptures from the tiger. Wang Lin was always comprehending its profound meaning. Every time after reading it, he felt a sense of mystery and abnormality, but he never found anything special about it. After listening to this passage today Sanskrit sound, Wang Lin suddenly realized.

The sentences in that section of Buddhist scriptures are unique, and there seem to be some small wavy lines on each font. Because it is the natural pattern of animal skin, Wang Lin only now understands that they are short sentences and syllables that mark the recitation of Buddhist scriptures.From the beginning to the end, Wang Lin was obsessed with its profound meaning, but neglected to sing. Only now did she discover that the secret of the Buddhist scriptures is actually the rhythm of its singing. not understand.

"Sure enough, the Dao is unified!" Wang Lin pondered. She had read the spells brought by her previous life and found that the rhythm can mobilize the soul power to make the spell more powerful. The rhythm of the Buddhist scriptures in this world is also the same. It is not a coincidence.

"Prajna Paramita!" Wang Lin chanted softly, but there was no abnormal movement after she uttered it.Immediately, Wang Lin closed her eyes and meditated, listening to the Sanskrit sound outside, and then carefully compared her perception. After an hour, the syllable imitating the Sanskrit sound outside was exported again.

In an instant, these five words seemed to affect the soul energy coiled in the mind, and the five syllables were like the wind blowing the waves, causing the tide of the soul energy in the mind to ebb and flow, as if they were going to come out through the body and turn into notes Yukong flight.

"Prajna Paramita!" Wang Lin paused every word, pouring her energy into the rhythm of the syllables, and the soul power in her mind slowly popped out of her body, and turned into musical notes at the moment of going out, instantly mobilizing the aura between heaven and earth to melt it, There were streaks of golden halos visible to the naked eye, but they were much weaker than the golden halos chanting like Hong Zhong Dalu in the courtyard, so it was not worth mentioning.

Wang Lin has a feeling that this energy body is different from the power of true yang, it seems to contain extremely pure power of purification, especially effective against ghosts.Moreover, Wang Lin found that although she had discovered the tricks of rhythm and obtained a passage of scriptures, she did not practice Buddhism deeply, so the energy that could be activated was minimal.Therefore, it is almost impossible to use this kind of energy to directly attack the ghost in front of you.

"You can try the method of blessing and consecration." Wang Lin pondered for a while. If the way of this world is the same as that of the previous life, the artifacts blessed by Buddhism should also have the effect of restraining ghosts.Therefore, Wang Lin pondered for a while, and the small sword in the altar slowly floated in front of her.

"Prajna Paramita Heart!" Wang Lin could only sing this line at the moment. Although she took out the scripture and read it carefully, the following syllables were even more obscure, and her soul power was not cultivated enough, so she couldn't sing it at all.

But as this sentence came out, a faint golden halo penetrated into the little sword. For a moment, the little sword felt a sense of joy and encouragement, and its internal aura seemed to become thicker and purer.Yes, although the overall power has not improved much, it feels to Wang Lin that she has obtained great benefits.

"Maybe, in the future, we can chant more Sanskrit and Buddhist scriptures to nourish it." Wang Lin pondered, wondering what kind of magic weapon her little sword would evolve into.

(End of this chapter)