He saw that the "big ball" was split by Su Qinghou’s sword, and a white shadow like a ghost quickly collapsed from the inside and then disappeared in a flash.
Hu Ling’s hidden soul is also troubled. Who is this white shadow?
Hu Ling hid the soul and returned to the mountain peak first.
Born to kneel there, he was cut off with one hand, and his face was pale, and the whole person kept trembling with fear and pain.
Xiaowu asked, "Where are Su Qinghou and Fang Qingyun?"
Hu Ling hid the soul and said, "Su Qinghou took Fang Qingyun away."
Xiao Wu didn’t expect Su Qinghou to come at this time. She also wanted to track Su Qinghou in this mountain. It is almost impossible. This Xiao Wu is also very upset.
She said to Hu Ling, "Maybe this talkative guy shouldn’t die."
Hu Ling hid the soul and said, "He was badly hurt. I also inserted a bamboo stick into his chest from his armpit. His viscera were also hurt. Maybe he won’t make it."
Xiao Wu hated, "I hope this talkative thing is seriously injured and saved. Since he was rescued by Su Qinghou, this mute doesn’t have to stay!"
Xiaowu took the sword from a hand and stabbed it into his natural chest to vent his hatred.
Poor thing was born with a sword piercing his heart. He fell to the ground and convulsed in pain and died.
Hu Ling took a look at the natural corpse and those bloodstained opponents and said, "Clean up the corpse and blood, and leave no blood."
The four masters of the four seas wondered if Hu Ling had hidden the soul and asked them to clean up the body and blood.
But Hu Ling hid the soul and made them do it.
They threw natural corpses and broken hands on the cliff and carefully cleaned up the blood.
Hu Ling Tibetan Soul knew that the monk Feiyun lived here in seclusion that year, and this temple was built by the monk Feiyun, which gave Hu Ling Tibetan Soul a sense of belonging and closeness.
So he won’t destroy things here, and he won’t let corpses and blood defile this sacred place.
Hu Ling’s hidden soul went to the temple to have a look.
One room in the temple was spotless.
There is a wooden bed in the room with a big word "Zen" written on the square wall of the bed.
There is a kapok cassock stacked on the bed in all directions.
There is a string of beads in the cassock.
Hu Ling’s Tibetan soul moved this string of beads in his heart. He knew it was a flying cloud monk’s beads!
At the moment, Hu Ling’s hidden soul suddenly understood that this house was the residence of a monk before his death.
This room is exactly the meditation room of Feiyun monk before his death.
When the monk knew that his life had come to an end, he took off his cassock, picked the beads, folded the cassock, put the beads in his cassock, and sat on the "sacred stone" of that peak in his close-fitting clothes …
Things in Qingyun’s house don’t move behind Feiyun’s death, and people are not allowed to enter this meditation room casually.
Fang Qingyun will occasionally come in and sit still for a long time.
It’s like a dead friend making a cross-talk
Strange to say, this house has never been cleaned, but it doesn’t drop a trace of dust.
It seems that there is a magical power in the room that keeps the room spotless.
Hu Ling’s hidden soul reached out and gently stroked the string of beads and the cassock.
The rage in his eyes also dissipated.
There is a small bamboo basket next to the bed. Hu Ling’s Tibetan soul hits the bamboo basket, so something catches the eye of Hu Ling’s Tibetan soul.
That’s a sandalwood bowl!
