The Heavenly Master Gives Me Food: Brother and Sister Bravely Enter the World of Cultivation

Yu Zhouwan took them to where they were staying.

"Uncle, I'm back." Yu Zhouwan shouted, and everyone turned to look at her.

Naturally, he noticed the two people behind her, and Jue Liao looked at the silent boy at a glance.

The young man's entire body was filled with red and black evil energy, which was extremely strong.

His eyes were unfocused and nothing around him could elicit any reaction from him.

He teleported to the boy's side and shouted "Amitabha".

The Buddhist mantra fell on Yu Zhenyue like a chain.

Yu Zhouwan saw that the red and black spiritual energy on his brother's body seemed to be burned by something, and it shrank into Zhen Yue's body, resisting the Buddhist spell.

The Buddhist mantra could only stay on the surface of his body and could not get any closer.

A look of pain appeared on Yu Zhenyue's face, as if the struggle between the two sides' spiritual power was causing him great pain.

Jue Liao put away his spiritual power, and Zhen Yue knelt on one knee.

"Junior brother!" Yan Anzhen supported Yu Zhenyue.

"Brother!" Xiao Zhenyan and Xiao Zhenmo ran to their brother anxiously.

Yu Zhouwan took a step forward anxiously, then stopped.

Sure enough, after he recovered, he stood aside with an expressionless face.

No matter how Xiao Zhenyan and Xiao Zhenmo shouted, there was no response.

Yu Zhouwan took a deep breath and said calmly, "Yanyan, Momo, come back."

Xiao Zhenyan and Xiao Zhenmo returned to their sister feeling disappointed.

"Wan girl, your brother seems to have his soul locked up by someone and has also been injected with a puppet spirit." Jue Liao's face was heavy.

"Puppet spirit!" Feng Weili shouted in disbelief.

"What is a puppet spirit?" Yu Zhouwan asked.

"Puppet spirit, puppet, is the evil spirit that can control people's actions. Once the puppet spirit is planted in you, you can only obey the orders of the puppet master in this life." Feng Weili's face was gloomy. He didn't expect that there were people in the world of cultivation who could actually cultivate a puppet spirit.

"Isn't this puppet spirit a forbidden technique? And I heard that the formula for practicing it has been lost!" Yan Anzhen frowned. He didn't expect that his junior brother would be planted with such a vicious forbidden technique.

"During the execution of the forbidden technique back then, the records of the forbidden techniques were indeed destroyed, and the people who practiced the forbidden techniques at that time were also crippled. I just don't know if anyone from the three sects and three schools who were the executors wrote down the forbidden techniques at that time." Feng Weili's voice was low and hoarse, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

"Given Zhen Yue's current condition, can Master Pu Jue of Rama Temple save him?" Yu Zhouwan asked worriedly.

Feng Weili looked at his niece in confusion. Master Le Jue was right beside him, so he could just ask him directly.

Feng Weili didn't expect that Yu Zhouwan and Song Lisheng only knew rumors about Master Lejue of Rama Temple.

Moreover, Master Liaojue was the greatest monk in the Rama Temple. They had never thought that they would be so lucky to meet Liaojue as soon as they arrived at Mount Pujue.

As soon as Feng Weili arrived, he was sure that Jue Liao was Le Jue and did not specifically introduce him to Yu Zhouwan. Yu Zhouwan thought that he was just a master of Rama Temple whom Feng Weili knew.

"Master, can my eldest nephew be saved?" Feng Weili asked Jue Liao respectfully.

Jue Liao stroked his beard, shook his head and said, "Difficult!"

Yu Zhouwan's pupils shrank. Is there really no way?

"Uncle, didn't you say that Master Le Jue from the Rama Temple can save Zhen Yue? Let's go to the Rama Temple to find Master Le Jue now." Yu Zhouwan grabbed Feng Weili's clothes tightly, with a flame burning in his eyes.

Feng Weili's eyes turned slightly red when he saw the anxious Wanwan, Yanyan and Momo with red eyes.

"Master, I heard that there is a spirit control spell in the Rama Temple, which is specifically designed to fight against this kind of evil spirit."

Jue Liao interrupted Feng Weili and said, "There is such a Buddhist mantra, but to save this young master, not only does it require the Buddhist mantra in my temple, but it also requires the pure spiritual power of the first-class alchemist of Qingshan Sect to assist. As far as I know, the only first-class alchemist in Qingshan Sect is the leader. Can Mr. Feng ask him to help?"

Feng Weili was silent. He didn't have the face to ask the leader of a major sect to help protect the law.

Pure spiritual power. Yu Zhouwan slowly turned her head to look at her sister. She had heard Zhuoran say that Yanyan was the spiritual root of a medicinal tree, and the spiritual power in her body was pure spiritual power.

"That's not a problem. As long as Master Le Jue can help, I can find an alchemist with pure spiritual power."

Jue Liao looked at Yu Zhouwan in surprise. She looked so confident that it didn't seem fake.

Jue Liao nodded, "If that's the case, we can give it a try. The main problem now is that the road to the Rama Temple is blocked."

Everyone turned to look at the thunder and lightning raging on Mount Pujue, and a layer of gloom filled their hearts.

Almost everyone here has experienced the thunder tribulation of promotion and is afraid of thunder.

This time we are moving forward in the face of thunder, so we must be mentally prepared before entering.

Everyone came to the foot of Mount Pujue, where Jue Liao sat cross-legged, muttering something, with Buddhist mantras all around his body.

Rays of golden light fell into the thunder curtain.

"That's the monk from Rama Temple!"

"Yes, hurry over there. It looks like he knows how to get into Mount Pujue. Hurry and follow him."

Some people noticed Jue Liao's actions and rushed over one after another.

Feng Weili stood up, exerted his spiritual power, and instantly raised a barrier to prevent others from approaching.

"What are you doing? This is not your home. Why don't you let us get closer?" someone accused loudly.

Feng Weili glanced at the man coldly and raised his hand slightly. The person who spoke was instantly thrown out, knocking down a group of trees.

"Who else is dissatisfied?"

Suddenly everyone took a step back and dared not speak.

Those who came closer were all independent cultivators, and people from the three sects and schools stood not far away, using their own methods to investigate the situation on Mount Pujue.

When the Tianyuan Sect disciples saw Yan Anzhen and Yu Zhenyue with the monks from Rama Temple, they walked over to Elder Qinghua.

"Master, Junior Brother Yan and Junior Brother Yu are over there."

Qinghua opened his eyes and took a look. "Yes, I know. I agreed to their leaving."

When Qinghua thought about when Junior-nephew Yan and Junior-nephew Yu came to see him, he guessed something.

That silent child is indeed different.

After waiting for nearly two hours, Jue Liao opened his eyes.

"Master, what happened?" Yan Anzhen asked while squatting beside Jue Liao.

Jue Liao stood up slowly and spoke in a louder voice.

"In another half an hour, the thunderstorm will weaken, but if you want to enter Pujue Mountain, you must have a cultivation base of at least the Nascent Soul Stage or an Earth-level protective magic weapon. If you go in rashly, you will be covered in lightning."

The surroundings suddenly became quiet after two breaths.

"Hahaha, thanks to my Earth-level magic weapon, I can go in." Someone shouted happily.

Yu Zhouwan frowned and looked at the excited person.

By shouting like that, he was undoubtedly seeking his own death.

There were already people around that man slowly approaching him, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Many people dispersed, and I don’t know who will go in later.