Xiuxian Work Log

There is a saying in Cibei Temple that when a disciple truly cultivates a Buddha heart, a wisdom heart tree will grow to prove the disciple's talent.

So far, there are only a number of people who possess a wisdom tree as large as the fingers on one hand. Except for the gifted Living Buddha, there has not been another disciple of the new generation who has grown a wisdom tree.

In the deep pavilions, countless life lanterns floated above the hall. An old man with a solemn aura looked at a ray of green among the countless lights with a look of surprise, and quickly called the disciples guarding the hall.

"Elder Xing, is there anything you want to tell me?"

The disciple, wearing coarse clothes, stepped forward and saluted.

Elder Xing, dressed in a scarlet monk's robe with gold trim and a flowing white beard, looked otherworldly. He twirled his beard with his fingers, his tone rather gratified.

Pointing to the green life light in the distance, he said.

"That is the disciple's life lamp. Ask him to come see me now."

Those who have already developed a Buddhist heart should cultivate it even more. Even if one does not seek to produce another Living Buddha, it is enough to achieve the status of a Grand Master.

The disciple glanced at the life lamp from a distance, feeling a little frightened.

"Is the bank president always talking about the one on the left?"

The elder frowned and said impatiently, "Are you blind? I'm referring to the green one, the one that became the Wisdom Heart Tree."

"Disciple knows his mistake!"

The disciple suddenly knelt down and said, "That life lamp belongs to the traitor Hua Xiangrong. It was my negligence that prevented me from removing it in time."

"Hua Xiangrong...how could it be?"

The elder banker had a complicated expression on his face and sighed.

"After all, he has no connection with my Mercy Temple. Blame it on his rebellious father."

The life lamp flickered, and the disciple cried out in alarm: "Master Xing, the life lamp is going out."

"The Living Buddha must have found them. Take away those extra life lamps."

"Yes!" the disciple answered respectfully.

The elder waved his sleeves and left.

*

The sapling fell to the ground, its roots deeply embedded in the soil and continued to extend downwards. New leaves grew out from the top, and the trunk continued to grow thicker and longer.

Hua Xiangrong felt as if she was sitting on a tree branch, her vision kept rising up, and there was nothing around her.

There was only this tree and him.

The power was transferred from the tree to the boy's body bit by bit, the broken meridians were restored bit by bit, and the spiritual energy slowly repaired the damage to his body.

Hua Xiangrong did not stop until his body was healed. He allowed the power to enter his body. It seemed that there was a voice in the dark telling him that this would not hurt him.

The tree stopped growing, but the power doubled and entered Hua Xiangrong's body. The spiritual power accumulated in the body bit by bit, gradually forming a concentrated sphere.

Slowly, hands and feet grew out of the ball, and the blurry face became clearer and clearer. Hua Xiangrong looked at the little man in her dantian, feeling a little confused and surprised.

He... has established his foundation already?

Is there no thunder tribulation?

Could this be the function of the Wisdom Heart Tree? No wonder they all want the Wisdom Heart Tree.

Hua Xiangrong's spiritual sense touched the face of a little man who looked exactly like him, and the next second a dazzling light shone into his eyes.

"Moon?"

A cheerful sword sound rang out, and a slender, scaly sword flew into the young man's arms, with a sword with sharp blades on both sides and a serrated blade on one side standing beside it.

Seeing that Hua Xiangrong had recovered, he flew in front of Hua Xiangrong, performed a sword salute, and flew away across the sky.

Hua Xiangrong muttered to herself.

Thank you Zishen.

*

From the abyss to Qingjing Town, news about Qingjing Town spread everywhere.

"In the battle between the Sword Saint and the traitor from the Temple of Mercy, I heard that the traitor turned the town of Qingjing upside down because he couldn't get the Qingjing?"

"Tens of thousands of lives have been lost again, and that traitor was just possessed! Even if he died a thousand times, could those people ever come back? Are the river and mountain gods of that region just sitting there doing nothing?"

"That's not the way to say it. The River God has perished, and the Water God is nowhere to be found. Even if the Sword Saint has the ability to destroy an army with a single sword, he can't save those ants."

"If the Sword Saint hadn't trapped the Living Buddha in the Water Dragon Dojo, how could the devil have had such a chance?"

"Now that the deceased has passed away, what else can we do? It's a pity that all the young immortal cultivators there have been wiped out."

……

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Qingjing Town is gone.

The people in the town appeared in front of Hua Xiangrong one by one, and Hua Xiangrong saved the souls of those squeezed and twisted town residents one by one.

Countless green leaves flew onto the corpses, and the sound of Buddhist scriptures transformed into golden threads that flowed into their bodies. Their bodies gradually disappeared between heaven and earth...

"Golden elixir?"

Wu Kun tossed the golden lotus seeds in his hand, his tone somewhat envious.

"He's already reached the Golden Core stage at the age of seventeen. He's truly worthy of being a descendant of the He family. His genetics are just so incredible. I can't envy him enough."

Hua Xiangrong looked at Wu Kun without saying anything.

Wu Kun raised his eyebrows, "Do you hold a grudge against me?"

Hua Xiangrong bowed to Wu Kun and said, "Thank you for your care, Senior."

Wu Kun: "Where are you going?"

Hua Xiangrong: "Go find my father."

"His qi and meridians have been cut off."

A faint smile appeared on Hua Xiangrong's face. "No, he is still alive. The blood connection between us tells me so."

"That's right!" Wu Kun didn't ask him what he was going to do, but just threw the golden lotus seeds in his hand to Hua Xiangrong.

"Take you... this is your uncle, right? Take your uncle back to the He family. I'm too lazy to make another trip. The guy from the Mercy Temple is still waiting for me at the Water Dragon Dojo."

Hua Xiangrong accepted the golden lotus seeds, summoned Mingyue and flew away on a sword.

Wu Kun watched Hua Xiangrong's departing back and heard the familiar sound of a sword in the sky. A flash of sword light pulled the person down with the sword.

"Where to go?"

"Sanbeiin!"

The girl angrily dusted herself off, her twin ponytails arcing in the air.

"Do the Master a favor."

"do not want!"

The girl refused rudely, and Wu Kun took a deep breath.

"Ten bottles of Yuhua."

The girl immediately smiled and said, "Okay! Master, what do you need me to do for you?"

Wu Kun: ...

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When Hua Xiangrong found Hua Cixi, the connection had been cut off when she stepped into the room.

Someone had struck before him.

Hua Xiangrong looked at the deep marks on the wall. There were two scratches in many places, and the room was stained with blood. It seemed that when Hua Cixi's realm was broken by Wu Kun, he had a life-and-death duel with someone.

Hua Xiangrong found a voice-protecting amulet from the corner with a calm expression.

After finding the owner of the house and paying compensation, Hua Xiangrong picked up Hua Cixi's body. Before leaving, he looked at a corner in the distance, then left and walked towards home.

He didn't really care who killed Hua Cixi, because he deserved the death penalty.

My mother's grave is deep among the ginkgo trees. The dead leaves are spread on the ground to form a lush flower path. Hua Xiangrong holds Hua Cixi and walks forward step by step.

Hua Cixi is lucky, Hua Xiangrongxiang.

He really wanted to be his mother's child in his next life...