An Qingli found the abbot and abbot again and said that she had just asked for a good thing from the master, which might be able to restrain the evil spirit in Xiao Kongjian's body.
The abbot was also surprised, but when he thought that An Qingli's master was Mu Sheng, it was not surprising that he had any good things.
Since the matter was serious, several high-level Buddhist cultivators discussed it and agreed to give An Qingli a try, which was like treating a dead horse as a live doctor.
After all, the demonic energy that even the senior Buddhist monks cannot eradicate, and the demonic energy that grows the more suppressed it is, can be removed by a small Taoist monk. It is really unbelievable.
"There's one more thing." In the meditation room, An Qingli spoke a little awkwardly.
"Donor An, it's okay to just say it."
The abbot and the abbot spoke.
Because An Qingli was very effective in raising bodhi trees, everyone in Buddhism trusted An Qingli and respected her. Otherwise, they would not have allowed her to build a foundation and try to remove the evil spirit from Xiao Kongjian.
Next to the abbot and abbot, there were six Buddhist cultivators, including Master Xiaokongjian and the big-bellied Buddhist cultivator who brought meat to An Qingli.
But I didn't see Master Huineng. Master Huineng was trapped by inner demons, and he had self-proclaimed his cultivation, ruined his appearance, and went to the world of mortals to sharpen his mind.
An Qingli smiled and said: "If the evil spirit cannot be eradicated, then so be it. If the evil energy can be eradicated successfully, two pieces of the best spiritual marrow will be needed as additional reward."
After a pause, An Qingli followed Xiao Jintan's wishes and added: "And the two pieces of top-grade spiritual marrow cannot be too small. Each must be at least equivalent to 10,000 top-grade spiritual stones."
Several Buddhist cultivators in the realm of transformation into gods in the Zen room looked at each other.
This little donor was very talkative and asked for two large pieces of the best spiritual essence. In fact, Buddhism does not advocate enjoyment, and many Buddhist practitioners are short of money.
The spiritual stones and spiritual marrow that were used to cultivate the trees were improvised by Buddhist disciples and elders, selling relics, cassocks, and magical instruments. Of course, many of them were obtained through the practice of shaozhai.
"Haha." The big-bellied Buddhist cultivator suddenly took out a monster leg, took a big bite of it happily, and said happily, "Problems that can be solved with external objects are only small problems. If little friend An can solve them,
Xiaokong sees that the demonic energy has been removed from his body, not to mention two pieces of the best spiritual marrow, even if he gives me thousands of years of wine and meat money from the monk, he is willing to do it."
"That makes sense."
Several other Buddhist cultivators agreed that it was a bit difficult to prepare the spiritual essence without Huineng.
I had prepared a dozen pieces of the best spiritual essence before, but they were all used to grow the bodhi tree, and it would take several years for it to recover.
It seems that the relics of eminent monks have to be sold again in order to obtain the spiritual essence.
An Qingli clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you all eminent monks for your understanding."
It's not that she is greedy, but Xiao Jintan clearly marked the price, and Xiao Jintan also said that two pieces of spiritual essence are not much, one piece of spiritual essence is the salary, and the other piece is its mental loss fee.
Xiao Lingxi and Xiao Huzi were very worried and puzzled. They didn't know what Xiao Jintan would lose, and he actually wanted such a high price for mental damage.
The abbot and abbot clasped his hands together and returned the greeting: "My little friend, that magic weapon must also consume a lot of spiritual stones, so I want you to give it a try, little friend Lao An."
After the negotiation was reached, An Qingli stepped into the Zen room where Xiao Kongjian was imprisoned, accompanied by several Buddhist monks.
Xiao Kong saw that his eyes were getting redder and redder. In the demon clan, the redder the eyes, the higher the cultivation level or the better the qualifications.
This Xiao Kongjian is not very old, but his eyes are so red. The eminent Buddhist monk said that if this Xiao Kongjian returns to the demon clan, he may become the next generation of demon king, or even the demon lord.
The demon clan has always had only one demon lord or demon lord. If a new demon lord or demon lord comes to the throne, it will devour the old demon lord or demon lord, firstly to establish its power, and secondly to enhance its own cultivation.
This has been the rule of the demon clan for hundreds of thousands of years, and it has always been like this without exception.
Xiao Kong saw that the outside world was completely demonized, but his mind was still clear.
An Qingli asked on behalf of Xiao Jintan: "If the demonic energy is removed from your body and you are allowed to become a tree soul again, would you be willing?"
Xiao Kongjian, who was covered in black energy, was heavily shackled, clasped his hands together with difficulty, looked at his master, then turned to look at An Qingli, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "I am the reincarnation of the tree soul.
I will be willing to do it for the tree soul again."
His voice is also gradually changing, gradually transforming into the voice of a demon, and starting to look older.
Xiaokong saw that his master usually had few expressions, but his eyes were a little dry at this moment, and asked again: "You have been reborn as a human being, and your previous life has nothing to do with you. Do you have any complaints about sacrificing yourself to save a tree?"
Xiao Kong shook his head: "I have no complaints. Master, you have taught me that if I don't go to hell, who will?"
There must be trade-offs in things in this world. If he were sacrificed, Buddhism could continue to prosper, suppress the demons, and save many human beings from being harmed by the demons. He would be happy to do so.
"The little monk is righteous."
An Qingli saluted Xiaokongjian with respect. Since Xiaokongjian was willing to sacrifice himself, she was not pretentious.
If she didn't take action, Xiao Kongjian might be able to live a little longer, and maybe even become a powerful demon.
In a sense, she saved Sora Mi just to kill him.
However, killing one person in Xiaokongjian can save many people, and Xiaokongjian is also willing to do so, so she has no guilt at all.
In this world, there will always be people who sacrifice to keep others safe.
Several eminent Buddhist monks temporarily left the meditation room and sat down cross-legged to protect An Qingli.
In the Zen room, An Qingli threw out a high-level defensive array to isolate her from Xiao Kongjian.
The outside world cannot see or detect the situation inside the formation with spiritual consciousness.
"I'm offended."
An Qingli made a sound, and sprinkled a handful of high-level poison on it, instantly causing Xiao Kongjian to fall into a coma.
After repeated confirmation, Xiao Jin Tan's body moved out of the mustard space and came to Xiao Kong Jian.
The defensive formation was filled with golden color.
"Qingli." Xiao Jintan looked back at An Qingli and said sadly, "Remember to get two pieces of the best spiritual essence for me. The big one, not the small one."
"Remember it, let's go."
An Qingli nodded, saving Xiao Kongjian was Xiao Jintan's own choice.
As a divine being in front of the Buddha, perhaps he has compassion.
When Xiao Jintan saved Xiao Kongjian, he had the same intention as Xiao Kongjian, to continue the prosperity of Buddhism and protect the common people from the invasion of demons.
"Then I'll go to work and remember to collect the bills."
The fourth-level Xiao Jintan responded, and with a slight twist of the completely wooden trunk, the golden glow in the defense array became even brighter, and even An Qingli immediately closed his eyes.
A drop of golden juice dripped into Xiao Kongjian's mouth.
An Qingli had seen that golden juice before. When he and Xiao Jintan formed a contract in the secret realm, Xiao Jintan was still a stunted green little demon vine. The vine body was twisted around and twisted for a long time before it finally came out.
Such a small drop.
That is where Xiao Jintan’s essence lies, and every drop is precious.
A small drop of essence entered Xiao Kongjian's mouth, and the demonic energy only faded a little, which was obviously not enough.
Reward, monthly recommendation ticket, red bean, collection, thank you.