The charmer is actually not a soul. When he dies, he is driven by the strong thoughts and unwillingness at that moment and transforms into a wandering soul without an owner.
This kind of charm is very rare, because in order to condense into charm, the mental power and soul power during life must be very strong!
Mei, on the other hand, has no consciousness of his own. It can be said that he was only driven by the strong thoughts at the moment of death.
Hua Xi shook her head, danger, she was not afraid of any danger.
She just has something she wants to protect and doesn't want it to be destroyed easily!
"Father, I am Hua Xi, can you understand me?"
Yan Xiange, who didn't respond, let out an angry roar, seemingly offended by such shackles.
"Donor Mo, he no longer belongs to Sister Yang, it's better to let him purify and enter reincarnation as soon as possible." Wujiang persuaded calmly.
"No, he can't enter reincarnation." Hua Xi knew very well that his body and soul were controlled by Ji Yuan.
Wujiang didn't understand what she meant, he just looked at her doubtfully and didn't ask any more questions.
At this moment, the sky has become slightly brighter, and the end of the horizon has begun to slowly turn white.
"It's almost dawn. If the sun shines on it, he will disappear." Wujiang said.
Hua Xi put her hand on the invisible hand on her shoulder and held it firmly.
"Little monk, let him go."
"If he leaves, he will come again." A charm means that what he believes in will never change.
"It doesn't matter, I will protect my mother." Hua Xi said firmly.
Although it is risky, she is not afraid!
Wujiang chanted the Buddha's name softly, then raised his hand and took back all the Buddhist beads trapped on Yan Xiange's body.
As soon as he got relief, he probably knew that daybreak was approaching, so Yan Xiange disappeared immediately without stopping for a moment.
The strength in her shoulders suddenly disappeared, and Hua Xi felt so much pain that she could hardly lift her hands.
"Mother." She helped Dugu Feng up with her other hand, "Go back and rest first."
"Xi'er, are you okay?" Dugu Feng asked with concern, "I..."
"I'm fine." Hua Xi pushed her hair away from her forehead and gave her a smile, "I've met Feng Yueyan. The reason why I didn't tell you is because in my heart, I believe you are my mother."
"I'm sorry for you. I shouldn't have kept it from you for so many years." Dugufeng said guiltily.
"No, mother did the right thing." Hua Xi comforted her. If Mo Huaxi had known about her life experience, the situation would have been turned upside down.
She supported Dugu Feng and prepared to go back. When Wujiang saw one of her shoulders drooping, he stepped forward.
"Let the young monk come." He supported Dugu Feng from the other side and walked on the road outside the city just before dawn.
Suddenly, Hua Xi paused, slowly raised his head, and looked at a figure approaching gradually in the gray morning mist.
The long blue-grey robe almost blends into the morning mist.
Hua Xi squinted his eyes, recognized the figure, and said, "Master National Preceptor."
The morning fog gradually dispersed, and a handsome and indifferent man walked out, it was the National Master Lu Lian.
"I heard something unusual happening here." Lu Lian's eyes turned around the three of them, and finally stopped on Hua Xi's face, "What's wrong?"
Just as Wujiang was about to speak, Hua Xi got in front of him and said, "My mother was kidnapped. I'm here to save her."
