Hearing this, the bronze monk raised one hand in front of him and gave Li Yu a slight bow, expressing his gratitude.
Seeing that Li Yu was not angry, Mrs. Qian breathed a sigh of relief and turned sideways to let the two of them into the yard.
"I am now Chang Huan, people from Yujing City, dare to ask this Taoist Priest where the Immortal Mountain is?!"
Ren Changhuan looked at Li Yu and saw that he was young and handsome, and couldn't help feeling a little hostile towards him.
Li Yu could see what he was thinking and said calmly: "I'm just an unknown person. Mr. Ren doesn't need to bother to test me. After this incident, you take your Yangguan Road and I'll take my single-plank bridge."
"Well"
Ren Changhuan choked at these words, and immediately understood that Li Yu had seen what he was thinking. He immediately became a little angry and was about to sneer, but when he saw Li Yu's seemingly indifferent eyes, he felt a chill down his spine for some reason.
.
The next words can no longer be uttered.
Li Yu ignored him and followed Mrs. Qian directly into the room.
Finally, the bronze statue of the monk remained silent from beginning to end, but looked at Li Yu with a bit of confusion and fear.
Soon, Li Yu saw a little girl, who was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.
It is Mrs. Qian’s daughter Qianqian.
At this time, Qian Qianqian was obviously more haggard and thinner than the last time he saw Li Yu, and his eye sockets were a little dark.
In the depths of Li Yu's eyes, there was a faint flash of five-color brilliance. He glanced at Qian Qianqian, paused for a moment in front of her in front of her collarbone, and then disappeared.
He raised his eyebrows as if he saw something.
"Qianqian, Qianqian! Wake up quickly!"
Mrs. Qian stepped forward and picked up her daughter, her face full of heartache and sorrow.
Qian Qianqian was woken up in a daze, with a look of sleepiness and confusion on her face, and she murmured: "Mom, I'm so sleepy. I just dreamed again, and I also dreamed of a terrible weirdo.
He wanted to chase me and even bit my hand."
As he said that, Qian Qianqian stretched out his white and tender palm. There were no wounds on it, but the little girl said: "It still hurts a little now."
"Qianqian, Mom has invited two experts to cure your strange nightmare."
Mrs. Qian held her daughter in distress and comforted her.
"mother"
Qian Qianqian wanted to say something, but when he saw Li Yu and the others at the door of the room, especially the tall and powerful bronze monk, he immediately shrank his head.
On the other hand, there was nothing unusual about Li Yu, a person she had met once.
As for Ren Changhuan, who had evil intentions, he was ignored by the innocent little girl.
She nodded gently and said nothing obediently.
"Mrs. Qian, how about going to the yard?"
Li Yu looked at the somewhat small room and suggested.
"Okay." Mrs. Qian nodded.
Several people came to the yard.
Mrs. Qian looked at Li Yu and Master Bronze Statue, and said hesitantly: "Master Li Daozhang Bronze Statue, you guys."
"Amitabha, if you don't mind, fellow Taoist Li, why don't you let the poor monk see how this little benefactor is doing first?"
The bronze statue monk clasped his hands together and looked at Li Yu.
"I have no objection, Master, please excuse me."
Li Yu gently raised his hand and said with a smile.
The bronze monk nodded calmly: "Thank you!"
Then, he took a step forward and took out a string of Buddhist beads with his other hand.
This string of beads showed a dark purple color, with some Sanskrit characters engraved on the surface. Inspired by the bronze monk, the string of beads levitated out of thin air and floated to Qian Qianqian's forehead, emitting a faint and soft Buddha light.
Qianqian's whole body was enveloped in it.
In this ray of Buddha's light, Qian Qianqian's expression obviously relaxed a lot, and she fell asleep peacefully.
"Master, this."
Mrs. Qian held her daughter in her arms and said worriedly.
"Don't worry, layman Qian, it'll be fine."
The bronze statue monk just shook his head and did not explain anything.
Then, he pressed the Buddha's seal with his hand, and the light emitted from the beads became more intense.
Under this light that was like melted gold, something suddenly changed in Qian Qianqian's body.
Slightly below her collarbone, a vague shadow emerged, filled with a strange and cold aura.
As the Buddha's light shines, this shadow becomes increasingly clear.
This was a black skeleton with a single horn. It looked extremely ferocious, and it was obviously just a mark, or a curse, but at this time it was like a living creature, looking at everyone in the field with hatred.
Mrs. Qian was surprised and happy. What surprised her was that the mark was too weird and terrifying. What she was happy about was that the magical power of the bronze statue monk seemed to be really effective, and there seemed to be hope of solving her daughter's troubles.
The bronze statue monk looked serious, as if he was aware of the difficulty of this mark.
On the contrary, when Ren Changhuan saw the bronze statue monk showing off his power, he originally looked at Li Yu with an arrogant and provocative look.
But when the mark of the one-horned black skull appeared, his face turned pale with fright, and he quietly took a few steps back.
As for Li Yu, he was always smiling, but when the one-horned black skull looked at him, five colors of light flashed in his eyes, and a flash of fear flashed across the face of the one-horned black skull.
The bronze statue monk, on the other hand, thought that his magical power to subdue demons had an effect. He shouted deeply, and the seal in his hand changed, condensing into a vajra-like mark, full of majesty, heavy, and sacred charm, and shining with rich golden light.
, and smashed hard at the one-horned black skull.
A trace of disdain flashed in the eyes of the one-horned black skull, and he opened his mouth and let out a long roar. Although no sound came out, there were circles of black magic light ripples attacking the Vajra.
The vajra symbolizes hardness and indestructibility, but the bronze monk's own cultivation is not a Buddhist practice at the golden elixir level. On the contrary, this black magic light is not only weird and unpredictable, but its power is also higher than that of the vajra.
Washed by the black magic light of the Vajra, the light quickly dimmed. The bronze monk looked slightly dazed and quickly changed his skills, but it was too late. The Vajra was soon dimmed by the impact and shattered inch by inch.
Turned into a point of light and disappeared.
The bronze statue monk's magical power was broken, his face suddenly turned pale, he took a few steps back, and then he stood firm, clasped his hands together, and looked at the one-horned skull with a much more solemn gaze.
Seeing this, Mrs. Qian felt vaguely disappointed, but she still expressed concern: "Master, are you okay?"
"Amitabha."
The bronze statue monk looked a little hesitant, but finally said: "I am disappointed, Master Qian. This mark is too dangerous, its power is extremely high, and the poor monk is not strong enough to remove it. If my uncle comes, he will be able to get rid of it."
Drive them away with great certainty."
Mrs. Qian's eyes lit up and she couldn't help but ask: "Oh? Where is the master's uncle now?"