Chapter 68: Cause and Effect When Zixuan heard this, her face changed slightly and her body froze on the spot. "what happened?" The old monk chuckled and said, "Nothing, just take a break and let me adjust my breathing!" Zixuan's expression finally eased, she nodded and said nothing more. She thought to herself, it seems that I was worrying too much. Zhiyuan stood beside the cliff, facing the air with his hands spread out, in a posture that looked a bit like a white crane drying its wings. "Is there a way to regulate your breathing like this?" Xiao Jing asked Zi Xuan curiously, "Isn't it usually done while sitting?" Zi Xuan smiled calmly, "Everyone has his own way of cultivation, so this is not surprising." A few minutes later, Zhiyuan finished regulating his breathing and exhaled a large amount of turbid air from his mouth. Zixuan stepped forward and asked, "Is it okay?" Zhiyuan nodded, then she narrowed her eyes slightly, "Your aura is complicated. In addition to this curse, is there anything else bad?"
"Are there any bad things?" Zi Xuan was startled and said, "No!" Xiao Jing next to him frowned and said, "Sister, there seems to be a..." "What is it?" Lan Lan couldn't help but ask curiously. "Soul-catching bottle!" Xiao Jing said, "Sister, don't you remember?" Zixuan also remembered it after Xiaojing reminded her. When Xiaojing was collecting the spoils after the fight with Lina, she found such an ancient bottle among the items in Lina's storage ring. Zixuan reminded her that it was a replica of the Soul-Catching Bottle. Since the soul-catching bottle absorbs souls, Zixuan was afraid that there were a lot of ghosts inside, so she didn't dare to open the lid, but she didn't know how to deal with it. Although she put it in the storage bracelet and carried it with her, saying that she would deal with it later, if Xiaojing didn't remind her, she would have almost forgotten about it. When the old monk heard the words "soul-catching bottle", his pupils shrank and he looked surprised. He said: "Soul-stealing bottle? Take it out and let us see it!" Upon hearing this, Zi Xuan brushed her right hand across the storage bracelet, and an ancient small bottle appeared on her right palm. "Here, this is it!" call! Zhiyuan took the bottle and took a deep breath—— "My feeling was right, it really is this ghost thing!" He looked at the bottle carefully. There were many patterns of demons and monsters engraved on the bottle. They looked like they were baring fangs and ferociously, which made people feel chilly. The old monk weighed the soul-catching bottle gently and found it quite heavy. His expression suddenly became solemn, and he said slowly: "Although this bottle is a replica, it probably contains tens of thousands of souls!" "Tens of thousands of souls?" Hearing this, the three of them were horrified, and Zixuan's face couldn't help but tremble. There are so many souls in the bottle, so everyone can think that in addition to the souls of people who died of natural causes, there must be some souls obtained by Lina through abnormal means, and the latter may even account for the majority. It seems that Lina has taken great pains for her master in the human world. The amount of her collection is really shocking if it is made public. Little does anyone know how cruel and ruthless her master is!
Zixuan had a bad feeling in her heart. "I never thought something so offensive to nature would come out!" Zhi Yuan held the soul-catching bottle in his hand, feeling quite mixed emotions, and sighed, "Could it be that he is so stubborn... Is he really not willing to stop?" "Who refuses to stop?" Zi Xuan asked curiously. "He..." The old monk hesitated, his expression gloomy, and shook his head, "Forget it, your cultivation is not enough, it will not do you any good if you know it!" Zi Xuan was stunned when she heard that, then thought about it, nodded and didn't force it anymore. There are some things that others really don't want to say, and she can't help it. For example, now that Master Zhiyuan is helping them break the curse, she can't force the old monk to confess anything. "What are you going to do with this soul-catching bottle?" Zhiyuan asked, holding up the bottle. Zi Xuan smiled bitterly, shook her head and said, "I haven't thought about it yet, I don't know." "If that's the case!" The monk lowered his head and thought for a moment, then blinked and said, "Then give it to me!" "Oh? What do you want to do with it?" Zi Xuan was not surprised at all. She had already seen something from Zhi Yuan's expression. He seemed to want this bottle. "Amitabha! Tens of thousands of lives have certainly been purified!" Zhiyuan sighed, "Let them enter reincarnation again!" Zixuan nodded and acquiesced. Zixuan and the other two didn't know how to purify, or they wouldn't be cursed. Since he couldn't solve the problem of the bottle's soul, he might as well let Master Zhiyuan handle it. From the way he lifted the curse for Xiao Jing just now, although his cultivation level was not as good as hers, Zi Xuan felt the upright and righteous spirit in his magic power, and thought that the person who cultivated such magic power should not be a bad person. "I will lift the curse of the undead for you first! We will deal with the matter of the soul-catching bottle later." Zhiyuan put the bottle away and said solemnly, "Maybe I need your help!" Zixuan nodded, then sat down cross-legged in front of the boulder. With Xiaojing's previous experience, the old monk was familiar with the process this time. He once again absorbed the essence of heaven and earth through the spiritual weapon, and then tried to lift the blood curse of the undead on Zi Xuan. Since Zixuan's cultivation was much higher than Xiaojing's, her physical defense was also much higher than Xiaojing's. Therefore, the blood curse of the undead on her was relatively easy to remove. In just a few minutes, under Zi Xuan's intentional control, the evil spirit in her blood was quickly concentrated on her back, and then turned into a hideous skull head. The old monk continued chanting the six-syllable mantra, then he shouted loudly and slapped out with his Buddha's palm. The skeleton immediately turned into ashes and disappeared amid screams. "All right!" Lan Lan said happily, "Your curse has been lifted, and everything is finally fine!" Zixuan nodded, clasped her hands together and bowed to Zhiyuan to express her gratitude: "Thanks to you this time!" "It's just a small favor, nothing to mention!" Zhiyuan smiled indifferently. Then, he casually flipped his hand and took out the soul-capturing bottle. "Next, it's your turn!" Under the gaze of Zixuan and the other two, Zhiyuan placed the soul-catching bottle in a purple-gold bowl under the boulder. Then, he took off the string of Buddhist beads from his neck and placed the soul-catching bottle just in the middle.
After doing all this, Zhi Yuan sat cross-legged, facing the soul-catching bottle and muttering something - it seemed to be a Buddhist sutra. Countless runes flowed out of his mouth as Zhi Yuan muttered, and then floated around the soul-catching bottle. As Zhiyuan chanted, the purple gold bowl began to slowly turn, as if an invisible hand was controlling it, and low Sanskrit sounds were emitted from time to time. The string of Buddhist beads emitted a faint light, the beads sparkled, and the light shot into the air, seemingly forming a light shield. Zixuan and the other two were all surprised. They had not noticed it before, but now they realized that this monk Zhiyuan was very generous. The purple gold bowl and Buddhist beads were actually high-level spiritual tools. The old monk chanted for a few minutes, then suddenly he pointed his index finger at the soul-catching bottle and shouted, "Open!" The soul-catching bottle trembled violently, the cork popped out suddenly, and groups of white light like fireflies immediately emerged from the middle of the bottle. Zi Xuan was shocked. It seemed that these white spots of light must be the souls of mortals collected by Lina. Upon seeing this, Zhiyuan's expression became more solemn and his chanting became clearer. Countless white spots of light continuously poured out from the bottle, and then under the constant touch of the runes floating around it, the color gradually darkened. Those light spots that came out first flickered like stars after coming into contact with the runes many times, then broke through the light shield and slowly rose into the air, soon disappearing from sight. Purifying the soul obviously consumes a lot of energy. After just a few minutes, the face of the old monk Zhiyuan turned pale, and even the voice of his chanting became trembling. The old monk raised his head and glanced at Zixuan. Zixuan understood and then sat cross-legged behind him, pressing her hands on his back, and her powerful spiritual power flowed towards him endlessly... More than twenty minutes later, the remaining few points of white light finally flew out of the light shield and slowly rose into the sky. Zhiyuan felt relieved upon seeing this, but then he leaned over and spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breath became weak. Zixuan and the other two were shocked and stepped forward to support Zhiyuan. "It's okay!" Zhiyuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand and smiled bitterly, "I'm old and my body is not good anymore! I've been holding back this blood for a long time!" When Zixuan heard this, her heart ached, but she couldn't help but feel some respect for the old man. The old monk looked at the three of them, then smiled and said, "Okay! Everything is done—" Then, he thought of something and said to Zixuan and the others, "Although the undead curse has been lifted, you still need to be cautious in your future actions. In fact, even if I don't tell you, you should know that the person who planted the undead curse is very powerful." Zixuan and the other two nodded and said sincerely, "Thank you for the reminder!" "No need to thank me! Well, there are just some things you should remember!" "What?" Xiaojing asked curiously. "Please give me some advice!" Zixuan also said. "The curse can be lifted, but the cause and effect cannot be eliminated!" The old monk sighed and said slowly: "You three should take care of yourselves!" …… (End of this chapter)