"Although you and I are enemies, Lu admires what you do, and we will wait for you."

The two of them immediately stood on the left and right, guarding both sides, waiting quietly.

They were not afraid of Ye Xiong's escape. If he wanted to escape, he would have escaped long ago. Moreover, with the strength of the two of them, it was even more difficult for Ye Xiong to escape with their joint efforts than climbing to the sky.

"Come out!"

Ye Xiong made a move with his right hand, and at that moment, another dead soul in the land was suspended.

Having saved hundreds of dead souls, Ye Xiong felt that his Buddhism had risen sharply, and he was already familiar with the way to save the dead souls.

At this moment, he began to recite the "Mantra of Rebirth", and his voice came out like a homophone wave, turning into rounds of golden light, covering the dead souls.

The dead soul began to struggle, resisted desperately, and refused to be converted.

But as the Sanskrit sound deepened, Ye Xiong kept murmuring something in his mouth.

Suddenly, a light shield appeared on Ye Xiong, covering himself and the dead soul, and then his mouth kept moving, as if communicating with the dead soul.

"What is he doing?" Gu Canglong asked in confusion.

"It's like communicating with the dead soul and untie the other party's heart!" Zhong Nanchuan said.

"It's really unusual for this kid to know the ability to communicate with the dead souls."

Ordinary dead souls, if they are not extremely powerful, will die if they die and will no longer be conscious.

That wisp of black smoke was just resentment and obsession, and there was no way to communicate, but Ye Xiong now gave them the feeling that he could communicate with these dead souls.

"I'm not sure, maybe I'm trying to communicate with the dead souls."

The two of them stared at Ye Xiong with all their eyes, not sure what he was doing.

Within the barrier, Ye Xiong was reciting Buddhist scriptures while asking: "Who are you? Can you talk to me?"

But the dead soul just kept struggling and turned into various grimaces, strange and strange shapes, but did not make any sound.

"It seems that he is another dead soul without any consciousness."

Ye Xiong had no choice but to continue chanting the scriptures.

Over the past few months, while reciting the scriptures and saving the souls, he tried to communicate with these dead souls to see if he could get the secret of the Bodhi tree. Unfortunately, he had saved hundreds of dead souls and still had not encountered any conscious ones.

Next, he continued to save the power. Two days later, he saved six more dead souls, but still found nothing.

There is only the last one left. As long as this dead soul is released, the task will be completed.

Ye Xiong's eyes fell on the trunk, and a ball of golden light spit out, wrapping out the last soul of the dead.

As soon as the dead soul came out, he was stunned for a moment, a little surprised.

This dead soul was actually a yellow gas, different from the black gases before. He had never seen a dead soul of this color.

"Senior, juniors are polite."

Ye Xiong greeted the dead soul as usual.

The yellow gas slowly condensed and turned into a blurred human body, bare-headed, looking like a monk!

"Amida Buddha, thank the donor for saving the souls of me, I am so grateful." The Buddha put his hands together.

"Can you hear me?" Ye Xiong was overjoyed.

"Don't panic, outsiders won't see me."

Ye Xiong turned his head and looked at Gu Canglong and Lu Nanchuan who were stationed outside. He saw that the two of them fell on him and ignored the old monk.

Sure enough, these two people couldn't see the yellow old monk.

"You can only see me if you have the wisdom of Buddhism, but others cannot see it." The monk continued.

"So that's it." Ye Xiong then realized and asked politely: "Dare you ask who is the senior, why is the dead soul here? Also, why is your dead soul different from other dead souls?"
Chapter completed!