Yu Qiao wanted to ask, but Tianqi Monk didn't give him this opportunity, so he led him to a thatched hut opposite him and asked him to live here tonight.

"Yes, the student knows." Yu Qiao nodded and then closed the door.

When he lit the oil lamp, he looked around, earthen walls, wooden beams, and thatched roofs. This is a very common rural building structure. He could only barely shelter from the wind and rain. Some more powerful beasts could not defend against it.

"Then there are most likely no tigers nearby..." Yu Qiao thought, because if a tiger appeared, the convenient place for living would never be this thatched hut, and there is a circle of high walls outside to guard against those beasts with strong jumping power.

Thinking of this, Yu Qiao suddenly realized that he hadn't looked at what the village looked like. Although he looked down on the mountain, what he saw from above was just a rough idea. Besides, there was also the strange black wind in this place...

"I can't figure it out..." He murmured, Yu Qiao pressed his forehead with his hand. The more he thought about it, the more bored he felt, because he couldn't figure it out.

"Forget it."

Yu Qiao shook his head, and if he couldn't figure it out, he stopped thinking about it for the time being. Then he thought of the Sutra of the Demon Appearance of All beings.

The irritability is suppressed by the meridian sound.

And with the sound of the sutra, while Yu Qiao's heart calmed down, his thoughts were slowly tempered.

Suddenly, Yu Qiao felt as light as a swallow, and while he was swaying, he "looked" at things.

Yu Qiao understood that this was his own thought and ran out of his body.

He looked around, and now he could clearly see the things around him, such as the table with oil lamps and the bed where he sat on his body. Although these could only appear in black and white colors, they did not affect Qiao.

That is, I don’t know how much time has passed, but Yu Qiao found that the oil lamp that was lighted before Yu Qiao entered the meditation and recited the scriptures was actually gone.

But this is not a big problem, because he did not look at things with his naked eyes at this time.

At this moment, Yu Qiao seemed to be dreaming, but he was extremely awake. This is the second step of flying dreams and thinking practice.

Yu Qiao glanced at the door and wanted to go out, but he didn't dare to go out.

Because once he goes outside the house, if there is a strong wind, he will inevitably suffer the pain of the thought being blown away.

In addition, a barking of a dog can shock his thoughts.

And this countryside is bound to raise dogs no matter what it means.

After all, this idea is actually very fragile!

Only by cultivating the soul can you barely go and take a look, but you can't walk far and you can't stand the wind and cold fire, and even some young people in good health cannot get close to you. You need to further condense your soul, and at least pass the first level of the twenty-four levels of the soul, you can not be afraid of the wind and cold.

However, those who practice are still human beings after all, and human beings are good at using external objects. Therefore, Yu Qiao Tingtian Qiang Seng said that after cultivating to the soul, even if you fail the first level, you can use some external objects and use some magical means.

Like a paper man.

The paper used by this kind of paper man looks similar to the paper used for writing, but the material selected must be trees that have grown for a hundred years near the Taoist temple and around the temple.

Because this tree contains some incense power and can protect the soul.

But it is also correspondingly, this kind of paper is expensive, and a piece of paper that is only the size of a palm costs ten taels of silver, which is a sky-high price.

This practice can cost money in general!

The thoughts flew, and Yu Qiao's mood only had a little fluctuation, and then calmed down again.

Practice is done step by step.

If you can't eat a bite, you won't be impatient in everything.

Therefore, Yu Qiao carefully used the characteristics of Fei Meng Wanbo to temper his thoughts.

At this moment, Yu Qiao suddenly saw a small white hand that quickly passed through the corner of his eyes.

That hand was very fast.

Yu Qiao quickly wanted to look over, but she suddenly "awakened".

It turns out that the state of mind starts violently, so that the thoughts instinctively return to the body.

"Who is it?" So Yu Qiao asked loudly.

But no one responded to him.

However, Yu Qiao said not because he wanted to respond to him, but because he wanted to take this opportunity to divert the attention of the owner of the "white little hand" and take the opportunity to ignite the oil lamp in the house with a fire fold.

The flames as big as beans rose up, bringing some light to the house.

The dim halo then blurred, falling on Qiao's face, but it made him look a little gloomy and unstable.

Because there is no one in this room except him.

And there was no sign of anyone breaking in, even the windows were closed properly.

"Is it because my thoughts were blown away by the wind before, and what sequelae left behind?" Yu Qiao couldn't help but think of this.

As for the white little hand he encountered in Linshan Temple last night, Yu Qiao thought about it in an instant, after all, the two were too similar... However, the two were really far apart, and there were some very unique places in this village. The "thief" who stole his salted duck eggs last night would come with him.

What's more, it's just a salted duck egg after all!

The target of that "thief" is just a salted duck egg, so let's not talk about anything else for now, just say one thing - is it necessary to follow him here?

After thinking about it, Yu Qiao suddenly frowned.

"Could it be..."

Yu Qiao suspected that there was a ghost.

If a ghost does not appear, the mortal fetus cannot be seen with the naked eye. But the soul can do it, and this thought that is one level lower than the soul can naturally be seen!

"Is it a lonely ghost nearby who was attracted by the deliciousness of my thoughts?" Yu Qiao couldn't help thinking this way.

But immediately, Yu Qiao denied it again.

Because his uncle Tianqi Monk lives near him!

Tianqi Seng is a great practitioner of the twenty-third level of the soul! He is about to become a ghost immortal!

Near such a person, is there a little ghost who dares to come and cause trouble?

That really makes me really not even know how to write the word "death"! The little ghost can bully ordinary practitioners, but when I encounter someone like Rutian Qishen, I can only go as far as I can.

As for what kind of vicious ghost came... Then Yu Qiao probably has disappeared long ago, so how could he still be able to figure it out here?

After eliminating all the possibilities that could be thought of, Yu Qiao frowned, thought for a while, and then walked over to open the door.

Because he heard a sound of footsteps, it seemed that he was coming to him.

Yu Qiao thought it was Monk Gao who was going to come to this room to squeeze in for a night, but when he opened the door, Yu Qiao was stunned.

Standing at the door was a beautiful woman.

She is obviously in her thirties, but she is still as beautiful as a girl of fifteen or sixteen. The years leave no trace on her.

And the reason why Yu Qiao knew the age of this beautiful woman was because...
Chapter completed!