"Amitabha, take care of yourself all the way." Tang Ning clasped his hands together, and gave him a Buddha's tribute with a smile.

Seeing this, Mo Ye didn't say anything more, but walked down the mountain.

Tang Ning stood there and watched him leave. It was not until the black figure gradually disappeared from the mountain road that she withdrew her gaze and turned back.

After seeing Mo Ye off, she still has to go and see how Xingtong is doing!

Mo Ye, who was reluctant to leave, naturally didn't know that the little monk he was thinking about turned around and threw him behind his head...

Back in the cave, he came to the room where Xingtong lived, Tang Ning helped her take her pulse, checked it and then left the room.

"Tang Tang, when will Xingtong wake up?" Xiao Hei flew over and landed on her shoulder and asked.

"Sleep a night, and wake up tomorrow will be fine." Tang Ning said with a smile: "Tomorrow, let her go outside to bask in the sun more, and return to her soul, it's nothing serious."

Han Zhi and Xiao Hei felt relieved when they heard this.

"I'll practice talismans. Don't disturb me, and don't let others disturb me." She explained and entered the stone room where she usually refines medicines.

"Yes." Han Zhi responded and went outside the cave to practice, while also being responsible for guarding him.

Xiao Hei was idle and flew around outside the cave, stopping on the branches.

In the stone room, Tang Ning took out the talisman paper, grind the cinnabar and the pen on the stone table. She closed her eyes and recalled the runes that had been recorded in her mind. After a while, she opened her eyes and lifted the pen to stain it with cinnabar.

A trace of spiritual power was injected into her hand on the talisman pen. With the injected spiritual power, the weight of the talisman pen became significantly lighter. When she pressed the runes in her mind and drew them, she found that the cinnabar runes under her drawing had dissipated before she finished writing them, and a trace of black marks appeared on the runes as if burnt.

A piece of talisman paper was scrapped, and it consumed some cinnabar and a trace of spiritual power.

She frowned, held the talisman pen that had become very heavy in an instant, looked at the scrapped talisman paper on the table, and pondered.

It was clearly drawn according to the rune, but why did the rune disappear before the talisman was finished? What was wrong? Thinking of her heart, she picked up her pen and dipped it in some cinnabar, and used her spiritual power to draw the talisman again.

However, the situation just now appeared again. Before the talisman was finished, the runes had begun to disappear. What was left was just another talisman paper scrapped, and a burnt smell filled with it.

"It's still wrong, what's wrong? Is it because of the uneven spiritual power?" She murmured, took another piece of talisman paper and tried it. Unexpectedly, it still didn't work, and another piece of talisman paper was scrapped like this.

She took out the talisman paper and tried again and again. The talisman paper was scrapped one by one, and the cinnabar became less and less. The hand holding the talisman pen was slightly stiff due to the weight of the talisman pen. Coupled with the consumption of spiritual power, sweat oozed out of her forehead, and there was a slight lack of spiritual power.

"call!"

She finally put down her pen and took a breath. Looking at the useless talisman paper that had been thrown all over the floor, she wiped the sweat from her forehead, rubbed her hands to relieve stiffness and soreness.
Chapter completed!