"Oh, a bell ringer? What kind of existence is he in your temple?"
Long Xing remembered the old monk's trick on him, so he destroyed the bell-ringer's wooden stick and took away the spirit of the iron spirit boy.
"That old guy generally doesn't talk to other people in the temple. Only the host is familiar with him, and no one has ever dealt with him. And the place with the big bell is also a restricted area. Monks in the temple are not allowed to enter without permission." Budai When the monk mentioned the bell ringer, he was obviously very dissatisfied.
"Then you met him when you went down the mountain and didn't say hello?" Long Xing wanted to find out more about the bell ringer. He always had a hunch that the old bell-ringing monk and the old man of the Mo family must be related, or they were the same person.
Because the method of absorbing the soul power from the big bell is similar to the old man's method of absorbing the soul power of the clan members.
This is what Long Xing felt from the two soul-catching techniques. Today's Long Xing's spiritual power is very powerful, and his perception is also different from ordinary people.
"That old guy looks mysterious. I've never seen him come out except to ring the bell. When I met him today, he didn't feel like him anymore. He was like a puppet, expressionless and terrifyingly pale. Fortunately, the poor monk is here. He is the least afraid of him in the monastery.”
The Budai monk was showing off his abilities and despising the bell-ringer.
"It seems that Mr. Mo has not left seclusion... Maybe the bell ringer this guy met is really a puppet." After successfully subduing the white-haired beast, Long Xing also learned a lot from it.
People with strong soul power can indeed command their puppet bodies to do things that are inconvenient for them to do.
Long Xing glanced above his head, and the fog still enveloped the entire cemetery. Then he suddenly turned his head and cast his gaze down to the double-layered grave he had dug.
After the white-haired beast climbed out, the double-layered coffin had already collapsed together. And it was also dark below, with seemingly endless space and darkness.
This tomb nest leads directly to the ground, and the deeper it goes down, the deeper it seems. From the memory of the white-haired beast, Long Xing knew that there were many negative things in this cemetery, and some were mummified corpses that were nearly a hundred years old.
Many corpses can also be summoned by the white-haired beast. This is also the reason why this graveyard has a particularly strong yin energy. Although he now controlled the white-haired beast, Long Xing originally wanted to try to let it summon those zombies, but in the end, he gave up.
What Long Xing cares about most is not the energy that those low-level zombies can bring. Compared with his own black energy, these Yin Qi are more vicious and do not have hard-core lethality.
When encountering Yang Qi, it will dissipate as soon as it blows, especially the strong sunlight, which is an instant kill.
The half-immortal level zombie king conquered by Long Xing is the biggest killer and can save lives at critical moments. The white-haired beast is extremely powerful, has rough skin and thick flesh, and feels no pain. Its soul and body are full of corpse energy, making it difficult to be trapped.
Long Xing could vaguely feel that the place that caused his mental power to fluctuate in Niwan Palace was in the double-layered tomb.
"There is something wrong with the tomb passage, and the feeling is similar to the smell of the ink cartridges containing the Mo Lotus in the Mo clan's ancestral hall." Long Xing felt in his heart and had doubts in his heart.
"Dabai, go down and take a look." Long Xing issued an instruction in his mind. I saw the white-haired beast next to me and jumped down.
The Budai monk was startled: "You evildoer! Run over there!"
He yelled and wanted to chase after him.
"Don't worry, I asked him to investigate." Long Xing glanced at Budai Monk and said calmly.
"You can actually command that evil obstacle?" Budai monk looked unbelieving.
Long Xing's eyes flickered without any explanation. He took a step forward without any hesitation. With a move of his hand, suction surged, and he grabbed the grave where the white-haired beast had jumped.
A wisp of breath was caught in the palm of Long Xing's hand. He put it to his nose and smelled it: "It's really this breath, it can't be wrong." Long Xing was convinced again that this tomb passage must be connected to a certain place, or in other words, time and space. The anchor point of the channel.
After feeling the white-haired beast sink a few meters below, there was nowhere to go. Without enough energy, even if there is a channel below, it will be difficult to open.
Long Xing once used spiritual thread to follow Mo Lian's energy to a basement in Xiaokunshan.
I also saw the old man of the Mo family and his retreat place.
"Could it be that this is also the tomb passage that Mr. Mo set up to absorb energy?"
Long Xing guessed, and then gave the order to exit to the white-haired beast without a passage.
Before the expression on Budai monk's face recovered, the white-haired beast jumped out of the tomb and stood meekly behind Long Xing, guarding him like a loyal bodyguard. It didn't even look at Budai Monk.
This made Budai Monk very depressed. He took a step forward and looked carefully. The murderous creature that wanted to kill him just now was like a child, without any harmful aura.
"Isn't that right? I said, little benefactor, what kind of ecstasy did you feed this evil spirit to actually subjugate it? If the host knew about this, it would be a disaster. It took several lives to suppress it. Living existence!”
Budai monk's face was filled with admiration, and his eyes looked at Long Xing in confusion.
"What's wrong? It's enough that Dabai won't hurt you anymore. As for how to subdue it, don't worry about it." Long Xing interrupted the envious look in Budai monk's eyes and said calmly.
"Amitabha, good, I admire you! It seems that there is no need to go back and call the host. The magic power of the little donor is enough to slay the demons and eliminate a big disaster for this place. Little donor, your magic power is great, can you directly destroy this evil obstacle? It killed a lot of people.”
Budai monk lost no time in flattering him, hoping to use Long Xing's hand to avenge his own broken arm.
"Well, I can consider your suggestion. The cold poison here is too strong, so it's better to go out early. Dabai is by my side, and I will restrain it." Long Xing advised, not wanting to tangle with Budai Monk anymore.
"Amitabha, the poor monk will go ahead and return to the temple to reply to the abbot and heal his wounds on the way." Budai monk agreed knowingly, turned his head and took a deep look at the white-haired beast, but it still felt unreal.
Not daring to stay long, he turned around and disappeared into the cemetery.
After the Budai monk left, Long Xing refused to give up and peeked into the tomb again. His Niwan Palace moved, trying to use his spiritual power to peek. But the strong cold air instantly obscured his soul perception.
"Don't waste any effort! This is the evil energy of the Nine Yins, and neither mental nor soul power can be used. The tomb is indeed a positioning point for the transmission channel, and it is related to the head of the Mo family."
The ancient jade spirit, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly appeared and gave Long Xing pointers.
