"Do you know where there is a dark wind grass?"
Zhao Lin asked in a deep voice. Yinhun must have seen monks picking Yinfeng grass before and knew that he needed it too, so he thought of using this method to save his life.
"Yes, I've seen... I've seen it."
Yinhun was afraid that Zhao Lin's iron ruler would fall down, so he trembled.
"how many?"
Zhao Lin originally planned to stay in the Yin Wind Realm for five to seven days, and no more than ten days at most. The Yin Qi is harmful to the body. Even if there are three Yang pills to drive away the Yin Qi, it will be detrimental to the practice over time.
It's just that the Yin Feng Grass is not easy to find. It took me most of the day to find one. With such efficiency, it's hard to say what I can gain.
The Yin Soul has lived in this world for thousands of years. If it knew where the Yin Feng Grass was, it would save a lot of effort.
"I know a place with... a lot of them."
Yin Hun knew that his life and death depended only on Zhao Lin's thoughts, and he had to make use of himself to survive.
Zhao Lin thought for a while and said: "There is also a kind of spiritual grass..."
"Is it this? There are some, but not too many."
The two tentacles of Yinhun moved and drew a light blue spiritual grass.
The stems of the spirit grass are slender, with a bamboo-like texture at the bottom, and the leaves are wide and dotted with dots of patterns.
It is another spiritual grass produced in the Yinfeng Realm: Star Peony.
"Where is the specific location?"
Zhao Lin did not take back the iron ruler and signaled Yin Hun to continue speaking.
When asking questions, his eyes were fixed on the other person. Although Yinhun had no facial features, the waving tentacles resembled body language, and some clues could be seen.
"over there."
The ghost raised a tentacle, pointing in a certain direction in the distance.
Zhao Lin took a look along its tentacles and saw undulating mountains and heavy fog, making it not very clear.
"Save your life for now and take me there. If you dare to lie to me..."
"You villain...don't dare!"
The tentacles all over Yinhun's body trembled, seeming to breathe a sigh of relief.
Zhao Lin frowned slightly, a trace of doubt rising in his heart.
Call yourself a villain?
Could it be that this ghost swallowed up the monk's soul and really regarded him as a human being?
So who devoured whom?
"Get up!"
Zhao Lin put away the iron ruler.
"The villain will lead the way."
The ghost resuspended.
"Wait a minute, eat this."
Zhao Lin took out a Sanyang Pill.
This ghost not only has profound illusions, but also knows how to read people's hearts. It must be made half disabled first to avoid playing any tricks.
"Ah, I can't..."
When Yinhun saw the elixir in Zhao Lin's hand, he shrank in fear.
The Three Yang Pills are blazing and yang strong. For monks, they are a good medicine to drive away the cold and cold, but for the Yin souls, they are no different than poison.
"If you eat it, I'll feel relieved."
Zhao Lin waved the iron ruler twice casually with a very calm tone.
"I...I eat!"
Yinhun stretched out his tentacles tremblingly and took the Sanyang Pill.
Like jellyfish, wraiths have no mouths and use suckers and cilia on their tentacles to feed.
Under Zhao Lin's gaze, it crushed the Sanyang Pill and sucked it hard.
"Hiss, hiss..."
The ghost seemed to be roasted by fire, with a puff of white smoke coming out of its body, and then twitching in pain.
After a while, the ghost stopped twitching, and many brown spots appeared on the umbrella cover. The color became much darker, and it looked very weak.
This is exactly the effect Zhao Lin wants.
"Looks like tonight is going to be a sleepless night."
Zhao Lin asked the ghost to follow him back to the place where he planned to camp, put away the tent, and took back the drums and bells on the ground one by one.
Then he sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a spiritual stone and put it under his belly.
After the battle just now, more than half of the spiritual energy in the body has been consumed, and the spiritual energy must be restored first.
Yin Hun had just taken the Sanyang Pill and was feeling very uncomfortable. He was waiting quietly.
"Let's go, lead the way."
Half an hour later, Zhao Lin stood up, then thought of another question and asked: "How far can you detect?"
The two encounters with ghosts were always the ones that attacked first. Zhao Lin guessed that their detection range must be much further than his own.
Yinhun was born in this world and has extraordinary innate talents.
"A thousand feet."
As the ghost floated forward, he raised his tentacles and pointed at a mountain peak hidden in the night in the distance and said: "We can almost get there."
"so far!"
Zhao Lin was secretly surprised that even the foundation-building monks did not have such powerful spiritual consciousness.
After thinking for a while, he said: "If you encounter a human monk like me on the road, please inform me in advance to avoid it, do you understand?"
"I understand, I have seen...you human monks...fight."
The ghost regained some vitality and started talking more.
"How long has it been since you developed your intelligence?"
Zhao Lin wanted to use this question to explore the true face of the ghost.
"Let me think about it...it's been a long time. It's probably about the age of fourteen Cang Huan Bamboo trees."
Yinhun thought about it for a while before answering.
There is no daylight in the Yinfeng Realm, and there is no concept of year.
Canghuan Bamboo is a unique type of bamboo in the Yinfeng Realm. According to the observations of monks who entered the Yinfeng Realm, the lifespan of this kind of bamboo is about fifty or sixty years.
The fourteen Canghuan Bamboo trees mean that it has been seven or eight hundred years since the ghosts gave birth to spiritual wisdom.
"You dare to attack me because you think I'm easy to bully?"
"Yes, I have never seen a monk from the third level of Qi Refining come in here."
"You don't have a mouth, how can you talk?"
"Use magic. As long as you hear the sound, you can use magic to simulate it..."
As the conversation progressed, Yinhun spoke more and more fluently, no longer stuttering like he did at first.
The Yinhun was hit by a flaming arrow and took the Sanyang Pill, so it drifted slower and slower. Zhao Lin simply grabbed its umbrella cover and ran forward quickly.
Contrary to expectations, the umbrella cover on top of the ghost is quite hard, a hard shell similar to a tortoise shell.
"Go to the right and hide, someone is coming!"
After walking for a while, the ghost reminded Zhao Lindao.
Zhao Lin quickly led it to jump up a big tree and restrained its breath.
Sure enough, within a moment, a monk quickly passed by not far away.
After rushing for nearly two hours, Yinhun suddenly raised his tentacles, pointed ahead and said, "We're here, that's over there."
Zhao Lin focused his spiritual power on his eyes, looked into the distance, and saw a winding river.
The terrain around the river is very peculiar, with clusters of peaks like stone buds, deep and shallow ravines, many large and small caves, and large depressions.
It is very similar to the karst landforms of previous generations.
Zhao Lin didn't hurry forward and asked in a low voice: "Is anyone inside?"
The ghost stretched out two tentacles and replied: "Yes, two."
"Will they find out where you're talking about?"
"No, it's very hidden there."
Zhao Lin took a look at Yinhun and found that it was still very weak, so he stopped feeding it Sanyang Pill.
It's like this. If you eat another one, you may die.
"Okay, take me there! Avoid the monks, and as long as you find the Dark Wind Grass and Star Peony, I will let you live." (End of Chapter)
