Yin Hun and Zhao Lin meandered along the river one behind the other.
From a distance, it looks like a big river. When I get closer, I find that there is no water in the river, but the surface is covered with a layer of white salt crystals. The river has dried up long ago.
There are all vegetation here and the terrain is empty. The slightest movement will be heard far away.
Zhao Lin let Yin Hun lead the way, and he followed behind, keeping an eye on Yin Hun to prevent it from suddenly escaping, while emitting ultrasonic waves to monitor the surrounding movements.
After walking for a while, a depression appeared in front of us.
The depressions are filled with ravines, like wrinkles on the earth, with varying depths. Some are only a few feet deep, while others cannot be seen to the bottom at a glance. The depth can only be roughly measured using ultrasonic waves.
Yinhun led Zhao Lin to a deep ditch and stopped, raising his tentacles, meaning: "It's inside."
Zhao Lin understood, released his spiritual consciousness, and searched the trench to make sure there was nothing else inside. Then he grabbed Yin Hun's umbrella cover without politeness, and slowly flew into it with energy spurting out from the aperture.
This is the first time he has used his flying ability since he started practicing Taoism.
The light in the Yinwind Realm was already very dim, and it was even darker in the deep ditch.
Zhao Lin carefully avoided the rock walls on both sides and descended slowly. After a while, his feet landed firmly on the ground.
"Go forward fifty steps and there will be a passage on the right."
The ghost whispered.
Zhao Lin nodded. In fact, even if the ghost didn't say anything, he knew there was an opening ahead.
The emitted ultrasonic waves took a long time to return after refraction, which shows that the channel is very long.
Zhao Lin speculated that an underground river should have passed through it in the past, forming a natural underground corridor.
"Let me ask you, are there monsters, ghosts, or anything else in the place you mentioned?"
Zhao Lin did not rush to find the spiritual grass, but said to the ghost in a threatening tone.
According to common sense, rare spiritual grasses are guarded by monsters and beasts. Although the Dark Wind Grass is not considered rare, it is necessary to warn the other party just in case.
"I can tell you very clearly, if you dare to trick me, even if I can't escape, I will be the first to kill you."
"The villain dare not."
Yinhun said quickly.
Zhao Lin didn't say anything else. He grabbed the ghost and walked forward. He felt that the yin energy was getting heavier and heavier. It was indeed a place suitable for the growth of yin wind grass.
After a while, Yinhun said: "We're here, on the right."
Zhao Lin immediately stopped and used a lighting technique, and was stunned by the sight in front of him.
I saw many ferns and moss growing on the rock wall, and plants of wind grass were interspersed among them.
At a rough count, there are hundreds of them!
In addition to the dark wind grass, there are also three star peony plants, which emit a light blue halo under the illumination technique.
"More than five hundred spiritual stones!"
Zhao Lin was shocked. To have such a harvest on the first day was definitely a good start.
Things in the world are unpredictable. If it weren't for my low cultivation and the attack of thousand-year-old ghosts, it would be absolutely impossible to find such a place.
Just as he was about to start picking, he suddenly remembered that the ghost was still there, so he took out the rope from the lock bag, tied the tentacles of the ghost from the middle, and held one end of the rope.
Yinhun did not dare to resist and allowed Zhao Lin to tie him up.
Zhao Lin held the iron ruler, carefully shoveled off a piece of Yin Feng grass with a sharpened mace, and put it into a bag.
Yinhun looked at it for a while and asked doubtfully: "Sir, why don't you just pull it out with your hands?"
"My body is too yang-qi. If I use my hands directly, the medicinal properties will be lost."
"I can."
Yinhun tried.
Zhao Lin was startled. The Yin soul is composed of Yin energy and soul, and can be regarded as a pure Yin body. Just as he was about to agree, he suddenly thought of a question: "You have taken the Sanyang Pill, will it not affect it?"
"It doesn't matter, yin and yang balance out, there is no yang energy in my body."
"good!"
Zhao Lin let go of the rope and let Yinhun take action, while he acted as supervisor.
Yinhun moves very quickly, with hundreds of tentacles flying up and down, quickly collecting the Yinfeng grass without harming them.
Zhao Lin only needed to open the lock bag and watch the spiritual grasses fly into it.
"Thank you."
After collecting the spiritual herbs, Zhao Lin thanked him casually. After saying this, he was stunned for a moment. He had made it a habit and blurted it out accidentally.
You must know that this ghost wanted to take in his soul half a day ago.
Ingestion is not devouring. Although it will not cause death, it will cause great damage to the consciousness and almost eliminate the possibility of breaking through the foundation.
The ghost fell silent and leaned against the rock wall, its tentacles entangled uneasily. It seemed that it was afraid that Zhao Lin would beat him to death with an iron ruler.
Zhao Lin knew what it was worried about, so he deliberately didn't mention it and asked: "Besides here, are there any other places where there is Yin Feng Grass or Star Peony?"
Yinhun replied: "The villain knows that there are only a few plants here, and they may have been picked by others."
Zhao Lin frowned slightly, "The Yinfeng Realm is so big, but there are only these Yinfeng Grasses?"
If this is the case, it would be a joke for the sect to send hundreds of monks in.
Yinhun quickly replied: "There are only so many places in this land, other places... I don't know about it."
"What does this land mean?"
"There are many thousand-year-old ghosts in this world, no fewer than twenty. Each thousand-year ghost moves in its own area and does not usually interact with each other."
"So you still divide the territory."
Zhao Lin understood and softened his tone, "In this case, let's go out!"
Yinhun hesitated for a moment, then plucked up the courage and said, "Sir, can you let me go?"
Zhao Lin said calmly: "Not yet."
"this……"
Yinhun was startled, thinking that Zhao Lin was going to kill him, and said in a trembling voice: "You said that as long as you find the spiritual grass, you will let me live."
"I said I would let you live, but not now."
Zhao Lin wasn't going to kill the ghost, but he didn't want to let it go either.
The detection range of Yinhun's consciousness is extremely wide. Having it by your side is equivalent to an extra layer of protection, allowing you to avoid other monks in time.
Although hundreds of shade grasses were harvested, there were still too few star peonies.
Only star peony can earn good deeds.
Moreover, the purpose of this trip is mainly to increase experience and accumulate experience for performing higher-level tasks in the future.
"Well, I believe your Lordship will do what he says."
Yin Hun complained endlessly in his heart, but he also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
One person and one soul turned back along the original path through the underground river and returned to the ground again.
Just when they were about to walk out of the abandoned river, there was a sound of metal clashing not far away, and a faint sound of shouting could be heard.
Yinhun pointed to the other side of the river and whispered: "There are people fighting over there, those two monks just now."
Of course Zhao Lin heard such a loud sound, and he heard it was the sound of magic weapons colliding.
"move!"
Zhao Lin waved his hand, grabbed the ghost and ran outside, not wanting to watch the excitement at all. (End of chapter)
