"If there are hairs from that evil thing, maybe we can find traces of him." Li Yanchu said softly.
"How does Taoist Master Yanchu know how to track him?" The middle-aged mage from Lingxi Temple reacted instantly.
Li Yanchu nodded slightly.
Master Huizhen's eyes flashed with joy,
Immediately,
He took out the strand of hair that he grabbed from the evil object and handed it over.
It's really hair. Li Yanchu glanced at this so-called hair.
He found that the hair was very dark, very thin, and curly, especially in certain areas.
Li Yanchu calmed down and used the tracking technique recorded in "Huang Ting Dao Jing".
An invisible energy rose up from the strand of hair and gradually gathered in the palm of Li Yanchu's hand.
As tracking technology takes shape,
There was an implicit connection between Li Yanchu and the owner of this strand of hair, as if it were an invisible thread.
Li Yanchu gently exhaled a breath and said with a smile: "It's done."
"It's wonderful, it's wonderful that the Taoist Master is proficient in this kind of magic. This is the time when this evil beast deserves to be punished. The poor monk is willing to lend a helping hand to the Taoist Priest." Master Huizhen said.
Li Yanchu nodded slightly.
He turned to Bai Hongtu and said, "Old Bai, just stay here, just in case."
Bai Hongtu said calmly: "Okay!"
then.
Li Yanchu and Master Huizhen of Lingxi Temple chased him out, leaving the government officials and Bai Hongtu to guard the place.
With the pace of the two of them, they quickly chased him out.
Crash--
Half a day later, the two of them heard the sound of rushing water.
The expressions of both of them froze at the same time. Could it be that this beast was an evil thing in the water that came ashore?
Water is a very yin and evil thing, it can block the yin, and those who fall into the water will be trapped in the mysterious water and cannot be reincarnated.
Many waters actually contain great horrors, but they are often unknown.
There was a light mist on the rapid river in front of me, and it was deep and cold.
When Li Yanchu first caught up here, he could still vaguely see the appearance of the other side through the fog.
But as the two of them continued to go deeper, they went directly into the mountains along the river.
There was a lot of miasma and fog in the mountains. Not only did the road under my feet become rugged and difficult to navigate, but fog began to appear all around.
At this time, except for Master Huizhen beside him, Li Yanchu could no longer see anything else. The visibility was extremely low, let alone seeing the other side.
There was a rustling sound in his ears, as if something invisible was crawling in the darkness.
It's like a dense crowd of people whispering in your ears.
It is inevitable that there will be these strange sounds after nightfall in the mountains. Sometimes it is the sound of the wind, and sometimes it may be that something unclean is really following you.
Li Yanchu was determined and had experienced many fierce battles. Naturally, he would not be intimidated by the forbidding atmosphere in front of him.
He kept holding the ball of Qi in his hand, sensing the breath of evil things.
He and Master Huizhen chased him all the way.
Apart from necessary exchanges along the way, the two of them rarely spoke, and their minds were focused on tracking evil objects.
After walking for about ten miles, the two came to a dangerous place.
The rocky road at the foot is only wide enough for one person to pass, and then there are steep cliffs, and then there is the rushing river.
This mountain road is called a line of cliff by the villagers. Even the best herb collectors dare not take this road.
In the past, many people would fall to death on this cliff every year. They would fall into the river and be swept away by the rapids, leaving no trace of their bodies.
Nowadays, not only in several villages near Wuzhuang, no herbal pickers dare to take this road.
The mountain road at night is already difficult to walk, and this cliff is very narrow. Due to the heavy humidity, the foot is actually a little slippery.
Fortunately, Li Yanchu is now a first-class martial artist. Not only his speed, reaction, strength, and body control, but also all aspects are among the best in the world.
This cliff is also as stable as a rock.
What surprised Li Yanchu was that Master Huizhen was still following him leisurely, holding a heavy Zen staff.
Obviously very skilled.
After traveling such a long mountain road, Master Huizhen still had a calm breath and his expression remained unchanged.
Master Huizhen, who had been silent all the way, suddenly said: "Recently, a stone statue of Baxia appeared by the river. The Taoist priest is from Weicheng. Do you know the origin of this stone statue?"
Li Yanchu heard the howling mountain wind and the sound of the rushing river like the galloping of thousands of horses.
But Master Huizhen's voice still reached Li Yanchu's ears very clearly.
Li Yanchu didn't stop, shook his head and said, "I don't know."
After a while, Master Huizhen did not speak and fell into silence again.
Li Yanchu couldn't help but turn around and glance at the other person with his peripheral vision to confirm that the other person was indeed still behind him and had not slipped and fallen.
"This master asked this question and ignored me?"
He laughed a little, continued to sense the aura of the evil thing in his hand, and walked forward.
"The poor monk knows." Master Huizhen's voice sounded again.
Li Yanchu paused slightly and turned his head to look at the eminent monk of Lingxi Temple in disbelief.
Master, are you showing off to me?
You'd better fight with me.
Fortunately, he and Lao Bai have been together for a long time, and admiration has become an instinct.
"Oh? Master, do you know the origin of that stone statue?"
"good."
There was another moment of silence.
Master Huizhen stopped talking. Li Yanchu smiled bitterly and said, "Master, I wonder what the origin of that stone statue is?"
On the professional accomplishment of a great admirer.
On this steep and dangerous riverside cliff, in the foggy night, I still didn't let my words fall to the ground.
"I'm sorry, Taoist priest. The poor monk just lost his mind. The stone statue under Naha is related to a cave heaven and blessed land. After tonight, the poor monk can explain it in detail to the Taoist priest."
Li Yanchu, who was in the Paradise of Cave Heaven, raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly: "Okay."
After walking on the cliff for about a stick of incense, the road under my feet suddenly became narrower.
You can only move close to the rock wall.
Suddenly!
Li Yanchu's ears suddenly heard vicious curses, desperate screams, and the sounds of fighting on the battlefield, which were extremely clear.
There seemed to be something nakedly staring at him in the surrounding fog.
There are ghost cries and howls in my ears!
The aura of the Five Thunder Dharma began to fill his eyes, preparing to drive away the demons.
"Amitabha!"
A Buddha's chant sounded, countless resentments roared, and the evil ghosts all retreated with whispers.
It stopped immediately.
A soft golden light shone on Master Huizhen's body, making people feel peaceful.
"It feels different to have an expert in charge." Li Yanchu thought to himself.
Roar--
Suddenly a low roar came from the river, it was deafening, and it directly drowned out the sound of the rushing river.
Roar--
There was another low roar.
Li Yanchu's heart moved, and he looked towards the river at his feet. What kind of monster was there in the river?
The power of the sound just now was not something that ordinary evil things could emit.
(End of chapter)
