The two of them walked out of the library side by side, trying sincerely to suppress their uneasiness.
Come on, come on, as long as you enter the Patriarch's Hall, you can suppress this evil spirit.
"Master Chengyi, are you hungry? How about we eat some vegetable pancakes before we go, it won't take much time anyway." Chen Mu said suddenly.
Chengyi's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly came back to his senses and said, "Okay, let's eat first."
The two of them turned around and walked towards the kitchen.
In the kitchen, He Daoren was washing the dishes absentmindedly.
As I have sincerely ordered, the Taoist priests got up extra early today.
After breakfast, everyone was sincerely arranged to practice kung fu in the square in front of the Patriarch's Hall.
On the one hand, it activates Qi and blood to protect oneself, and on the other hand, it blocks the intersection to prevent evil spirits from escaping.
"I don't know if the evil spirit has been suppressed." He Daoren was thinking when he looked up and saw a pale figure with dark eye sockets.
He Daoren was so frightened that his heart almost stopped.
"Let's have dinner!" Chengcheng hurriedly spoke in advance.
He Daoren shook his hands and quickly prepared meals for the two of them.
Chen Mu devoured his two vegetable pancakes in a few gulps, and almost poured a bowl of porridge directly into his mouth.
After eating, I stared at the sincere vegetable cake without blinking.
"I'm not very hungry, you can eat." Chengyi's eyelids twitched.
"Okay!" Chen Mu happily took Chengzhi's vegetable cake and chewed it.
Chengxin quickly ate his porridge and sat next to him pretending to be relaxed, but he stared at Chen Mu from the corner of his eye.
Seeing Chen Mu finish eating all his vegetable pancakes, he felt relieved.
It should be fine now. As long as this guy is introduced to the ancestors...
"Can you give me another bowl of porridge? I'm choking." Chen Mu looked troubled.
"Okay!" Chengcheng resisted the urge to gnash his teeth and waved to He Daoren.
He Daoren served Chen Mu porridge with a sad look on his face.
If you let the evil spirits eat and drink enough, how can you fight them? !
But what if I don’t give it and he goes berserk?
With a grimace, he served Chen Mu some porridge and watched him drink it all in one gulp and burping with satisfaction. He Daoren felt nervous and itchy all over his body.
"Mr. Chen, can you go?" Chengzhen said, trying his best to suppress his rising breath.
"Let's go, let's start early and finish early." Chen Mu was satisfied and followed Chengcheng to a majestic hall.
At this moment, in the small square in front of the temple, seven or eight Taoists were wearing shorts and practicing martial arts enthusiastically.
Chen Mu stood beside the square, watching the Taoist practice with interest.
Chengyi was anxious, but he didn't dare to push too much, for fear that the evil spirit would notice something was wrong.
After watching for a full quarter of an hour, Chen Mucai walked into the Patriarch's Hall with a look of reluctance.
Chengxin looked at Chen Mu who walked into the Patriarch's Hall and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
"No matter what kind of evil spirit you have, whether it is suppressed by the Heart Bell or not, you will definitely die!" Chengyi immediately regained his composure, glanced at the junior brothers who were practicing Heha, and Chengyi followed up in the Patriarch Hall with a relaxed look on his face.
"Master Chen, please look, the scripture is here." Chengzheng pointed to the east wall of the Patriarch's Hall with a smile on his face and said.
"If you don't understand the mystery, you will be confused. If you know how to plant a lotus in the fire, you can bring the white tiger home and raise it, and it will give birth to a pearl as bright as the full moon..."
The entire wall is one huge stone. There is a mysterious scripture carved on it with flying dragons and phoenixes.
The fonts are elegant and elegant, and the scriptures are profound and strange. Just looking at them makes people feel mysterious and longing for the immortals.
"Good calligraphy, I'll start copying it right now." Chen Mu found a table and unfolded the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Good words? What kind of words does an evil spirit know, and he still wants to get away with it!
"Please, Mr. Chen." He smiled sincerely, his eyelids drooped, and a cold light flashed.
While Chen Mu was not paying attention, he quietly came to the altar table in the Patriarch's Hall.
A bronze bell with a slight patina is buckled in front of the incense burner on the offering table.
He bowed sincerely and respectfully, stood up and quickly picked up the copper bell.
The bell is palm-length and equipped with a handle. The top of the grip is as sharp as the tip of a gun.
The surface is engraved with human face patterns, embellished with patina and rust, and is simple and heavy.
When I turned over the bell, I saw that there was no tongue.
Chengcheng turned to look at Chen Mu, who was copying books carefully against the wall, and smiled coldly: "Pretending!"
Chengyi stabbed the palm of his left hand hard with the spikes of the handle, and immediately placed the bloody palm in the air on the mouth of the copper bell.
An invisible suction force was generated, and the tear in the palm was like an unscrewed faucet, and bright red blood quickly flowed out and poured into the copper bell.
After just five breaths, Cheng Zhi's face turned extremely pale.
The blood was suspended out of thin air in the copper bell, rotating and gathering to form a crystal blood bead the size of a peanut.
"Wuxin's bell is ringing, telling you to reveal yourself immediately!" Chengzheng glared at Chen Mu's back and shook the bell fiercely.
The crystal blood beads acted as the tongue of the priest and scattered on the copper wall.
clang!
A distant bell rang suddenly.
An invisible wave centered on the magic bell and quickly spread to the surrounding areas. Then it was refracted and rebounded by the walls of the Patriarch Hall, and continued to echo and gather throughout the Patriarch Hall, but never spread outside the hall.
Chen Mu, who was carefully copying the scriptures, was shocked, and his body suddenly froze in place.
Ha ha! Let me see what evil you are!
Chengzhi stared at Chen Mu eagerly.
"Uh..." A long burp came out of Chen Mu's mouth.
Sincerity: "..."
How come it doesn't work?
The Wuxin Bell has clearly been triggered?
Is it not powerful enough?
He gritted his teeth sincerely, pricked his left hand again, injected blood, and then shook the bell hard.
clang!
The distant bell rings again.
Chen Mu's figure stopped again.
Sincerely clenched his fist with his left hand!
Done!
"Taoist Priest, keep ringing, the ringtone is quite pleasant." Chen Mu, who was frozen in place, suddenly turned around and said.
Sincerity: "..."
"Are you okay?" Chengzheng asked cautiously.
Chen Mu frowned and thought, "I just feel like my stomach is a little bloated."
Sincerity: "..."
"Keep shaking, the ringtone matches the scriptures very well." Chen Mu scratched his head and smiled.
"Ha..." Still shaking? You're afraid you want me to die!
Holding the copper bell, he approached Chen Mu and looked at the words that had been copied.
The structure is coordinated and the handwriting is elegant. It is basically the same as the Chen Mu font I saw for the first time. It is even better looking and has a little more ethereal charm.
Did I guess wrong?
Xie Sui was frightened away by Wu Xin Bell last night?
The Wuxin Bell is the ancestral legacy of Qingfeng Guan. It is said to come from the ancient Chunyang Tao and is specially designed to defeat all kinds of ghosts and evil spirits.
The person in front of him showed no reaction to the Wuxin Bell, which showed that the other person's spirit and body were one, and he was not possessed by evil spirits at all.
Thinking of this, Cheng Zhi felt dizzy.
This Heartless Bell is very powerful in absorbing souls and defeating evil, and it also consumes a lot of energy, requiring a lot of human blood to activate it.
He was a strong man with strong qi and blood who practiced martial arts all year round, but he was sucked out after only two times and his face turned pale.
The key is that it hasn't worked yet, it's like firing a burst of output into the air, but nothing happens!
The more he thought about it, the more he felt top-heavy.
It's not working anymore, it's not working anymore, I have to take some medicine quickly.
Put away the Wuxin Bell and leave the Patriarch's Hall in sincerity. He was afraid that he would faint here.
Seeing the sincerity of leaving in a hurry, Chen Mu couldn't help but curl his lips.
I just want you to ring the bell twice and run.
Does the ringtone sound really comfortable?
He looked up at the translucent gray wall in front of him.
Writing: 135/10000/second level;
Why did it pop up on its own like a pop-up window?
Well, the experience has increased again.
Forget it, hurry up and copy the scriptures.
