Poverty

Chapter 96 Tracking
"If there is that evil thing's hair, maybe we can find his trace." Li Yanchu said softly.

"Daoist Yanchu knows the method of tracking?" The middle-aged mage in Lingxi Temple responded instantly.

Li Yanchu nodded slightly.

A look of joy flashed in Master Huizhen's eyes, and he immediately took out the hair that he grabbed from the evil thing's body, and handed it over.

It's really hair. Li Yanchu took a look at this so-called hair, and found that it was very black, very thin, and curvy, especially the hair on certain parts.

Li Yanchu restrained his mind and used the tracking technique recorded in "Huang Ting Dao Jing".

An invisible air rose from the strand of hair, and gradually gathered in Li Yanchu's palm.

With the formation of the tracking technique, a kind of induction was established between Li Yanchu and the owner of this lock of hair, as if it were an invisible thread.

Li Yanchu exhaled softly, smiled and said, "It's done."

"Good, good, Taoist master is proficient in this kind of magic, this is an evil beast that deserves to be punished, and the poor monk would like to help Yan Chu Taoist master." Master Huizhen said.

Li Yanchu nodded slightly.

Turning to Bai Hongtu, he said, "Then, Lao Bai, you should stay here, just in case."

Bai Hongtu said calmly: "Okay!"

then.

Li Yanchu and Master Huizhen from Lingxi Temple chased them out, leaving the government servants and Bai Hongtu to guard the place.

With the footsteps of the two, they quickly chased them out.

slam-la-

Half a day later, the two heard the sound of rushing water.

The faces of the two of them froze at the same time. Could it be that this beast came ashore as an evil thing in the water?

Water is an extremely negative evil, which can block the shade, and those who fall into the water will be trapped in the mysterious water and cannot be reborn.

There are great horrors in many waters, but they are often unknown.

There was a faint mist on the rushing river in front of him, deep and cold.

When Li Yanchu first chased here, he could still vaguely see the appearance of the other side through the mist.

But as the two continued to go deeper, they went directly into the mountain along the river.

In the mountains, there is a lot of miasma and fog. Not only the road under the feet has become rough and difficult, but also the surrounding fog has begun to appear.

At this time, except for Master Huizhen beside him, Li Yanchu couldn't see anything else clearly, and his visibility was extremely low, let alone seeing the other side.

There was a rustling sound next to my ears, as if something invisible was crawling in the dark.

It's like a dense crowd of people whispering in your ear.

It is inevitable that there will be these strange sounds after nightfall in the mountains. Sometimes it is the sound of the wind blowing, and sometimes it may really be that there are unclean things following you.

Li Yanchu has a firm mind and has experienced many vicious fights, so he will not be intimidated by the tense atmosphere in front of him.

He kept pinching the gas in his hand, sensing the breath of evil things.

Master He Huizhen chased them all the way.

Apart from the necessary exchanges along the way, the two rarely spoke, and their minds were all on tracking down the evil.

About a dozen miles away, the two of them came to a precipitous place.

The rocky road at the foot is only wide enough for one person to pass through, and there are steep cliffs and then the rushing river.

This mountain road is called Yixianya by the villagers, and even the best herb pickers dare not walk this road.

In the past, many people fell to their deaths on this line of cliffs every year. They fell into the river and were washed away by the rapids, leaving no bones left.

Now it's not just that there are several Zhuangzi near Wuzhuang that no herbal pickers dare to take this road.

The mountain road at night is difficult to walk, and this line of cliffs is very narrow. Because of the heavy humidity, the feet are actually a little slippery.

Fortunately, Li Yanchu is now a top-notch martial artist, not only in speed, reaction, strength, body control, but also in all aspects are at the top level in the world.

It is also as stable as a rock on this line of cliffs.

To Li Yanchu's surprise, Master Huizhen was still following behind him unhurriedly, holding a heavy Zen staff.

Obviously not weak.

After running so far on the mountain road, this Master Huizhen still had a steady breath and his face did not change.

Master Huizhen, who was silent all the way, suddenly said: "Recently, a stone statue of Baxia appeared by the riverside. 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 galloping river water like ten thousand horses galloping.

But the voice of Master Huizhen still reached Li Yanchu's ears very clearly.

Li Yanchu didn't stop, he shook his head and said, "I don't know."

After a while, Master Huizhen didn't speak, and fell into silence again.

Li Yanchu couldn't help turning his head and glanced at the other party from the corner of his eye, to confirm that the other party was indeed still behind him, instead of slipping and falling.

"This master asked this question and ignored me?"

He laughed a little, and continued to sense the breath of the evil thing in his hand, and walked forward.

"The poor monk knows." Master Huizhen's voice sounded again.

Li Yanchu paused slightly, then turned his head to look at this eminent monk of Lingxi Temple in disbelief.

Master, are you showing off to me?

Still playing with me.

Fortunately, he and Lao Bai have been together for a long time, and it has become an instinct to be flattering.

"Oh? Master knows the origin of the stone statue?"

"good."

Another moment of silence.

Master Huizhen stopped talking, Li Yanchu smiled bitterly and said, "Master, I don't know the origin of that stone statue?"

On the professionalism of a fan.

On this steep and precipitous riverside cliff, in the dense fog-filled night, he still refused to let his words fall to the ground.

"I'm sorry, the Taoist priest, but the poor monk lost his mind just now. The stone statue under Naha is related to a cave. After tonight, the poor monk can explain it in detail for the Taoist priest."

The blissful Li Yanchu raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly: "Okay."

After walking on the first line of cliff for about a stick of incense, the road under my feet suddenly became narrower.

Can only cling to the rock wall.

Suddenly!

Vicious cursing, desperate screams, and the sound of fighting on the battlefield suddenly came to Li Yanchu's ears, all of which were extremely clear.

There seemed to be something nakedly staring at him in the surrounding fog.

Guiwailing and howling of wolves appeared in my ears!
In his eyes, the aura of the five thunders began to pervade, ready to disperse the group of demons.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha's name sounded, countless grievances roared, and the whispers of evil ghosts all retreated.

It stopped immediately.

There was a soft golden light on Master Huizhen's body, which made people feel peaceful.

"It feels different to have an expert in charge." Li Yanchu thought to himself.

Roar--

Suddenly there was a low growl from the middle of the river, it was deafening, and it directly overshadowed the sound of the rushing water.

Roar--

There was another low growl.

Li Yanchu's heart moved, he looked at the river under his feet, what kind of monsters are there in this river?

The power of that sound just now is not something that can be uttered by ordinary evil spirits.

(End of this chapter)