Underworld Ghost Soldiers, Sign In The Book Of Life And Death At The Beginning

Chapter 39-The Source of the Curse

Lin Baixuan was hiding in a corner of Puzhao Temple, and he had watched it back and forth three times.

When Wang Xiang was resurrected, he smoothly grabbed the nightmare charm spell entangled in his body. Although the person who casts the spell was sensed, and immediately cut off the spell.

At the moment when the spell was interrupted, Lin Baixuan had already traced that trace of lingering connection to the source of the spell.

——Puzhao Temple!

The temple is a good temple, and Monk Yankong is also a true monk.

Lin Baixuan was really unwilling to associate the Nightmare Charm with this Buddhist monk Yankong.

But since the clue pointed to the Puzhao Temple, even if he was unwilling, Lin Baixuan still picked up the profound arts, poured the spirit of the spirit into his eyes, and carefully looked at Monk Yankong again.

Although Blood Essence is vigorous and Qi Yun is in charge, he has never cultivated any Dao Fa Xianshu.

Pilgrims have come and gone for more than a dozen waves of people, with eyes full of ordinary people, there is no object to be doubted.

Jinse was calculated.

When he saw the Dinghun Grass, Lin Baixuan had already affirmed his own guess.

The grey energy on Wang Shusheng’s body also proved that there was an invisible black hand behind him, secretly manipulating all this.

But why is Xue Jinse?

Is it because of her status as the daughter of the runner king?

Even so, Wang Shusheng is just an ordinary talent. How can the other party judge that this poor talent must have a story with Jinse?

According to the story in the original work of Liao Zhai, Jin Se finally only borrowed the body of the fox girl Chunyan and gave birth to a child for Wang Xiang. He stayed with him for thirty years, and then died without disease.

In this way, what benefits do those behind the scenes get?

All kinds of doubts are intertwined, and Lin Baixuan only feels that this matter seems to be getting more and more complicated…

He shook his head helplessly, and thought about it from beginning to end, but he was still clueless.

Unexpectedly, Lin Baixuan could only give a wry smile, preparing to leave.

His gaze swept across the Great Hall and suddenly stopped.

Maitreya Buddha’s white lotus image is now dull and dull, like a clay sculpture and wood carving, without the slightest anger.

“wrong!”

Just yesterday, Lin Baixuan clearly saw this white lotus image with a hint of aspiration. At that time, it was still secretly strange-it was clear that Maitreya Buddha had disappeared. Why could his golden Movement Technique image be sublimated with incense?

But now, the incense and aspiration power of Maitreya’s image has dissipated completely.

“Who took the incense aspiration power?”

An older believer finished the incense, and suddenly asked, “Master Yankong, why are you alone? Where did Master Hong Xin go?”

Monk Yankong announced the Buddha’s horn and replied, “Brother Hong Xin has already left last night.”

“Gone?” The old pilgrim said with a smile, “That’s right, I heard that this Hong Xin Master was born in a famous temple, and he has placed orders here for a few months. I want to be so depressed, I went back to the city!”

Lin Baixuan’s heart moved, and he walked out of the temple, revealing his figure, and walked in through the gate generously, and saluted from a distance: “I have seen Master Yankong!”

“The donor is back?” Monk Yankong couldn’t help but was overjoyed, and said hurriedly, “The donor sits down, and the little monk is going to pour tea!”

The old pilgrim hadn’t seen Lin Baixuan, and stood aside when he saw it, but kept looking at him curiously.

Lin Baixuan didn’t care, but just asked, “I heard you say Master Hong Xin just now, is it also a high monk?”

“Yeah!” Monk Yankong brought tea and walked back with a smile, “I practiced in Donglin Temple in Jiangzhou when I was young. At that time, Brother Hong Xin was a monk at Donglin Temple, so I knew him well. Then he went out and wandered around. He returned to his hometown of Yishui and built this Puzhao Temple.”

“Who knows that a few months ago, he suddenly visited and placed an order at the temple. During the day, he traveled nearby and went back to the temple to rest at night. I wanted to come to this small place like Yishui, but the brother was not used to it, so he left the letter last night.”

Can’t be wrong!

Leaving in the middle of the night, as soon as he left, the incense and aspiration of Maitreya’s image disappeared. Besides this Hongxin monk, who else would?

He must have discovered that the Nightmare Charm was broken, and he ran away overnight for fear of being tracked down.

Lin Baixuan frowned. Now that everyone is gone, the world is so big, where can he go to investigate?

It’s a pity that you can’t use life and death, otherwise, even if Monk Hong Xin escapes to the ends of the world, he will be able to find his trace.

Seeing that there was no more news here, Lin Baixuan reluctantly dealt with a few words, shrugging off the important things, politely rejecting Monk Yankong’s kind invitation, and hurriedly got away.

He was just about to return to Yinsi from the secret path, suddenly his expression moved, and he sneered: “There is a way to heaven, you don’t go, The Underworld has no way to break in. Monk Hong Xin, you are brave, I think you have escaped far. Yes, you dare to show up?”

With a rustle in the dense forest, a monk walked out slowly, looking at Lin Baixuan up and down, and wondering: “Which insidious god I should have broken my secret technique, turned out to be a small underworld patrol?”

This monk wore commoner mens shoes, but he was born with extraordinary appearance, with a jade face and vermilion lips, as if there was a faint flow of precious light, just like a bright jewel, naturally radiant.

Lin Baixuan snorted, and said disdainfully: “Even if you are an underworld patrolman, how can you compare to a monk like you? Are you not afraid of being hooked?”

Monk Hong Xin said proudly: “You want to hook my soul? Even if the black and white impermanence are here, I dare not say such big words!”

He paused and said with a weird smile: “I stay here, just want to catch a big fish, but unexpectedly I only hooked a small shrimp… Well, kill you first, and then slowly plot!”

I saw Monk Hong Xin slap his right hand, dozens of streamers fell from the sky, locking Lin Baixuan in it.

Seeing these streamers turned into the flag gate of the pillar of light, Lin Baixuan was still secretly strange. Suddenly his neck was cold, and he hurriedly avoided it, but saw a shadow holding a knife passing by behind him, stepping into the flag gate and disappearing without a trace. Without a trace.

“Huh? This flag gate seems a bit weird…”

Unexpectedly, Monk Hong Xin was even more surprised, and nodded: “You escaped my cut? No wonder you dare to speak up. It seems that you are not an ordinary patrolman, you should be about to reach the threshold of the Yin Soldier command.”

As soon as the voice fell, seven or eight phantoms flashed from the flag gate, like a butterfly wearing flowers, Qi Qi attacked Lin Baixuan.

Lin Baixuan deliberately wanted to see his ability, stepped back two steps, and then moved six feet to the left, evading the stormy offensive.

Those phantoms did not succeed with a single move, and then flashed a few times, and his figure was hidden in the flag gate again.

Immediately afterwards, more than ten phantoms turned out from the flag gate, and viciously besieged Lin Baixuan. Lin Baixuan kept under his feet, turning around in the gap of the beam of light, the fierce offensive did not even touch a corner of his clothes.

With a “bang”, Lin Baixuan took the move empty-handed.

Hong Xin’s eyes suddenly became brilliant, the phantom suddenly turned into an entity, and a big knife suddenly smashed his head.

Lin Baixuan immediately saw the opponent’s strength clearly with just this one.

“Xuanxian Peak!”