As Qin Sang's heart moved, the King of Hell who was hiding outside flew in, looked at Qin Sang with fearful eyes, and then disappeared into the Yama flag.
There was a sudden change on the flag of Yama Banner, and the pattern of Yama appeared again.
Qin Sang ordered it to come out, the flag was twisted, and the King of Hell floated out from the Yama flag again and stood solemnly in front of Qin Sang, looking very well-behaved.
Qin Sang knew that the King of Hell was afraid of the Jade Buddha, not himself, but he didn't care. He recalled the text he had just read and ordered: "Give me a soul pill."
The eyes of the King of Hell suddenly turned scarlet, and the ferocious look on his face flashed away. He reluctantly opened his mouth and spit out a ball of black air. The black air quickly condensed into a soul pill the size of a dragon's eye. Qin Sang caught it with his hand.
The palms of my hands are cold.
Looking at the King of Hell again, after spitting out the soul pill, his figure became erratic and seemed to become weaker.
He suppressed the eagerness in his heart and ordered the King of Hell to go back, tidy up the messy bed, sit down cross-legged, and hold the soul pill to activate the technique.
As stated in the text, Qin Sang immediately felt something different as soon as the technique started to work. After a week, the improvement effect was far greater than before, even stronger than the medicinal bath.
After the joy, Qin Sang became a little worried. The text clearly stated that if he wanted to get more soul pills in the future, he must let the King of Hell swallow human souls or the evil spirit.
How does Qin Sang know what evil spirit is? Is he really going to become a murderer?
There was a faint light coming from outside the window. Qin Sang sighed secretly and lay down undressed. He ignored these troublesome things and looked inside his body. It was as if he had found a novel toy, spinning around all over his body.
Finally, when I returned to the place where the soul was, the layer of yellow light outside the soul was still there, but the shadow of the Buddha was gone.
…
So many things happened that night, his mood was ups and downs, and it felt like it lasted longer than a year.
Soon it was dawn. Qin Sang pretended that nothing happened and got up to light the fire, practice martial arts, and do morning lessons as usual. At noon, he pretended to have just found out that Old Wu was dead, and called the old Taoist priest with a look of panic on his face.
As expected, Taoist Master Ji Xin found no doubts. He could only conclude that Old Wu was stretching himself every day. He was too tired and his energy was exhausted, so he died of convulsions in his sleep.
Among Lao Wu's relics was a self-defense dagger and a few taels of silver. When the old Taoist priest asked Qin Sang to report it to the government, Qin Sang added money to buy a thick coffin and asked the residents in the Taoist temple to help bury Lao Wu's body and relics.
I found a cemetery in the back hill and was buried on the same day.
Lao Wu had no relatives alive, so the funeral was simple. Only the old Taoist priest read him a few scriptures. Qin Sang squatted in front of the grave and burned a pot full of paper money. He said softly: "Old Wu, go down and live a good life. From now on I will
I will help you find a boy, adopt him in your name, and give you the inheritance of the Wu family, and you can rest in peace."
Relatives may be sad, but others may also sing.
Death is so common in this world, and the atmosphere in the Taoist temple was the same as usual that night.
But for Qin Sang, he encountered another annoying thing at night. He found that after the "Netherworld Sutra" was upgraded to the second level, the improvement of medicinal baths on his practice became minimal, which made him want to use soul pills in conjunction with medicinal baths.
The idea of practicing cultivation was completely ruined.
He was unwilling to give up and pestered Taoist Master Ji Xin for new prescriptions, which annoyed the old Taoist.
Another seven days passed in the blink of an eye. After these days of consumption, less than half of the soul pill was consumed. Calculating, one soul pill can only be used for about twenty days.
That afternoon, there was nothing going on at the Taoist temple, so Qin Sang and Mingyue came out again to perform the tooth beating ceremony.
The bamboo forest was quiet and quiet, and the two of them squatted beside the earthen stove to light a fire. There were four cleaned rabbits and a few fat birds beside them.
Now Qin Sang doesn't need traps when looking for food. He only uses sticks and stones to find food without fail. As long as he can move, no one can escape from the palm of his hand, which makes Mingyue very envious.
There was wine and meat, and the two of them were leaning against the rocks, listening to the roar of the wind. They felt very comfortable. Qin Sang suddenly felt that if he had never seen the gods, it would be a good idea to spend his whole life here.
Mingyue tore off a rabbit leg with her teeth, poured wine and then ate the meat. He practiced martial arts with Qin Sang. Not only did he grow taller, but his appetite and drinking capacity also increased.
Mingyue suddenly sat up, her ears twitched, and she asked doubtfully: "Brother, why are there pigeons chirping?"
"I've heard it several times," Qin Sang said carelessly, "Maybe they were raised in some temple in the front mountain. Pigeons are very nourishing. If you are interested, senior brother, I will catch a few and let you try the pigeon soup."
Mingyue shrank her neck and giggled, "Don't be discovered by the master, lest the master scold you."
Qin Sang said disdainfully: "You still don't believe in my skills?"
After having had enough wine and food, the brothers returned to the Taoist temple together as night fell, and after finishing evening classes, they returned to their rooms.
As usual, Qin Sang packed the bed and held the Soul Pill and Yama Banner in hand. Before practicing, he touched the ebony sword on his chest. Compared to the Yama Banner, he was most interested in the ebony sword, but the energy in his body entered the ebony sword.
Just like a stone sinking into the sea without any response, the Yama Banner's mantras are useless to it, and it is useless.
The moonlit night was quiet, except for the long and short chirping of insects under the window sill.
Qin Sang was concentrating on practicing, when his expression suddenly changed, he opened his eyes and shouted: "Who!"
He turned his eyes and stared at the corner.
Immediately, I saw a surge of darkness in the corner of the wall, and then a black figure walked out from there, a man wearing night clothes!
"Who are you!"
Qin Sang was horrified that someone sneaked into the room silently.
His hearing was very keen, so when the man sneaked in, he heard some unusual noises and was awakened. Otherwise, he might have been bullied and not noticed when he got close.
Who is this person? What does he want to do when he sneaks into his room? Has his secret been leaked?
Qin Sang's thoughts were running wildly, and her palm quietly touched the Yama flag on the bed.
The man in black, Shi Shiran, stood in the room, showing no signs of panic at being discovered. His eyes were still very sharp in the dim room. Qin Sang felt like two knives were scratching his body, and his whole body was cold.
The man in black looked at Qin Sang in surprise, "Tsk tsk... I didn't expect that the Taoist priests in Po Tao Temple also have the ability to see through my movements. So, Old Wu died at your hands?"
The death of Lao Wu was Qin Sang's biggest concern. He thought he had done everything perfectly, but suddenly a stranger revealed it. Qin Sang was shocked and his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Really you?"
The man in black narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a terrifying murderous look in his eyes, and he said solemnly: "Old Wu reported that there are only two little Taoist priests in the Taoist temple who can fist and kick, so it is not a cause for concern. I didn't expect that he would also capsize in the gutter! Boy!
, I am very curious about who you are, and the killer of Jiangshan Tower can also get your way!"
Qin Sang didn't expect the man in black to be so sharp. He only showed a slight flaw and the man in black was caught. At the same time, it was a little strange. According to this man, Old Wu was not an ordinary person. Could it be that his identity as a tracker was fake?
Lao Wu lurked in the Taoist temple for half a year. What was his purpose?
"I do not know what you're talking about!"
Qin Sang pressed her throat and denied it, "Old Wu died of fatigue because he was stretching at the ferry every day. It has nothing to do with me! He didn't have any injuries on his body. If you don't believe me, open the coffin and do an autopsy!"
This chapter has been completed!