"Of course there is no problem with this. The old monk's old bone is quite useful, come on." The old monk took off his cassock and folded it into the monk's robe.

The cassock has an important meaning in Buddhism. Buddhist disciples must respect their cassocks, and I also know this.

Of course no one has told me this, but the memory of these things is in my mind. I didn't understand it at first, but I soon knew what was going on.

These memories about Buddhism were probably what I got when I borrowed the body of an old monk. They naturally entered my memory and were completely integrated with my own memories.

These memories also include those scriptures. Now these memories have become my own, but the source is the body of the old monk.

After the old monk respectfully folded the robes, he walked to me, spread his hands and said, "Come up."

I took a look and he was wearing an ordinary monk's robe. He was not afraid that I would get dirty, so he stopped thinking about it and jumped up and stood directly on his palm.

The old monk reached out and held me up.

When this passage was just down, it was only one person tall, but as we went deeper, the height of the passage gradually increased. By the time we got here, the passage had exceeded five meters.

The old monk was less than 1.8 meters tall, and his arms were only more than two meters at most. I was not too tall. Even if the old monk asked me to go up, it was only about four meters tall. The text I was going to check was almost at the top of the passage.

So even if the old monk helped me, I was still a little far away from this word, but the distance of one meter was much better than before.

The old monk looked weak, but his arms were strong and powerful. When I jumped on it, he actually held it up with one hand, effortless.

If it weren't for seeing it with my own eyes, it would be hard to believe that this was an old man who was nearly a hundred years old.

The word above is getting closer and closer to me, and I tried to widen my eyes, hoping to see the word above clearly, but the black fog is still blocking it tightly.

However, my decision was still very correct. After getting closer, my penetration power of the sky eye increased a lot, and I could vaguely see the rough strokes of this word, but these strokes still looked a little blurry.

"It seems that my heavenly eye level is not enough. Can't the fourth level of heavenly eyes see clearly? What kind of person in the heavenly eye level is wanted by Taoist Wuji? The fifth level of heavenly eyes? No, this is absolutely impossible. Even if the fifth level of heavenly eyes is searched throughout the entire mysterious world, it is impossible.

The fourth level of heavenly eye must be the fourth level of heavenly eye, but if it is the fourth level of heavenly eye, why can’t I see this word clearly?”

"Little donor, have you seen it?" the old monk below asked when he saw me not speaking.

I immediately said, "Zen Master, the text is much clearer than before, but I still don't see it very clearly. I can only vaguely see an outline, and only a rough stroke. But my heavenly eye has reached the fourth level. If even my heavenly eye level is not enough, then no one in the mysterious world can see it clearly.

So I think the Taoist Wuji should not have such high requirements. As a top master in the mysterious art world, it is impossible for him to know that it is difficult for the entire mysterious art world to find a person whose heavenly eyes have reached the fifth level. This is no longer the heavenly eyes realm that does not belong to this world. How can a mortal achieve it?"

The old monk is a smart man. After hearing what I said, he immediately understood what was going on.

After pondering for a while, he spoke, "Well, the old monk understands what you mean. What you said makes sense. I agree with your idea. Wuji Taoist cannot ask for such a high demand. He will never find someone who is almost impossible in the mysterious world to inherit his mantle. Your realm of heavenly eyes should be enough."

"I think so too, but the truth is that I really can't see this word clearly." I also frowned.

"Well, generally speaking, black qi is the yin evil qi. However, all yin evil qi is afraid of yang qi. Your physical body is so strong. Try to use the blood of the middle finger to erase that layer of black fog." The old monk suddenly proposed this method.

"Use the blood of the middle finger to remove the fog?" I frowned slightly, thinking that this is a good idea, and maybe it will really work.

So I bit my middle finger and squeezed out a drop of blood, quickly applying it to the text.

Although this text is less than one meter away from me, I can still get it by tiptoeing a little and then raising my arms a little.

This middle finger blood was tapped on it, and I quickly wiped it open.

The middle finger blood is one of the strongest yang energy in a person's body, and it is also the strongest yang energy in addition to the blood on the tip of the tongue. Moreover, the middle finger blood also has the effect of suppressing evil. People from the Taoist sect often use the middle finger blood to write talismans, and the effect is several times stronger than ordinary cinnabar.

Perhaps the old monk asked me to use my middle finger blood, which also means strengthening the word.

At first I didn't feel anything, but as soon as my middle finger blood was smeared, a bright red light burst out. The black mist was dispersed nearly half at this moment, and the text behind also burst out a red light at this moment.

It seemed as if it had absorbed the yang energy of the middle finger blood and finally began to show off its head.

Red lights are rising one after another, and there is a tendency to break through the black fog. It seems to be a wild beast that has been suppressing for hundreds of years. Once it has the chance to escape from the cage, it will rush out without hesitation!

But this doesn't matter. What's important is that I finally see clearly what this word looks like!

"Zen Master, it really works. I saw this word."

"Oh, it really works, it's great. It seems that the old monk's idea is right. Then you can take a look at what the word is!"

"Okay!" I was also excited. I was just so happy that I didn't even look at it seriously.

After agreeing to the old monk, I immediately looked up and looked up. After looking at it, I found that it was actually a seal script!

I know a little about seal characters, but I am not very proficient. Moreover, these seal characters are not quite the same as those I have seen before, and seem to be more inclined to oracle bone script.

I actually read it for a long time but couldn't understand what the word is!

"Zen Master, this seems to be a seal script, but I can't understand it."

"I can't understand!" The old monk said after thinking for a moment: "It doesn't matter if you can't understand it. The old monk understands seal characters. How do you write them down? Write them for me after they are down. Maybe I can recognize them."

"Yes, this is also a solution." When the old monk said that he knew seal characters, I immediately looked up and memorized it carefully, and then jumped off his hand.
Chapter completed!