Inside the floating temple, in a certain Zen room.

The real old monk Wu, who was wearing a gray monk's robe, was meditating. However, at this time, the other person's brows were furrowed, as if he could not calm down, and a hint of surliness flashed across his old face from time to time.

"Damn it, why am I so restless? Is there any danger?" Suddenly, the real old monk Wu opened his cloudy eyes and said to himself with an extremely gloomy face.

Turning his head to look outside the Zen room, a pair of cloudy eyes revealed a few rays of black light.

"In this caged place, I have kept a low profile. After so many years, the number of times I have shown my strength has been very minimal, and it is almost impossible to be discovered. Moreover, with the cover of the Holy Source, even that existence is equally difficult to detect.

aware……"

"In this case, the uneasiness in my heart must come from the young Taoist priest I met today. But, Taoist priests...could it be that their power has begun to awaken?"

"But the time hasn't come yet? Even the Holy Lord hasn't sent any reminder?"

The old monk Zhen Wu murmured to himself, constantly analyzing and guessing in his heart. Unfortunately, as time passed, this uneasiness in his heart not only did not dissipate, but became more intense.

Finally, he couldn't hold it in any longer and stood up with a groan.

He strode out of the Zen room and looked around for a while. At this time, the sky was clear and the air was bright, and the temple was quiet as usual. There was nothing wrong with it.

"Could it be that I thought wrong?"

The eyes of the old monk Zhen Wu flickered again, but he turned around and walked straight towards the main hall in the middle of the temple.

The temple is dilapidated, and the same goes for the Main Hall. Both outside and inside the temple are in dilapidated condition. Inside the temple, except for the Sakyamuni Buddha statue in the center, which is still intact, the other Buddha statues on both sides have long been shattered.

When the old monk Zhen Wu entered the main hall, he didn't even look at the Sakyamuni Buddha statue in the center. Instead, he approached a certain stone pillar, raised his palm and pressed it down quickly.

"Click..."

There was a sound of the machine rotating, and the next moment, there was a sudden roar on the wall on the side of the Buddha statue, and a hidden passage was revealed.

Zhen Wu's eyes flashed with joy, and he subconsciously glanced in the direction behind him, then turned back and continued to move forward, and soon entered the passage.

There was no light around, it was all dark, and there was a hint of moisture in the air, which was extremely humid. However, the real monk Wu was obviously not affected, and instead walked quite freely in it.

After walking for about a hundred steps, we reached the end. There was another stone door in front of us. After we pushed it open, we found an extremely clean darkroom.

The space here is not large, and there is a stone altar built on one side, on which stands a statue of a god in black clothes and a golden mask.

The old monk Zhen Wu's expression became extremely serious, he lit the incense candle, and then with a plop, he knelt down directly facing the black-robed statue.

“O omniscient, omniscient, omniscient, omnipotent Holy Lord, you are the eternal and immortal supreme true God… Omniscient, omniscient, omniscient, omnipotent Holy Lord, your slaves beg for your coming…

…”

As the deep voice continued to pray, finally, the statue suddenly shook slightly for a moment, the black robes glowed brightly, and the entire dark room was filled with bursts of black energy.

At this moment, Master Wu was so excited that he couldn't help himself. He bowed down again with great respect:

"Slave Zhen Wu, please see the Holy Master."

"It is you."

The golden mask changed for a while, vaguely revealing a majestic face, but it was vague and unclear. His voice was deep and deep, with some kind of magic power that penetrated people's hearts.

"The day of death has not yet come, why are you calling me?"

"Reporting to the Holy Lord, something happened to the spirit of Nightmare."

"What, something happened again!"

The statue's voice suddenly changed, and murderous intent filled the air.

"Holy... Holy Lord, please calm down. This matter is quite strange. It was caused by the intervention of a strange Taoist priest..."

Zhen Wu was trembling all over, but he did not dare to be negligent at all. He immediately told everything that happened today in detail. However, from the tone of the Lord Holy Master, it seemed that it was not just him who had the problem.

question.

"Taoist priest, or a young Taoist priest?" The voice paused, and his face twitched and changed, as if he was searching for something carefully. However, after just a moment, he replied with some doubts,

"It's strange, it's strange. This person is too mysterious. I still can't deduce any information about the other party? Could it be that 'he' really left one of his back-up men behind..." After a moment, he said again,

"A few days ago, something happened at the Floating Temple in Bianliang City. One of your compatriots was killed. I think the evil spirit he was responsible for was equally as bad."

"Ah..." When the real monk Wu heard this, his expression suddenly changed slightly.

"The Holy Master is guessing that the Taoist priest did this?"

"The possibility is very high. Moreover, I am more worried about the dragon-locking formation there. I wonder if it has been exposed?" The Holy Lord paused and continued,

"The place of imprisonment is protected by 'him'. I can't do anything for a moment. Even if a consciousness descends, it has great restrictions. However, the spirit of the Nightmare is of great importance, and nothing can happen to it. You must

Investigate this matter clearly."

"Qi...Qi, Holy Lord, that Taoist priest's strength far exceeds that of mortal warriors. I am no match for him either. I..."

"From your description, we can know that his cultivation level should not be high. However, he is protected by high-level treasures, which is indeed a bit troublesome."

The sound stopped again, and the black mist in front of him surged, and a small black flag half a foot long emerged. There were dots of spiritual light on the flag, flickering non-stop, but there were hundreds of insect patterns densely drawn on it.

, extremely mysterious.

"This is the Bailing Flag. It is a top-level spiritual treasure that I personally refined. I will give it to you now. With this flag guarding you, your life will be safe."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black flag had slowly flown in front of the opponent. The real old monk Wu took it respectfully. As soon as he touched it, he knew it was not a mortal thing, and there was undisguised joy in his eyes.

"The matter of the Nightmare Spirit must be investigated as soon as possible. If something really happens, a replacement needs to be found immediately. In addition, over the years, our power has penetrated a lot and is distributed all over the prison. I am here

You are granted permission to contact some of them and obtain 'their' help."

At this point, a black light suddenly appeared and quickly disappeared into the center of Zhen Wu's eyebrows.

"This is the list. You can use it to make secret contacts. I cannot stay for long and need to leave immediately to avoid attracting 'his' attention..."

Before he finished speaking, there was only a faint sound of thunder outside. The Holy Lord snorted coldly, and the rich black energy around him surged, but it all converged in an instant, turned into a black light, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The thunder slowly receded, and tranquility returned to the dark room. However, the real monk Wu unconsciously glanced towards the sky, his expression extremely solemn.

However, he quickly came back to his senses, looked at the black flag in his hand again, and his expression became calm.

"In Bianjing City, Lao San was in charge of the floating temple there. Unexpectedly, he lost his life." Zhen Wu thought in his heart, and after a while, he murmured,

"With the help of Bailingqi, I will have less worries in the future. Maybe I should go there first and have a look."

Thinking of this, his eyes slowly closed, his hands quickly changed, and he started to refine the newly acquired treasure by pinching the unknown magic formula.

…

Outside the dark room, somewhere in a hidden place. A figure stood quietly, it was Chu Feng who had been hiding for a long time. His whole body was shrouded in a layer of gray mist, looming.

"What kind of existence is the Holy Lord?"

Chu Feng murmured to himself, although what just came was just a ray of consciousness, but it also posed a great threat to him. Fortunately, he was covered by the Reincarnation Bead, otherwise, he would definitely be noticed by the other party.

He also thought of the few words spoken by the Holy Lord before. Although they were somewhat fragmented, some conclusions could be drawn.

The Nightmare Spirit should refer to the changes in the souls of Yun Huan'er and Li Qingzhao. However, it is still unclear what they are and what their purpose is.

This place is called the place of the cage, and the other party seems to be outside the cage, and is trying its best to penetrate into the cage, and has achieved considerable results.

In addition, the other party also mentioned a ‘he’, but I don’t know what kind of existence it is?

"Master, he is refining that treasure, should we take action immediately?"

He was deep in thought, but at this moment, Xiao Zi's voice suddenly came from his shoulder. Turning around, he saw that the other person was shaking his hair as a reminder, with a pair of bright eyes blinking non-stop.

"The level of the flag is not low. What if you match it?"

"Master, don't worry. Unless there are some special treasures, no acquired treasure can be my opponent. Moreover, you can know from the name of the flag that it must have captured the spirits of countless strange beasts and turned them into spiritual treasures."

The power. This is a refining method belonging to the devil. Although the power is not small, it has various disadvantages."

"That's it." Chu Feng thought for a moment, then his heart moved,

"Don't rush to take action for the time being. Maybe you can rely on the other party to follow the clues and get more useful information."

"Oh." When Xiao Zi heard that he couldn't take action, Xiao Zi's face suddenly crossed, showing a disappointed look. However, this disappointment only lasted for a moment, but she said excitedly again,

"Master, let's go see the big golden dragon. There is also one below."

"Can."

Chu Feng glanced in the direction of the dark room, then nodded, but it turned into a ray of purple light, went straight under the ground, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

…

Time passes, and a few days pass in the blink of an eye.

In the valley, Chu Feng was sitting cross-legged in a cave somewhere, meditating with his eyes closed. Xiao Zi was not idle, alone at the entrance of the cave, monitoring every move of the floating temple in the distance.

However, she obviously couldn't stand this boring task, and would fly around from time to time, amusing herself. Fortunately, she could freely restrain her power, otherwise, those flowers, plants and animals would not be able to escape.

Disaster.

The sun sets and the sky gradually darkens,

Xiao Zi, who was trying to fly with a dragonfly, suddenly paused and looked at the floating temple. The next moment, he disappeared in an instant. When he reappeared, he was already in the cave.

"Master, the old monk has come out."

Chu Feng opened his eyes, casually pressed the opponent on his shoulder, and flew straight out of the cave without any hesitation.
To be continued...