The old Taoist pondered for a long time, nodded and said, "I think this scholar's Yin spirit, although surrounded by black energy, has gradually become a fierce spirit, but it seems that he has no intention of hurting others."
"And since he was immersed in the way of cultivation, it is possible that the Yin spirit aura all over his body was covered up by a trace of cultivation aura. It is not surprising that you were in a hurry to go up the mountain and did not notice his presence."
Jiang Nai thought for a while and came up with the only explanation.
Come to think of it, I was still young at that time and did not do things carefully enough. I will naturally have to learn lessons in the future and never be so careless.
"Master, what should I do now?" Jiang Nai turned around and asked the old man.
The old man stroked his beard and sighed, "It seems that this is a poor person. He doesn't even know how he died."
"Let's ask him about his identity first."
The master and the apprentice talked for a while, but the four of them, Ma Cheng and others, stood upright by the pit, not daring to move.
At this moment, I couldn't help but asked cautiously: "Master, can we move?"
Jiang Nai nodded to them, and the four of them breathed a sigh of relief. Their whole bodies relaxed, and they realized that their whole bodies were weak and dripping with cold sweat.
Ma Cheng couldn't help but ask: "Master, do you mean that this Yin spirit was still a cultivator during his lifetime? So after death, he will be more powerful than the Yin spirits transformed by ordinary people?"
Jiang Nai nodded slightly, "That's pretty much what it means."
Then he turned to look at the scholar.
I saw him with a blank expression, staring at the bronze mirror that was half a man's height, shivering all over, and kept muttering to himself: "I am dead, how could I die? When did I die? How is it possible?"
"
Seeing the shocked look on his face, Jiang Nai couldn't help but be speechless.
This guy coughed lightly and asked impatiently, "Who are you? Hurry up and tell me who you are!"
The scholar Yin Ling said with a dull expression, "I, I am a teacher at Shangjing Academy, specializing in teaching calligraphy and painting."
"Are you a teacher at Shangjing Academy?" Jiang Nai looked stunned.
"Yes, yes." Scholar Yin Ling nodded, "I am a professor of calligraphy and painting. My surname is Zhu."
Mr. Zhu looked around with a confused face, "Where is this? Why am I here?"
Jiang Nai rolled his eyes fiercely, "Since you are a gentleman from Shangjing Academy, if you don't stay at Shangjing Academy, why did you come to Baiyun Mountain to die?"
Mr. Zhu looked at her with a blank face, "Yes, why didn't I stay at Shangjing Academy? Why did I come here to die? This is Baiyun Mountain, why am I here?"
If it weren't for the fact that Mr. Zhu had no real body, Jiang Nai really wanted to step forward and punch him and kick him unconscious.
Why does this baby feel so tired talking to this person?
She asked a question and he asked it three times in a row. How annoying!
"I'm asking you now! You're not asking me! You don't even know how you died, how could I know how you died?"
Damn it, if Nana had a beard, he would be so angry that he would blow his beard and stare.
Ma Cheng and four others stepped forward to persuade him, "Master, calm down."
"Master, don't be so angry."
"Looking at Mr. Zhu's appearance, he seems to have no memory of how he died."
"Why don't you, Master, collect it first?" Ma Cheng accompanied Jiang Nai and carefully persuaded her.