Jin Lun nodded and said, "This statement..."
Before he finished his sentence, Lao Gong glared and muttered, "What's wrong? There are so many boulders. It may take ten or fifteen days to find one, not to mention we have many important things to do. Don't waste time. The body is just a husk; let's go, let's go. You don't know how worried that old guy at Shen Xiao is."
Lao Gong was too urgent in his urging.
Jin Lun did not say much, but kept sighing and waved his hand to indicate that everyone should leave.
Under the guidance of Lao Gong, it didn't take long for us to reach the national highway.
The sky began to lighten gradually.
Lao Gong disappeared without a trace.
"Although the several Taoists appear to be both good and evil, they are indeed deeply devoted to their peers. However, the final resting place for dust is dust, and for soil is soil. Regardless of being a monk or a Taoist, the ultimate destination is still oneself. It is indeed unnecessary to bring back a body fragment. I believe they are not only looking for bodies but also for something else." Jin Lun walked along the way, sighing again.
As expected, strength and insight are interconnected. On this matter, I didn't say anything, yet Jin Lun managed to analyze it.
However, the several martial monks appeared to be confused.
"People die for money, birds die for food. They inherit the strange, and what they seek is also strange. It's better not to get involved." I said.
Jin Lun nodded deeply in agreement.
He casually touched his chest, the area that was wrapped up, but it was bulging, as if there was a round ball-like hard object inside...
His breath paused for a moment.
Lao Gong... indeed, a thief never comes back empty-handed!
He, got what he wanted!
But the four of Bai Mu were completely unaware of this. This way, it's not just ten or fifteen days, but half a year, they dig up three feet of the earth, but they will find nothing!
The loss on this trip is immense.
This harvest may be so big that it exceeds my imagination!
The sky grew lighter, and the sun broke through the clouds. Our group of monks and Taoists looked extremely disheveled.
My newly bought mobile phone has some simple water resistance, so I didn't damage it when I submerged it in the water for a while. We didn't spend long in the mountain, and there was still some battery left. So I contacted Cai Zhi, asking him to send someone to pick us up.
As for the location, the mobile phone can easily locate it. I said the general location.
After about two hours, a car appeared from the distance and stopped beside us.
The person who came was still as big as a drum, looked similar to Zhang Yi, but much younger.
The passenger seat also followed a person, who had no features and was quite ordinary.
The person introduced himself as the deputy leader of Tonggu Ghost Pavilion, Zhang Ji, and respectfully invited us to get into the car.
As the car headed towards Tonggu City, Zhang Ji asked us, "Have you brought back the souls of the deceased?" The Ghost Pavilion knew that this trip was extremely dangerous, so they had already prepared a body for reincarnation.
The martial monks remained silent, but Jin Lun sighed deeply.
I hesitated for a moment, shook my head, and explained that what we encountered on this trip was extremely terrifying, and once people die, their souls disappear.
Zhang Ji's originally confident demeanor turned pale, and sorrow overwhelmed him.
"Unharmed... Brother has had the intention of not returning on this trip. It is a way to atone for his sins."
"The Ghost Pavilion needs to reform and return to the righteous path, and it's a price that must be paid."
"Over the years, there have been many innocent lives lost under the Ghost Pavilion. To do good and die, Brother's death is appropriate." Zhang Ji tried to maintain his composure.
"Reform and return to the righteous path..." Jin Lun murmured before nodding and saying, "Zhang Deputy Leader speaks reason. This is also called putting down the butcher's knife and standing on the ground to become a Buddha. Perhaps, soul-flying and spirit-scattering are just escaping from the cycle of suffering."
To some extent, Jin Lun still has a trace of Buddhist nature, speaking in Zen-like sayings.
I thought it over and told Zhang Ji to explain the situation in Tonggu Ghost Pavilion this time. After we leave, he can go to Daxiang and report. I agreed to Zhuang Yi's request but couldn't fulfill it for him. His younger brother is a kind of continuation.
Zhang Ji's eyes revealed a trace of gratitude.
The leading heads of the Ghost Pavilion maintain the core ghosts, and their allure remains enormous for those below.
Pausing for a moment, I added, "As for the other deceased people, you should draw up a list and give it to the assistant leader Pan Qiqi. Also inform Pan Qiqi that it is my order. These people's families, if they can turn to goodness, some of the children can be chosen and given to Fan Jie. The Ghost Pavilion needs to change not just through intimidation but by making everyone change willingly. Maybe this generation doesn't have the qualifications, but the next generation may not. If there are any talents in the family with negative karma, I will also make arrangements in the future."
My words shocked Zhang Ji's eyes.
For a moment, he dared not say much, just gripping the steering wheel tightly as he drove.
Finally, we returned to the city.
Zhang Ji temporarily arranged a place for us, gave us clean clothes, and provided hot food for us to eat, then allowed us to sleep and rest.
Alone in a room, I sat quietly by the window, and the tiny corpse seed that Lao Gong had taken out was lying quietly in my palm.
Probably because the last moment had indeed taken away a lot of vitality from the corpse seed, making it gray and dull without much luster, instead of its previous transparent jade-like appearance.
It was just that because of this, the vitality flowing out of it was not much, and it was not discovered by those few hat-wearing Taoists.
Otherwise, we would have had a fierce battle.
This is the core of the spiritual transformation of the corpse, capable of keeping a collapsing mountain from collapsing prematurely. Describing it as a treasure of great talent and extraordinary value is not an exaggeration; it may be more precious than the Yiguang Cave's nose tenfold...
With a clenched fist, I hid the corpse seed in my palm and placed it more securely inside my clothes. Only then did I walk over to the bedside and lie down to rest.
By the time I woke up, it was already dark.
Lao Gong was hovering over my chest, his mouth full and he seemed to be sipping something, appearing particularly immersed in the experience.
The feeling of something foreign on my chest disappeared, it was obvious that the corpse seed was in Lao Gong's mouth.
A thick purple hue filled his irises, and the scene was somewhat eerie.
Lao Gong made a gulping sound, as if he had swallowed the corpse seed.
Lao Gong's body was invisible, and this didn't contradict anything.
However, in the next second, the corpse seed appeared on my chest...
Lao Gong stared blankly at it for a moment before saying, "This vegetable is too hard, old Lao Gong can't digest it... Well, it's not bad to have a few sips every day, much better than incense, candles, and paper money."
"Use it as a host body," I sat up, and the corpse seed fell from my chest. Lao Gong quickly bit into it, and he stopped on my shoulder before saying, "It can't be used as a host body. This one belongs to someone else. Although the general ghost didn't sneak in, they are still wandering around. The last trace of their soul didn't come down because they want this mountain to collapse so that they can escape. Otherwise, they can't leave here to seek revenge!"
"When they have taken their revenge, they will definitely return to the Dan. At that time, they will drive me out."
"Old man, let me enjoy myself first, and then I'll let you know what nourishment is all about."
Lao Gong's last sentence was really indecent, making me frown.
"We don't have to be too afraid, because this corpse is good."
"It was surrounded by the malevolent thoughts it generated due to its destruction. It has already been wrapped by your human skin scriptures. The old bald monk, Gong, thinks he has wrapped his own, and maybe he recites sutras to save him every day." Lao Gong's next words were even more sarcastic, with a smirk on his lips.
