Indeed, after I cut the copper chain last time, the physical body of the 13th Chan Ren quickly deteriorated. At this moment, inside the tower, there is only a skeleton bone, which is still very ordinary. It lacks the sense of solicitude and protection like that of a Taoist. Moreover, it is even less than ordinary human bones. It is too pale and empty.
My dad was just looking at that empty skeleton, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking again.
"The exit must still be found here," old Gong muttered.
At this time, my dad walked into the pile of the 13th Chan Ren's dried bones.
He really carved down two eyebrow bones from the skull and took out the shin bones from the rest of the skeleton.
Then, he sat cross-legged on the skeleton of the 13th Chan Ren and began to scrape off a piece of eyebrow bone with the knife. The grinding sound was very unpleasant and piercing.
"Old Ghost Doctor, is my lord crazy?" old Gong looked at the wooden tower again.
There was no sign of Wei Youming.
I truly and genuinely have no idea what my dad is planning to do.
However, I know that he has always been reasonable.
Even I vaguely guessed that it might be to strip the body?
It looks like it, but it shouldn't be.
The Black City Temple may not even use the Dalai Lama as a disembodied object, let alone these Dalai Lamas who have been locked up. Even if they are made into disembodied objects, it won't bring out their souls.
Old Gong finally selected a direction and instructed me to start digging.
This is an extremely boring process.
Only I worked, my dad didn't come to help. He seemed to be endless, constantly chiseling bones.
When I was extremely tired, I would stop and rest, have something to eat, look at my dad's situation, and then look at the map of human skin, noting down the content inside.
Sleep is almost exclusively replaced by meditation.
The hole has finally been drilled through, and here underground, it is not part of the mountain. It connects to an outside cave, and I even heard the cry of a reptile and the smell penetrating my nostrils.
Old Gong didn't let me go out; he instructed me to drill a second hole.
I have a feeling that there is a strong threat outside, that kind of oppression that directly hits the deepest part of the heart.
Fortunately, the barley top is top-hungry, and the meat paste and yogurt are enough to eat.
The most crucial thing is, my speed has increased.
Compared to my previous strength, it is quite different. If I really count the time, I may have only used a third of the time it took me to come here to drill a hole and make an exit.
The second hole was drilled through.
Old Gong still didn't let me go out. He cursed and pointed to tell me to drill the third hole.
The food on my body is almost finished.
Even if I'm fast, this time can't be sustained!
Even after I drilled through the third hole, I was still underground, and it was still in the lair of a reptile.
However, this place is a bit shallower, and you can see a light point in the distance.
The next instant, the light point was covered by a black circle.
The blackness was a moment of backlight, which quickly revealed its form.
It was a young face, his emotions were very strange, with anger, but also a trace of a smile.
"Go back! Go back!" Old Gong urged me.
I immediately stepped back, returning from the tunnel to the mausoleum.
There were four holes in the four directions on the wall of the tomb chamber.
"Three holes for a cunning rabbit, and I have an extra one. What's this old guy up to... So accurate? It turns out that being a Dalai Lama is even more accurate than a fortune teller who practices divination all his life?" Old Gong kept complaining, his eyes constantly scanning the three holes.
"I've changed the orientation... but the mountain is too small, and he came too quickly. Wherever he goes, he has to block it..."
While complaining, old Gong was still cursing.
Then, with a look of helplessness, he sighed, "Master has gone mad too. Using the Dalai Lama's prayer beads, stringing them together like that, what good is it? It can't bring back the Dalai Lama. If it really comes to it, I'll have to call out the female cultivator and confront him head-on. Let him know why the flowers are so red."
"Okay," I whispered in response.
In fact, when the first hole was drilled out, feeling the threat outside, I directly wanted to use the Four Rules Mirror and Female One Jade Tablet to summon the ancestors through Taoist magic.
However, Old Gong called me back because he wanted to try to see if there was a sliver of hope.
Plus, my dad was grinding bones like he was possessed, and I have always listened to old Gong's arrangements.
Now, it's time to wait no longer.
If we continue to delay, we will face the problem of running out of food and drink.
There is no other choice, we have to face the confrontation with Ahgon Lama!
"Do you hear that, Master? We can't go on like this. Listen to me, the matter of stringing prayer beads should be put aside. We have to deal with serious business." Old Gong wobbled over to my dad and waved his hand twice.
"Huff..." My dad exhaled, but he didn't pay attention to Old Gong. Instead, he pulled out a thin rope from his clothes, untied it, and revealed an even thinner rope. He used a tiny bone spike to tie it to a bone bead.
One by one, soon, my dad's hands were full of bone beads. Although they were rough and not polished, they gave people an indescribable feeling!
It was not just simple thickness. It was much thicker than the Gao Tian hammer and Gao Tian sword on my body, and far surpassed the Si Guo Mingjing and Nu Yi Yujian.
When all the bone beads were strung together, I felt like my dad had disappeared.
Of course, it was just a moment, and he appeared to be hidden and visible again.
This is a matter of qi, not a person. He exists in the vision.
"Hey?" At first, Old Gong's voice was puzzled, but it quickly rose, mixed with a trace of amazement!
"Good thing! Old Ghost, you're amazing!"
"Why not say that you have made this good thing?"
Old Gong smiled from ear to ear.
My heartbeat also quickened, thumping soundly.
Ahgon Lama can find my position, it's clear that it's qi!
I now have a vague understanding of where the qi is coming from.
It was once old Gong, who had skin and bone beads on his body. Now it is the human skin scroll, a map!
Even if I don't ask for it, it's likely that Ahgon Lama would give it to me when I entered here.
Of course, this is just my guess. After all, it's the exit of the Yang spirit. Ahgon Lama must have other preparations. In any case, he's confident that I can't escape, and I'll have to face him when I go out. Unless I break the chains, we can discuss properly.
Just then, my dad actually came up with a way to break it!
This string of Dalai Lama bone beads can hide qi!
"This is not for use here, but it's still useful; we can go out."
"I've wanted to leave here since I came, Master. If there is such a thing next time, let me and the Grandfather help you. It would go much faster." Although it was supposed to be a complaint, the smile on his face was still vivid.
He glanced at the four hole openings, as if choosing which one to go out through.
But my dad shook his head, not answering Old Gong's words. Instead, he walked towards the channel we came from.
"Don't walk the path, walk the original path." My dad said.
"Hmm?" Old Gong's face changed again.
He didn't make a sound, but just gestured for me to follow my dad.
As we walked along, Old Gong whispered to me, "Do you feel that, Master? Lord seems a bit strange. He's not the same as usual. He seems to be doing something... so strange. At such a moment, to go against it... I didn't even think of it."
"I always feel that he's not just going to walk directly... There's something else he has to do... Damn it, I'm a bit on edge." Old Gong looked a bit scared, but his mouth twisted into a strange smile.
