"I remain silent, allowing Wei Youming to act as he pleases."
In places we cannot see, those ghosts must be searching extensively.
The reason for the lama's crying is simpler.
The fifth Lama Temple is a sacred place for living Buddha, and it should be avoided by ghosts and evil spirits. However, now that a ghost has made it his garden, how could they not be uncomfortable?
That might feel just as our initial experience when Hei Lochasha was rampant on the Si Yulei mountain?
No, there's a slight difference; the lamas didn't have any dead, they just lost face and their faith was undermined.
The harsh cawing of crows, the screams of vultures, and the continuous ringing sound.
Time, passes slowly.
Wei Youming had been standing quietly beside me, but then he suddenly lowered his eyebrows and eyes, as if he had encountered a difficult medical condition.
A faint feeling of worry flashed across my heart.
Wei Youming, who was supposed to have been found, hasn't been located?
The grimness of the prison overlaps with the five Lama Temple, equivalent to turning it upside down.
If that's not the case, then it's probably truly not there.
In the next moment, the black purple ghost mist around Wei Youming became more dense.
In this rippling ghost mist, there was a new figure.
Mangqi!
She originally had her eyes tightly closed, and her face had countless fine small wounds. Under the influence of the ghost, it seems like it has been suppressing it, and there hasn't formed that type of incremental wound.
Her eyes trembled slightly, and Mangqi opened her eyes.
Wei Youming murmured a few words, which were more or less the purpose of our current objective.
Beforehand, I didn't understand what Wei Youming and Mangqi were talking about. What's the use of it?
In the next instant, my face turned pale with surprise, and my pupils constricted even more.
Mangqi performed several hand seals, and a strange sound emanated from her mouth. From her body, countless black shadows abruptly shot out, spreading out like a tide!
These black shadows are all bamboo rats controlled by Di Shu.
Initially, the bamboo rats helped me a lot. But as the dangers I encountered became more frequent and severe, and when Mangying's methods could no longer keep up, she stayed behind at the Mang family.
Of course, this is related to fate and destiny. Because the strength was not enough to interfere with the numbers, she kept a greater distance from me.
"Little Big Sister, you've turned into a Tulou ghost," Old Gong muttered, almost dropping his chin to the ground.
The number of bamboo rats is too great.
I can see the details in it.
Mangqi, unexpectedly, has dispersed her soul into every bamboo rat!
Yes, she did lose her soul. Theoretically, the scattered threads of her soul would wander aimlessly, and that's why Wei Youming confined her to the grim prison to contain this risk.
Just, how did Mangqi use this lost soul to scatter it into the bamboo rats!
Di Shu is through controlling the lost souls in bamboo rats, and its own conscious soul is naturally stronger! Moreover, this is also a method of tracking!
"Looking for one's own kind is very convenient, this place is always a temple, and it's not very convenient for ghosts. My little big sister is just like that!" Old Gong raised his thumb.
Time passed slowly once again.
"Found it." Wei Youming suddenly said something and vanished abruptly!
My heart jumped suddenly.
Old Gong, however, burst out a shrill laugh and dashed in a certain direction.
The scope of the grim prison is constantly narrowing. Since the goal has been achieved, Wei Youming would naturally not keep the grim prison extended indefinitely.
I also started to move, following Old Gong.
It didn't take long, and we actually returned to the vicinity of a temple with a living Buddha.
We turned to the back of the temple and saw a vast area of small white towers, all of which were Sutra towers. Old Gong crawled through one of the Sutra towers, and I followed behind, my heart pounding even more fiercely.
I have already learned where the Mang family was hidden by Agong Lama!
Indeed, when Old Gong stopped, there was a reversed funnel-shaped pit in front of us.
At the very bottom of the steps, there was an opening covered with animal fur, completely sealed shut.
The opening has magical formations, and Wei Youming cannot approach it.
Mangying stood next to Wei Youming, and the bamboo rats were quickly returning to Mangying.
Clearly, there were two fine blood lines on Mangying's face. She struggled and turned her head slightly, our eyes locking, and her gaze seemed even more disoriented.
The grim prison disappeared without a trace, and Mangying disappeared as well, leaving only Wei Youming standing there.
"This place is great," Old Gong grinned and said, "But the bones of the living Buddha have been dug up, and the skeleton is not very useful. How can it still be able to conceal the aura? The old boy knows how to hide people."
"Master, what are you standing around for? Move!" Then, Old Gong reminded me again.
"The sky is about to dawn." Wei Youming suddenly opened his mouth.
The darkness of the night has reached a limit, and soon there will be a fish belly white that breaks the night curtain.
I heard a faint sound, someone was coming this way!
According to Old Gong's words, I have to go down.
Going down can meet the Mang family.
But what then?
Knowing they are here is enough to expose Agong Lama.
If I go down, I will only put myself in a more passive situation, and who knows what kind of setup Agong Lama has below?
Especially with Wei Youming's reminder, it's clear he meant something.
In a moment, I sat cross-legged.
The four rule mirror and female one jade tablet were respectively pressing against my chest and the top of my head!
"A vertical gaze, sitting and seeing ten directions..."
"With twofold listening, it becomes clear..."
"With threefold smelling, it seems as if it is in front..."
"With fourfold tasting, differentiate the flavors..."
"With fivefold body, the ancestor comes to me..."
"With six heart connection, my heart is empty..."
As I recited the spell, a sense of intersecting figures gradually appeared beside me. However, I couldn't see them; I could only sense their presence.
The previous times I called the ancestor, were always during extremely critical situations.
This time, although it is also urgent, it is not to that extent. I can feel it carefully.
Is it because... I am not their destined person, but rather just using the Female One Jade Tablet and the Four Rule Mirror as a medium?
"Heavenly laws protect, blessings follow, evil spirits are far away, gods and spirits guard, the wish must be fulfilled, and the path is connected!"
As the last incantation was spoken.
The presence of those figures felt even stronger, though still invisible, but the feeling of layer upon layer was becoming more intense.
Rather than the previous time, it is slightly different.
They haven't started to compete yet?
It seems as if they are also beginning to show deference.
The sky is brightening.
Old Gong and Wei Youming vanished.
In fact, Old Gong still had a glimmer of hope, much like this moment when he hoped for dawn.
The last time, the irascible ancestor Bai Zi gave him a profound lesson.
The brightness of the sky will not affect the ancestor's presence.
That feeling didn't disappear.
With Agong Lama included, the six living Buddhas had already reached around me, blocking the way in front of the inverted pagoda-shaped ground.
"This place, cannot be entered. The living Buddha's corpse was dug up and bones were exposed. You, as the son of Luo Muye, naturally have things you can't trust me about. Similarly, I also have things I can't trust you about." Agong Lama clasped his hands together, his face tense, with no room for discussion!
The other five living Buddhas had the same attitude.
The living Buddha over a hundred years old shook his head and said, "Since we didn't find the person you, Mr. Luo, mentioned in the Five Lama Temple, it means you have misunderstood. At this moment, we should discuss important matters together rather than cause chaos in the temple."
"They, are hidden inside." I realized that I could still speak.
Although that soul nearby feeling became stronger, it was the next moment when the ancestor could enter the body!
But it seems as if the ancestor is deliberately delaying time?
The five living Buddhas were very quiet, and the emotion that appeared in their eyes was absurd.
Agong Lama laughed, and the sound echoed around for a long time.
