"For example, if you put dates in a straight line on a table and then shake the table vigorously, the dates will roll around and no longer form a straight line."

"Similarly, when the space is shaken, the countless flesh and blood that originally made up your body will be forced to leave their original positions, causing your body to directly disintegrate and die - there is no magic, and no trace of the formation being activated. This is the typical characteristic of a space shake."

"Hmm." Mingzhi sneered in his heart, "So the space shock is not only a byproduct of the moving cave, but also a weapon that the opponent can master... By the way, is there any way to defend against the space shock?"

"Don't get hit." Kunlun Mirror replied, "Space shockwaves are extremely destructive to any flesh, but they do little harm to things that do not have a fixed form, such as souls..."

Having said this, she suddenly stopped strangely.

Mingzhi remained silent, and both he and Jing thought of a key point at the same time.

"If we want to ascend as a sect, it will inevitably cause space shock." After a long time, Mingzhi said slowly, "and space shock will inevitably cause the body to break apart."

"Then, isn't it enough to just abandon the physical body?" Kunlun Jing also said slowly.

"What are you two talking about?" Su Mingjian asked in confusion, "Abandoning the body? Isn't that the way of ghost cultivation?"

"It's a ghost cultivator!" Mingzhi slapped his thigh and said, "His eyes are lifeless, his face is haggard, and he doesn't have any blood at all. If he's not a zombie, then what is he?"

"In order to avoid the space shock during the displacement of the celestial sphere, all monks in Jinchan Temple have transformed into ghost cultivators." Kunlun Jing also said in a deep voice, "For them, the soul is their origin, which can ensure that they will not be injured by space shock. The body... or the corpse, is just a temporary disposable container for the soul, a carrier that can be replaced at any time."

"Why can you come to so many conclusions based on reasoning alone?" Su Mingjian said in surprise.

Mingzhi did not explain it, but just discussed with Kunlun Mirror and said:

"If that's the case, there must be a place in the temple that is used to knead flesh and blood and create corpses."

"As long as we can find this place, all the previous inferences will be verified."

"I say." Jian Xing, who was left aside, finally couldn't help but ask in secret, "Nine, you look so thoughtful. Have you come to any conclusion?"

"Yes." Mingzhi nodded solemnly, "I feel that the back hall of Jinchan Temple must be hiding a big secret!"

"I!" Jian Xing couldn't help but curse, then he stood up and stammered:

"I have finished cleaning. I am leaving now..."

He left cursing in his mind, while Mingzhi sat cross-legged on the bed, thinking rapidly in his mind.

Su Mingjian was not wrong when he said "relying on reasoning alone", but he had indeed been racking his brains day and night in the past few days, thinking about the strange reasons behind the Jinchan Temple, otherwise he would not have been able to guess that the monks had turned into ghost cultivators so quickly.

Using the soul body to withstand the space shock caused by the movement of the celestial sphere feels like the space travel in science fiction novels. In order to make the body resist the acceleration, the consciousness can be uploaded to the computer... Of course, this is off topic. All we can say is that human imagination is truly infinite. Even among the Buddhist monks in this world, there are many ambitious people who want to fight against the heaven with human power.

Even if it's me, wouldn't I be unwilling to accept this shitty status quo?

After a few more days, the old monk seemed to have completely forgotten about this foreign monk and would never call him over for questioning.

Jianxing couldn't sit still. He felt that the ability of Number Nine had been exaggerated by Taoist Luo before, but now he had entered the bottomless mud pit of Jinchan Temple. Wasn't he still helpless like me?

So Taoist Master Luo in Hell also got the news soon, and notified No. 9 that he could "retire after accomplishing his mission" and come back to report on his work.

Mingzhi knew that it was because his work had not produced any results, so he gladly obeyed the organization's arrangements and said goodbye to the presiding monk and left.

"Master Mingzhi, are you leaving now?" The old monk tried to persuade him to stay, "Why don't you stay for a while? There are many rare Buddhist scriptures in the pavilion for you to appreciate."

"The host doesn't need to stay any longer." Mingzhi said with a smile on his face, "Come when you are in the mood, leave when you are not. If you force it, you will be at a disadvantage."

"That's good, that's good." The old monk was a little skeptical at first, wondering if this man was a spy who was planning to leave after getting the intelligence... But when he thought about it carefully, this man stayed in the side room every day and didn't seem to have much contact with the monks in the temple.

Never mind, I was probably overthinking it. It's better to leave, after all, there will be fewer variables.

Smiling and wise, the old monk came to a certain place on the mountainside, bowed and chanted a Buddhist name, saying:

"Then let's say goodbye."

Mingzhi suddenly became alert, thinking that this bald donkey would not teleport him to a sea of ​​fire or a mountain of swords.

However, probably in order to maintain the relationship with Puji Temple, he found himself in the wilderness.

Wei Dongliu's sword flashed and quickly circled around, roughly confirming that he was already in the southern part of Shenzhou.

After removing the disguise, I returned to Mount Wutai and found the mountain temple I had been to before… But I could not see any trace of the temple there. Only a pile of broken walls and ruins remained.

No way, in order to maintain the teleportation formation, even the original temple has to be demolished?

"Donor." A voice sounded from behind.

Wei Dongliu looked back and saw a familiar fortune teller looking at him with a smile:

"If you want to find the mountain temple to burn incense, go south from here for about two miles. There is another one on the top of the mountain."

"Thank you." Wei Dongliu nodded.

I came to the new mountain temple and teleported back to the depths of hell, where I met Taoist Master Luo in the base.

Wei Dongliu did not keep the secret and told Taoist Luo his speculation.

"Let the Golden Cicada Temple fly to the fairyland?" Taoist Luo looked indifferent at first, but when Wei Dongliu finished explaining in detail, he became extremely strange. "Do you have any evidence to support these speculations you mentioned?"

"According to No. 2, the explosion on the spot where the monks were standing and the ruins of the town at the foot of the mountain are traces of a space earthquake. This is one of them."

"The monks in the temple have no blood and there are many corpses in the backyard. This is in line with the ghost cultivation method that does not require a physical body. This is the second reason."

"The traces of space shock and the ghost cultivators who specialize in space shock, I think the only explanation is to push the cave heaven."

"Yes, No. 9, you did a great job." Taoist Luo pondered for a long time, and finally showed a satisfied smile, "Sure enough, it was right to send you there."

Isn't it? Wei Dongliu sneered in his heart, but said:

"If we can seize the fragments of the Heaven-Repairing Stone in the Golden Cicada Temple, it will definitely be helpful to our great cause of building a paradise for the human race in the depths of hell!"

"There is no rush for this matter." Taoist Priest Luo waved his hand and said, "The monks of Jinchan Temple are nothing to worry about, but the formation is extremely dangerous. We need to take our time with this matter."

"Number Nine, go back and rest first."

"Yeah." Wei Dongliu nodded and left.

As soon as I left, I suddenly realized: Where is my reward?

Okay, you send me to gather intelligence but you don’t give me corresponding rewards, right?

Sorry, I'll take it myself.

"A Jing, teleport me to the cave of Jinchan Temple!"