Volume 1, Chapter 28: Li Gao comes back from the dead, there are ghosts in the world.
Ye Tingmu was dazed and was dragged into this dark cave by the person in front of him, with a little monk following behind him.
This place is dark and damp, like an underground cave.
It was pitch black all around, and from time to time the sound of water dripping on rocks could be heard.
The three of them leaned against the stone wall, breathing heavily.
In the dark.
The young monk spoke first.
"Thank you for your help, benefactor."
Another person said, "You're welcome. The six sects are one family, so naturally we should stick together. Seeing you in danger, how could I not save you?"
"Oh, where did the donor come from?"
"My master, Li Changshou from Tiandaoyuan."
"So you're a disciple of Li Tianshi. I'm from Kongling Temple. My Dharma name is Shijie, and my master's Dharma name is Wuxin."
"Hiss~ You're actually Master Wuxin's apprentice. You must be incredibly talented. You've actually caught Master Wuxin's eye. Nice to meet you."
"No, no, Li Tianshi's disciples must be extraordinary. May I ask your name?"
"Master Li Gao."
Listening to the two of them praising each other, Ye Tingmu was speechless. It seemed that these days people don't rely on their fathers anymore, but on their masters instead.
He took out a homemade tinderbox from his waist.
The flames danced like stars in the dark night, lighting up the place.
The two of them looked at the candlelight at the same time.
With the help of the faint candlelight, Ye Tingmu began to look around. Sure enough, it was almost the same as he had guessed. This was an underground cave, and the entrance continued to extend downwards. However, looking at the ground of the cave, there were some man-made shadows. Someone must have mined or lived here.
Suddenly a face appeared before his eyes.
Li Gou grinned with a smile on his face.
Ye Tingmu suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Li Gao in front of him in disbelief. He felt a chill from the soles of his feet to his back.
The next second, the scabbard in his hand smashed down hard on Li Gao's forehead.
With a "dong~" sound.
Li Gao's smile froze instantly.
"Fuck you~" and then he fainted.
The little monk looked confused. He looked at Li Gao on the ground and then at Ye Tingmu.
"Why is this?"
He couldn't understand why Ye Tingmu would attack the person who saved him.
Ye Tingmu subconsciously stepped back and poked Li Gao with the scabbard of his sword.
His Adam's apple moved, and he turned to look at the little monk and asked, "Do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?"
The little monk was confused and asked, "Why did you hit someone?" "Are you kidding me?"
What the hell.
The little monk shook his head blankly.
"have no idea."
Ye Tingmu held up a candle and looked at him seriously.
He said word by word:
"There really are ghosts in this world, and he is one of them."
As he spoke, he did not forget to point his scabbard at Li Gao on the ground.
The little monk stared blankly at Li Gao lying on the ground. After seeing his face clearly, he was startled and moved back.
Exclaimed in surprise.
"Why is it him?"
Isn’t this Li Gao the Taoist priest who was chased out of Yijian Gorge by Huoyun Mang?
He clearly saw that the Taoist priest was burned to ashes by the flames of the Fire Cloud Dragon.
How come you are here now?
Is it really a ghost?
Ye Tingmu looked at him and said, "You also saw that he died, right?"
The little monk nodded subconsciously, then looked up.
"what to do?"
They never dreamed that they would be saved by a ghost.
Facing the little monk's question, Ye Tingmu said unhappily: "How should I know? I am a swordsman. Aren't you a Buddhist disciple? You should save him. After all, he saved us, right?"
The little monk stared at him without saying anything.
"What are you standing there for? Come on and save your soul!"
The little monk was speechless. Who the hell told you that Buddhist disciples could liberate the souls of the dead? Not to mention that he himself didn’t know how to do it, he was afraid that no one in the entire Kongling Temple could do it.
He made a bitter face and replied, "I don't know how to do that."
Ye Tingmu was stunned for a moment and stared at him.
"You can't do this, can you?"
"You don't understand. This is also my first time encountering a ghost."
"What should we do? Otherwise, just kill him."
"It's not good. After all, they saved us. Besides, we Buddhist disciples don't kill at will."
"Tsk, you're a Buddhist disciple, and you're not afraid of insulting your master by saying it. I guess you've been beaten by your master a lot."
The little monk touched his head embarrassedly.
"It's okay, I'm used to it. How about we go..."
Ye Tingmu rolled his eyes and said, "Go, where to go? That woman must still be outside. If I go out now, I will die."
If you want to leave, you can only wait until night when it is dark and windy, so that you can escape.
"Tie him up first."
"OK."
Ye Tingmu always felt that this day was too magical.
In the early morning, the Black Wind Valley attacked, and he killed all the enemies, but then a black-clad swordsman appeared and beat him up.
Later, after the snake demon was killed, the system that had been following the dead like a dead person actually spoke.
Then he chased the dragon snake into here, but saw a pool full of corpses. Then he met the woman in red. She was so fierce that he couldn't beat her at all.
Now that I’m saved by a ghost, it’s creepy to think about it.
By the way, are the strong people in the sixth level of the Divine Wandering Realm so worthless now? You can meet them everywhere.
Yecheng is a small and shabby place. When did so many masters appear? I have never heard of them before.
Just before today, in the past five years, the highest level person he had met in Yecheng was only a third-level Qidong Realm expert.
Could it be that all this was really caused by Dongfang Qingzhu?
It seems that what Big Black Bull said is true. This muddy water is really unmovable.
If the corpse found in the Black Water Pond is also related to Dongfang Qingzhu, then this matter would be very serious.
The two of them worked together, tied up Li Gao tightly, and threw him aside.
Then he sat down again.
"Wait until dark before leaving."
"good."
The two of them sat in silence. Ye Tingmu reached into his waist and took out a piece of cake, cut it in half, and handed it to the little monk.
"Monk, I heard you mention a blood sacrifice formation before. Is the pool outside the water a blood sacrifice formation?"
The little monk frowned.
"That's right, but I didn't expect that the scale of this blood sacrifice secret technique would be so large."
"Does this thing work? Can it really revive that willow monster?"
"I don't know either. I only know that my master told me that the Blood God Cult has a secret technique, the Blood Sacrifice Formation, which can bring people back to life from the dead. As for whether it can revive demons, I've never heard of it before, so I don't know either."
Ye Tingmu frowned. The Blood God Cult, this name does sound bloody.
"Is the Blood God Cult very powerful?"
The little monk took a bite of the cake and spoke softly.
"The most evil cult in Jiuzhou. Even the six sects joined forces to destroy them. What do you think?"
It was indeed as he said. If we only talk about combat power, it is not an exaggeration to say that the Blood God Sect is the number one sect in Jiuzhou. In any case, if the six major sects were to fight him in a one-on-one battle, they would definitely be crushed.
Even if the six sects joined forces, the Blood God Cult could barely put up a fight.
"That's really powerful."
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