I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 123 Immortal Brass Bell
"Although I understand, it's too miserable to be so poor."

Even though he didn't have any expectations in his heart, when the red armored dragon dragged the two tattered demon corpses out of the lake and put them in front of Feng Bingwen, after a ten-year-old child stepped forward to check them out, his face was full of surprises. Still can't help showing contempt.

These two monsters were no different from some spirits he had killed before. The most valuable part of his body was his own body.

Feng Bingwen looked at the aura of these two monsters far surpassing the little monsters he had expelled before, and he still had a little fantasy in his heart, and kept some expectations, but he was blind in vain.

"But what kind of treasure is this? This tiger demon has put all his wealth and life into it."

Although the two monsters can be called poor and white, there is still something on the tiger monster. The small copper bell that was spit out at the last moment of its life is still there, and it was not chopped off directly like the snake pill of the big snake.

Feng Bingwen played with the small copper bell the size of a palm in his hand. The shape of the copper bell was simple and simple. Although there was a rather crisp sound when it was shaken, it had no special effect, it only made the mind more peaceful.

But what is this, Taoist monks don't have a few methods of meditation, otherwise how can they meditate?
Of course, this small copper bell is not without special features. With a tentative mind, Feng Bingwen threw the copper bell, and manipulated the red armored dragon general to chop the copper bell with a halberd.

clang~
Golden sparks burst out, and the copper bell was sent flying, flying for an unknown number of miles in an instant.

But in the area of ​​Wolong Lake, as long as it is in the water, there is nothing that Lord Feng Dashui can't find, not to mention that his current White Dragon Dharma has been blessed by divine soldiers, which is even more extraordinary.

At the moment when the little copper bell was split and fell into the water, water splashed up on the lake, surrounded the copper bell, and offered it to Feng Bingwen.

"what!"

Feng Bingwen stretched out his hand to pick up the copper bell, and after only looking at it, he let out a sound of surprise. After being cut by the halberd, marks appeared on the copper bell.

But there were only traces, a very faint cut mark, which didn't even change its shape. What made Feng Bingwen even more excited was that the cut mark was slowly healing.

Just during the short time that Feng Bingwen watched, the appearance of the copper bell returned to its original state, still as simple and simple as before.This kind of performance is enough to prove how extraordinary the origin of this copper bell is.

"Good baby!"

Although he didn't know what the purpose of this copper bell was, Feng Bingwen was still in a good mood, because this was the first treasure that had not been acquired directly through the Heavenly Book. Although it was also related to the Heavenly Book, it was still a good start .

"It's time to go back."

After putting the copper bell into his bosom, Feng Bingwen looked at the gloomy sky that had returned to its original state, the torrential rain, and glanced at the mighty red-armored dragon general beside him. After thinking for a while, he did not put it away, but Staying on the island in the middle of the lake, he rides the clouds and mist to his own mansion.

The main reason is that he doesn't have any storage means like the mustard seed universe now, and the dharma image can be melted into his body with a single thought, but he can't store that magical weapon with a fierce aura, and it is incompatible with his six-foot-long body. The matched halberd is not easy to handle even if you carry it back.

The most important thing is that this ancient magic weapon is haunted by an evil spirit that is almost turning into substance. Not to mention that this thing will damage the Feng Shui of his Feng family mansion, the key point is that it will also have a bad impact on the body of ordinary people .

When he returned to the mansion, Feng Bingwen found that the phantom of water vapor he had left behind was actually taken to the atrium lobby of the mansion, where he stayed with the two elderly people and a dozen long-term workers.

"Hiss, the movement is still too loud, it scares the old man."

In the midst of the steam, Feng Bingwen's perception also saw that the faces of everyone in the lobby were terrified, pale, trembling, almost fainting, and they all looked frightened, including the faces of the two old people. The same is true, a little worried and at a loss.

Obviously, they had also seen the terrifying movement just now, and the power beyond their perception made them feel uneasy. Everyone gathered together and instinctively huddled together.

Seeing such a scene, Feng Bingwen suddenly felt an urge to tell the two old people all about his situation, but he quickly suppressed this urge.

As far as his experience in the past few years is concerned, people have to believe it when he tells it. The gods and monsters described by those storytellers are not as outrageous as his experience, and the existence of the Book of Heaven cannot be disclosed to outsiders.

With a faint apology, Feng Bingwen's figure silently blended into the hall, appearing a little taciturn in the phantom of water mist.

"Master Feng, Madam, there seems to be no movement outside."

There was a tense and frightening atmosphere in the hall. A long-term worker standing near the gate, after listening quietly for a while, said with a look of surprise on his face, with some uncertainty.

Those strong but still ordinary long-term workers heard the words and calmed down. After listening patiently for a while, they found that there was no movement outside, only the sound of rainstorm pouring down.

"If that's the case, there's no movement outside!"

Someone went out bravely, took a look outside, only saw the dark rumbling sky, and did not see the red light that had just shone, and as for the terrifying roar, there was no more.

It seemed that after the disaster had passed, the hall, which had seemed a little heavy just now, suddenly became more lively.

"Those things should be gone!"

"It should be gone."

An uncertain voice sounded, followed by a bold guess,

"What were those just now? It can't be the big monster mentioned in the opera!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"What nonsense, it's not like you didn't hear the movement just now."

"Don't worry, even if there are monsters, the city god in the county will subdue them!"

The old man spoke calmly at this time, although he claimed to be a scholar, and he did not talk strangely, but at this time only ghosts and gods can calm people's hearts, otherwise disasters may happen when people are panicked.

"The City God here is very effective. A few years ago, a judge appeared and subdued the vicious tiger that ran out of the mountains. The stripped tiger skin is still hanging in the Temple of the City God."

"Is the story about Judge Fuhu true?"

"City God bless you!"

"Blessed by Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva! As long as I can go home safely, I will definitely go to the temple to offer three sticks of incense!"

After hearing this, many long-term workers calmed down, but some of them knelt on the ground and began to worship in the direction of the Town God's Temple or temple in their impression.

Seeing this scene, Feng Bingwen, who was being hugged by his grandmother, had twinkling eyes, and he didn't have the slightest thought of underestimating it. Ordinary people are so powerless when they encounter a powerful monster, so they can only turn to ghosts and gods for help.

With a thought, the red-armored dragon that was still on the island in the center of the lake suddenly rose into the clouds and headed towards Xuanting Lake...

(End of this chapter)