Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

"Do you know where there is Yinfeng grass?"

Zhao Lin asked in a deep voice, Yin Soul must have seen monks picking Yinfeng grass before, and knew that he needed it too, so he thought of using this method to save his life.

"Yes, I've seen... I've seen it."

Yin Soul was afraid that Zhao Lin's iron ruler would fall down, so he trembled.

"how many?"

Zhao Lin originally planned to stay in the Yin Wind Realm for five to seven days, no more than ten days at most, the Yin Qi would hurt the body, even with the Sanyang Pill to expel the Yin Qi, it would be unfavorable to practice after a long time.

It's just that Yinfeng grass is not easy to find. It took me half a day to find one. With such efficiency, it's hard to say what I can gain.

The ghost has lived in this world for thousands of years, if it knows where the wind grass is, it will save a lot of effort.

"I know a place that has...a lot."

Yinhun knew that his life and death depended only on Zhao Lin's thought, and he had to make use of himself to survive.

Zhao Lin thought for a while and said, "There is another spiritual herb..."

"Is it this? Yes, but not too much."

With a move of the two tentacles of the ghost, a light blue spiritual grass was formed.

The stem of the spirit grass is slender, with a bamboo-like texture at the bottom, and the leaves are wide, dotted with dots of spots.

It is another spiritual herb produced in the Yin Wind Realm: Star Peony Grass.

"Where is the specific location?"

Zhao Lin didn't take back the iron ruler, but motioned for Yin Soul to continue.

When asking questions, his eyes were fixed on the other party. Although Yin Hun didn't have facial features, his swinging tentacles were similar to body language, and he could tell the clues to some extent.

"over there."

The shade raised a tentacle, pointing in a distant direction.

Zhao Lin glanced along its tentacles, and saw the undulating mountains and heavy mist, which could not be seen very clearly.

"Leave your life temporarily, take me there, if you dare to lie to me..."

"Little man...don't dare!"

The tentacles all over Yin Hun's body trembled, as if he breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Lin frowned slightly, a trace of doubt arose in his heart.

Claiming to be a villain?

Could it be that this ghost swallowed the monk's soul and really regarded itself as a human being?
So who devoured whom?
"Get up!"

Zhao Lin put away the iron ruler.

"The villain will lead the way."

The ghost re-suspended.

"Wait, eat this."

Zhao Lin took out a Sanyang Pill.

This ghost not only has advanced illusion skills, but also knows how to read people's hearts. It must be half disabled first, so as not to play any tricks.

"Ah, I can't..."

When Yinhun saw the pill in Zhao Lin's hand, he shrank into a ball in fright.

The Sanyang Pill is blazing and vigorous, and it is a good medicine for monks to drive away Yin and cold, but it is no different from poisonous to ghosts.

"I'm relieved if you eat it."

Zhao Lin waved the iron ruler casually twice, with a very peaceful tone.

"I...I eat!"

Yinhun stretched out its tentacles tremblingly, and took the Sanyang Pill.

Shades, like jellyfish, have no mouths and use the suckers and cilia on their tentacles to feed.

Under Zhao Lin's gaze, it crushed the Sanyang Pill and sucked it hard.

"Hiss..."

Yin Hun seemed to be roasted by fire, a puff of white smoke came out of his body, and then he twitched in pain.

After a while, the ghost stopped twitching, and many brown spots appeared on the canopy, and the color was much dimmer, looking very weak.

This is exactly the effect Zhao Lin wanted.

"Looks like tonight is going to be a sleepless night."

Zhao Lin asked the ghost to follow him, went back to the place where he was going to camp, put away the tent, and took back the drum bells on the ground one by one.

Then cross-legged on the ground, took out a spirit stone and stuck it under his stomach.

After a fight just now, more than half of the aura in his body was consumed, so he had to exercise his kung fu to recover his aura first.

Yin Hun just took the Sanyang Pill, and he was also feeling very uncomfortable, waiting quietly by the side.

"Let's go, lead the way."

Half an hour later, Zhao Lin stood up, then thought of a question and asked, "How far can you detect?"

In the two encounters with ghosts, the ghosts attacked first. Zhao Lin guessed that their detection distance must be much farther than his own.

Yinhun was born in this world, and has his own innate endowment.

"One thousand feet."

As the ghost floated forward, he raised his tentacles, pointed to a distant mountain peak under the darkness of night, and said, "It's almost there."

"so far!"

Zhao Lin was secretly surprised that even the Foundation Establishment cultivator did not have such a powerful consciousness.

After a little thought, he said, "If you encounter a human monk like me on the road, please inform me in advance to avoid it, understand?"

"I understand, I have seen... you human monks... fight."

Yin Hun regained some of his anger and talked more.

"How long has it been since you were born with wisdom?"

Zhao Lin wanted to use this question to explore the true colors of ghosts.

"Let's think about it... It's been a long time. It's about the age of fourteen Canghuanzhu."

Yin Hun pondered for a while before answering.

The Yinfeng Realm does not see the sun, and there is no concept of year.

Canghuan Bamboo is a unique bamboo in the Yinfeng Realm. According to the observation of monks who entered the Yinfeng Realm, the lifespan of this kind of bamboo is about five to sixty years.

Fourteen canghuanzhus mean that it has been seven or eight hundred years since the ghosts gave birth to spiritual wisdom.

"You dare to attack me because you see me as a bully?"

"Yes, the villain has never seen a monk from the third level of Qi Refining come in here."

"You don't have a mouth, how can you talk?"

"Using magic. As long as it is a sound that has been heard, it can be imitated by magic..."

As the conversation progressed, the ghost spoke more and more fluently, no longer stuttering like it did at first.

Yinhun was hit by the Yanliu arrow and ate Sanyang Pill, drifting more and more slowly, Zhao Lin simply grabbed its umbrella and galloped forward.

Not as expected, the canopy on the top of the ghost is quite hard, a hard shell similar to tortoise shell.

"Hide to the right, someone is coming!"

After walking for a while, Yin Soul reminded Zhao Lindao.

Zhao Lin hurriedly led it up a big tree, restraining its breath.

Sure enough, after a while, a monk walked past not far away.

After rushing for nearly two hours, Yin Hun suddenly raised its tentacles, pointed to the front and said, "Here we are, that's over there."

Zhao Lin focused his spiritual power on his eyes, looked into the distance, and saw a meandering river.

The terrain around the river is very peculiar, with peak clusters like stone buds, vertical and horizontal deep and shallow ravines, many large and small caves, and large depressions.

Very similar to the karst landform of the previous life.

Zhao Lin didn't rush forward, and asked in a low voice, "Is anyone in there?"

The ghost stretched out two tentacles and replied, "Yes, two."

"Will they find out what you said?"

"No, it's very hidden there."

Zhao Lin glanced at Yin Hun and found that it was still very weak, so he stopped feeding it Sanyang Pill.

It looks like this now, if it eats another one, its life may be gone.

"Okay, take me there! Avoid the monks, as long as you find Yinfeng grass and Star peony grass, I will let you live." (End of this chapter)