Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Yinhun and Zhao Lin meandered along the river, one behind the other.

It looked like a big river from a distance, but when I got closer, I found that there was no water in the river, but the surface was covered with a layer of white salt-like crystals, and the river had long since dried up.

There are all kinds of vegetation and trees here, and the terrain is open, and the slightest movement will be heard far away.

Zhao Lin let the ghost lead the way, and followed behind. While keeping an eye on the ghost to prevent it from escaping suddenly, he released ultrasonic waves to monitor the surrounding movement.

After walking for a while, a depression appeared in front of him.

The depressions are full of ravines, like the wrinkles of the earth, with different depths, some are only a few feet deep, and some cannot be seen to the bottom at a glance, and the depth can only be roughly measured by ultrasonic waves.

Yinhun took Zhao Lin to a deep ditch and stopped, raised his tentacles, meaning: "It's inside."

Zhao Lin understood, released his consciousness, and probed the ditch to make sure there was nothing else in it, so he grabbed the shade's canopy bluntly, and slowly flew into it with energy from the acupuncture point.

This is the first time he has used his flying ability since he practiced Taoism.

The light in the Yinfeng Realm was already very dim, and the deep ditch was even darker.

Zhao Lin carefully avoided the rock walls on both sides, and slowly descended. After a while, his feet landed firmly.

"Go forward fifty steps, there is a passage on the right."

The ghost said in a low voice.

Zhao Lin nodded. In fact, even if Yin Hun didn't say anything, he still knew that there was an opening in front of him.

It took a long time for the emitted ultrasonic wave to return after refraction, which shows that the channel is very long.

Zhao Lin speculated that there should have been an underground river passing by in the past, forming a natural underground corridor.

"Let me ask you, are there any monsters, ghosts, or other things in the place you mentioned?"

Zhao Lin didn't rush to find the spirit grass, but said to Yinhun in a threatening tone.

According to common sense, there are monsters guarding the rare spirit grass. Although the Yinfeng grass is not rare, it must be reminded just in case.

"I can tell you very clearly that if you dare to rape me, even if I can't escape, I will be the first to kill you."

"The little man dare not."

Ghost said quickly.

Zhao Lin didn't say anything more, and walked forward holding Yinhun, feeling that the Yin Qi was getting heavier and heavier, and it was indeed a place suitable for the growth of Yinfeng grass.

Not long after, Yin Hun said: "Here we are, on the right."

Zhao Lin stopped immediately, used a lighting technique, and was stunned by the scene in front of him.

I saw a lot of ferns and mosses growing on the rock wall, among which were shade plants.

Roughly counted, there are hundreds of plants!
In addition to the Yinfeng grass, there are also three star peony grasses, which emit a light blue halo under the illumination of the lighting technique.

"More than 500 spirit stones!"

Zhao Lin's heart thumped. To have such a harvest on the first day is definitely a good start.

Things are unpredictable in the world, if it is not for my low cultivation base, which attracts the attack of thousand-year ghosts, it is absolutely impossible to find such a place.

Just as I was about to start picking, I suddenly remembered that the ghost was still at the side, so I took out the rope from the lock bag, tied the tentacles of the ghost from the middle, and held one end of the rope myself.

Yinhun didn't dare to resist, and allowed Zhao Lin to tie him up.

Holding the iron ruler, Zhao Lin carefully shoveled off a Yinfeng grass with the sharpened head of the mace, and put it in the bag.

Yin Hun looked at it for a while, then asked doubtfully, "My lord, why didn't you just pull it out with your hands?"

"I have too much yang energy in my body, and if I use my hands directly, the medicinal properties will be lost."

"I can."

Yinhun tentatively said.

Zhao Lin was stunned, the yin soul was condensed from yin qi and soul, it could be regarded as a pure yin body, and was about to agree to do something, when he suddenly thought of a question: "Will it not affect you if you take the Sanyang pill?"

"It doesn't affect, the yin and yang are balanced, and there is no yang in my body."

"it is good!"

Zhao Lin let go of the rope, let Yin Soul do it, and acted as a supervisor by himself.

The ghost moved very nimbly, with hundreds of tentacles flying up and down, quickly collecting them while not hurting the Yinfeng grass.

Zhao Lin only needs to open the lock bag and watch the spiritual grasses fly into it.

"Thank you."

After collecting the spirit grass, Zhao Lin thanked him casually. After saying this, he was stunned for a moment. It is usually a habit, but he blurted it out accidentally.

You must know that this ghost still wanted to ingest his own soul half a day ago.

Ingestion is not devouring, although it will not cause death, but it will do great damage to the consciousness, and almost cut off the possibility of breaking through the foundation.

The ghost fell silent, leaning against the rock wall, entangled with its tentacles restlessly, as if afraid that Zhao Lin would die like a dog, and beat himself to death with an iron ruler.

Zhao Lin knew what it was worried about, so he deliberately didn't mention it, and asked, "Aside from here, are there other places where there are Yinfeng grass or Xingshao grass?"

Yinhun replied: "The villain knows this place, there are only a few plants elsewhere, and it may have been picked by others."

Zhao Lin frowned slightly, "The Yinfeng Realm is so big, are there only these Yinfeng grasses?"

If this is the case, it would be a joke for the sect to send a hundred monks in.

Yin Hun quickly replied: "There are only so many in this land, other places... the villain doesn't know."

"What do you mean by this territory?"

"There are many thousand-year-old ghosts in this world, no fewer than twenty. Each thousand-year-old ghost is active in its own area and does not communicate with each other at ordinary times."

"It turns out that you still divide the territory."

Zhao Lin understood, and his tone slowed down, "In this case, let's go out!"

Yin Hun hesitated for a moment, but summoned up his courage and said, "My lord, can you let me go?"

Zhao Lin said calmly: "Not yet."

"This……"

Yinhun was startled, thinking that Zhao Lin was going to kill him, and tremblingly said: "You said that as long as you find the spirit grass, you will let me live."

"I said I would let you die, but not now."

Zhao Lin wasn't going to kill Yin Hun, but he didn't want to let it go either.

The detection range of the ghost consciousness is extremely wide, and having it by your side is equivalent to an extra protection, allowing you to avoid other monks in time.

Although hundreds of Yinfeng grasses have been harvested, there are still too few star peony grasses.

Only star peony can earn good deeds.

And the purpose of this trip is mainly to increase experience and accumulate experience for performing higher-level tasks in the future.

"Well, I believe your lord will do what you say."

Yinhun groaned incessantly, but secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

One person and one soul turned back along the original road through the underground river and returned to the ground again.

Just as he was about to walk out of the abandoned river, there was a sound of metal clashing not far away, and the sound of shouting could be heard vaguely.

Yin Soul pointed to the other side of the river, and said in a low voice, "There are people fighting over there, those two monks just now."

Of course Zhao Lin heard such a loud voice, and it was the sound of magic weapons colliding.

"move!"

Zhao Lin waved his hand, grabbed Yin Soul and ran out, completely not in the mood to watch the excitement. (end of this chapter)