Versatile Mage: Rebirth of Mo Fan, Atlas of the Celestial Spirit

Chapter 165: Wanting to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with it, but it doesn’t look the same. Young man travels

Because they were all illegal residents, they went up the mountain and stayed at the haunted Yanming Temple. Revisiting the old place made Mo Fan feel a little melancholy.

There are two stone-carved turtles in front of the temple. Their size is comparable to the lions guarding the gate. Mo Fan suspects that the prototype of these sacred turtles is Ba Xia. After all, Ba Xia's totem vessel is gathering dust in the back mountain, so it is reasonable for Ba Xia to come and take a stroll when he has nothing to do.

Mo Fan sat directly on the tortoise shell of the stone sculpture. This was how he met Nahara Ryosora and Miyata last time. Only by telling Lao Zhao's name to others could Zhao Manyan make a contract with Baxia in his dream.

Sitting on the stone turtle, he could just see the coastline of Xixiong City and the Pacific Ocean in the distance. There were some fishing lights at the foot of the mountain. Mo Fan was thinking about what to eat later.

"What are you doing? Come down quickly. Don't sit on the sacred turtle. How could there be such an unruly pilgrim?" A monk with a handsome appearance suddenly appeared.

Mo Fan glanced over and thought that the Japanese were pretending quite well!
Mo Fan jumped down and said, "Hey, you little devil, what are you talking about?"

Mo Fan used the international common language.

"What devils? Aren't you native to Japan?" The young monk also used the international common language, and spoke it quite fluently.

“Who are you scolding!!!” Mo Fan now knew that he was just a vengeful spirit and was not afraid of him at all.

"Where did I curse?" the young monk said in confusion.

“You call me a native, but I am from Donghuang.” Mo Fan’s eyes widened as he burst out with his own aura, full of oppression!
Nahara Ryosora was too lazy to argue with him and said, "You... you didn't know that your behavior of sitting on the sacred turtle just now was very excessive. If someone like you goes out to sea, you will definitely be punished by the ocean."

“What’s the matter? This ocean belongs to your family. You can punish me if you want!” Mo Fan said without hesitation.

The young monk was shaking with anger, and black smoke was rising behind him. After all, he was a vengeful ghost himself, but he was in a state of obsession and didn't realize it.

"Hey, what are you doing? Are you going to blackmail me?" Mo Fan said with a raised eyebrow.

“You are so unruly, the Holy Turtle will definitely punish you.” Nahara Ryosora couldn’t argue with Mo Fan, and cursed him in Japanese out of anger!
Mo Fan stopped teasing him and jumped down from the tortoise shell and said, "Little monk, your temple is quite deserted. I heard that there are many Buddhists in your temple."

"Hmph, those fools are just like you. They don't listen to our warnings. They slander, trample and insult the Holy Turtle in a chaotic manner. They don't believe in the punishment from the ocean. When bad things really happen, they put the blame on our temple and say that we cursed them. It's really ignorant!!" Nahara Ryosora said in a bad tone.

“Hey, you little devil, are you done yet? If you dare to make noises again, I will throw you into the sea!” Mo Fan said, rolling up his sleeves.

“Hmph, in any case, don’t touch the sacred turtle casually, otherwise there will be disaster the next time you go out to sea!” Nahara Ryosora obviously didn’t want to say more to Mo Fan. He left in a hurry after leaving a few words.

Before Nahara Ryosora had walked far, a simple girl with a high ponytail came over from the opposite side of the road. She had a sweet smile, and even when she was not smiling, she had two charming dimples.

This girl looks no different from the Donghuang girl, but she can still be distinguished from the way she walks, the expression on her face, and her makeup.

When the girl saw the young monk, her smile immediately blossomed like a flower, exuding youthful charm and lovely appearance.

"Good afternoon, Hara Sora. I picked some flower seeds, dried them and made tea. It tastes delicious!" The girl came forward and handed the basket in her hand to Nara Hara Sora.

But in the end, Narahara Sora just glanced at him and looked away, ignoring the girl and walked away quickly, seeming a bit cold!
Mo Fan was watching with joy from the side, there is no distinction between men and women who are good at bootlicking.

When the girl saw him leave, she immediately looked lost. After Nara Harakong walked away, she saw Mo Fan leaning against the sacred turtle.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you just now.” When the girl saw Mo Fan, she was first stunned by his handsome face, and then immediately lowered her head.

"It's okay, you like that monk, right?" Mo Fan could understand some Japanese, but he was more proficient in Interlingua.

How could I, a girl, have imagined that my thoughts were seen through by a foreigner at a glance and spoken directly out loud.

"Don't be shy, you have to be bold when pursuing someone. Look at me, I'm young, but I'm already the husband of four wives!" Mo Fan likes to speak the truth. "Four wives?? Husband??"

These words immediately made Miyata's CPU spin rapidly.

Before Miyata could say anything, Narahara Sora, who had just left, suddenly ran back, half of his body blocked in front of Mo Fan and said, "Asshole, what are you doing!"

Mo Fan rubbed his head and said, "I haven't done anything yet."

"I didn't say you!!"

A magical aura gradually emerged from Narahara Sora. He was a curse wizard in his lifetime.

"I didn't do anything. I just wanted to take him for a walk nearby and have him talk to me." The girl Miyata was almost crying because of the monk's fear.

Nahara Ryosora snorted coldly and said to Mo Fan: "Can you see him?"

"Of course."

Mo Fan himself is the king of the undead, so how could he be afraid of two obsessed evil spirits that rely on totem vessels to survive?

His eyes were covered with a layer of blood, and his ghost eyes suddenly opened. He showed the ghost flag and said, "Do you two want to go in by yourselves or do I throw you in?!"

The ghost flag comes with a space for the undead, which can store undead ghosts whose strength is not higher than its own.

Narahara Sora was horrified, revealed his true form as an evil ghost and said, "You have seen through our identities a long time ago???"

“Otherwise, am I free to talk to you guys?” Mo Fan held the ghost flag in one hand and showed the ghost knife in the other.

If you don't cooperate, I can also choose to make you die!!!

"It would have been great if you had come two days later. I've been planning this for so long, I can't give up just because of you." A bloodthirsty light flashed in Narahara Sora's eyes.

Mo Fan's eyes flashed with something strange and he said, "Why? You haven't succeeded in revenge in such a long time?"

"Didn't you ask before why there are so few pilgrims to Yanming Temple? In fact, the real reason is the death of Miyata and me. Now I only need two living souls to complete the cursed blood map." Nahara Ryosora said angrily.

“How about a servant’s spirit?” Mo Fan suddenly asked.

"What?" Nahara Ryosora didn't react.

“Can the spirit of a servant replace the soul of a living being?” Mo Fan repeated.

"Okay, you're willing to help me get revenge." Narahara Sora's tone was full of disbelief.

“Stop talking nonsense. How many souls have you taken before? I will give you the essence of slaves and you can release them all.” Mo Fan said.

"The Cursed Blood Diagram requires eighteen living souls to form."

Before Nara Yuankong could finish his words, Mo Fan picked out eighteen slave spirits from the small loach.

The spirit of a servant is definitely much stronger than a living soul, so the cursed blood pattern formed by the spirit of the servant is naturally much stronger than before.

(End of this chapter)