An invisible pressure forced the people in the inn to breathe.
They turned their heads in horror, but the inn was empty and nothing.
"Ding."
The long bell rang out suddenly.
"Get out, we're being targeted!"
The expressions of the magic cultivators changed drastically, and they hid their bodies in a hurry and ran out of the inn.
Wanteng County is between mountains and the roads are rugged and complicated.
They circled around for half an hour, took out the talisman to form the formation, and held the magic weapon to test it. After tossing for a while, they finally determined that the disturbing atmosphere did not entangle them.
"Go back to your lord."
"No!"
Someone objected and questioned, "Maybe that guy is still following us!"
"Are you joking? With the ability of that little Taoist priest?"
The demon cultivators had already seen that Tianyan cultivator was still shallow and was not their opponent at all.
"Even if it is Chen He's subordinates, or even that Chen Gongzi himself - he is the power of the God Transformation Stage, and my teacher's magic weapon! Just a slight shock, you can detect the change of spiritual energy."
The talking magic cultivator showed off a copper bell with an ancient appearance in his hand.
"Since it doesn't ring, it means we are safe."
Everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Some people looked at the magic weapon with envy, and some people had hidden greed in their eyes.
The person holding the magic weapon, Shi Shiran put away the copper bell, and did not forget to brag: "This treasure, which has been around for thousands of years, is a sacred relic of my teacher's sect. I didn't take anything, I just touched this magic weapon and fled in my arms, there is no magic formula, and others can't use it."
When he said this, the man who had the idea of a magic weapon withdrew his gaze angrily.
"Who just followed us?"
"It may be an almighty warning us with divine sense."
"Where did the Almighty come from in this backcountry?"
Mahayana masters are not Chinese cabbage in the field, they can just pick one out.
"It's not a master, you said it might be at the bottom of the well—"
The magicians looked at each other.
"Speaking of which, what did you see when you touched the well rope before?"
"The mountain of corpses and the sea of blood..." The magic cultivator who was asked turned his eyes with difficulty, and said naively, "The sky was red with blood, and dazzling golden fragments fell, and immediately broke apart when they touched the ground, and there were screams everywhere. ."
"phantom?"
The demon cultivator shook his head, looking like he didn't want to recall: "No wonder that mortal person is very afraid of this well in his memory, mortal people can't resist this kind of impact at all, and can't even remember what they see, leaving only the impression of incomparable fear. ."
I never dared to touch the well rope again.
"Forget it, we don't need or think about what's at the bottom of the well. But this little Taoist priest of the Heluo School was not fooled. How can we explain it to the Venerable when we go back?"
The cultivators frowned.
They dragged their steps, turned heavily back down the mountain, and hidly entered an alley.
Chen He followed here, but stopped instead.
—It was very well hidden, but there was a very distinct aura in Chen He's consciousness, which was clearly owned by the Mahayana period demon cultivator.
"Venerable Guiming, you really work hard." Chen He sneered secretly.
After traveling all the way to Yunzhou, it seemed that he was indeed the one who discovered the secret at the bottom of the well.
Chen He has thought about three situations. First, and the best one, the person who discovered the secret of Fu Guanshi was Venerable Guiming; secondly, it was Zhao Weiyang who killed Fu Guanshi and discovered the secret, and betrayed it to Venerable Guiming. ; Third, Zhao Weiyang knew about this well in his previous life, and used it as a trump card, but never used it.
Each of the three situations is worse than the other.
For now, it seems that luck is still successful
Not long after Chen He left, several demon cultivators who had been scolded by Venerable Guiming came out in disarray, and two of them winked at each other.
One of them took out the copper bell, touched it with his finger, and immediately heaved a sigh of relief: "It's really gone!"
"so close!"
They murmured behind their backs.
"You said the one just now—"
"The eighth achievement is Chen He, tsk, the Northern Profound School's cultivation method is really no trivial matter. It can make my magic weapon not make a sound, but it's just a little hot. I'm afraid he can communicate the power of heaven and earth aura, and it's profound."
The devil said with a look of fear on his face: "Fortunately, I was impatient, but that guy told the secret at the bottom of the well, otherwise Chen He would stare at my magic weapon, but it would really be fatal!"
"It's just you who regard this broken bell as a treasure. People who have the strength to the level of the Venerable, Chen Hena, etc., can't do it with their own spiritual sense. What do you want to do?"
"Hmph, this matter was pushed out after all. Immortals fought and little devils suffered. I see, there is no hope that your lord wants to retake Yuzhou! We should make plans earlier."
No one knows about this secret conversation.
Chen He has returned to the well.
The hunchbacked old woman was shivering after the soul control technique was unlocked by Zhenyan Tianyan, and there were mortals standing around to watch the fun.
When Tianyan saw Chen He, he immediately asked, "Did you drink that cup of tea just now?"
"Huh?" Chen He raised his eyebrows.
The old woman howled and sat down on the ground: "This, this... Lao Shen doesn't know anything, how could Lao Shen make tea with well water! This is killing people!"
The real Tianyan was also nervous, and even a little at a loss.
Seeing Chen He's questioning gaze, Zhenyan Tianyan couldn't wait to immediately pull out his master Changmei Laodao as a shield.
"Young Daoist Chen, this... Pindao just knew that people in Wanteng County will only use this well water when they are desperate and all kinds of begging for children are useless."
"How to say?"
"Because...if you don't get a child, you will die."
The real Tianyan was sweating on his forehead, and he said, "If a man drinks it, he will die."
- That is, if you drink well water, you must give birth to a child. Those who are not born and those who cannot be born will die.
When Tian Yan heard the hunchbacked old woman howling, he still couldn't understand her words. After the passerby said it, he was completely numb and tried desperately to think about the whereabouts of the cup of tea. At that time, Chen He only sounded that someone was watching, The cup of "spiritual tea" that might be in question should not be moved.
He wiped a sweat and laughed at himself: "Look at me, I'm really poor and nervous. Since it's a trap, a person who makes a fool of himself, seeing that my cultivation is shallow, thinks that the poor can't detect the difference in the tea..."
"Actually, they couldn't detect it, otherwise they wouldn't use such a clumsy trick." Chen He said calmly, "A demon cultivator who is not sensitive to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will not be able to detect it."
"Is that so? Who are they?" Tian Yanzhen asked suspiciously.
"Venerable Guiming."
Tianyan Zhenren was shocked: "This guy came back from the Western Regions?"
"There is a place for him in the Western Regions, how can he be in charge of one side. After my senior brother ascends, Yuzhou is a place, and Venerable Guiming is bound to win."
The real Tianyan was thoughtful.
He didn't have the leisure to switch to another Demon Venerable, just because the Heluo faction was also in Yuzhou...
People in Wanteng County seem to be very taboo to mention this well, and they don't want to say anything more to outsiders. They even persuaded the hunchbacked old woman to take away, leaving only the "poor Taoist who counts fortunes and sees feng shui". In the bleak independent wind.
"Friend Chen, this well..."
"The well water is good, and the tea brewed is better than spirit tea." Chen He said lightly.
Tianyan Zhenren was dumbfounded: "You, you... Really drink it?"
"Why does the Taoist make such a fuss, you and I are not mortals, do you really have to die if you can't have children?" Chen He didn't care, he raised his hand and shook it in the air, and immediately a ball of well water flew away from the well and landed on Chen He Wo hands.
Immediately, Zhenyan Tianyan felt that the aura that appeared in the tea became stronger.
Chen He poured it on the ground, and was poured into a few drops of sandy soil. The weeds jumped a little higher. Only a monk can distinguish this subtle change with his spiritual sense: in the soaked soil, the most watered Instead, the weeds fell down, wilted and lifeless.
"Daoist see clearly?"
The real Tianyan was silent.
Chen He slowly set foot on the weeds:
"I don't know why this well, but the water in the well contains a lot of vitality. When mortals drink it, it's like this weed. If it's less, it's better. If the body's meridians can't support it, they will die."
Usually mortals can't stand this kind of tossing.
Where can a lot of spiritual power go? If it is a woman who has not had children for a long time, after drinking the well water, and then enjoying the boudoir, maybe she will get what she wants, and those who are unlucky—
"It's no wonder that people here say that the seven orifices of the deceased bleed and their hearts ruptured, which is horrible."
"Since the Taoist master understands the facts, why don't you pack some more well water and bring it back to your classmates?"
"Uh!"
How do you say this
Lu Yu had a very efficacious wishing well. It is said that if you drink it, you can get a child. He specially brought it to the elders and the senior brothers to try it
Immortal Tianyan's face turned blue with a refusal: "I don't see it anymore!"
"It's necessary, God's will points to your faction to come to Yunzhou, how can the Taoist priest come back empty-handed?" Chen He persuaded jokingly.
The real Tianyan escaped.
Chen He glanced at the old well rope.
It was a long, thick hemp rope, worn black and very old, and it looked unremarkable, but it was not tied to the derrick, like a snake, drooping at the head of the well.
There were no barrels by the well, and no containers for water could be seen.
Chen He spoke lightly to the real person Tianyan, but in fact, his vigilance towards the well in his heart increased a bit. If those magic cultivators were not talking nonsense and trying to deceive themselves, the things at the bottom of the well might exceed Chen He's expectations.
He took out a talisman paper, and after throwing it, it immediately turned into a golden paper crane and flew out.
Wanteng County, Yunzhou, is not far from Heiyuan Valley.
- Venerable Guiming, a half-dead person.
Chen He sneered and walked away.