The exquisite jade tower suddenly began to spin rapidly, and wisps of light were like a light tornado, unravelling a cocoon, and then balls of black evil rose above the heads of the middle-aged couple.
They left the middle-aged couple's bodies very reluctantly, but were sucked out of their heads by the huge suction force of the Linglong Jade Tower. They struggled and resisted, but all in vain.
The spirit stone is the god, the jade is the bone, and the thirty-six soul-locking formations emit a powerful suction force, just like a rainbow absorbing water, sucking wisps of black evil into the tower.
The evil spirits let out shrill screams, which were even more painful than when they pounced from the dark clouds. However, after being sucked into the Linglong Jade Tower, they were like a drop in the ocean, and all sound disappeared.
All the evil spirits that had taken over the bodies were sucked away. The middle-aged couple's bodies could not withstand the huge energy impact just now. They fainted and collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.
The monk quickly pinched the Ren Zhong point and woke the two men up.
Between Ye Feng's palms, Jinle appeared, and the flying sword floated in his palm again. He sneered: "Come on, if you have the guts, come out of the black fog and let's fight."
The black shadow hid in the black fog. When the Linglong Jade Tower took away the Yin Sha, he knew that the game was over. Even if he used other evil spells, Ye Feng would probably have a way to break them.
The Linglong Jade Tower quickly absorbed all the evil spirits from the middle-aged couple's bodies. Ye Feng shook his fingers lightly and quickly moved towards the black shadow. If the black shadow was covered by the light of the Linglong Jade Tower, his soul would be absorbed by the Linglong Jade Tower and his body would become a corpse without a soul.
The black shadow knew the power of the exquisite jade tower and the flying sword, so he hid in the darkness, hiding even deeper. The black mist was like rootless willow catkins, dissipating in the night wind.
The evil spirit in the black shadow had already escaped, and the exquisite jade tower only absorbed some black mist, fell into the air, and spun back.
Ye Feng put away the exquisite jade tower and the flying sword, looked at the bright moonlight in the sky, and could no longer sense any evil aura. He even ignored the evil soul in the black shadow.
The three monks looked at each other, knowing that if Ye Feng had not taken action today, not to mention the middle-aged couple, the lives of the three of them would probably be in danger.
The middle-aged couple woke up slowly from the ground. They didn't understand what had happened, but they felt sore and painful all over, as if they were about to burst by something.
The monk who was good at Luohan Fist took out his phone and made a call. After saying a few simple words, he hung up the phone, instructed his two fellow disciples, and they clasped their hands together in front of Ye Feng.
"Thank you, Sect Master Ye, for saving my life. On behalf of Xuankong Temple, I would like to express my gratitude to Sect Master Ye."
Ye Feng nodded and asked with a smile: "What is the origin of that black shadow? Do you know?"
The monk who was good at Luohan Fist was the oldest, with a long beard that was black and white. He said respectfully, "We don't know the origin of that black shadow, but our master may know."
"Who is your master?"
"Our master is called Yuekong, and he is in Jiangnan Temple."
"Jiangnan Temple? Your branch of Xuankong Temple?"
The monk who lost his Buddhist beads said, "Master Ye is right. Jiangnan Temple is a branch of Xuankong Temple. It is not far away in Jiangnan Mountain. Our master Yuekong begs Master Ye to go to our temple and rescue the sons of the two victims."
The frightened couple kept looking at Ye Feng in surprise. They didn't know who Ye Feng was, but how could a white light fly out from his palm, burning the skeleton zombies to ashes wherever it passed.
They knew that Ye Feng's abilities were definitely superior to those of these three bald monks.
The long-bearded monk introduced the couple, "This is our China's most famous little medical god, Doctor Ye. With his help, Xiao Liang can be saved."
They heard that the distinguished Zen Master Yuekong wanted to ask this young man to rescue his son, and that the young man was a little medical genius who was the best in the world. A glimmer of hope appeared in their already desperate expressions.
They looked at each other and knelt down to Ye Feng. The middle-aged woman burst into tears: "Doctor Ye, please save my son Xiaoliang, please save my son Xiaoliang."
Ye Feng smiled bitterly. He hated to see women crying, especially a mother crying for her son. That kind of miserable, painful and sad look in her eyes made him feel unbearable.
"Okay, I'll go to your Jiangnan Temple. You lead the way."
The middle-aged man quickly said, "I have a car. Let's drive there. Even though it's not far, it will take more than 20 minutes to walk there. Driving is faster."
The Jiangnan Mountains not far away are hidden in the curling mist, like a veiled girl, lush, green, shy and beautiful.
Halfway up the mountain, there is a magnificent temple with three large characters "Jiangnan Temple" written on it in a flamboyant style.
It was already ten o'clock in the evening. The street lights were on on the winding mountain road. A black Honda car slowly drove along the winding mountain road and arrived at the square outside the mountain gate.
The gate of Jiangnan Temple was closed. When the Honda stopped, the heavy temple door slowly opened.
A row of monks in yellow robes stood side by side. In the middle was an old monk with full hair and beard. He was wearing a cassock and holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, standing among the monks.
Although he is old, his eyes are bright and lively.
Ye Feng got out of the car, looked up at the majestic temple gate, and the three powerful characters on the top, and said casually: "Jiangnan Temple, what a good name."
The old monk in the middle saw Ye Feng and clasped his hands together: "Master Ye, I am Yuekong, and have long heard of your great name. After meeting you today, I find that you are truly a rare talent. Thank you, Master Ye, for helping me tonight and saving the lives of my three disciples."
"It's just a small matter, not worth mentioning. The master is full of energy and has profound skills."
"Master Ye, you are joking. How can I be worthy of Master Ye's attention with my limited skills? I have heard from my master that Master Ye's skills are unfathomable. He fought with you in the sea of thoughts and was defeated miserably."
"Oh, you are Master Mingyue's apprentice."
Master Yuekong nodded respectfully: "Yes, my master said that Sect Master Ye is worthy of the title of Ancient Martial Supreme. He defeated the four major sects alone and is the most valuable Ancient Martial Supreme in the Ancient Martial Competition. There is no one before him and there will be no one after him."
Ye Feng followed Master Yuekong into Jiangnan Temple. The temple was brightly lit and the sound of chanting could be heard from the Buddha Hall at the main entrance.
Ye Feng asked in confusion: "There is a child named Xiaoliang who has been in a coma. What is his current situation?"
Master Yuekong said solemnly, "Sect Master Ye, Xiaoliang fell into the water first and was saved by my disciple Changran. However, when he woke up, he acted like a ferocious beast. We think he was possessed by an evil spirit. Fortunately, I used the thousand-year-old relics of a saint to protect him and used the Diamond Sutra to preserve his spiritual wisdom. However, Xiaoliang is in danger now and I'm afraid he won't survive midnight today."
Ye Feng looked at his watch. It was already half past eleven in the evening. Usually, when evil spirits enter the body, the yin energy is the heaviest at midnight, and it is also the most dangerous time.
(End of this chapter)