Zhong Yuan pulled out the gourd at his waist, activated the absorption technique, and sure enough, a clump of spiritual essence flew out from the corpse.
Then a wisp of soul also slowly dissipated from the wolf corpse.
Zhong Yuan suddenly felt a little dazed.
Then, within that dissipating soul, he saw a scene.
Outside this courtyard, in the familiar swamp, an old wolf was setting up a stove to brew tea, watching the white figure in the water and muttering, "You and I shouldn't be here."
The white-clothed scholar beside him was performing a spear technique. Hearing this, he abruptly threw the spear beside the stove, flashed his body, grabbed the spear handle, stood in front of the old wolf, and asked, "Blood or tea?"
"Tea, sit."
The two sat opposite each other, and the old wolf handed a bowl of tea to the white-clothed scholar.
The scholar drank it in one gulp, "Good tea."
The old wolf nodded and asked, "Is a burnt mountain field worth many tricks?"
The scholar replied, "I'm here on my elder brother's orders, absolutely no tricks."
The old wolf countered, "Then my resurrection, isn't that a trick?"
The scholar remained silent, the old wolf stared at the scholar, also silent, but his eyes couldn't hide the anxiety.
The scholar pondered for a moment and finally answered, "This really isn't a trick."
"If it's not a trick, how do you explain it?"
"Have you ever heard of the celestial boy? The Buddha and Bodhisattvas have a technique, piecing together external objects, chanting the true words of resurrection, and thus saving lives."
The old wolf shook his head with a bitter smile, "The King has no such ability."
"He doesn't, but the evil object he obtained does."
The old wolf anxiously said, "But I'm living like this, unable to eat or sleep peacefully."
"To die is to live, to live is to die. As long as there's breath, it's considered transcendent..."
The old wolf said nothing, the scholar looked down and said nothing, his eyes, though heterochromatic, could not conceal his pity.
The old wolf said, "This tea is for you, it's better to have tea."
The old wolf waved his sleeve, got up, and sighed, "Drinking their blood, how can I bear it..."
"Tell the King not to come see me anymore." The old wolf stumbled away.
He hanged himself from a tree.
Zhong Yuan was silent for a moment. This information was a bit overwhelming.
Resurrection... This old wolf seems to be the real Ling Xu Zi.
Apparently, after the black bear demon returned, just like what he saw earlier, the situation where the big-headed ghost appeared was similar. The black bear demon used the resurrection technique to revive the deceased Ling Xu Zi.
However, this resurrection is different from the celestial Nezha.
It seems that Ling Xu Zi needs to continuously drink the blood of his own kind to stay alive, so Ling Xu Zi was unwilling and chose to die again.
Being able to let go of one's own life, this Ling Xu Zi is also extraordinary.
However, the white-clothed scholar said, the evil object the black bear demon obtained?
Could this be the Great Saint's Six Roots that he's looking for?
Zhong Yuan remembered that the white-clothed scholar had also warned him, 'It's best to forget what you truly desire.'
In the eyes of others, he definitely wants the Great Saint's Six Roots.
"This matter, truly isn't that simple."
"Could it be that the legend of the Great Saint's Six Roots is completely false?"
"No, that's not right."
Zhong Yuan suddenly remembered the one of the six roots he had already "seen", and he had a general idea.
The six roots do exist, but these six roots are not those six roots.
He doesn't know if he can truly obtain them.
"Who is your elder brother, white-clothed scholar?"
The white-clothed scholar is undoubtedly a snake demon.
A powerful snake demon, or someone with powerful snake demons under his command...
"Could it be Yang Jian?"
"The six monsters of Mei Mountain under Yang Jian, I remember there was a white snake among them."
"The old monkey also said, it was Yang Jian who ultimately killed Sun Wukong."
Zhong Yuan had an epiphany and finally put his thoughts away.
No matter what, he must continue to move forward.
Zhong Yuan continued walking forward, reaching the third large bell. He pushed the bell-striking mallet.
"Dang" a bell rang.
This time, in a daze, Zhong Yuan seemed to hear the other two large bells also echoing in response.
The scene of Black Wind Mountain, the old wolf hanging outside the courtyard, and Guang Zhi Guang Mou, all vaguely emerged in Zhong Yuan's mind.
Zhong Yuan couldn't help but feel a little awe, he calmed his mind and concentrated.
But the next moment, an unknown force, Zhong Yuan suddenly felt his feet lift, and the next moment, the surrounding environment had completely changed.
Teleportation?
Zhong Yuan looked up, only to see a courtyard gate with a sign reading "Guanyin Zen Temple" hanging above it, leading up the stairs ahead.
He had actually returned to Guanyin Zen Temple.
"No, this Guanyin Zen Temple looks much older."
Ma Ba Tian was nowhere to be seen, so Zhong Yuan simply stopped thinking about it.
No matter where he was, he wasn't afraid.
Whatever it was, he would just hit it with a stick.
He simply walked towards Guanyin Zen Temple.
He took a look around the front courtyard of Guanyin Zen Temple, but found nothing except dilapidation.
Not even a ghost.
However, there seemed to be a faint spiritual essence in the air, not from the lonely souls, but existing in the air, like the air itself.
"Could this still be a spiritual land?"
This kind of spiritual essence that directly disperses in the air, even normal people can inhale a little by taking a few breaths. If the content is a little higher, ordinary people might be able to live for hundreds of years without practicing.
Unfortunately, there is no longer such an environment in the human world.
The Jade Emperor's means of cutting off the source, the more you understand, the more you realize how ruthless he is.
No wonder he became the Jade Emperor.
Zhong Yuan continued to explore, if he really couldn't find anything, he could practice here for a while.
He still has some vague inspiration in his heart, but he can't grasp it, he's just lacking a trigger.
The battle with the white-clothed scholar was swift, but he had gained something.
Zhong Yuan came to the back yard, pushed open the courtyard door, and looked up, startled.
There was someone in the courtyard this time.
A golden, big-headed ghost.
Or rather, this was the original person, just resurrected by the black bear demon, the initial appearance when he crawled out of the pile of gold.
"So he didn't lose his color?!"
"Could it be that the black bear demon wanted to resurrect Elder Jin Chi?"
"Is this Elder Jin Chi?"
As if sensing Zhong Yuan's arrival, the golden big-headed ghost bowed and said, "Amitabha."
"The three great bells have finally rung."
Then he became very excited and said, "Disciples, there are new gentlemen from outside."
"Bring me new treasures!"
"..." It really is you, Elder Jin Chi.
"Mortal eyes, unable to obtain the bones of immortals."
"Half-flourishing, half-withered, how many know the path to longevity!"
"Greedy roots, unwilling to pull out, the bitter tree will always be there."
"Elder Jin Chi, let me help you transcend!"
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