In the grottoes, Luo Hong and his group appeared.

Based on the intuition of the formation master, Luo Hong could see at a glance that the formation on the ground of the cave was related to the Rakshasa Ghost Mansion, especially the beads floating in the center of the formation, which should be the key to entering the Rakshasa Ghost Mansion.

"There is no breath of living creatures here, it should be some secret place."

Yuan Yao sensed it carefully and concluded.

"The old demon Qingyang should be the change that was triggered here. Although the concentration of blood and energy is so low that it is almost impossible to detect, it can still sense a little bit, hiss!"

Luo Hong said as she suddenly took a breath of air conditioning, and a look of pain appeared on her face.

"Brother Luo, has his injuries worsened?"

Yuan Yao asked anxiously, subconsciously trying to support Luo Hong.

"It's okay, I'm just not used to the injury of the soul, and I've moved my spiritual sense arbitrarily, causing the pain."

Luo Hong stretched out her hand, refused Yuan Yao's support, and slowly sat on the ground, and started the Dayan Jue.

After three or four weeks, the pain relieves to a tolerable level.

After finishing the work, Luo Hong nodded slightly at Yuan Yao who looked at him with concern, thinking to himself:

No wonder the classics say that the wound of the soul is the most troublesome injury. The spiritual consciousness is usually inconspicuous, but once the cultivator cannot use it freely, it will basically be self-destructive and most of the disabled.

Although the weather has been calm for decades, Luo Hong has never forgotten the incident that he was targeted by Master Mulan.

With his current state, if he rashly goes out, he will be in danger.

Luo Hong has never had much confidence in gambling luck.

So, after thinking for a moment, he said to Yuanyao:

"Miss Yuan, Luo needs to ask you for help.

If I expected it was right, this place should still be in Tiannan, and Junior Brother Han is currently in a country called Yuanwu Kingdom in Tiannan.

I also asked Miss Yuan to come to Luo for Junior Brother Han, who had a spiritual object on his body that could heal Luo's soul wounds."

Although Yuan Yao is a half-ghost body, her cultivation has reached the early stage of the Nascent Soul, and she is also helped by the Xuanyin Eye. You can travel in Tiannan with confidence and boldness. It is easy to find someone, and this trip will also help Luo Hong heal her wounds.

So, she responded without thinking:

"I'll leave this to me, but the Yuanwu Kingdom should be quite a bit too small. You brothers usually like to hide their cultivation, so I'm afraid it's not easy to find."

"This is the music transmission note that Luo used to exchange with Junior Brother Han, and a sensation can be generated within a country."

As soon as Yuan Yao finished speaking, Luo Hong took out a note to transmit and handed it over.

"It's not too late, I'll set off now. Brother Luo, please wait here."

After Yuan Yao took the sound transmission note, he wanted to use the magical power of virtualization to penetrate the earth and rocks directly to the ground.

"Oh by the way, Junior Brother Han should be facing some trouble at the moment. Miss Yuan needs to be more careful and not be involved."

Luo Hong suddenly remembered this matter and quickly reminded Yuan Yao before she left.

"Haha, when will you brothers have no trouble? Brother Luo, you don't need to remind me. I also know to be careful."

As if he was thinking of something interesting, Yuan Yao suddenly smiled and then escaped into the stone wall and disappeared.

"Ha, it seems that's true."

Luo Hong smiled like a self-deprecatingly, then reached out and took the orb floating in the center of the formation with a move.

"This bead is suspected to open the key to the Rakshasa Ghost Mansion, so it should have some origin."

As Luo Hong said this, she flipped out the storage bag left by the old demon Qingyang, hoping to find some clues.

......

Just as Luo Hong was hiding in an underground grotto to study the Rakshasa blood bead, Yan Jing, who was far away in the Great Jin Dynasty, had already ringed the Great Thunder Bell in a hurry.

The long bell sound spread throughout the Leiyin Sect. All the disciples in the sect, regardless of their cultivation, performed Buddhist rituals and recited the Buddha's name.

"If Yan Jing is true, the human world will usher in a great disaster, and only the living Buddhas can eliminate it.

However, the Living Buddha has been in seclusion and meditation for many years, and the Great Thunder Bell may not be able to convey the message to him. Whether he can respond in time depends on the fate method."

An old, white-browed monk stood in front of a huge golden bell several feet tall and sighed with a compassionate look on his face.

"Great Elder, this matter is related to the two people who are destined to be with the Buddha. I believe that the living Buddha will definitely respond."

Although Yan Jing looked anxious, she was very confident about this matter.

Before the two of them could wait for a long time, a lotus platform floated slowly from the sky. It seemed to be extremely slow, but in a flash, it came to Yan Jing's body.

"My Buddha is merciful, and this fate is indescribable.

Yan Jing, go."

The elder smiled and said, then turned around and left.

Yan Jing bowed to the back of the elder, and then stood on the lotus platform.

Then, the lotus platform flew away from the place, passed through a layer of colorful confusion, and then passed a long river composed of golden bells, Yan Jing entered a place full of spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy in the cave heaven was extremely strong. Yan Jing felt that his injuries had improved when he was in it.

The scenery in the cave is naturally quite fairy-like. The most noticeable thing is a white stone mountain that stands up to a hundred feet high and looks like ivory in the center.

This Lingshan is carved with Buddha statues. Just by seeing, Yan Jing feels like being washed by the Sanskrit sound and cleaning the soul.

The only living person here is a little monk wearing a coarse cloth robe and wielding a pickaxe hammer.

The lotus platform flew to the little monk and stopped. Yan Jing immediately walked down the lotus platform and bowed respectfully:

"Disciple Yan Jing, see the Living Buddha."

Although the other party was only twelve or thirteen years old, Yan Jing knew that it was caused by the strange spiritual herb eaten by the living Buddha in his early years. His real age was already over a thousand years old. He was the only Buddhist practitioner in the God-Transforming Stage in Leiyin Sect!

As a Buddhist practitioner in the stage of Transformation of God, this person has long been able to restore his normal body shape. The reason why he still looks like this is because this person has realized the state of formlessness and the appearance outside his skin can no longer cause any sensation in his heart.

"I have heard about what you want to say from the notes, and now I will tell you in detail about what you have been doing."

The little monk, who was carved with jade, put down the pickaxe hammer in his hand and said in a tender but not majestic voice.

Yan Jing gave another tribute. After that, he would tell you everything about entering the Golden Giant Hall.

At first, the little monk's face was quite calm, and there was no difference between the terrifying corpse mountain and the Buddha statue Baishan in front of him.

But as soon as the Lord of Rakshasa appeared, the little monk's expression gradually became solemn.

After listening to it all, my face was as deep as water. I heard the Buddha's name before I returned to my peace.

"If it is true as you said, the monk Tiannan named Luo Hong should be the reincarnation of the Buddhist son.

Unfortunately, in order to protect the world, I have to suffer the pain of reincarnation again."
Chapter completed!