The use of the fog of coffin is not difficult.

After all, the mist of the coffin is the last breath that a person exudes before his death, and it is already a dead spirit.

It is precisely because of this that it is not difficult to use this spiritual tool to avoid water.

The authentic problem soaked in ice water can also be considered to be solved.

"As long as you pass through the waterway, you can officially reach the entrance of the spiritual realm and enter it with the help of a three-wheeled key."

Bai Wu Ku Zi breathed a little, and said with some concern: "But this is only the first step. To reach Bai Wu Temple, you must pass through the Valley of Wu Hidden and Wu Peak, and finally you can reach Bai Wu Temple."

"Although I have heard of the name 'Baiwu Temple' long ago...but is the Baiwu family a Buddhist believer?"

Xichengshi asked with a frown.

"No... I feel embarrassed to say that... Rather than saying that the Baiwu family is a believer in Buddhism... it is better to say that the Baiwu family was actually recruited by monks from Baiwu Temple in the Heian era to protect the property of Baiwu Temple."

"You mean... Monk soldiers?"

Xicheng style eyebrows raised.

Japanese Buddhist temples recruited samurai into the temple to protect the temple's assets.

This is a common thing in Japan, and it is not surprising.

After all, Japan has basically no peace of mind when counting several years, and most of the time it is social unrest.

In the turbulent era, the Buddhist temples and temples that had accumulated some assets were easily targeted by fallen warriors and bandits.

In order to protect the property in the temple, the little-asset Buddhist temple will hire a group of warriors to protect the temple, and these people are called monk soldiers.

"Yes. Baiwu Temple is not the property of the Baiwu family. It was the territory that the Baiwu family snatched by the samurai who gathered at that time after the turmoil ended."

Bai Wu Ku Zi nodded embarrassedly.

Taking the monk's home as his own territory can be regarded as the black history of the Baiwu family, and it is generally prohibited from being mentioned.

However, Xicheng Shi didn't care about what she said. He wrote down this point and then looked up and asked again:

"In addition to this, there should be other things to pay attention to when going to the Baiwu family? For example, special resentful spirits, human pillars and other things?"

The Baiwu family is also a hidden family after all, and Xichengshi must ask about its hidden backhand.

"Well...this is what I want to say to Xichengjun."

Bai Wu Kuzi did not hesitate: "If you want to talk about the thing that Bai Wu family cares the most, it is probably the 'life'."

"Born?"

Xicheng style looks at the white mist pupa.

He has been in this mysteriously revived Japan for nearly a month. He has heard all the words "Gentle Spirits, Spirit Realm, and Hidden World".

But this is the first time he has heard the word "life".

"Well. The corpse...as the name suggests, it means living corpse."

Bai Wu Kuzi looked at the night sky outside the window, frowned and thoughtfully, "The White Wu Temple in the spiritual realm contains the 'Text Flower' that hides the power of immortality."

"And its fragrance will erode the dead and make the dead live again. These dead people who have been resurrected from the dead are called living bones."

She looked a bit sad and shook her head:

"But the dead soul cannot call back, so the living body has no sense at all, it is just a simple walking corpse."

The Walking Dead...

Xicheng style asked while recording:

"What about other than this?"

"...Apart from that...I don't know much about it. Because I haven't returned to that place for a year."

Bai Wu Kuizi shook her head and said that this was all the information she knew.

Then she suggested:

"Since Xichengjun's goal is to improve himself, I would like to recommend that you go to the White Mist Temple where the secret flowers are hidden. But there is only one thing to pay attention to-"

Bai Wu Ku Zi's gentle face tightened:

"Don't touch the three-wheeled subject... because as I said before, the person who accepts the three-wheeled subject may explode and die directly."

"What you said makes sense."

Xicheng style nodded and answered without hesitation for half a second.

Well--

As soon as he heard the words of Xicheng style, Bai Wu Kui couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

She glanced at Xicheng Style suspiciously and asked uncertainly:

"Xichengjun, although I know you are not that kind of person, I still want to ask you, don't you want to use the three-wheeled items circulated by the Baiwu family, right?"

"Don't worry." Xicheng style replied calmly.

This answer that is not the question obviously cannot satisfy Bai Wu Kuizi.

She stared at Xicheng style a little incredible:

"Wait a moment, Xichengjun is really going to make the three-round goal, right?"

"Safe."

Xicheng Style replied again.

no--

Bai Wupuzi's face turned red, and he had always maintained a gentle and charming image, and his virtuous and intelligent image could no longer be held back.

How can I feel at ease if you don’t explain it clearly?

She was just about to continue asking questions, and then she heard the voice of the God Son of Baiwu.

"Aunt Puzi, where is the tricycle key you have been talking about? I just flipped over, but I couldn't find it."

The son of the White Mist was puzzled.

"The three-wheeled key has always been kept by me personally, but... only the son of the Baiwu family can make the three-wheeled key produce the effect it deserves."

Now that things have come to this point, there is nothing to hide from.

Bai Wu Ku Zi took out a slender wooden box from his side without hesitation.

The length and width of the two index fingers of this wooden box are engraved with patterns as light as snow fog.

Perhaps because of the age of time, most of the pigments attached to the surface of the wooden box have been decolorized.

She opened the wooden box and squeezed out white mist from the gap in the wooden box.

The cold mist flowed around the wooden table.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Xicheng style always feels that the white fog flowing everywhere is almost the same as the immortal white fog produced when the son of the White Mist died.

He and the White Mist Godson looked inside the wooden box.

It was a pale key, and the key was condensed with ice fog, which shone brightly under the reflection of the light.

Moreover, there are three deep patterns on the handle of the key. I think that is the main reason why the White Mist Puppet calls it the three-wheeled key.

"Don't inhale these white mists, Xichengjun."

Bai Wu Ku Zi covered his mouth and nose and explained:

"This is the immortal white mist... If you inhale these things for a long time, the muscles will rot and the functions of the organs in the body will also decline."

"Ah?! So terrible?"

The son of the White Mist thought: "I used to run around with such things? No wonder I died so quickly, it turned out that it was because I deserved to die."

She looked at the white mist pupa next to her, and shook her head.

Without saying a word, she stuffed the three-wheeled key in her hand into the hands of the God Son of Baiwu.

It's strange that the moment I entered the hands of the White Mist God Son, the white fog around me instantly retracted into the tricycle key, and the cold feeling was also swept away.

"... Only the Son of God can suppress the generation of immortal white mist of the three-wheeled key. This is why, only the Son of God can hold and use the three-wheeled key. At most, I am in custody."
Chapter completed!