"The demons in the world are divided into four levels: A, B, B, and D by the imperial imperial prison of the imperial court. The ghosts at level D are not threatened. They can be restrained with black dog blood and talismans. Usually, killing a person will dissipate the resentment on their bodies. But once the demons rise to level C, it is not that simple. Not only does the talisman have little effect, but the resentment will be stronger after each time it kills people!"

Lord Liang's plain words blocked Lin Hai's retreat one by one, but at this moment when he seemed to have to wait for death, Lin Hai calmed down instead.

Because Lord Liang was too calm, although it was not his own, this matter was somewhat added to him, and not to mention that the relationship between the two would not stand idly by.

Lin Hai calmed down and sat back on the chair, took a look at the teacup residue that he had smashed on the ground, and then whispered:

"I'm sorry, I'm a little impulsive, but please forgive me, Lord Liang. I don't have much time left for me now."

Lord Liang, who had been silent, then laughed loudly and pointed at Lin Hai and said:

"I just said you boy have spiritual energy! Ordinary people have been scared to death by this time, so how could they calm down? Hahahaha..."

Sure enough, there was a backup plan! Lord Liang's reaction made Lin Hai feel calm, and he saw Lord Liang get up and patting him on his shoulder:

"Before cultivating immortals, I have hope of entering the Tao, so follow me!"

Lin Hai followed Lord Liang's Yamen all the way west, and finally stood on the shore of West Lake.

"Do you remember what is the martial arts hall called by Master Shang?"

"Kinmen Martial Arts Hall?"

Lord Liang smiled slightly and pointed to the Qifeng Giant Island in the lake: "This is Kinmen!"

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The blue waves above the West Lake are as sloping as the smoke is floating. Lin Hai sat cross-legged at the head of the bed, looking at the Jinshan Island that is getting closer and closer, and remembering Lord Liang's guidance.

"You go to Jinshan Island to find a temple. There is an elder named Du Zhen. He has great magical power and excellent Taoism. He is a city-level paradise thirty years ago in Youzhou.

"Mr. Liang, what is a town-level expert?"

"The monsters and ghosts in this world are rampant. The reason why mortals can live a safe and smooth life is all because the human masters stand up to fight against evil spirits.

Among them, the one who can best protect the health of a city and is not attacked by demons is collectively called Zhencheng."

"Is there any country in charge?"

"Boy, if you ask again, the sun is about to go down. If you can't find Elder Watama, you will be finished. Why don't you leave quickly?"

Xiao An sat on the stern of the boat and tried hard to shake the oars quickly. He looked at the sun gradually entering the west mountain and the Kinmen Island, and said with concern:

"The villain has lived in Youzhou City for more than ten years and has never heard of anyone living here. Then Lord Liang can't think of a way to deliberately deceive the young master, you come to this deserted island and wait for death?"

Lin Hai frowned when he heard this and turned around and scolded: "Don't talk nonsense. Lord Liang is the guide on my path of cultivation. I have a close friend in my life!"

Having said that, Lin Hai searched all over the original body's memory and found that he had never heard of the so-called Elder Watama of Jinshan Island, so he told Xiao Andang behind him again:

"If I can't come back, I'll tell my father that the one who was surnamed Liang was the one who killed me, and I wouldn't have to die a good death!"

"....oh oh...."

Xiao An couldn't keep up with his young master's brain circuit. What about the best life he had in his life?

When the boat reached the shore, there was no even a docking ferry on the island, so it could only stop far away in a place where the lake was not deep.

Lin Hai got off the boat and waded, and the lower half of his clothes were soaked. After he got ashore, he asked Xiao An to go home by himself and come to pick him up tomorrow morning.

But the loyal Xiao An was not at ease to go up the mountain. He sat at the stern of the boat, holding the wooden beam tightly, and called out the young master in fear.

Lin Hai waved to him without saying anything.

"Young Master!"

Xiao An in the lake still refused to give up and shouted Lin Hai's name. The latter knew that this kid was worried about him, but if there was really no Elder Duma on the Jinshan Mountain, then facing that terrifying monster, one more person would be in vain. So he did not turn around and resolutely embarked on the way up the mountain.

"Young Master!"

Xiao An's persistent voice behind him was filled with a faint crying voice:

"I'm afraid of the darkness. I dare not go back alone. Can I take me up the mountain with me? I'll just stay below!"

Lin Hai paused without hesitation, and a moment later, a roar rang across half of Jinshan Island:

"roll!!"

It was already autumn, but Jinshan Island, surrounded by lakes, seemed to be in midsummer. Lin Hai saw all kinds of blooming flowers and plants along the way. He walked like this for a while. It took him a long time until the sunset gradually darkened that Lin Hai finally found the temple that Lord Liang mentioned.

The temple is mottled and simple, but the doors have a sense of simplicity and grandeur. It must be an old place that was once glorious and prosperous. Lin Hai looked at the old plaque hanging on the door and read it lightly:

"Kinshan Temple?"

What a familiar name, I seem to have heard of it somewhere, but I can't remember it for a while, but now it's not the time to think about these things.

Lin Hai picked up the copper ring on the temple door and started knocking, loudly reporting his door:

"My younger disciple Lin Hai, who is under the Buddhist sect of Shangyun, came to see Master Du Zhen, and asked the master to show up!"

As his shouts spread throughout the world, there was no response in the temple.

There was no sound around, only Ye Lang was rising and falling in the wind. Lin Hai looked up at the sky and found that the jade rabbit had already hung high in the sky. He was shocked and stopped knocking on the door.

Although his practice was short, he had completely absorbed the innate qi and blood in his body, and he pressed the method of condensing qi and blood in the Dragon and Tiger Stance Practice and hit the heavy temple gate with a punch!

Boom! With a loud bang, Lin Hai's punch directly collapsed the old temple gate. He stepped on the door panel and walked into the temple. He didn't care about the wounds that were bleeding and skin on his right hand, and directly shouted at Elder Watanabe's Dharma name.

But what made Lin Haixin sink down was that no one responded.

Could it be that Liang's surname is lying to me? It's impossible, there is no reason!

The unwilling Lin Hai began to search in and out of the main halls of the temple, but he never found anything.

When the moon was in the middle of the sky, Lin Hai sat down in the Arhat Hall, looking desperately at the eighteen Arhats with different shapes in front of him. He began to pray to the Arhats, not seeking life, but only seeking death.

He wants to make the Liang surname die!

Just as resentment arose in Lin Hai's heart, the whispers like lingering nightmare sounded again in his ears.

Lin Hai turned his head stiffly and saw that at the door of the Luohan Palace, a strange shadow had quietly stood there at some point. His thin head was extremely disproportionate to his thick limbs, and his movements were as strange as a puppet, with stiff behavior.
Chapter completed!