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"Amitabha, benefactor, you should turn back." After an unknown amount of time, a Buddha's chant suddenly sounded in Su Chan's ear. In such an empty underground, it was soft and gentle, and the voice said again, "Don't be afraid, the poor monk is just a The strands of souls staying here are harmless."

There was a wall made of spider silk in front of Su Chan. When the sound sounded, he barely stopped half an inch in front of the wall. Behind the wall were countless cocoons and human-faced spiders. The one that was injured last night was also listed there. , hanging upside down, with their eyes closed, their appearance is still strange and frightening, and there are still burnt marks on their abdomen, but their body is not as huge as when they first saw it, nor is it as tall as a person.

Probably because Su Chan's arrival didn't disturb them, the entire cave was covered by countless spider webs, and as far as the eye could see, together with the entire underground vein, extended to various unknown places. Chan made a rough estimate... I am afraid that there are traces of these monsters in the entire imperial city.

Moreover, they are entrenched on the dragon's veins. If they are taken rashly, the feng shui of the entire Great Chu will be greatly affected. The news brought back said that there were people raising dragons in the Wuming River—it was hard to say that it was related.

But apart from these fragmentary clues, Su Chan had a bigger problem in front of him...the invisible monk who chanted sutras.

"Amitabha, benefactor, listen to me... These monsters eat people without blinking an eye. Your thin skin and tender meat are not enough to fit between your teeth. The Buddhist scriptures say that you cut meat and feed it to eagles, so that's also..."

Although the voice is nice, but it is too rambling, endless in the ear, fully displaying the spirit of perseverance of monks, Su Chan suspects that if he listens to him, he may be ordained or become a monk.

"Master..." Su Chan politely interrupted him, "Smart people don't do secret things... What's more, these human-faced spiders don't eat people, don't you understand?"

The voice suddenly stopped, and the sound died down for a long time, until the dead silence wrapped Su Chan's ears again—it was annoying just now, but now he felt too quiet, Su Chan deeply reflected on the arrogance and prostitution buried deep in his bones.

"Sorry," he said again, "Junior Su Chan...don't know the master's Dharma name?"

The eminent monk whose self-esteem was frustrated gave a "hmm" in the dark, and then said, "The poor monk is ashamed of his dharma name... Your son's surname is Su, so is it related to Emperor Su Yanzhi of Chong'an?"

It's too weird for this eminent monk to take the name himself, but Su Chan is well-informed anyway, and Li Yaolian has known Zhang Gongchang before, so he immediately accepted the word "ashamed", and continued, " Emperor Chong'an is my father..."

"Shh..."

Su Chan felt a strong attack from his waist, and he was thrown far away. He was caught off guard by a few feet, and was caught by the strong spider web behind him. Then his ass that didn't fall blossomed—but the person was obviously I froze for a moment.

The ashamed monk only has this soul left here, without even a human figure, but the remnant Buddha's aura is still great. After pushing Su Chan away, he followed closely. The golden Buddha's light flashed in the wind, and Su Chan only felt his face. Something covered it, stopped very close, and heard the voice say again, "Speak lightly in the future, at least don't say it in front of the wall."

"..." Su Chan wondered for a moment, if this ashamed master hadn't asked, why would he make such a big deal out of it.

But Su Chan has a good temper, he can bear it if he can, not to mention that this monk is still a dead man decades ago, and he can't care less about digging his grave... Who knows where his old bones are scattered.

"Senior..." He was about to ask something, but just halfway through his sentence, Master Shame started nagging again, "You don't know, those human-faced spiders hate people with the surname Su the most, let alone you Royal lineage... In the final analysis, it was your father who did too much for the throne back then, whether your grandfather knew it or not, it was these innocent women and children who were killed in the end."

Ashamed of the master "Amitabha", he said again, "You seem to have a pure and holy spirit, is it possible that you are also practicing in some cave..."

Think of it and talk about it, the bull's head is wrong.

The aura that was so close to Su Chan almost spewed out on Su Chan's face, it seems that people who chant scriptures do not eat fireworks in the world, this strand of soul is full of sandalwood fragrance, and they don't know how to avoid suspicion, like a dog on Su Chan's body After sniffing, he continued, "It has a familiar smell... That's right, you are a prince, and only Qingyuan can bear it."

Su Chan listened to him talking to himself for a long time, but he didn't have any intention to stop him, and even felt a little regretful——If he had met the master of confession earlier, why bother to check it out, the master must not understand "Secret tight-lipped".

"These people are all women in the harem?" Seeing that he had strayed from the topic, Su Chan asked, "Is this tragedy related to my father?"

Ashamed Master hesitated, in addition to chattering, he would automatically ignore the questions he didn't want to hear, and then said just now, "Since I am studying at Qingyuan Temple, I must know some Taoism, no wonder I am so courageous."

"Master..." The ghost thing that doesn't have a human shape can't be touched, let alone pushed away. The shame monk probably hasn't seen a living person for a long time, and he catches Su Chan. His nose is probably a fine one. The magic weapon, I sniffed it up and down several times.

Su Chan thought for a while, decided to solve the predicament in front of him first, and said, "I'm ashamed, master, I have read a method in the book that can gather the soul, even if you have no spiritual knowledge, you can try it... Since the master There is still a soul, and I have obtained an eminent monk, maybe I can reshape the human form."

As long as it can be seen in front of his eyes, then this shameful master is no different from an ordinary wandering soul. Su Chan has his own way to insinuate and trick out some ins and outs from his speechless mouth.

"That's right, the soul of the poor monk has been helpless for many years, and it has become more and more unrestrained." In the darkness, Master Shame sighed, "If one day the poor monk also becomes a human-faced spider, wouldn't it be a waste of his life? Good skin."

"..." The master of feelings is quite narcissistic.

Su Chan got his consent, and took out a yellow talisman from his sleeve. It hadn't been touched with cinnabar, and it looked like an ordinary piece of yellow paper—even because of Yuheng's thrifty housekeeping, the edges of the yellow paper were rough. , at first glance, it is a poor quality product.

The bald brush was picked up in the air, the cinnabar was mixed with Buddha's energy, and he poked heavily at the talisman, but the talisman was not broken, and a gold-rimmed lotus blossomed out of it, and immediately, Su Chan put the fire seed on the bald brush, The darkness suddenly parted, and a swaying human figure was vaguely outlined. After the yellow talisman was buried in the human figure, the Shame Monk finally showed his appearance.

He was dressed in whitewashed clothes, plain and shabby, without even a string of Buddhist beads, but he looked really good, with a long body and tall, quietly lowered eyebrows and downcast eyes. At first glance, he looked like a lonely cliff hanging from a pine tree It is as cold and sacred as snow, unattainable.

If he hadn't first experienced the ability of this ashamed master to break his mouth, Su Chan would really have been deceived by him.

"Amitabha" felt ashamed that the master folded his palms together, bowed to Su as if meeting him for the first time, and said, "Almsgiver, this poor monk forgot to tell you one thing..."

He looked quite apologetic, his eyes were almost deep into the moss under the bones, his tongue seemed to be tied up, and he stammered, "You can't use Taoism in this well...it will also wake up those human-faced spiders .”

"..." In fact, there is no need to be ashamed of the master, Su Chan has already seen countless pairs of green eyes in the distance, but just woke up, he neither found the right direction nor smelled the breath of strangers, so he would not swarm up .

At the same time, Su Chan also discovered another problem that was critical to his family's life—the rope around his waist was loose, apparently broken, and the mouth of the well was also not seeing the light of day, and he was afraid that someone might have covered it, with the purpose of trapping himself to death. In a dry well.

"Amitabha..." Su Chan approached Mo Zhehei and chanted the Buddha's name, looking back at his life like a horse and a flower in front of him, always thinking that he had committed too many sins, and there were so many people in the dark who wanted to die.

"Benefactor," ashamed that the master is still a good friend, he stepped forward at this time, "you go first, and the poor monk will die!"

He has just started to gather souls, and he is just an illusory body supported by talisman paper, which can pass through even the wind, let alone these huge monsters.

"Alas..." Su Chan sighed, passed through the body of Master Shame, and waved the fly whisk hidden in his sleeve - the surrounding dust was so heavy that it hit him in the face.

"Master, I'll watch over here for you first. Go north and go in when you see a place in the palace full of evil spirits. There will be an arrogant bastard in the yard—tell him I'm here."

Su Chan rolled the dust, feeling ashamed that the master's feet were like walking on clouds, and he was about to be sent out of the dry well in a blink of an eye.

"Also, if you see a man with a fiery red phoenix pattern on the center of his brow after you go out, punch him for me." Su Chan's smiling expression made the monks shudder.

Ordinary people who have stayed in the dark environment for decades will close their eyes subconsciously when they suddenly see the sun, but I am ashamed that the master is blind, and he just wanted to tell Su Chan about this, but he couldn't help it Out of the deep well - what kind of evil spirit, what kind of phoenix lines between the eyebrows, he can't see it at all, Amitabha.

However, being blind in both eyes has improved Master Shame's sense of smell and hearing, not to mention living next to those monsters for so long. can detect.

In the Palace of Splendid Beauty, the bleak autumn wind stirred up the memories, rushing towards his face for a moment, Master Shame stretched out his hand and tried to hold a strand, but the wind passed through his chest mercilessly.

"...Hey, I'm dead." The ashamed master said "Amitabha", moving his layered breasts, and stepped out——

Zhuo Yuemen is not in Jinxiu Palace.