So What If You've Been Reborn?

An invisible pressure forced the people in the inn to stagnate.

They turned their heads in horror, but the inn was empty and there was nothing.

"Ding."

A long bell sounded suddenly.

"Quick retreat, we are being targeted!"

The expressions of the demon cultivators changed drastically, and they hurriedly hid themselves and ran out of the inn.

Wanteng County is among the mountains, and the roads are rugged and complicated.

They circled around for half an hour, during which time they took out the talisman array, held the magic weapon to test it, and after tossing for a while, they finally confirmed that the disturbing aura did not entangle them.

"Go and report back to the venerable."

"No!"

Someone objected and questioned, "Maybe that guy is still following us!"

"Are you joking? With the ability of that little Taoist priest?"

All the demon cultivators have long seen that Tian Yan's cultivation base is still low, and he is not their opponent at all.

"Even if it's Chen He's subordinates, or even that Mr. Chen himself—the strength of the god-forming stage is as high as the sky, and such a magic weapon from my master's school! Just a slight shock can detect changes in spiritual energy."

The talking Moxiu showed off an old copper bell in his hand.

"Since it doesn't ring, it means we are safe."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, some looked at the magic weapon enviously, and some had greed hidden in their eyes.

The man holding the magic weapon, Shi Shiran put away the copper bell, and did not forget to boast: "This treasure has been around for thousands of years, and it is a sacred object passed down from my master's sect. Back then, the entire sect was destroyed by those bastards of Zhengdao. I didn't take anything, I just touched this magic weapon and fled in my arms, there is no magic formula, no one else can use it."

When he said this, the person who had made up the magic weapon looked away angrily.

"Who was following us just now?"

"It may be a great power, warning us with divine sense."

"This poor country, where does the mighty one come from?"

A master in the Mahayana period is not a Chinese cabbage in the field, he can just pick one out.

"I'm not a master, do you think it's the bottom of the well—"

The demon cultivators looked at each other.

"Speaking of which, what did you see when you touched the well rope before?"

"Mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood..." The demon cultivator who was asked turned his eyes with difficulty, and said in a nasty voice, "The sky was blood red, and dazzling golden fragments fell, and it immediately cracked when it touched the ground, and there were miserable howls everywhere .”

"phantom?"

The demon cultivator shook his head, as if he didn't want to recall: "No wonder that mortal is very afraid of this well in his memory. A mortal can't resist this kind of impact at all. He can't even remember what he saw, only leaving him with great fear. impression."

From then on, I never dared to touch the well rope again.

"Forget it, we don't need or think about what is at the bottom of the well. But this little Taoist priest from the Heluo Sect was not fooled. How can we explain to the Venerable when we go back?"

The demon cultivators frown.

They dragged their feet, turned back down the mountain heavily, and sneaked into an alley.

Chen Ho followed him here, but stopped instead.

——It was well concealed, but there was a very distinct aura in Chen He's spiritual consciousness, which was clearly owned by the Mahayana demon cultivator.

"Honor Guiming, you have really worked tirelessly." Chen He sneered secretly.

After traveling all the way to Yunzhou, it seems that he was indeed the one who discovered the secret at the bottom of the well.

Chen Ho thought about three situations, first, and the best one, the person who discovered the secret of Guanshi Fu was Venerable Guiming; second, it was Zhao Weiyang who killed Guanshi Fu and discovered the secret, and betrayed to Venerable Guiming ; Thirdly, in his previous life, Zhao Weiyang knew about this well a long time ago, and he used it as a killer, and never used it.

Each of the three situations is worse than the other.

Right now, luck seems to be OK?

Not long after Chen Ho left, a few moxiu who had been scolded so badly by Venerable Gui Ming came out in despair, and two of them exchanged winks.

One of them took out a brass bell, touched it with his finger, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm really gone!"

"so close!"

They carried others behind their backs and muttered.

"You said the one just now—"

"It's probably Chen He, tsk, the Beixuan sect's skills are really extraordinary, it can make my magic weapon silent, but it's just a little hot. I'm afraid his ability to communicate with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has penetrated into the subtleties."

The demon cultivator said with fear on his face: "Fortunately, I was quick-witted, but that guy told me the secret at the bottom of the well, otherwise Chen He would stare at me, this magic weapon, and it would be really fatal!"

"It's just that you regard this broken bell as a treasure. People whose strength has reached the level of the Venerable and Chen He can use their own consciousness. What do you want to do?"

"Hmph, I've pushed this matter out anyway, the gods fight, and the little devil suffers. I see, there is no hope for the Venerable to regain Yuzhou! We should make plans early."

This secret conversation is unknown.

Chen Ho has returned to the well.

The hunchbacked old woman was trembling after being undone by Master Tianyan, and there were mortals standing around watching the excitement.

When Master Tianyan saw Chen He, he immediately asked, "Did you drink that cup of tea just now?"

"Huh?" Chen He raised his eyebrows.

The old woman wailed and sat down on the ground: "This, this...I don't know anything, how can I make tea with well water! This is killing me!"

Daoist Tianyan also looked nervous, even a little at a loss.

Seeing Chen He's questioning gaze, Master Tianyan wished he could immediately drag out his master, the long-browed old man, as a shield.

"Chen Daoyou, this... Pindao just found out that people in Wanteng County only use this well water when they are desperate and all kinds of seeking children are useless."

"How?"

"Because...if you fail to have a son, you will die suddenly."

Daoist Tianyan was sweating on his forehead, and he said, "If a man drinks it, he will die."

——It means that if you drink the well water, you must give birth to a child, and those who are not born will die.

When Master Tianyan heard the hunchbacked old woman wailing, he still couldn't understand her words. After a passer-by said it, he was completely numb, thinking desperately about the whereabouts of the cup of tea. At that time, Chen He only heard that someone was watching, That cup of "spiritual tea" that may have a problem should not be touched.

He wiped off his sweat, and laughed at himself: "Look at me, I'm really nervous. Since it's a trap, people who play tricks, seeing my shallow cultivation, think that the poor can't detect the strangeness of the tea..."

"Actually, they can't detect it, otherwise they wouldn't use such a clumsy trick." Chen Ho said calmly, "A magic cultivator who is not sensitive to the aura of heaven and earth will not be able to detect it."

"Is that so? Who are they?" Daoist Tianyan asked suspiciously.

"Ghost Lord."

Master Tianyan was surprised: "This guy came back from the Western Regions?"

"There is a place for him in the Western Regions, how can he be able to take charge of one side. After my senior brother ascended, in Yuzhou, Venerable Guiming is bound to win."

Daoist Tianyan was thoughtful.

He didn't have the same leisurely mind if he was replaced by other demons, because the Heluo faction is also in Yuzhou...

People in Wanteng County seem to be very shy about mentioning this well, and they don't want to talk to outsiders at all. They even helped and persuaded the wailing hunchbacked old woman away, leaving only the poor Taoist priest who "looks at fortune telling and geomantic omen" "In the desolate independent wind.

"Chen Daoyou, this well..."

"The well water is good, and the tea brewed is even better than spirit tea." Chen He said lightly.

Master Tianyan was dumbfounded: "You, you... really drank?"

"Why do Taoists make such a fuss? You and I are not mortals. Is it true that if you can't have a child, you have to die?" Chen He didn't care. Wo hands.

Immediately, Master Tianyan felt that the aura in the tea was stronger.

Chen Ho casually poured it on the ground, and was poured into a few drops of sand, and the weeds grew slightly higher. Only a monk could distinguish this subtle change: in the soaked soil, the most watered Instead, the weeds fell down, wilted and lifeless.

"Daoist see it clearly?"

Master Tianyan fell silent.

Chen He stepped slowly on the weeds:

"I don't know why this well, the well water contains extremely strong vitality. Ordinary people drink it, just like this weed. It's okay if there is less, but if there is too much, the body's meridians will not be able to support it, and it will die."

Ordinary mortals can't stand this kind of toss.

Where can a large amount of spiritual power go?If it is a woman who has not had a child for a long time, after drinking the well water, and then having fun in the boudoir, it may get what she wants, and those unlucky ones——

"No wonder the people here say that the seven orifices of the deceased are bleeding, and the lungs are ruptured. It's too horrible to look at." Master Tianyan was stunned.

"Since the Taoist master understands the facts, why don't you fill in some more well water and bring it back to your fellow disciples?"

"Uh!"

How do you say this?

Lu Yu had a very efficacious wishing well, it is said that if you drink it, you will get a child, so I specially fetched it for the elders, and the senior brothers in charge to try it out?

Master Tianyan declined with a pale face: "I don't think so!"

"It's necessary, God's will directed your faction to come to Yunzhou, how can the Taoist priest return empty-handed?" Chen Ho jokingly persuaded.

Daoist Tianyan fled.

Chen He glanced at the old well rope.

It was a long piece of thick hemp rope, worn black, very old, and looked ordinary, but it was not tied to the derrick, and it hung down at the mouth of the well like a snake.

There were no barrels near the well, nor any container for water in sight.

Chen He said it easily to Master Tianyan, but in fact, his vigilance towards this well has increased a bit in his heart. If those demon cultivators are not talking nonsense and trying to deceive themselves, the things at the bottom of the well may exceed Chen He's expectations.

He pulled out a talisman paper, and after throwing it out, it immediately turned into a golden paper crane and flew away.

Yunzhou Wanteng County is not far from Heiyuan Valley.

- Venerable Guiming, just a half-dead person.

Chen He sneered and walked away.