The Master of Metaphysics Returns at Full Level [Transmigration Book]

"The crystal coffin of the Yellow River in the ghost moon, and the ghost in July enters the gate of ghosts......"

The grand master of Tantric Buddhism sang loudly, his language was high and low, and his cadence was frustrating. There was also a hint of coldness in his Buddha nature, which made the listener's scalp numb and their calves tremble.

"Now that the secret realm is open, remember to enter the secret realm. It's like a life-and-death contract. Life and death are not asked at all. If you don't want to die? Get out as soon as possible!"

After the grand master of Tantric Buddhism finished his last sentence, a suffocating coercion followed, which came from the suppression of the low-level people by the high-level powerhouses.

There is nothing more than excitement? It seems that there must be every bit of intention and the determination to make yourself stronger. Even if there are mountains of swords and flames and cliffs in front of you, today's bitterness will be tomorrow's sweetness, let alone surpassing your peers.

Among the Xuanmen people present, apart from Wu Lian and Zong Xun who seemed to be okay, even Leng Liu from the seven places were trying to control their spiritual power, as if their legs had softened.Everyone in Xuanmen also gritted their teeth and refused to retreat.

The grand master of Tantric Buddhism nodded in relief, cold and stern? His eyes have softened a lot, and his voice has changed from cold and hard to the current gentleness.

"Very good, I hope everyone will maintain this state when entering the secret realm." The Tantric Grandmaster changed his tone, "The time to open the secret realm is only ten to five minutes, and it will automatically close after ten to five minutes. After a week, I can also see everyone come out of the secret realm alive and strengthen our Xuanmen!"

"Yes!" The voice was loud and deafening.

The younger generation of Xuanmen celestial masters looked down at a stone ladder from bottom to top in the middle of the separated Yellow River, jumped up and stepped into a new journey.

Following the crowd, Wu Lian jumped down from the height of the cliff and took the first step into the stone ladder. He keenly felt that something behind him followed the crowd into the secret realm.

Looking sideways, there are crowds of people and various Taoist techniques, among which there is nothing more than the ghost spirit from the Northeast Chumaxian, who signed a contract with the demon god, and the evil spirit of the Miaojiang Gu technique, which is related to the cultivation of ghosts. People's ghosts.

It is simply a hodgepodge, and it is inevitable that there will be people with malicious intentions who take the opportunity to mix in and will not be easily discovered.

Wu Lian watched for a long time. The atmosphere in the crowd was too chaotic. She turned her mind around and decided to hold back and wait for the opponent to show up slowly.

"Boom boom-"

Ten to five minutes? The time is up, and the divided aisle slowly closes. At a glance, except for the mighty Yellow River rushing towards the distance like a roar.

The grand master of Tantric Buddhism standing on the cliff mountain and the old heavenly masters of various sects looked at each other, looking forward to the young people who will take up the important task of Taoism in the future.

In the dark and long corridor, relying on lighting tools to be careful to step on the ground, Ying Xing looked up and saw a shining dragon moving slowly in front of him.

Everyone's expression is very serious, eyes guarding the surroundings,

Wu Lian was walking in the front position, walking towards the deepest point step by step.At this time, a white light appeared in front of everyone, and Wu Lian followed them into the white light.The "scenery" in front of me quickly passed by, and in the blink of an eye, all the people present disappeared out of thin air, including Zong Xuan, who was still closely following Wu Lian just now, also disappeared with the white light.Only Wu Lian was left alone, standing in front of a tile-roofed house.

Looking from a distance, the mountains are winding and undulating, lush and green.

Occasionally passing by in the forest? A few birds, and the sound of the distant stream can still be heard in the ear.

Wu Lian pushed open the door of the tile-roofed house, and a child was waiting squatting on the ground, looking down with interest.

In the barren mountains and wild mountains, just a child playing in a tile-roofed house, no matter how you look at it, it is unlucky to hit a ghost.

There was no trace of fear on Wu Lian's face, anyway, he stepped forward and patted the child on the shoulder, "Hey, child, why are you running around alone, yours? Where are your parents?"

At this time, the child turned around slowly, and Wu Lian could still hear the 'click' sound like the machine restarted.

The child's eyes were black and white, with a naive? innocent? look, tilting his head, as if wondering what Wu Lian was talking about just now? He didn't hear it.

When the child turned around, Wu Lian frowned. He saw the corner of the boy's mouth was stitched up, and the other eye, the eyeball was also replaced by a strange bead. What's more, the child was covered with needlework from neck to toe. Stitched together, there is also a rolling eye at the Adam's apple.

This kind of deformed and ugly appearance scares a person? Is it a little ghost whose mouth is sewn up with a needle and thread? The black bead on the right side of the child's smile makes the whole face even weirder.

Ordinary people would have been scared out of their wits long ago, but Wu Lian looked at him blankly, without any fear.

When the child realized that he couldn't scare Wu Lian, he even began to cry.

When the child was thumping, Wu Lian saw him with sharp eyes? There were black and white eyes on each wrist of both hands, and Gulu Gulu looked at Wu Lian, with a hint of salivation flashing in his eyes.

Wu Lian stretched out her hand to pinch the child's mouth, and said impatiently: "Be good, or your head will be smashed—"

Child: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?"

The child's eyes widened. He didn't expect the person in front of him to be so thick-skinned.

Wu Lian borrowed the festive curtains from the window, took them off, and tied them up three times to the left and three times to the right, and threw them in a corner.

He? Started looking around the house.

The child was tied up and thrown mercilessly in a corner, watching Wu Lian back and forth with his teeth bared.

Then, Wu Lian walked around for a long time, except that the main hall was filled with spirit tablets, and half of the incense sticks in the altar had been burned, and there was nothing else.

"Why did Xiao Mu come here to play again? I didn't tell you that you couldn't come... What are you? People!!"

At this time, the door opened to the outside with a creak, and a young man, wearing coarse clothes and carrying most of the straw in the basket, saw Wu Lian, his tone immediately changed, and he was very angry with him. alert.

Hearing the sound, Wu Lian turned her head, glanced at the young man, shrugged and said, "I said I didn't intend to break in, do you believe me?"

The young man snorted, he definitely didn't believe it, saying this sentence is equivalent to not saying it.Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of something wriggling in the corner from the corner of my eye, and ran over immediately, "Xiaomu! Are you okay?"

Xiao Mu ignored him, but fixedly looked at Wu Lian.

The young man manually untied the tightly wrapped strips of cloth on Xiaomu's body, and looked at Wu Lian with unkind eyes, waiting for him to check that Xiaomu's body was fine except for a little scratch.He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and put the child behind him.

"Even children are being bullied, why did you tie up Xiaomu, and why did you appear in the ancestral hall and say who are you? People! Otherwise, don't blame me and be angry!"

Wu Lian looked at him one more time, just this one time, he suddenly became interested in this young man.She clasped her fists across her chest, "Sorry, I just made a little joke. I'm a lost travel friend and I didn't intend to break in. I'm sorry. My name is Wu Lian. Where is this? Who are you?"

The young man looked at him suspiciously. The young man's lips were red and his teeth were white. A red mole on his forehead was even bigger than his skin, which was fair and flawless.At the first sight when he entered the door, the young man almost mistakenly thought that the young man was a fairy descending from the earth.

However, with the boy's extremely beautiful skin, it's easy for people to put down their guard.

The young man looked at him again and again, a little sure in his heart that he didn't look like a bad person. After thinking about it carefully, he just asked for a place name, and it wasn't too serious.

So, the young man said: "This is Yinshou Village, my name is Ying Lin, and this is my younger brother Ying Mu."

Yinshou?

The name of the village is quite shady?

Wu Lian narrowed his eyes, and tapped his fingers slowly on the other arm. This is the secret territory of the Yellow River. It is impossible for ordinary people to live in it and appear out of thin air? The ancestral hall, and these two brothers, no matter how you look at it. question.

It's just that Wu Lian didn't see what was lying on the ground inside the skin of these two people for the time being, so he decided not to solve it for the time being.

"Oh, I don't seem to have heard of it? Is there such a village?"

Ying Lin rubbed his head and smiled foolishly: "People in our village seldom go out of the mountains. They are used to the life in the mountains. Once they go out, they will never come back, so everyone chooses not to go out."

"Can't you come back?" Wu Lian grasped the point and asked.

"Eh...this..." Ying Lin's expression changed drastically, although the strange expression on his face quickly disappeared, Wu Lian still noticed it.

Seeing that Ying Lin couldn't tell why, Wu Lian didn't force him, but just turned his eyes to the three-headed? Weird child.

"Your brother? Is he?"

Ying Lin rubbed his younger brother's head, and said sadly, "My younger brother had a serious illness when he was a child, and he became like this dementia. I'm sorry, my younger brother didn't scare you, did he?"

Wu Lian heard it.Frowning and shaking his head, "It's okay, the responsibility lies with me, not him."

Ying Lin warmly invited him to the village at this time, and left after dinner.

Ying Mu stared at him with fierce eyes, and roared at him, even if he was hit on the head by his elder brother, he still bared his teeth at Wu Lian, trying to drive him away.

Wu Lian felt that the child, who looked like a wolf cub, bared his teeth and made a ferocious expression when facing the enemy.

Wu Lian didn't reject Ying Lin? He warmly invited him, and followed the two brothers Ying Lin and Ying Mu back to a small village not far below.

In the small mountain village, the green smoke is above the blue clouds, the cooking smoke is curling up, and all the surrounding white mist is shrouded, the whole small mountain village is almost like a landscape mural.

After walking for about ten minutes, Ying Lin led Wu Lian into the village.

The people in the village had dull eyes, as if they were old and dead, but when they saw Zong Xuan's eyes, they unexpectedly glowed.

Wu Lian followed Ying Lin to the patriarch's house expressionlessly, and when he saw the village chief who opened the door, the smell of decay came over his face.

The village head looked at Wu Lian coldly, moved the shredded tobacco at the end of the cigarette holder, and inhaled deeply the smoke filtered from the cigarette holder, "We haven't had a living person come to our village for a long time, it's really rare. Shoucun, do you feel at ease? Stay here, and invite yourself down the mountain tomorrow."

Everyone stopped what they were doing, without any emotion, and stared at Wu Lian.There is gloating in the eyes, but also pity, and worry.

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