Holy Bone

Chapter 595 Primordial Spirit Out of Body Visiting Tianshen's Camp at Night to Find the Old Taoist?
After Jin'an Yuanshen came out of his body, he floated all the way to the Fan camp.

I saw the tents in the camp of the Fan people scattered like clouds.

It is also dotted with several igloos.

Although those igloos lived warmer than tents, but due to the limited space, the large troops of the Tibetans still mainly lived in large tents in the lee.

In fact, if you want to identify whether this tent belongs to the Fan people, there is another most important feature, that is to see if there is a wind horse flag hanging on the top of the tent or beside the tent.

There is one more thing Jin An has to do this time out of his body, and that is to use his out of body to see if he can find the old Taoist priest.

If the old Taoist really followed into the Kunlun Mountains, in all likelihood, he would stay with the large army here.

As for the snow salt to ward off evil spirits scattered at the entrance of the igloo and the tent, it is naturally ineffective against the master of Jin'an. The traces of the old Taoist priest.

This is the advantage of Yuanshen leaving the body, ignoring all obstacles, passing through walls and stones, unimpeded.

The camp he was in at this time was a tribe of Fan people who claimed to be descendants of the god monkey. According to legend, they were descendants of the god monkey and the rock witch. The people of this tribe all had a characteristic, their arms were slightly longer than ordinary people, they were good at riding and shooting, and everyone carried a weight on their backs. Bending the bull's horns, the plateau red on his face is even redder than that of ordinary people.

From a distance, Jin An noticed a red light looming in the depths of the camp. It was the exuberant masculine blood burned by a strong body. There was a strong man sitting in the center of the camp, which was also the largest tent in the camp.

And around the red light, there are more than a dozen groups of weaker red light of blood.

Jin'an's current spiritual cultivation base is not afraid of this little martial artist's energy and blood. Although his cultivation base is only in the middle of the second realm, he has the power of pure Yang divine way day and night With nourishment, as well as his own talent is not low, and with the diligent practice of spiritual martial arts, his soul has already conceived a trace of Yangshen artistic conception, and the speed of progress is far beyond what people of the same level can speculate. fear.

Just when Jin An was about to float closer to see the people sitting in the tent clearly, the wind horse flags and prayer flags hanging on the tent seemed to sense something, and there were spiritual ripples in the air.

This time, Jin An didn't force his way in. He took one last look at the tent, then turned and left, continuing to search for the whereabouts of the old Taoist priest.

Although those Fengma flags and prayer flags have been blessed by Tantric monks, no one can stop him if he wants to force his way in, but that will definitely destroy the Fengma flags and prayer flags, causing too much commotion. The loss outweighs the gain.

Next, Jin An searched all over the camp, but couldn't find the old Taoist priest.

In fact, the soul penetrated the wall and came and went freely. It took Jin An less than a cup of tea to search the camp.

Next to the tribe of descendants of the god monkey is the tribe of Tianshen. Jin'an remembers very clearly that during the day, the Baozhu Longjing was taken away by the people of the tribe of Tianshen. The tribe seems to be a little afraid of this Tianshen tribe, even if Baozhu Longjing is brought back to the Tianshen tribe, the other three tribes can only follow to the Tianshen tribe.

At this time, the place is very lively and noisy, and the red blood is shining in the sky on a snowy night. If you don’t pay attention, you think it’s a fire here, but in fact, this is the masculine blood that can only be seen when the soul is out of the body. Ordinary people can’t see it at all. These crimson blood.

And here the masculinity and vigor are exuberant, because the younger generations of the four major tribes have gathered in the Tianshen clan to compete in martial arts to carve up the dragon essence.

Young people are the most vigorous, vigorous and energetic, and they are full of energy. With so many young masters gathered together, it is no wonder that there is blood and vitality here.

The young masters of the four major tribes were fighting on the ground, fighting fiercely, but no one noticed that above their heads, there was a yin god floating, looking down at them calmly.

The environment on the plateau is harsh and materials are scarce. They respect the most primitive law of survival of the weak and the strong. They want to gain respect and resources and stand out from their peers by themselves.

On the ground of the glacier, the younger generations of the four major tribes fought mercilessly in order to get more dragon spirits. The weak had only two endings. They voluntarily surrendered or were beaten to death on the spot. Quickly train a plateau falcon.

It seems that the four major tribes also intend to train the younger generation, and deliberately only let the younger generation go off to replace their own tribes to fight, while those long-established masters only gather around to watch.

Even though the dragon spirit was about the size of a boa constrictor, it couldn't hold back so many people who cut their flesh one by one, so when Jin'an came, the dragon spirit had only the upper body including the dragon head, and the lower body had been divided up. It is called Shenlong who sees the head but does not see the tail.

This dragon spirit is indeed about to become a spirit. It is obviously a spirit plant, but it grows blood and flesh. Every time a piece of meat is cut, there will be blood dripping. Every drop of dragon blood contains the medicine that can cure ordinary people. The rich vitality of the dragon's blood will naturally not be ruined, and someone has already placed a wooden barrel to continue it.

Because the dragon's blood contains a strong vitality, even in such a cold plateau and snowy area, the dragon's blood is still full of vitality without freezing.

Looking at the dragon essence bleeding like a living thing, Jin An thought of the grass juice. This dragon essence didn't really grow flesh and blood. The blood should also be a kind of grass juice essence.

And next to Long Jing, there are the speakers of the four major tribes and several eminent monks of Tantric Buddhism. Those eminent monks of Tantric Buddhism were all invited by the four tribes to be witnesses. promise.

Although Jin An didn't get too close, he was worried that he would be sensed by a strong man as a wandering spirit, but he could roughly estimate that those eminent monks of Tantric Buddhism were all strong men of Buddhism in the late stage of the second realm.

Following the disappearance of several venerables in Kunlun Shenshan, their lives and deaths are unknown. These old monks are already one of the few Buddhist masters among the Tantric monks.

These eminent monks of Tantric Buddhism come from several big monasteries, and their status can be equal to that of the four major tribes. It is not easy to deal with them sitting next to Longjing.

"Ok?"

Jin An was surprised. It turned out that just now, when he looked carefully at the dragon spirit, he found that the most precious dragon essence, dragon energy, and dragon god in the dragon spirit were all gone. There was an empty treasure shell, but no spirit.

Someone stole the spirit of the Dragon Spirit before him?

He frowned, and couldn't help but float closer, wanting to be confirmed. Suddenly, his face was startled, with a surprised expression on his face, as if he saw some incredible scene.

Then a strange look appeared on his face.

Sitting next to Longjing among the eminent monks of the Tantric sect, Jin An repeatedly looked at one of them carefully. How could that person look so familiar?

Even though he was wearing a red robe, and Zhuolu was wearing a cockscomb hat on his head, and his eyes and nose were looking at his heart, his nose was looking at his heart, he was sitting upright, and his complexion was a little plateau red from the plateau sun, but Jin'an still felt that How does a Tantric monk look like an old Taoist priest?
"!"

Jin An was pleasantly surprised at first. He found Tubo Xiangxiong from the Western Regions, and finally found an old Taoist priest in the Kunlun Mountains. But after the surprise, he was full of questions, old Taoist priest?Tantric monk?

For a while, he couldn't confirm whether the tantric monk sitting upright in front of him was really an old Taoist priest.

He once tried to imagine the meeting scene with the old Taoist priest in the Kunlun Mountains. The old Taoist priest still wore the old Taoist robe that he was reluctant to change, with a clean sleeve, and continued to be a poor wandering Taoist priest; The big tribes took a fancy to them, they were robbed and imprisoned by the big tribes, and they searched for the dragons in the Kunlun Mountains for the big tribes; or the old Taoist had already left the Kunlun Mountains... He thought of many possibilities, but he didn't guess the only one Yes, the old Taoist took off his Taoist robe and became a Tantric monk?
This is like the absurd feeling when he was a guest at the herdsman's house when he was in Woniu Lake and heard that the old Taoist priest actually went to Tubo to become a veterinarian with "Miaoshouhuichun"?

I finally found the old Taoist priest through untold hardships, but the old Taoist priest took off his Taoist robe and put on the Tantric monk's uniform. Carve up, but keep staring at whether the Tantric monk in front of him is an old Taoist priest.

But because there were other eminent Tantric monks present, he couldn't get close to confirm carefully...

Even in this ups and downs of mood, Jin An didn't know how he came back to his shell, he just remembered that it was the last moment before dawn.

As soon as his soul returned to his shell, Jin An didn't care that there was still an open flame burning in the stove. He picked up the ashes with his fingers and drew the face of the Tantric monk he saw last night on a piece of animal skin.

He worried that it was too late, and the details in his memory would become blurred.

After the painting was finished, Jin An handed the animal skin to Mr. Yiyun: "Mr. Yiyun, you understand the Tubo language. I have to trouble you again this time. Help me find out the specific whereabouts of this Tantric monk."

"Hey, this old slave looks familiar... I think I've seen it somewhere before?" Qi Bo leaned over, looked at the portrait on the animal skin, and frowned in thought.

Perhaps because of the scribbled and vague relationship of painting with grass ash, Qi Bo didn't immediately think of the old Taoist priest.

"Okay." Mr. Yiyun didn't ask why, but simply replied with one word.

From the beginning to the end, she didn't ask Jin An what happened to him last night, and why he looked a little distraught and restless when he came back.

she knows.

When it's time to speak.

Jin An would naturally give her a satisfactory answer.

Even Silly Sheep could see that something was wrong with Jin An since his Yuanshen returned to his body. It lay quietly by the stove to keep warm without disturbing Jin An.

Jin An also didn't know how Mr. Yiyun did it. He left during the day for a whole day without seeing anyone, and the other party returned to the tent when it was almost dark, and got all the information he wanted.

"Do you think that Master Yongcuo looks like Daoist Chen?" Mr. Yiyun pointed out Jin An's mind as soon as he opened his mouth.

Qibo on the side was startled when he heard the words, and then showed an expression of enlightenment: "No wonder this old slave feels that the portrait looks familiar, so it turns out..."

Seemingly thinking of something, Qi Bo kept silent in the middle of the conversation, and some things should not be said before the matter is clarified.

Mr. Yiyun: "I have inquired about it, and the master Yongcuo did not come with the Tantric monks, but appeared alone in the small supply town outside the Kunlun Mountains, claiming to be a solitary ascetic. His purpose of entering Kunlun Snow Mountain is different from others, he came for those serfs."

"When everyone took the existence of serfs for granted, only Guru Yongcuo stood up and was willing to go to the mountain to pray for the serfs who were inferior to cattle in the eyes of the local people. His piety touched some Tantric monks. Many monks admire Master Yongcuo. In order to take care of Tantric monks, several major tribes are not good at doing too much. For example, those serfs who inhaled the power of dragon essence yesterday, if not for Yongcuo Shang Master watched with his own eyes, I am afraid that he has already "disappeared inexplicably", and he will not live safely to this day."

"Currently, the popularity of Master Yongcuo among the serfs and Tantric monks is very good. I also found out that Master Yongcuo has a good relationship with the Golden Family."

Mr. Yiyun said again: "Master Yongcuo came from a small monastery, but the Tibetans said that they had never heard of the name of that small monastery. It is not uncommon to have hermit temples built."

The news brought by Mr. Yiyun can be described as very detailed, including news from serfs, monks from Tantric Buddhism, and internal news from several major tribes. It seems that she has put a lot of thought into Jin'an this time. .

Even at the expense of splitting the primordial spirit many times a day, using the way of painting skin...

"This is the location of the tent where Master Yongcuo lives. If you want to personally confirm the identity of the other party, I suggest you do it as soon as possible. Now that the ice and snow are melting faster, there will be a large army entering the mountain to dig snow soon. There is not much time left for you." Already." Mr. Yiyun was well prepared, even the detailed drawings were prepared for Jin An.

"Thank you."

Jin An took the drawing with both hands and expressed his sincere thanks.

Mr. Yiyun's clear eyes rolled his eyes at Jin An: "Thank you so much, then tell me what tongue-twisters you taught the phoenixes of the Guchi Kingdom to drive them crazy?"

Uh.

Jin An didn't expect that Mr. Yiyun could remember this matter until now, from the desert to the Daxue Mountain.

This time he didn't play tricks, and honestly wrote down "blackened black ash chemical fertilizer ash will volatilize and turn gray black into black gray flowers will fly back, grayed gray black fertilizer will volatilize black ash into flying flowers and turn into Ash".

After reading this tongue twister, Mr. Yiyun and Qi Bo couldn't help hissing, their back teeth hurt so bad, is this something people do!
Even a person can't read it!
(End of this chapter)