Mortal Bones

The reason why Xu Taiping was so sure was because the lotus on the young monk's sleeve was different from the ordinary lotus pattern. It was a lotus with falling petals.

Why he didn't recognize the young monk at first was because he didn't see his face in the picture he saw with his left eye, only the hand and sleeves that pulled him up.

After that, he passed out on the man's back.

"This mage, the capital of Nanchu is sixty miles away. Why do you need to go to a dangerous place like the Blood Rain Forest?"

Xu Taiping withdrew his gaze from the young monk's sleeves.

"As far as I know, apart from warrior monks, Zen Buddhism doesn't require you to go out to practice, right? Master, you don't look like a warrior monk."

He then looked the young monk up and down.

"The benefactor has a keen eye. The poor monk is indeed not a warrior monk. It is because of this that the stone benefactor just did not want the young monk to go with him."

The young monk smiled sheepishly.

"Let me not hide it from the donor, the place that the young monk is going to on this trip is not the Blood Rain Forest, but a small village called Xinghua Village on the border of Xiliang Kingdom after passing through the Blood Rain Forest."

He then said seriously.

"What you're doing is more dangerous than going into the bloody rainforest to experience."

Xu Taiping asked with a frown.

He had already asked Chongde to get a map of the Blood Rain Forest. If he wanted to go to Xiliang Kingdom, he would have to bypass the Blood Rain Forest. During this period, he would have to pass through at least several monster territories, one of which was related to the Golden Toad Poison Mother. The territory is very close.

"Xiao Monk knows, but Xiao Monk has a reason why he has to go."

The young monk smiled faintly.

"Oh? What's the reason? Master, can you tell me?"

Xu Taiping asked with a serious look on his face, his hands folded across his chest.

It was not yet certain whether the young monk in front of him was the person he saw with his left eye, but judging from the lotus on his sleeve, it must be related to him, so he had to ask clearly.

"Of course it's possible."

The young monk nodded and then introduced Xu Taiping:

"The young monk's name is Xuanzhi. He was originally a disciple of the Xuan generation of Yunyin Temple in Xiliang. Three years ago, he passed by Xinghua Village when he went out for alms. He discovered that the place was full of resentment. Children in the village were often led into the bloody rainforest by evil spirits and killed."

"Later, I asked the elders in the village for advice, and I found out that this place was the battlefield where the Xiliang army fought with monsters two or three hundred years ago. Most of these evil spirits were transformed by soldiers who died on the battlefield and innocent villagers, and because of contamination, All of them turned into evil spirits due to the evil spirit."

"These evil ghosts were originally suppressed for hundreds of years by a passing Taoist priest with a talisman. But later, for some unknown reason, the talisman failed, and those evil ghosts and resentments were released one after another. And this Among the evil ghosts, a ghost king also appeared."

"The young monk followed Muramasa's guidance and found the ghost king. He wanted to save him, but he didn't have enough magic power, so he could only suppress him temporarily."

"We, Yunyin Temple, belong to the line of Zen ascetic cultivation. If we want to improve our magic power, we must practice asceticism for thousands of miles and ask for alms from thousands of households. The farther we travel, the more alms we have, and the higher our magic power will be."

"In order to completely liberate the ghosts below Xinghua Village, the young monk came to Nanchu and practiced asceticism for thousands of miles, turning into three stones of corn and a hundred taels of gold and silver."

"As long as the young monk can bring these back to Xinghua Village, sprinkle corns all over Xinghua Village, and then plate my Buddha Dharma with gold and silver, he will be able to save all ghosts."

After listening to the young monk's explanation, the confusion in Xu Taiping's eyes finally dissipated.

At the same time, he also picked up the message jade plate in his hand and looked at it. He saw a line next to the name of Pilu Temple Abbot Huiming -

"There is indeed a Yunyin Temple in Xiliang, but the monks in the temple have been hidden for many years. Prajna Temple has sent disciples to search for it, but to no avail. But the mark of the residual lotus and the method of ascetic cultivation are indeed unique to Yunyin Temple. Very few people know this. If you can tell this, there should be no falsehood about this person’s identity.”

"If possible, please ask Lord Heavenly Protector to have some contact with this mage. Yunyin Temple's ascetic practice has been lost in Zen Buddhism for many years. Maybe you can send someone to ask for advice in the future."

The words Huiming sent made Xu Taiping completely relieved about Xuanzhi's identity.

Looking down at the pair of worn-out straw sandals on the young monk's feet and the freshly scabbed wound on his instep, Xu Taiping clasped his palms together and said seriously:

"The Master is kind."

"Thank you very much, the donor. This is the practice of a young monk."

Monk Xuanzhi scratched his bare head in embarrassment.

"The method that the young monk practices is not afraid of evil things, but he is afraid of encountering some difficult monsters and ferocious beasts. That's why the young monk wants to find a martial artist to accompany him on the journey."

He explained to Xu Taiping with sincere eyes.

"Master Xuanzhi, I can accompany you, but there is one thing I must tell you."

Xu Taiping looked at Master Xuanzhi with a serious expression.

"The donor just said it's okay."

"I am being hunted by some enemies. This trip to the Bloody Rain Forest has a narrow escape from death. If you, Master, come with me, you may be implicated."

If possible, Xu Taiping still doesn't want others to be involved in his disaster.

"Amitabha, the donor does not need to worry about the little monk. I am of the ascetic lineage, and everything depends on fate. If I am really involved, it is a given. It has nothing to do with whether I am with you, the donor."

Monk Xuanzhi replied very calmly.