Exorcism

Her fingers traced the mottled bell body, causing a very slight buzzing sound, like the coming wind and rain or the first waves of the waves. Yang Qingyin was intoxicated and felt that her state of mind was also trembling. The trembling did not bring destruction, just like Instead, what she felt was a profound peace.

But this is not what she wants.

The bald man poked his head out from the top of the clock and asked in a low voice: "Is it useful? It's true that the founder left a demon-suppressing clock and didn't tell us how to use it. Do you want me to get in and take a look?"

For seven days, Yang Qingyin spent most of her time circling the Demon Suppressing Bell. The tent was only a dozen steps away, and she never entered it once.

The Demon-Suppressing Bell is one of the nine treasures of the Taoist tradition. The founder, Fang Xunmo, actually sent it to the island in person to lend it to Yang Qingyin, asking her to help stop Mu Xingqiu in the country.

Yang Qingyin was extremely happy and confused about this. The behavior of high-level Taoist priests was usually very weird. Even as a disciple of the Taoist sect, she often couldn't see through it. What confused her the most was that Fang Xunmo turned out to be dead after throwing down the Demon Suppressing Bell. He left, and after telling a lengthy history, he did not give any instructions on how to use the Demon Suppressing Bell.

After all, a magic weapon is a magic weapon. First, there must be a spell to make it work. Yang Qingyin once used the water of the sword washing pool to cast the lunar fire, and the effect was excellent. The Demon Suppressing Bell is also very effective in this regard, but the lunar fire has no effect on it. There was no point in helping Mu Xingqiu.

So far, the Demon-Suppressing Bell has only been beneficial to Yang Qingyin, and the benefits are limited. She is a Taoist Priest of Dinxia. She cannot control the Taoist treasure and can only inspire very little power.

Yang Qingyin really hoped that someone could help her, instead of being as mysterious as her ancestor. It would be better to speak directly instead of letting her guess here. Baldy is a good companion and adds a bit of life to the island, but he can't help in this matter.

"I'm trying to find some clues." Yang Qingyin stretched out her hand across the clock body again, listening to the sweet buzzing sound. "Did you hear it? The sound is very special."

"It's like a swarm of mosquitoes buzzing in my ears." The bald man couldn't say he disliked the sound of the bell, but he definitely didn't like it either.

"Haha, this is not the sound of a mosquito, but the jade-clear sound injected by the ancestor. Bald man, fly a little further and see if you can still hear the bell."

"Okay." The bald man flew to the other side of the island. After a dozen steps, he turned around and asked, "Mom, does your name come from 'Yu Qing Zhengyin'?"

"Yeah, I haven't asked my mother." Yang Qingyin didn't care about the name.

The bald man continued to fly forward, the chirping of mosquitoes always lingering in his ears, neither getting stronger nor weakening. After dozens of steps, he turned back again and asked loudly: "Mom, what do you think Brother Xiaoqiu is doing at this time?"

"He... is either fighting or practicing." Yang Qingyin could not imagine the situation inside Zhibu State, and had no idea about the so-called sacred tree.

Baldy flew to the sea, about a hundred steps away from the Demon Suppressing Bell. He turned his head again and shouted at the top of his lungs: "I can't hear it anymore. I really can't hear it this time!"

Yang Qingyin began to inject magic power into the clock, but nothing happened. No matter how much magic power she added, the bald man a hundred steps away would always shake his head to express that he could not hear the "mosquito cry".

Yang Qingyin waved Baldy back, knowing that she still hadn't found the trick.

"If I had known that I was going to stay on the island, I should have brought Zuo Liuying and the others to make it more lively. Mom, what do you think Xiaohao and the others are doing?" The bald man fell back to the top of the clock and began to miss the others again.

"Hmm... I guess Zuo Liuying has already condensed the elixir for the third time." Yang Qingyin replied casually, still walking around the Demon Suppressing Bell, "Flea is on guard, Feifei is thinking, Xiaohao..."

"Xiao Hao must be practicing boxing, hey... hey... I don't know how many arms she has developed." The bald man used three strands of hair to practice the bone-forging boxing in a decent manner, and stopped after five or six moves, "Mother ,I am starving."

"You haven't eaten food in more than ten years, and you're just hungry today?" Yang Qingyin found it funny.

"I don't know why... Hey, I'm not hungry anymore." The bald man continued to practice boxing, and this time he only lasted three or four moves. "Mom, I'm really hungry. I'm so hungry with my heart against my back... …Wait, the hunger is over, oh, I seem to understand." Bald Man practiced boxing again, stopping after two or three moves. After three times, he came to an accurate conclusion——

"You feel hungry as soon as you practice boxing, but you don't feel hungry if you don't practice. This is not bone-building boxing, it is clearly hungry belly boxing. Really, it has never been like this before."

Yang Qingyin smiled, "Mu Xingqiu and Xiao Peng also practice boxing, but they have never been like you."

"It's true. I'm not lying to you. If you don't believe me, just practice and see for yourself." The bald man suddenly became anxious when he realized that Yang Qingyin didn't seem to believe what he said.

Yang Qingyin also knew how to forge bone fists. That was a few years ago. At that time, Mu Xingqiu could not perform the Nine Transformations of the Beast at the same time. She wanted Yang Qingyin to help. She said she was unwilling, but secretly practiced the full set. Mu Xingqiu made rapid progress in the Bone Forging Fist, and her cooperation was no longer needed.

In order to deal with the bald man, Yang Qingyin threw punches casually. After three strikes, she stopped and looked at Zhong Ding's head in surprise.

"I'm not lying to you." The bald man said proudly, "The Bone Forging Fist is just the Hungry Fist."

"Is it Xiaohao? She is both sleepy and greedy."

"Yes..." Yang Qingyin continued to practice boxing, and her feelings became clearer and clearer. For her who had rarely been hungry since she was a child, it felt as if her stomach had been hit hard by a spell.

"It's Mu Xingqiu." She had no doubts anymore, and her fists and kicks did not stop. She soon discovered that if her fists and kicks hit Zhong, her hunger would be more obvious.

"Why is Brother Xiaoqiu so hungry? Is there no food in Zhibu Bang? What should we do? We have to find a way to send some food to Brother Xiaoqiu..."

The hunger disappeared. No matter how much Yang Qingyin boxed or slapped the Demon Suppressing Bell, the feeling never came back. "He must practice boxing over there and we must practice boxing here to have the same feeling."

Yang Qingyin understood something, but with it came more doubts. Is it useful to practice boxing at the same time? Can Mu Xingqiu feel between her and Bald Man?

But just as Baldy was worried, the most important thing right now was to "deliver" food to Mu Xingqiu.

Yang Qingyin pressed the Demon Suppressing Bell with both hands. She had no idea about how to send things to Zhibu Bangli. She could only think about Mu Xingqiu, which made her heart ache.

The bald man stood quietly on the top of the clock and stopped disturbing Yang Qingyin. He was also thinking about Brother Xiaoqiu, which made his head hurt and the magic eye on his forehead flickered.

Bang, Baldy fell from the top of the bell and hit the rocks hard.

Yang Qingyin was startled, and hurriedly picked up the bald man and looked carefully. His head was hard enough, so he was not injured, but he fainted. After a while, Youyou woke up and said, "Red fruits, my eyes are full of red fruits. Mom, help me." Pull out the magic eye, it makes me dizzy."

Yang Qingyin breathed a sigh of relief, sent Baldy into the tent, and ordered him to rest for a while.

For the rest of the day, Yang Qingyin kept practicing boxing next to the Demon Suppressing Bell. Several times, she caught feelings that were not her own, mostly hunger, but not as obvious as the first time. Mu Xingqiu on the other side seemed to have eaten A little something.

In the evening, Bald Man came out and flew to the top of the clock to watch Yang Qingyin practice boxing. "Mom, you should also take a rest."

"I'm not tired." Yang Qingyin was actually almost unable to hold on anymore, but she had finally made some progress, and she could never stop like this.

This was just the beginning. She believed that she would experience more and more of Mu Xingqiu's feelings and even find a way to help him.

After midnight, Yang Qingyin could no longer capture Mu Xingqiu's feelings. She tried other spells and entered a state of contemplation, but they had no effect. She didn't want to go into the tent to rest, so she sat next to the demon-suppressing species and let the bald man practice boxing. "From now on, we will take turns to practice boxing. If you feel anything strange, just tell the other person."

Baldy started to practice very seriously, but after a delay in responding, he became a little tired. While practicing boxing, he chatted with Yang Qingyin. He had a question that had puzzled him for a long time, "Why didn't the ancestor explain the use of the demon-suppressing seed clearly? Zuo Liuying also has such a problem, what do the high Taoist priests think? "

"The process of understanding is the process of acquisition."

Yang Qingyin said this sentence smoothly, and then remembered that it was a sentence she had heard accidentally at Lao Zu Peak, and couldn't help but laugh, "You know one thing, but you may not take it into your heart. You will always remember the things you pursue hard.”

The bald man was still waving a few strands of hair, but what he was thinking about was no longer the bone-forging fist, "Oh, I kind of understand, mother, according to this, one day I may forget Brother Xiaoqiu, but you won't, because You've been 'searching hard'."

Yang Qingyin stood up with a stern voice, "Who said I was 'searching hard'? I just... I just... you will always be eleven or twelve years old, so there are some things you will never understand."

The bald man chuckled. He was really a little scared when my mother was angry, and this was something that would never change.

"Hongguozi, you said red fruit." An idea flashed in Yang Qingyin's mind, and she vaguely understood something.

"Yes, the bright red fruit must be the magic eye. It is not very obedient today."

"Bald man, don't think about Mu Xingqiu or that demon statue."

"The demon that Brother Xiaoqiu took away?"

"Um."

The bald man was very obedient and allowed him to think whatever he wanted. The three strands of hair danced like a whirlwind. Although he couldn't perform a complete bone-forging fist, he was still able to do it.

After finishing one set, he stopped and was in a daze for a while, "I seem to have seen the demon statue. No, no, I am the demon statue. I have seen things around me. It seems... and Brother Xiaoqiu." , but I can’t see clearly, it’s a figure anyway.”

Yang Qingyin kept staring at Baldy and saw the magic eyes on his head flashing.

The golem couldn't move, so why the bald man could feel the presence of the golem through the Bone Forging Fist was also a puzzle. However, Yang Qingyin's eyes suddenly became clear, and she no longer had a dark eye on what she was going to do in the future.

"Bald man, from now on, you and I are going to learn telepathy."

"Okay." The bald man cheered loudly.