Golden Forbidden Land: I am at the highest level, exploring the secrets of immortality

I cursed, don't you think it's a big deal for you two to watch the fun?

This scolding seemed to bring these two people back to their senses.

"Damn it, could this be the ancestor of the ghost monkey that escaped just now? He came to take revenge on us... No, he broke into the nest?" Li Dakui swallowed, picked up the thing in his hand, and pointed it at He grabbed the huge thing, but he was still a little hesitant, his hands trembling slightly.

"You...don't come over. As the saying goes...if the water in the well does not interfere with the water in the river, you can't offend..."

"It's strange that it can understand!"

I turned around and ran away from its crotch, and then I wanted to attack the ghost monkey from behind. Although this monster was tall, it couldn't withstand the siege of the three of us.

However I underestimated.

But I saw a terrifying eye on this guy's back, the size of a fist, staring straight at me, and blinking.

That is never a good thing! The old man picked up the torch and waved it. The tongue of fire in his hand was like a long dragon, waving it at the ghost monkey. The monkey was obviously a little afraid and backed away step by step.

"court death!"

But I clearly saw that the monkey seemed to be looking for a suitable opportunity to pounce on the three of us. The monkey's mouth was dripping with saliva, as if he was watching the three of us become his food, and his eyes were shining with splendor.

"roar!"

When the old man cornered the ghost monkey, he ordered us to come over and help.

The old man said that this ghost should have been underground, mostly living among the funerary objects by eating some rotten meat. Once it sees the light of day again, it can only walk in the dark, and will be distraught as soon as it sees the light.

"How to deal with this?"

Li Dakui and I looked at each other. Although the torch temporarily drove the ghost monkey away, the flames became a little erratic when we saw them.

It could be blown out at any time.

"Ahem!"

At this critical moment, unexpectedly, a coughing sound came from behind.

Someone came in.

What came in was a monk wearing long sleeves, holding a walking stick on his left and right hands, and a string of beads in his right hand. He was still muttering something in his mouth. As soon as he entered the door, he stared at us.

"Amitabha!"

The monk recited something.

"Donor, the Buddha said, don't kill, you three, stop it!" The man looked a little weak, and when he walked, he seemed very likely to be blown down by the cold wind outside.

"Old bald donkey, go and stay where it's cool."

The old man drank, and then he clenched the torch in his hand, his face was brightly illuminated, and sweat flowed down his neck.

"Hahaha!"

The monk laughed.

The whole ruined temple was filled with laughter, which looked particularly weird. With this smile, the ghost monkey also resisted with all his strength. Instead, he knocked down the torch, then retreated directly behind the monk, squatting down, like a pet, without saying a word.

"I never thought that Buddhism might not be pure."

The old man sneered, "If I guess correctly, you raised this ghost, right?"

"roar!"

The ghost monkey roared in agreement.

"Listen to me, this thing is cold and weird. If it is exposed for a long time, it will backfire on its owner..." the old man dissuaded.

"Cause and reincarnation, all living beings are equal!"

The monk sneered, then clasped his hands together, and suddenly a burst of golden light emitted from the string of beads. Suddenly, a strong wind swept around the entire mountain temple. For a moment, snakes, insects, rats and ants emerged from the gaps in the ground, surrounding the entire temple. The water is blocked.

The old man smiled and said, "It seems that I was wrong. The ancestors of the Five Poisons of Nanyang have come in person. It seems that my trip is not in vain."

What, the ancestor of the Five Poisons?

This name sounds domineering.

I heard the old man mention this man earlier, saying that he was famous for his viciousness in Nanyang, and the poisons he practiced were all made from snakes, insects, rats, ants, and things buried underground. In the early years, he trafficked children and used their internal organs to feed poisons. This was extremely unscrupulous and he was wanted by the governments in Southeast Asia.

Legend has it that this man was originally a fugitive from the Vietnam War. Unexpectedly, by some strange combination of circumstances, he met a strange man who not only helped him heal his injuries, but also taught him the strange poison of the fifth life.

It disappeared for several years.

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that someone would still remember me."

After the monk closed his eyes tightly, a burst of flame-like light suddenly burst out from his eyes, as dazzling as blood.

"Who brought you here?"

The old man said.

"But you don't have a chance." The old poison sneered.

"Old guy, do you think you can cure us with just those bugs in your hands?" The old man seemed to be relieved, and he was completely free of the tense nerves just now.

"Hey, don't be kidding?"

I leaned close to the old man's ear and said, "I don't want to die in the mouth of these insects. It makes me sick just thinking about it."

"Don't talk."

The old man reminded us in a low voice.

"Then give it a try."

After saying that, the old poisoner stretched out his hand and shook out some bugs, which fell on the ground. Soon, the bugs got in along the cracks in the stone.

Seeing this, the three of us quickly stepped back, fearing that the bugs would emerge from the ground and burrow into our bodies from the soles of our feet.