Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?

Indeed, as my cousin said, the old monk did not dare to catch up.

After resting for a long time, my cousin gradually resumed his movements. He quickly sat down cross-legged and adjusted his breathing for a while before slowly exhaling.

"I can finally move."

After all his cultivation was restored, he couldn't help but shake his stiff hands and feet, and then he clasped his fists gratefully again, "Thank you so much for saving me."

Han Yu waved his hand and said with a smile, "It just happens to be the right time. Let's find a way to get the relic out first."

"It's not difficult to get the relics."

The cousin confidently took out a pile of iron pieces from his arms. Under Han Yu's incredible gaze, his hands moved quickly and he quickly pieced together a black iron umbrella.

"What's the use of this?"

Han Yu looked at the black umbrella and asked curiously.

My cousin touched the ribs of the umbrella and smiled slightly, "I developed this specifically to crack the mechanism designed by my family."

It is undeniable that there are some problems with the people in this Self-Qiang Sect. One is Yi Xian who likes to run around whenever something goes wrong, and the other is enthusiastic about cracking the mechanisms of his own design.

The two jumped off the high platform and jumped back to the other end of the artificial river. As soon as they landed, a large number of red insects came flooding in.

This time, my cousin was much calmer. After opening the black iron umbrella, he called Han Yu to come closer.

As if the insect swarm had encountered a natural enemy, it trembled and lay motionless after opening the iron-framed umbrella.

My cousin pointed to the red bugs on the ground with interest and explained.

"This thing is called Poisonous Scorpion Tail. It was named by my great-grandfather and was cultivated by our family. If you encounter this thing in the tomb of any powerful person in the future, it will definitely be the tomb designed by our family. They like it best. Put this boring thing in the grave."

Han Yu was suddenly shocked. What was the background of this family? Listening to the connotation of these words, it seems that Da Neng's tomb was probably handled by them.

"I have always thought that these bugs are useless. They will behave like this when they encounter the smell of natural enemies, but my family has never accepted my idea."

The cousin sighed.

"Why do cultivated bugs have natural enemies?"

Han Yu asked curiously.

"They always thought this bug was useful, so I bred its natural enemy."

This can be considered a prodigal son in the true sense! Specializes in cracking various mechanisms in his own home.

Han Yu secretly cursed in his heart.

Passing by the stone room with the well, Han Yu glanced at it from a distance. The mouth of the well was quiet, but who knew if an old bald man would jump out.

The two of them continued walking straight for a few dozen meters when their cousin suddenly stopped them. In the middle of the intersection ahead was a statue of a dragon head, with its beards flying and its mouth bleeding.

The cousin held up the umbrella again and took two steps forward. A hot breath suddenly burst out from the dragon's mouth, and a burst of flames burst out instantly.

The fire snakes struck the umbrella and were absorbed one by one. More importantly, the two people standing behind the umbrella did not feel even a trace of heat, and the cousin could even turn around and smile.

"This mechanism is ordinary. In fact, it is just a fire-breathing device stuffed with a spirit stone. After it senses the tomb robber, it will release high-temperature flames. If you force your way in, you can get through. It will just peel off the skin."

Although his cousin said it lightly, Han Yu secretly exclaimed that it was powerful. He had only heard of spiritual stones growing elixirs. This was the first time he had seen this spiritual stone combined with the mechanism technique.

The two of them hid behind umbrellas and moved forward. Sure enough, after leaving a certain area, the dragon's head stopped spitting fire. After walking forward for a while, they saw that the dome of the passage was covered with dense holes.

"This is the ultimate move. As soon as you step inside, corrosive water will spray from the top. This thing can melt iron. If you take a full bath in it, you won't even need a coffin."

The cousin raised his head and explained to the small holes.

Han Yu immediately did not dare to be careless and quickly moved closer, and the two of them walked in slowly, following each other step by step.

As soon as he stepped into the area, the erosion water began to spray from above, just like heavy rain, constantly hitting the umbrella surface. Strangely, the umbrella surface was unscathed after contacting the erosion water.

"Let's walk faster, otherwise our feet won't be protected by umbrellas when there's too much water."

The cousin turned around to remind him, and the two nodded in agreement, then quickened their pace and hurriedly crossed the water channel.

Looking back at the airtight rain curtain, Han Yu was stunned. First there were poisonous insects, then a wall of fire, and then water erosion. How much price did the old monk pay to rush in.

There was already an end ahead, and there was a stone door over there. My cousin closed the umbrella first, strode forward, and then pushed open the stone door.

As the stone door opened, a puff of dust rose up, choking the two of them for a while. When the dust dissipated, Han Yu turned to look inside.

Inside the stone gate is a large room, as big as the White Bone Temple. There are many boxes displayed against the wall on the left, which should be burial objects. I don't know what the burial objects of a generation of eminent monks, and also high-level monks, would be.

My cousin didn't seem to be interested in the funerary objects, but instead became interested in the mural on the right.

Han Yu followed his gaze and felt a trance in his mind. Then his expression changed. It could actually affect people's minds.

There is a picture of bones carved on the mural. A bunch of bones are in a twisted and messy space. There is nothing there, and a group of bones and skeletons are cannibalizing each other.

"This is the most valuable thing here, the visualization map of the hungry ghost realm!"

My cousin pointed at the mural and said with a smile.

I think it was for this visualization picture when the old monk first came in.

Han Yu felt awe-struck in his heart. Just the murals were so powerful. How powerful would they be if they had perfected their magical powers?

"As long as you visualize this picture in your mind from time to time, you can start practicing after the hungry ghost picture is expanded in your sea of ​​consciousness. After it is fully developed, it can be regarded as a supernatural power. Do you want to try it?"

The cousin suddenly suggested.

Han Yu was stunned and seemed to be a little tempted.

"Why not give it a try." Xiao Liuli's voice sounded in his mind.

"If you try it, you will die! If visualization is also considered practice, wouldn't it be a sudden death on the spot?" Han Yu's face turned black and he responded in his heart.

After watching for a while, the cousin lost interest and turned his head away.

Han Yu was curious and asked, "Why don't you learn it?"

The cousin waved his hand lightly and said, "There is a copy of this thing drawn by the senior at home."

"Besides, if you practice this without a compassionate heart, your end will be similar to that of the old monk, falling into the devil's way."

Han Yu couldn't help but be curious about the background of his cousin, the endless mechanical techniques, and all kinds of secret knowledge that he could easily pick up.

Both of them seemed to have lost interest in the visualization diagram. In fact, a compassionate heart alone could keep most people out of the door.

In the center of the room, there was not a coffin, but a stone bed, on which a skeleton was sitting cross-legged in meditation.

The two walked forward and saw that the skeleton was wearing a pale yellow monk robe and was glowing slightly, which must be the light of the relic.

Oh~ Te~

At this time, a pill was suddenly spit out by the glass bottle in the mind.

Han Yu looked strange, and secretly turned his head to communicate secretly.

"What are you doing? Why are you spitting out pills for no reason?"

Little Liuli's aggrieved voice came, saying, "It's not me, the glass bottle sprayed it by itself, it seems to have ideas about the relic."

This is getting more and more outrageous. Since taking advantage of Mr. Xiao's luck for thirteen years, it's okay for the bottle to have a spirit, and even the bottle has begun to have its own ideas.

Muscle and bone strengthening pill: the person who takes the medicine gets a strong body. Side effects: No self-control in front of food, and the urge to eat.

Han Yu looked at the pill in a daze. It turned out that in the eyes of the glass bottle, this skeleton was malnourished!

And the effect of the pill was indeed as outrageous as ever.

Han Yu wanted to take the relic, but his cousin stopped him and shook his head, saying, "This is an old friend of the family after all, let me take it!"

After that, he slowly bowed to the skeleton on the bed, and said softly, "The descendants of the old friend came to talk to me. Today I am in trouble. I would like to borrow the elder's relic."

After bowing three times, the cousin got up and walked towards the skeleton, gently lifted up the monk's robe and reached in, and soon took out a faint fluorescent thing that looked like a quail egg.

It looked like stone but not stone, like jade but not jade. The cousin took it in his hand and looked at it for a while before handing it to Han Yu.

"You were quite fast in the dungeon. I'll be in charge of the main attack with the mechanical skills when we go down. You just wait for the opportunity and throw the relic at that old bald donkey."

My cousin thought Han Yu's cultivation was low, so he took the initiative to take the position of luring the enemy.

As soon as the relic was in his hand, the glass bottle in his mind jumped with joy, as if it wanted to escape from the body.

Han Yu's face changed, and he quickly shouted to the little glass bottle in his heart, "Hold it down for me..."