Honglian then felt relieved.

What she was most worried about was that Qin Mu really believed the nonsense of the psychic association. After all, Qin Mu was not well-informed, and the worries about the tomb were secondary. With Qin Mu's ability, even if he couldn't beat it, it would be a big problem to escape, but the hearts of the people are the most difficult thing in the world to guess.

Qin Mu did not tell the matter about Qiu Laoliu. Since Qiu Laoliu was involved in that matter back then, it was natural for Wuchen to come to Qiu Laoliu. But why did he only take away Qiu Laoliu's residual soul? This is difficult to understand. Can Qiu Laoliu guide him to rob the tomb even in his soul?

These things should be almost known after meeting with people from the Psychic Association tomorrow.

In the face of the huge treasure, these people were able to wipe out the existence of more than 100 psychics. Qin Mu said that it had nothing to do with him. The association, which has always been unwilling to forgive things, can let go of water. It is conceivable whether they can betray each other in the face of greater interests.

As far as Qin Mu knows, the Psychic Association has always been a mess.

The people selected by Qin Mu are Honglian, Eight-tailed Cat Maomao, Xiaosheng, Black Pearl, Sikong Wenzheng and Xiaobai. As for Yu Xiu, they can't do anything. If they go there, they will probably be even more dangerous. In addition, these goods are basically fine now, so there is no need to follow them. As for Sikong Wenzheng, Qin Mu did not intend to bring them with him, but Hong Lian said that Sikong Wenzheng's fate will be of great help to this adventure. After all, it is an existence similar to a mascot, so Qin Mu still brought this little ghost, and it doesn't occupy much.

Then the next morning, Qin Mu took everyone from Fushan and called the old monk. The old monk was kneeling in bright clothes early in the morning, knocking on wooden fish and reciting scriptures. When Qin Mu ran to his residence to find someone early in the morning, the old man was ready.

Because the uncle was wearing a brightly colored cassock that Qin Mu had never seen before, Qin Mu couldn't help but take a look. The uncle explained calmly: "Amitabha, I have been waiting for the donor for a long time."

Qin Mu was stunned for a moment. Thinking about it, monks also belonged to the type who could do calculations. I guess they had expected that they would come early in the morning, so it was nothing strange.

"This is..." Honglian had never seen Uncle Master before and asked in confusion.

"I am a monk named Li Chen, the uncle of Shu Ran, and the junior brother of Liao Kong." Before Qin Mu could speak, the old monk answered first. Qin Mu was also ashamed at this time. It was the first time he knew the monk's magic name. He originally called Shu Ran to Uncle Master.

After saying this, Le Chen walked in front alone.

Honglian looked at Qin Mu in confusion, and Qin Mu smiled: "I originally wanted to ask Shu Ran, who is a person who knows more about formation, but Le Chen knows it better and is good at it, so he added it."

Honglian didn't say anything about Qin Mu's explanation, but followed Chen and continued to move forward.

There is no road or anything like that when Fushan gets to the lake below, there are weeds and shrubs. Qin Mu couldn't help but feel a little worried when he saw the old monk walking in the front. He knew that Chen could not see anything.

Qin Mu's worries were probably redundant. Just like Shu Ran, the body of the Chen Chen was covered with the Vajra Demon-Subduing Circle, but it was more solid and more relaxed than Shu Ran. After covering his whole body, it was like a giant Taoist machine that squeezed the surrounding bushes aside and squeezed out a path among the many bushes.

Qin Mu, Honglian and others followed behind, not a single point of injury.

When he arrived at the lake, Qin Mu brought all his servant spirits, but Honglian was still not very satisfied. He complained and encouraged Qin Mu to collect more servant spirits. After all, a Wu Zhu can receive the servant spirits under his command. Of course, this has something to do with the amount of spiritual power that Wu Zhu can carry.

Just like Chonghua, in addition to the twelve-day general-like attendant spirits, there are also some very weak attendant spirits. Now these attendant spirits are all in seclusion in the basement under Qin Mu's clinic. Except for Honglian, none of them have been able to leave the seclusion so far.

Fushan is not very far from the lake, and with the dusty Vajra Demon Subduing Circle along the way, they soon arrived at their destination.

The mass grave at this moment looked in a mess. Qin Mu opened his eyes and found that the ghosts were crowded at the edge of the mass grave, densely packed, forming a city wall arranged by ghosts, covering up the situation inside the mass grave.

On the contrary, even with the yin and yang eyes open, you can't see the scene in the mass grave.

You should know that ghosts are transparent. To put it bluntly, they do not occupy space. Now all the ghosts in the mass grave are crowded together, not to mention one next to one, and some even one is superimposed on one. Qin Mu opened his yin and yang eyes and looked over. Many ghosts have become deformed because of the layers of squeezing together. There are 24 eyes on one head, which makes Qin Mu dazzled.

When he was about to approach this ghost wall, Lekong stopped.

Obviously, he also saw the city wall made by this ghost.

Qin Mu hurriedly walked to the front and said to the ghosts: "Borrowed and borrowed!" Qin Mu shouted dozens of times in a row, and the ghosts slowly squirmed. Gradually, a passage that could allow a person to pass came out of the center of the ghost group. The ghost squeezed on the edge was the scholarly ghost that could represent the ghosts last time.

Now the scholar's ghost is full of gratitude, and he keeps saying "thank you" and watch Qin Mu and the others come in one after another.

Qin Mu knew what the scholar's soul was thanking. In fact, Qin Mu and the others could completely ignore these dense ghosts and pass through their bodies directly. However, it was extremely impolite for ghosts. They wanted others to regard them as human beings. Qin Mu gave them enough face, so the scholar naturally thanked them.

When he arrived at the mass grave, Qin Mu finally knew why the ghosts were crowded into the bird. In the entire mass grave, Wu Chen sat on the ground, his legs crossed, and muttered something.

Just like empty, every time he recites a scripture, he forms a Sanskrit word in the air that looks like a substance. The difference is that the Sanskrit word summoned by Monk Wuchen is not golden, but a little dark inside the golden color, which looks a bit dirty.

Unlike Lekong, Lekong's scriptures can exist in mid-air for a long time, and even form scripture chains to arrange formations. However, Monk Wuchen's scriptures can stay for a while if they are five inches in front of him. Once they exceed this range, they will directly dissipate.

I don’t know if Monk Wuchen ate too much wine and meat on weekdays, and he almost finished the Buddhist teachings in his body.
Chapter completed!