Since there are classics to check, of course, everyone will not go around blindly. Shan Ying secretly began to call Lin Xuechu on the side to ask for details.

Waiting until the next day, sure enough, a few officers from the Buddha Kingdom came and sent an ancient book of the Buddha Kingdom.

Zhou Huawen, who is a quasi-national teacher of Buddhism, took the ancient book devoutly, and then raised his head to several officers,

"I am Zhou Huawen, a tired craftsman in Southeast Asia, and I will be your national teacher soon. You're about to become my subordinates, and it's so hard to send things over overnight. Since they are all my own family, don't be polite, stay and have breakfast. ”

A few Buddhist officers still had the majestic demeanor of a soldier, and were planning to sit down for tea and breakfast.

But as soon as he heard Zhou Huawen say his name, his face suddenly changed. Then he stared at him in great fear, his legs began to tremble, and then he said that it was nothing, and ran away.

At first, it was a jog, and after running a certain distance, it began to accelerate, like a few black winds......

Zhao Xiaonian frowned and said, "Brother Zhou, you should come to our White Witch Clan less in the future, otherwise the people who come to our White Witch Clan to see a doctor in the army will not come in the future." ”

Xu Xiaonan said with a smile, "Brother Zhou, I can't imagine that you have been away from Southeast Asia for so long, and your fame is still in full swing." ”

Ning Hao lamented in a low voice, "I don't dare to take a sip of tea when I hear the name." Zhou Huawen has been in Southeast Asia for many years, and I don't know what these people and soldiers have experienced......"

If a person with this reputation wants to be a national teacher of Buddhism, Lin Xuechu doesn't know how much public opinion pressure she has to bear, and Ning Hao and a few others can't help but sweat for her secretly

Zhou Huawen saw the reaction of these soldiers, and he was also a little pessimistic about his future. With a cold face, he began to study the book.

Ning Hao and a few people leaned over to take a look, but they didn't know those words at all, so they had to give up, drinking tea and chatting on the side, waiting for him to find out the way to enter the valley from the classics.

Shan Ying was anxious, and while helping Zhou Huawen add tea and water, he glanced at the classics. But she really couldn't understand the ancient text of the Buddha's country, so she could only sit next to her and be anxious.

Zhou Huawen was watching here, and over there Zhao Xiaonian walked to Ning Hao's side with a red face and said,

"Brother Hao, two days ago, Mr. Xinghe came to me to solve the Gu. Gu gave him an explanation, he had to send this cashier's check, and said that it was a congratulatory gift from you and Brother Zhou to be the Holy King for me. That's too much for me to accept. ”

Ning Hao looked at Zhao Xiaonian dumbfounded,

"Xiao Nian, you won't talk about it in Hongfeiyuan before. Now you are also the Holy King of the White Witch Clan. There are many places where you need money. Even if you think about yourself, you have to think about all the people of the White Witch Clan. ”

After speaking, Ning Hao pointed to the simple bamboo rammed earth buildings in the cottage, and said to those yellow-faced and thin-skinned children,

"If you look at the houses that these people live in, it's like a kennel. If you look at these children, they don't have enough food and clothing, and they can't get a good education. You can spend this money with peace of mind, build roads, bridges, houses, build schools for them, and build dormitories. You can't lose yourself, you must make the taste of the Holy King, and don't let your master underestimate you. ”

Zhao Xiaonian nodded silently, turned around and asked the old village owners to find the village owners to come over for a meeting. Discuss how to use the money to improve the living environment.

It wasn't until the early afternoon that Zhou Huawen closed the thick book, and then pulled Ning Hao aside a little embarrassed,

"Master Hao, I have studied this book several times, and finally understood the key points. ”

"What's the point, just say it. ”

Ning Hao looked straight at him, secretly wondering why this guy didn't pull Shan Shan together to discuss. Obviously, everyone came here to help Shan Ying, how could they keep her out of the matter.

Where did Zhou Huawen know Ning Hao's thoughts, but instead pulled him farther away, and then began to speak,

"Master Hao, this Thousand Corpses Valley was originally the Ayi Alan Temple, a quiet place for the Buddhist family, why was it called the Valley of the Thousand Corpses with such a depressing name. It is because the poisonous mist produced by the fog tumor that protects the Yutan Borneo flower is suitable for walking corpses such as iron corpses. Not only is it not harmful to them, but it also has a nourishing effect. So after being discovered by the unknown White Witch Clan, it became their corpse breeding ground. ”

Zhou Huawen paused and said,

"It is recorded in the classics that this poisonous fog will permeate for a hundred years as long as it is generated. Living creatures are absolutely inaccessible, and it is a fundamental problem for us. Zhao Xiaonian could manipulate the iron corpse to enter, but she had only entered the Valley of a Thousand Corpses, and she didn't know anything about where the Ayi Alan Temple was. ”

Ning Hao saw him pulling farther and farther, and couldn't help coughing dryly,

"Can you pick up the key points, why don't I call them over to discuss it, so that you don't have to talk about it again for a while. It's okay to waste your saliva, the key is to waste everyone's time. ”

Zhou Huawen waved his hand violently, looked at the side of the single chin and said,

"I'd better discuss this matter with you first, and don't let Shan Ying know. ”

Then his voice lowered, "Master Hao, I have thought of a way now, and it may be the only way." However, this method is a bit difficult for single cheeks to accept. ”

"If there is a fart, let it go quickly, others are not even afraid of death in order to take the last step, what can be done is unacceptable. ”

Ning Hao frowned and looked at Zhou Huawen, secretly wondering if this kid was stimulated just now, afraid that he would not become a national teacher, and now he has begun to transform into a good person who thinks about people everywhere.

Zhou Huawen let out a long sigh and said,

"She's not afraid of death, but she's not necessarily afraid of this. If you really want to get the temple of Ayi Alan, the fog tumor in the underground palace and the stems of the Yuanjue Youtan Bora flower, you can only refine a living corpse with spiritual wisdom on the spot. Living corpses are not afraid of poisonous mist, as long as she remembers the terrain of the dungeon and the method of opening it before she is alive, refining into a living corpse just after death will retain these memories for a period of time. And during this time, she can pass through the poisonous fog and take out what she wants. ”

When Ning Hao heard this, he gasped, this method is something that no one will accept. Glancing at the single cheek who was looking over here, Ning Hao said dryly,

"What do you mean to let Shan Ying remember the terrain of the dungeon and the method of opening it first, and then kill her and immediately refine her into a living corpse, and then let her go to the dungeon to find the stalk of the fog tumor and the Yuanjue Youtan Bora flower by herself?"

"Yes, it's the only way. ”

Zhou Huawen scratched his head and said,

"She's looking for those things, and she's the only one to do it. But can it be revived after refining into a living corpse...... It depends on Xiao Nian's method of refining corpses. If the means are skillful, although the living corpse is dead, the three souls and seven spirits are still hovering around the body. As long as the movement is fast enough, and the soul does not dissipate within three hours, it is still possible to come back to life. ”

"How likely is it that this kind of life is alive?" Ning Hao felt that his throat was a little dry, and Zhou Huawen's thoughts were too crazy.

Zhou Huawen paused and said,

"We have to discuss this matter with Xiao Nian first, if she has the means to refine the dead object into a living corpse within two or three hours. I estimate that the probability of a single hip surviving is at least 2 in 10,000. ”

Ning Hao's heart tightened, the probability of coming back to life was 2 in 10,000, what was the difference between that and dying?