Walking in the desolate dilapidated ancient temple, Lin Han continued to go deeper, except for a few tower temples, he didn't find any other buildings.

At this time, in front of him, there were a total of nine pagoda temples, standing on the ground, surrounded by some withered rattans, etc.

It looks like it's full of an antique atmosphere.

"In the ninth tower temple, there seems to be a vague power fluctuation." Xiao Que said in his mind, but in his tone, there was also a sense of surprise, and he continued: "Xiao Hanzi, be careful after entering, in this old little temple, I can always feel a strange atmosphere. ”

Eerie aura?

Lin Han's eyes flickered slightly.

However, he is a martial arts practitioner, so he is naturally not afraid of any ghosts.

Moreover, Lin Han knew very well in his heart that if he found the source of the power of this temple to protect the Buddha's light, maybe he would be able to find some Buddhist treasures, and when the time came, he would even be able to deal with the evil sword scholar, no matter how bad it was, he would be able to take the opportunity to escape.

Stomp Tread...

Lin Han followed Xiao Que's instructions and slowly walked into the ninth tower temple.

Inside, the light was mixed, the walls were old, and the air was cold, as if it was soaked in an eerie smell of death.

"Xiaoque, are you sure that the Buddhist treasure is here?" Lin Han walked towards the darkness in the depths of the tower temple and asked with some uncertainty.

However, the little finch did not make a sound.

"Sparrow?"

Lin Han's eyes flashed, calling in his mind.

But the little finch still didn't make a sound.

"What's the situation?" Lin Han touched his nose.

Could it be that there is a mysterious power in this tower temple that restricts the communication between himself and the little finch god?

Lin Han thought in his heart, and was about to return outside, asking why the little bird didn't say a word.

However, at the moment when Lin Han just turned around.

"Ugh..."

An old sigh suddenly came from the darkness deep in the temple tower.

This sigh, far away and empty, carries an eerie meaning, like an immortal old corpse, awakening from the depths of the earth and sighing.

"It's not really going to hit the ghost."

Lin Han listened to the sigh, as if it was ringing in his ears, and suddenly the corners of his mouth twitched, and he rushed towards the outside.

But at this moment.

"Smack!"

A hand, without warning, suddenly pressed on his shoulder.

Through his clothes, Lin Han instantly felt that that hand was unusually cold, and it was extremely hard, like the shriveled and bloodless palm of a thousand-year-old corpse...

At this moment, Lin Han only felt that his heart was about to beat to his throat.

However, the strong mind suddenly calmed Lin Han.

"What's there to pretend to be a ghost there? Come out for me! ”

Rumble!

A powerful aura suddenly burst out from Lin Han's body, and he suddenly broke away from the strange palm, directly turned around and pulled out the rusty sword on his back, and slashed out towards the back.

"Dang!"

But the next moment, the rusty sword was suddenly grasped by a shriveled palm.

The palm of the hand was as hard as stone, so hard that it was hard to speak.

You must know that now Lin Han slashed with all his strength, and the strength was at least hundreds of thousands of catties, and with the hard material of the rusty sword, it definitely had incomparably terrifying lethality.

But even so, he was still grabbed by the shriveled palm like this, and he couldn't move at all.

"Little donor, guard against arrogance and rashness." An old figure sounded.

Almost as soon as these words fell, a figure emerged from the dark depths of the tower temple.

"Your Excellency is the monk who lives here?"

Lin Han withdrew the rusty sword, his eyes filled with a sense of jealousy, looking at the figure that appeared.

But in the next moment, in the field of vision, the figure was completely revealed, making Lin Han's expression change suddenly.

That figure, where is a monk.

It was just a cyan monk's robe, stained with mottled blood, empty inside, suspended in mid-air, with a shriveled palm sticking out of a tattered sleeve.

Everything else, all of them was empty.

Blue monk's robe, shriveled palms, old voice.

The scene in front of him made Lin Han feel strange and cold for a moment.

"This little benefactor doesn't have to feel weird, he is the last abbot of this dilapidated small temple, thousands of years have passed, the monks are all dead, only the lonely soul of the abbot is left, because of some obsessions, so he is not completely dead, relying on this cyan monk's robe, retain some memories in front of him." In the empty cyan monk's robes, a sigh came out.

"It turned out to be the remnant soul of a master, and it was rude just now." Lin Han looked at the cyan monk's robe in front of him, and immediately hugged his fists.

He knew that the cultivation of this cyan monk's robe during his lifetime was absolutely earth-shattering.

Thousands of years, what a long and vicissitudes of time, this old monk has been able to survive until now.

Even, although there is only a trace of remnant soul left, there is also a shriveled palm, which can resist his full force blow at will, which is too strong.

His cultivation, thousands of years ago, must have been an incomparably terrifying Buddhist power.

"The evil sword scholar outside?" Lin Han spoke up and asked tentatively.

"The evil calamity has finally come again, although my small temple is dilapidated and no longer glorious, it is not something that a small evil corpse can set foot in." The cyan monk's robe said, making Lin Han secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems that the power of the Buddha's light that blocked the evil sword scholar before was the cyan monk's robe helping each other in secret.

"Anyway, thank you for the master's help."

Lin Han hugged his fists again, and then looked embarrassed, and said, "The junior dared to enter the master's hidden cultivation place this time, in fact, to find a way to get me out, I don't know the master?" ”

In Lin Han's thoughts, he wanted this cyan monk's robe to make a move to block the evil sword scholar, but he didn't know if this old monster who survived thousands of years ago was so easy to speak.

Even though Buddhist practitioners have always been compassionate, not every Buddhist practitioner has such a good heart.

"The little donor wants me to help you solve the disaster?" A light laugh came from the cyan monk's robe, as if he had already guessed Lin Han's thoughts.

"What the master said is exactly what the younger generation thinks." Lin Han nodded suddenly.

"I can help you, but you also have to do one thing for me." The cyan monk's robe said loudly.

Do one thing for this cyan monk?

Lin Han's eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly said tentatively: "Is it the 'obsession' that the master just said?" ”

"The little donor is very wise."

The cyan monk robe sighed, and then said slowly: "That's right, the reason why I have survived until today is because I have always had an obsession in my heart, if I help you deal with the evil sword scholar, my last bit of strength will be exhausted, and my obsession will not be completed, the little benefactor is a person who is destined, or, before I die, help me complete this obsession." ”

An obsession that lasts for thousands of years?

Lin Han's heart shook slightly, and then he said: "If the master is willing to sacrifice his life to take righteousness and make a move for the juniors, the juniors will naturally help the master and complete your last obsession, but, what is that obsession?" ”

"You'll know if you come with me."

The cyan monk's robe said, and then floated to the depths of the tower temple.

Seeing this, Lin Han hesitated slightly for a moment, and then followed.

He knew that he had to use the power of this old monk's remnant soul now, and as for what obsession he had to help him complete, he would see when the time came.