Lin Yi didn't say it explicitly, but asked, "Master Mo, is there a quieter place?" ”

"Yes, Mr. Lin, please come with me." Mo Wenyuan stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please.

Zhuge Ya originally planned to follow and take a look, but was stopped by Lin Yi.

Helpless, Zhuge Ya could only wander around the Mo family boredly.

Lin Yi followed Mo Wenyuan to the reception room, where the walls were made of materials with very good sound insulation.

Even if there was an explosion outside, it would not be heard from the inside, unless the emergency doorbell was ringed.

"Mr. Lin, it's quiet enough here." Mo Wenyuan said.

Lin Yi glanced around and said, "I don't know if you have heard of Mo Xingsheng's name, Master Mo?" ”

"Mo Xingsheng?"

Mo Wenyuan frowned, he had some impression of this name, but it was not very deep, so he didn't remember it for a while.

After thinking for a few seconds, Mo Wenyuan's eyes widened violently.

"Mr. Lin, are you talking about the Mo family giant who was expelled hundreds of years ago, and Mo is prosperous?" Mo Wenyuan hurriedly confirmed.

Mo Xingsheng's name would definitely not be known to ordinary clansmen, after all, this was already a figure for hundreds of years.

But as the head of the Mo family, he naturally knows a lot of secrets of the Mo family.

It is said that Mo Xingsheng had several disagreements with the Mo family because of a woman from the Yin and Yang family.

And the Mo family and the Yin and Yang family are feuds, which is why Mo Xingsheng was not only expelled from the Mo family, but also not allowed to be buried in the ancestral land of the Mo family for life after death.

It's just that to Mo Wenyuan's surprise, how could Lin Yi know Mo Xingsheng's name.

"That's right, his remains are in my hands, and I hope to bury him in your Mo family's ancestral land, which can be regarded as a fallen leaf and a return to his roots." Lin Yi said with a slight sigh.

"This ......." Mo Wenyuan was in trouble all of a sudden.

After all, Mo Xingsheng is the one who was expelled, and the ancestral land of the Mo family is the most important part of the Mo family, even if he is the head of the Mo family, it is difficult for him to call the shots.

Mo Wenyuan hesitated for a moment and said, "Mr. Lin, this matter is not something I can decide alone, I need to discuss it with the elders of the Mo family." ”

"Hmm."

Lin Yi nodded, and then took out a milky white Shouyuan Pill, which exuded a lot of vitality.

Even just a sniff can make you feel years younger.

"Master of the Mo family, this is a nine-pattern longevity pill, which can increase the life span for a hundred years, as long as you can convince the clan elders to agree to bury Mo Xingsheng's body in the Mo family's ancestral land, it will be yours."

Lin Yi threw out another jujube.

"Shou Yuan Dan of Nine Patterns!"

Mo Wenyuan's eyes widened, and a look of greed flashed in the depths of his pupils.

You must know that the nine-pattern pill is simply the legendary pill, even if it is a first-grade pill, the highest one is the seven-pattern pill at present.

And Shouyuan Dan is a four-pin pill, and its refining complexity is no less than that of a five-pin pill.

Mo Wenyuan never expected that Lin Yi would have the Shou Yuan Dan of Nine Patterns in his hand.

At this moment, Mo Wenyuan really wanted to rob Lin Yi.

However, in the next second, he thought of Zhuge Hong's warning.

Moreover, since Lin Yi dared to take out such a valuable pill, it proved that he must have confidence.

Thinking of this, Mo Wenyuan smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Lin, you don't give me a chance to refuse." ”

"It's up to you, the Mo family master, to do it." Lin Yi said lightly.

"I understand, but, Mr. Lin, why do you have to pay such a price, just to let Mo Xingsheng be buried in the ancestral land of the Mo family?" Mo Wenyuan asked puzzled.

The Shou Yuan Dan of the Nine Patterns is a priceless treasure, and Lin Yi has nothing to do with the Mo family.

He really couldn't understand why Lin Yi would pay such a big price for a figure hundreds of years ago.

Even if Mo Xingsheng's martial arts cultivation reached the legend at that time, it was just a white bone at this moment.

"Someone asked me to do it." Lin Yi didn't say much.

"Someone please?" The doubts in Mo Wenyuan's heart deepened.

"These are not what you need to know, I will put Mo Xingsheng's body here with you first, I hope to get good news from you tomorrow."

After Lin Yi finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the coffin containing Mo Xingsheng's body fell to the ground with a bang.

Mo Wenyuan was a little speechless, this Mr. Lin was really resolute.

He walked around the coffin, and simply looking at the shape of the coffin was indeed made by the Mo family.

"Mr. Lin, I don't know if I can open it and take a look at the ancestors." Mo Wenyuan said.

"Absolutely." Lin Yi said indifferently.

Mo Wenyuan dropped a drop of blood on the coffin, only to hear a click, and there was a sound of the mechanism opening in the coffin, and then he saw that the lid on it opened automatically.

The Mohist technique can be applied anywhere, including the coffin.

If someone else gets the coffin of the ancestor of the Mo family, without the blood of the Mo family, it will not be opened at all.

In the coffin is a pair of white bones, even if the person has been dead for a hundred years, it still exudes a very strong momentum.

Even Mo Wenyuan, as a master of the Spirit Venerable realm, felt his insignificance under this momentum.

"Is this the ancestor?" Mo Wenyuan was very surprised, and from this momentum, he could feel that Mo Xingsheng had definitely reached the realm of legends.

But even if it is a legendary realm, in the end, it can't stop the passage of time and turns into a pile of white bones.

Mo Wenyuan resealed the lid of the coffin again, and then put the coffin into his storage bag.

After all, this is a reception room, and it is not a matter of putting such a large black coffin.

Lin Yi chatted with Mo Wenyuan for another ten minutes, but he didn't stop long, turned around and left the Mo family.

That evening.

Mo Wenyuan called Lin Yi and said that he had discussed with the elders of the Mo family and allowed Mo Xingsheng's body to be buried in the ancestral land of the Mo family.

Lin Yi didn't expect Mo Wenyuan's efficiency to be very fast, and sure enough, no matter what time it was, interests were the most important thing.

After hanging up the phone, Jin Chen flew out of the Seven-Star Xuanhuang Tower.

"Mr. Lin, thank you." Jin Chen was sincerely grateful.

He knew that Lin Yi had paid a precious Nine Pattern Shou Yuan Pill in order to bury Mo Xingsheng's body in the ancestral land.

"Jin Chen, it's a bit out of sight when you say that." Lin Yi waved his hand and said.

Jin Chen was slightly stunned, and said with emotion: "It's still Mr. Lin who can see it." ”

If it were someone else, he would definitely not pay such a big price for a dead person, and only Mr. Lin would have such a bearing.

Of course, the most important thing is that no one else has the Nine Pattern Pill.

Following.

At eleven o'clock at noon, Lin Yi waited with Fang Qingyuan for a while and then got on the plane.

Two hours later, the plane descended in the city of Fengtai.

"Wow, it's finally back."

As soon as Fang Qingyuan left the airport, he immediately opened his arms and took a deep breath.

However, when she thought of her master again, her mood immediately became low again.

Lin Yi was keenly aware of Fang Qingyuan's changes and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"I just thought of the master, and I don't know how long he can hold on to the old man." Fang Qingyuan said.

"Life and death are in the sky, don't think so much." Lin Yi rubbed Fang Qingyuan's hair.

Fang Qingyuan didn't know if it was because of his low mood or something else, but he didn't dodge it this time.

The mosque is at Xuehuafeng in Fengtai City, and when he was on the plane, Fang Qingyuan told Lin Yi that there are currently five people left in the entire mosque.

Lin Yi couldn't help but sigh a little, when he first met Master Fazhao, the mosque was already desolate, and there were only a few people.

Unexpectedly, decades have passed, and the mosque is still as desolate as ever.

The two stopped a taxi, and when Lin Yi said that he was going to Xuehua Peak, the driver stepped on the accelerator and left.

It was the same situation to stop several cars in a row, which made Lin Yi feel a little strange.

It looks like something is going on at Snowflake Peak, otherwise, these drivers wouldn't even be doing business.

And Fang Qingyuan has been running around outside all this time, and he doesn't know much about the things on Xuehua Peak's side.

Lin Yi stopped another taxi and asked straight to the point, "Master, is there something going on at Xuehua Peak?" ”

The driver was a bald middle-aged uncle, when he heard that Lin Yi was going to Xuehua Peak, his face changed slightly, and he said in a low voice: "Young man, you should be an outsider, to tell you the truth, Xuehua Peak is haunted!" ”

"Haunted, what do you say?" Lin Yi raised his eyebrows.

The driver looked around very carefully, and said in a low voice: "It's a female ghost in red, specializing in sucking men's essence, and several people have died there." ”

After a slight pause, the driver said very seriously, "Young man, you have such a beautiful little girlfriend, and my uncle advises you not to think about it." ”

He knew that many young people liked to die, and the more dangerous the place, the more he wanted to go and see it.

When Fang Qingyuan heard the driver's words, his cheeks immediately turned red, and he hurriedly defended: "Uncle, don't talk nonsense, I'm not his girlfriend." ”

"I understand, I understand." The driver showed the expression of a passer-by, girls, it's normal to be thin-skinned.

Lin Yi was a little speechless, and changed the topic and said, "Master, you can take us to the vicinity of Xuehua Peak, and the money will be twice as much as you." ”

"Young man, aren't you still giving up?" The driver shook his head, if he had such a beautiful girlfriend, he couldn't wait to stay at home every day, where would he be willing to take risks.

"Master, let's go there and have business on my side." Lin Yi smiled lightly.

The driver didn't say anything more this time, and he persuaded him anyway.

The two got into the car, and after more than ten minutes, the driver stopped when he was still five miles away from Xuehua Peak.

Lin Yi didn't say much, the rest of the road was still very easy for a martial artist.

"Lin Yi, what do you say the female ghost in red looks like, will it be as terrifying as on TV?" Fang Qingyuan asked with some fear.

"Perhaps." As Lin Yi spoke, his eyes showed a thoughtful look.