Baizhang Waterfall, turbulent and rapid, the roaring water can be heard several miles away. At this time, in the deep pool where the waterfall hits, a big bluestone comes out of nowhere, standing deep in the pool, slightly exposed to the water surface.

On the bluestone at this moment, a shirtless boy sits on the bluestone, although he is under the rapids of the waterfall, but the body is not dripping, you can see the water flowing straight down, to the top of the boy's head will automatically divert to the surroundings, faintly visible to form a big bell around the boy's body.

"Tom ......" is like a bell ringing, and an illusory golden bell shadow around the young man appears and disappears. With a soft shout, the young man had already jumped up from the bluestone, jumped a few feet away, jumped out of the deep pool and landed on the shore.

There were a few clothes on the bluestone on the shore, but next to the bluestone, a colorful tiger fell to the ground, looking as if it had been dead for a long time.

The boy did not take his clothes, but looked down at the place of his heart, where there was a bell-shaped birthmark, red gold sè, almost the size of a heart, covering the heart area.

"In the previous life, I cultivated hard for a long time, and only then did I repair the golden bell jar to the fullest, and there was no leakage in the body, and water and fire did not invade. In this life, it only took ten years to complete the golden bell jar, and the gap is so big, is it because of you?"

The boy looked at the birthmark in his heart, as if he was muttering to himself, and as if he was talking to the birthmark.

The young man's name is Xiong Lin, he was a fanatical martial arts lover in his previous life, and he accidentally got the "Golden Bell Jar" of the Dharma Patriarch himself, and practiced hard for 60 years, so that he could practice the Golden Bell Jar to the fullest, and his cultivation reached the peak of the day after tomorrow.

Later, in order to break through the legendary innate realm, he led the thunder and finally died under the thunder. But I didn't want to die, and I was reborn in this strange world for sixteen years.

The bell-shaped birthmark in the heart has been there since he was born, and Xiong Lin recognized it at first sight, it was the appearance of the golden bell that shrouded his body after he practiced for sixty years in his previous life. I don't know why it turned into a birthmark and stayed on my body in this life.

However, in this life, he began to rebuild the Golden Bell Jar at the age of six, and every time he practiced, he could feel the familiar energy flowing through his whole body from the birthmark of the Golden Bell in his heart, and between the energy flow, the speed of the Golden Bell Jar's cultivation was also advancing by leaps and bounds, and it took him sixty years in his previous life, but it only took ten years in this life to complete the Golden Bell Jar and reach the peak of cultivation the day after tomorrow.

Xiong Lin looked at the birthmark of Admiralty, thoughtfully, picked up the stone clothes and put them on, picked up the dead tiger on the side, and walked downstream along the river.

This is an endless mountain range, the high mountains are covered with snow all year round, the snow turns into water, and the river is left from the mountain, and there are countless large and small waterfalls formed in this mountain range, and there are more than a dozen winding rivers. The boy's home is in a small village downstream of this river.

"Huh?" Seeing that he could see the smoke curling from the mountain village in front of him, Xiong Lin noticed that three people were walking towards him.

An old man in a Taoist robe is holding a dust whisk and carrying a sword on his back; a middle-aged man dressed in a short shirt is holding a broad-backed broadsword; and an elegant man dressed as a scholar does not carry any weapons, but only holds a white fan in his hand, looking around all the way, as if he is a noble son.

"This little brother ......" Xiong Lin didn't intend to pay attention to these three strange people, and walked past the three of them, but the old man in the robe stopped in front of him in one step.

Xiong Lin couldn't help frowning, just now he was less than seven or eight steps away from the three of them, and the old path seemed to collapse in one step. This is not only a profound skill, but also a light skill.

"What's the matter with the Dao Chief?" Xiong Lin asked after a pause.

"Little friendly kung fu, this colorful tiger is rare, especially if it doesn't hurt the fur like this, it kills with one punch!" Lao Dao looked at the dead tiger in Xiong Lin's hand and praised with a smile.

"The Taoist is polite, Shan Ye boy, but he has the strength to do it......" Xiong Lin shook his head slightly and said.

"Old Niubi, where are you talking so much, we still have to hurry, what are you doing in that rowry!" The middle-aged strong man on the side suddenly interjected and shouted.

"Hehe, don't be in a hurry ......with the blood knife," the old Taoist priest replied to the strong man, and then looked at Xiong Lin and said, "Xiaoyou is a hunter in the village under the mountain?"

"Exactly, I don't know what the chief commands?" Seeing that business was coming, Xiong Lin asked cautiously.

"Xiaoyou is a hunter in the mountains, do you think you should be familiar with the mountains around here?" asked the old Taoist Fusu.

"I don't dare to be familiar, I usually go around a few nearby hills, and there are fierce beasts and fierce birds in the distance, but I don't dare to go deep!" Xiong Lin said carefully.

"Hehe, it's okay...... Lao Dao said with a smile, "I have a map here, it should be the nearby mountains, and I hope Xiaoyou can give me some guidance!"

As he spoke, Lao Dao took out a piece of cloth from his sleeve, which was an irregular triangle, but it was a fragment.

"Blood knife, scholar......" Lao Dao turned around and greeted the two again.

The scholar never spoke, didn't even pay attention to this side, and always looked around, as if he was lingering in the beautiful scenery of the mountains. At this time, when he heard the old man's call, he stepped forward, and took out a piece of scrap cloth from his sleeve and threw it to Lao Dao, who seemed to care at all.

The strong man with the knife frowned, seemed to muttered a few words in a low voice, and then stepped forward, stretched out his hand and touched it in his arms for a long time, and also found a remnant picture.

"Old Niubi, you have to return it to me in a while!" said the strong man while handing over the remnant picture while staring at Lao Dao.

"Hehe, naturally! It's all here, what tricks will I play and I won't succeed!" Lao Dao took it with a smile.

"Hmph, forgive me and don't dare!" The strong man's face turned red, and he put down a cruel word.

"Come, little friend, please see if you are familiar with this terrain, and I hope to give me some guidance!" Lao Dao pieced together three remnants, but it was a square quadrilateral map, and the interfaces of the remnants were uneven, obviously caused by vigorous tearing.

The map was a little rough, and Xiong Lin looked at it carefully for a long time before he saw a little familiarity from a cliff. Then I felt that the more I looked at it, the more familiar it became, and it was really a map around here.

Lao Dao was obviously very good at observing words and observations, and immediately knew that Xiong Lin had recognized the terrain, and couldn't help but smile and said:

"How's that, little friend, is it the terrain around here?"

Xiong Lin didn't rush to answer, but still looked at the map carefully. In the northwest corner of the map, a small black flag is drawn, which is obviously important. Xiong Lin looked at the map, compared the nearby terrain, recalled the location of the black sè flag, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and couldn't help but change his face.

"Little friend, but what's wrong?" Lao Dao also saw Xiong Lin's change, his eyes flashed, and he asked with a smile.

Xiong Lin raised his eyes and glanced at Lao Dao, raised his hand to point to the location of the small black flag, and asked:

"Are you going here?"

"That's good!" said the old man with a nod.

"Whew......" Xiong Lin exhaled lightly, shook his head and said, "You can't go there!"

"Why can't you go?" Without waiting for Lao Dao to speak, the strong man with a knife on the side asked hurriedly.

Xiong Lin glanced at the two of them and said:

"Here, we call it the Ghost Forest locally, and the white fog is filled all year round, and there are faint ghost cries every night. Whether it's a man, a bird, or a beast, if you go in, you won't see anyone coming out!"

"That's right, this is it!" the strong man said with a smile on his face when he heard this. provoked Xiong Lin to look strange, and knew that these three people must have a plan here.

"Ahem......" Lao Dao coughed lightly, threw back the remnants of the strong man, looked at Xiong Lin and said, "Since Xiaoyou knows the road, it's easy to do, and ask Xiaoyou to lead the way for us, how about it?"

Xiong Lin had the heart to refuse, but the blood knife on the side had already blocked his way, and a pair of bull's eyes stared at him, revealing a fierce light.

"Then you have to let me send the prey home first, right?" Xiong Lin said helplessly.

"It's okay, we bought this dead tiger, and it happened to be noon, and lunch hadn't been settled yet!"

In this way, Xiong Lin could only helplessly go with the three of them.

In fact, Xiong Lin was also very curious about what the three of them were doing in the ghost forest, looking at the map, the three of them obviously did not go to play out of interest, but must have a map. I can't say that there is really any treasure in the ghost forest, and these three people may also have a way to enter the forest. It's better to take a look at it, and maybe you can send a sum.

He is still very confident in his golden bell jar and the cultivation of the peak of the day after tomorrow. The three people in front of them are not the highest in the peak cultivation of the day after tomorrow, and they can't say that they can finally get a piece of the pie from the three of them.

Now that his cultivation has no way forward again, he will not still be like in his previous life. Originally, he had planned to go out and see the world in a few days, to see if there was anything different, or if there was any chance. If there is really a treasure this time, it can be regarded as a road item.

At noon, by a stream, the four of them cleaned up the dead tiger and roasted it. Around mid-afternoon, Xiong Lin led the three of them to the ghost forest.

At this time, it was still shining, but the fog in the ghost forest had not dissipated for half a minute, and when you stood outside the forest and looked into the forest, it was already difficult to see clearly five meters away.

The three of them took out the remnants again and spliced them together. However, this time, the map was flipped upside down, and the bloody knife swiped the blade of the knife with his hand, bleeding from his fingers, and smearing the back of the map with blood. Gradually, another picture appeared in the blood.

The picture is nine palaces, in which a line is drawn, from the track into the middle palace, twisting and turning straight into the middle palace, and in the middle palace is also painted a black sè small flag.

"Old Niubi, you have the best research on these Qimen Dunjia, see where we should enter?" Blood Knife looked at the Nine Palaces Diagram and asked impatiently.

"Well, wear nine shoes one, three on the left and seven on the right, two or four for the shoulder, six or eight for the foot, and five in the middle palace...... The so-called Kan 1, Kun 2, Zhen 3, Xun 4, Zhong 5, Qian6, Dui 7, Gen 8, Lijiu ......"

The old way is a thought, one hand is still writing and drawing on the ground, and he draws a nine-square grid with his hand.

"Judging from this map, the entrance is in the place of the performance, that is, the Kanyi Palace, we should enter from the north!"

"Due north, there is a cliff, because of the fog, the cliff is bottomless!" Xiong Lin said with a frown.