Lan Feng had a strange look on his face, put the only remaining storage bag in his hand into the package, got up and picked up the candle, and walked slowly in the direction of the wooden box. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I remember that Senior Brother Bai Zhen said today, since this cave was built, no one has ever been here, how can there be a box?" Lan Feng muttered to himself in his heart, squinting his eyes and looking ahead carefully by the light of the candle.

It's okay not to look at it, this time, Lan Feng's feet trembled, and he almost fell, and suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the flame on the candle that was already shaking was extinguished at this moment.

Lan Feng stood in place in despair, and said in a trembling voice: "There is someone next to him...... Human bones. ”

The darkness in front of him made him panic, and he quickly pinched the trick with both hands, and a spark passed from his fingertips to the candle, and everything around him brightened up again.

His palms were sweating, he looked at the pile of white bones in the corner in front of him, drew a cross on his chest with one hand, and comforted himself: "God bless, this is a dead man, it will be fine." It's all a pile of bones, and it's supposed to have been dead for a long time. Even if there is a soul, it should go to the Netherworld, and it won't be here......"

At this moment, a stream of white gas suddenly emerged from the temple of the human skull in the corner and floated to the wooden box, which was instantly surrounded by white gas.

In Lan Feng's dumbfounded eyes, the wooden box was wrapped in the white gas and floated in front of him, and with a "pop!", it fell to the ground.

Lan Feng was already speechless in surprise, his legs were weak, and he sat on the ground.

In his previous life, he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but since he came to the world of novels, he has slowly changed his opinion. Since there are gods in the world, there must also be ghosts.

As a monk who cultivates and seeks the Tao, how can he be afraid of ghosts? Even though he has always admonished himself like this, he has never really encountered any unjust ghosts. At this moment today, he is really cold and his back is cold.

"Senpai, no matter what reason you died at the time, it must have nothing to do with me. Even if you want to find a substitute for the dead ghost, you have to find someone who harmed you, I'm just a cowardly innocent monk, just let me go!" Lan Feng knelt on his knees and kowtowed three times in the direction of the white bones.

The pile of white bones didn't seem to be as he imagined, standing up, still leaning motionless against the wall, except for the temple where a little white gas slowly came out, and there was no movement.

Lan Feng sat on the ground and observed for a long time, but the white bones did not move at all.

"Could it be that person who is not blind to death, will he be angry?" Lan Feng tentatively stood up from the ground, the pile of white bones, still leaning motionless.

Lan Feng wasn't as nervous as he was just now, and his eyes turned to look at the dilapidated wooden box on the ground.

This wooden box looks like it should have a long history, and it has accumulated over time and is covered with a thick layer of dust. Lan Feng blew lightly, and the dust suddenly flew up, choking him and coughing loudly.

When the dust settled, Lan Feng vaguely saw a strange symbol engraved on the wooden box. Out of curiosity, he used his hand to wipe the wooden box clean.

It was then that he could really see the color of the wooden box.

This wooden box is dark red, with three strange symbols painted on it, and the finished characters are distributed. In the middle of the three symbols, there is a small circular black hole.

Lan Feng became interested and observed it intently.

As he picked up the box, a dull yellow piece of parchment fell to the ground from the bottom of the box, with fire marks on the edges of the parchment. In addition to these, the sharp-eyed Lan Feng soon discovered that there were words on the parchment, and the color of the words was dark red.

He picked up the parchment and squinted at the flickering light of the candle to observe it closely.

"The deceased probably did not have a pen, and before he died, he used blood instead of pen and ink to write this blood letter. Moreover, all the words are evenly thickened and neatly arranged, and they should be written with spiritual control. Lan Feng saw that the handwriting behind him was getting lighter and lighter, and he was more and more sure of his guess, the deceased was not an ordinary person, but a monk.

In order to confirm his suspicions, he carefully read the parchment blood letter.

"I am a monk of Fanghu Mountain, who has been working for a hundred years, and finally comprehended the way of heaven and was able to turn into an immortal and fly to the heavenly realm. Helplessly, the heavenly jealousy of the talent, when I resisted the eighty heavenly tribulations and was ready to meet the last one, the heavenly tribulation suddenly disappeared. As a result, I became a scattered immortal, and although I have an infinite lifespan, my cultivation will forever stagnate in the Mahayana period.

I have been heartbroken for many years, and finally accepted the facts and thought of a way. Unfortunately, this method is too complicated, and I have more than enough heart but not enough strength, so I explored it with a fellow Taoist friend who is also a scattered immortal, and finally studied this method.

This method is an invincible golden pill technique. Taoism takes the cooking of gold and stone as the outer Dan, the dragon and the tiger are breathed, and the old and the new are the inner Dan. This method will combine the internal and external alchemy techniques, and it will be a unique technique. Helpless to make people, success is imminent, Taoist friends have evil thoughts, take advantage of my unpreparedness, sneak attack from behind.

I was seriously wounded, and at the last moment of my life, I fled here with all the magic weapons I had developed. I lived for a thousand years and died of betrayal. So when he was dying, he wrote a blood letter, waiting for someone who was destined to be enlightened. ”