Hearing this slight knock on the door, and the slightly old words, Wuzen's face showed a smile of relief for a moment.

A monk who sees through the red dust, even through life and death, has no greed or hatred, and naturally should not have any gratifying mood or expression, and as a monk regarded as a monk by most great cultivators, Wuzen should not have such an expression, but he really showed that moment.

"Come in!"

Wu Zen said calmly, he didn't ask anything about it, he didn't ask anything about whether it was successful or not, it was just so calm, calm as if everything was under his control.

With the creak of the door opening, an old monk pushed the door in, and when he saw Lu Yin was also there, he stood on his chest with one hand, showing a polite salute.

Although all this is normal, Lu Yin can clearly see that the old monk is nervous or excited, as well as the beads of sweat that quickly oozes from his forehead, which clearly indicates that there must have been a violent movement just now.

Lu Yin recognized that this old monk was the presiding abbot of the Leadhua Temple, Jueyuan.

This is an ordinary Dharma name that cannot be used in ordinary times, and it should be dispensable for Buddhist believers in the capital, but he really has no apprentice of a Zen master, the only apprentice, which makes Lu Yin have to take a look at it.

Lu Yin nodded and smiled, but his gaze fell on the cheek of Master Wuzen.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and Master Wuzen said softly: "He's here?"

"Well, as you expected, we're quietly entering the ...... of Dushan."

The old monk Jueyuan seemed to want to tell him what he had done, but was stopped by Master Wuzen raising his hand, "Okay, just come back, I'm sure they won't find you." ”

With a silent nod, Jueyuan said softly: "Master, what now?"

Obviously, Jueyuan didn't avoid anything because of Lu Yin's presence, but he didn't say it so bluntly, because he didn't know whether he should let Lu Yin know, he just waited for this Wuzen reaction.

"Haha!"

After a hearty whisper, Master Wuzen glanced at Lu Yin, who was slightly demented, with his eyes, and said softly to Jueyuan: "Then bring it in, Lu Yin is not an outsider." ”

With a respectful yes answer, Jueyuan turned around and left, and in less than a bag of cigarettes, he saw two middle-aged monks outside the door carrying a huge lacquer-red coffin slowly walking towards the demolition of the house.

Lu Yin's heart suddenly froze, although he said that he had killed countless people in his life, and he had seen thousands of dead people, but he also had some inexplicable disgust when he really carried a corpse into the scene of life.

"Hey, you don't want to spend time here for the dead, do you?"

Lu Yin whispered, but he didn't look at Wuzen at all, but kept staring at the coffin that the two monks were struggling to carry.

"Hey, hey!"

Wu Chan sneered, "Here is the disciple I want to give you, I know that you will definitely thank me when the time comes, so I will say no thanks!"

For Wuzen, who has always been crazy and funny, saying this has not changed his style, but Lu Yin has stopped doing it.

"Ah, you gave me a dead man as an apprentice, and I have to thank you?"

Lu Yin's cold gaze was like an unsheathed long sword, piercing Wuzen's face, as if he wanted to disfigure Wuzen's smiling face.

As he was speaking, the two middle-aged monks had already gently dropped the coffin into the meditation room, and in an instant, the meditation room, which had seemed to be very spacious, suddenly became a little unable to turn around.

Moreover, Lu Yin could clearly feel that the two young monks were by no means ordinary people who chanted scriptures every day, because Lu Yin could feel the faint and extreme spiritual energy fluctuations in this meditation room, and the fluctuations clearly came from the bodies of the two monks.

With a strong cultivation, but being able to suppress the aura fluctuations to such a weak level, he must not be an ordinary cultivator.

However, if such a powerful practitioner can show fatigue when carrying a coffin, it must be either that the coffin is too heavy or the distance is too long.

Jueyuan and the two middle-aged monks respectfully closed the wooden door of the meditation room, and the master stood up with a rub, like a child seeing a long-favorite toy, like a little girl looking at her old lover who had been away from her hometown for many years.

"You just said I gave you the dead as an apprentice?"

Master Wuzen asked softly as he walked to the coffin.

However, before Lu Yin could say yes, he asked himself, "Hehe, what if I say that this is not a dead person?"

After speaking, Lu Yin saw Wuzen raise his right hand and push the coffin lid open, and the sound of wooden planks falling to the ground sounded, and the coffin was rudely opened by Master Wuzen.

Lu Yinxin said, what is this old monk going crazy again, why is he so excited, it is not elegant at all.

Out of politeness, Lu Yin did not step forward to see, although he was very curious in his heart, but he was afraid that his curiosity was a trap set by Wuzen, if he took the initiative to see it, and then he couldn't take it, it would be really difficult to explain, especially in the face of this unreasonable old monk in front of him.

"You're coming over and have a look?"

Just as Lu Yin was thinking about what Wuzen was trying to do, Wuchan, who was standing next to the coffin, said softly, with a hint of regret or pity in his voice.

Since the other party invited, the curiosity in Lu Yin's heart also rose for a while, but he still did not show a hurried action, but got up calmly, and walked towards Wuzen step by step elegantly.

"Oops, you've been in the palace for a long time, what's wrong with being castrated?"

Wuzen turned his head and said sarcastically, with a clear anxious emotion in his tone.

Hearing what the other party said, Lu Yin frowned and was very annoyed, although he had long been accustomed to the Zenless style of speaking, but burying you like this every day, how could you stand it.

Lu Yin snorted coldly, and still walked slowly by himself, indicating his calm and loftiness, but when he walked to the coffin and looked down along Wuzen's fingers, his whole body trembled in shock.

In that huge coffin, there was a piece of ice lump of almost the same volume, but this fast ice mound was not simple, because of the heat of summer, its surface had begun to slowly melt, and there was no white ice stubble, plus this piece of ice was quite pure, so I saw the scene in this ice cube at a glance, it was a person.

Although his face was stiff, although it was an expression of constant struggle, Lu Yin recognized this person, or rather, this child at a glance.

"How could he ......"

Lu Yin pointed to Xu Chen in the ice cube and said with some doubts.

"Well, that's why I'm inviting you here today. ”

Wuzen replied in a cold voice, "He's not dead yet, it's like hibernation, but if the ice is allowed to melt freely, then he will definitely die." ”

Speaking of this, Wu Chan paused and said, "However, I don't know much about Taoist exercises, and this cold ice is caused by Taoist advanced exercises, so now only you can take him out." ”

After Wu Chan finished speaking, he looked at the stunned Lu Yin with an extremely serious expression, it was obvious that this was the first time Lu Yin had seen Wu Chan so serious and serious, and even had some pleading looks between his words, which most people had never seen before.

"Well, the hidden cultivation of divine skills, the art of soul substitution, and the method of fake death. ”

Lu Yin said several professional terms in a row, with a master's expression, "I finally know why when I saw this kid for the first time, why I couldn't see through his cultivation, I see." ”

After his face trembled slightly, Lu Yin whispered to Wu Chan: "Of course I can save him, but I have to ask a question first, okay?"

"Yes, of course!"

Wu Chan grinned with a big mouth, and said in a fake manner: "I don't have any secrets, just ask me, and if the monks don't speak, you can rest assured." ”

Hearing this, ordinary people would definitely nod happily, but Lu Yin shook it off quite disdainfully, "It's a good don't say anything, you didn't lie to me once or twice!"

After complaining, Lu Yin still asked a question leisurely, "That is, why do you want to save this child several times, and besides, this so-called soul generation technique is a secret technique in the legend of the Demon Sect, who in the capital can learn such a profound and evil technique?"

Looking at Wuzen's innocent eyes, Lu Yin asked tentatively, "It can't be you, right?"

This sentence is said easily, but everyone knows the severity of this sentence, yes, Lu Yin also knows the gap between him and the great monk in front of him in terms of cultivation, but as long as Wu Chan dares to say that he himself is a person who practices the law of that generation of souls, Lu Yin will definitely not stand idly by, and it is inevitable to turn his face.

Who would have thought that Wuzen was even angrier than him, "I said, how can you think that, if it were me, what would I do with you?"

"Because you think you can control me. ”

Lu Yin replied calmly and solemnly, without expression, he was still tempting, as the national teacher of the empire, he couldn't take this risk and let a person who had learned the Demon Sect's exercises go deep into the capital of the empire.

"Cut, are you sick?"

Wuzen scratched his dirty hair desperately, "That, that, who is lying, who is a puppy, right?"

Looking at Wuzen's eyes, looking at them for a long time, Lu Yin finally nodded slowly, in fact, he didn't care what Wuzen said, he was looking at the expression and eyes of Master Wuzen, and in the end, he believed that this master was indeed not lying.

However, at that moment, his spine became even colder, "So, who is that? Could it be someone from the Dushan Sect?"

At this time, he suddenly remembered what Jueyuan said when he entered the house, as if he said that this coffin was brought back from somewhere in the Dushan Sect, and based on the exhausted state of the other two monks, Lu Yin was even more convinced of his guess.

"Could it really be someone from the Dushan Sect?"

Looking at Wu Chan coldly, Lu Yin seemed to pout and say this sentence, and even he didn't believe it.

Facing Lu Yin's pressing step by step, Wuchan sighed lightly and said leisurely: "You rescue this child first, and then I will talk to you slowly." ”