Elder Fang secretly admired this stinky boy for his affection and righteousness, although those red-clothed Toutuo disciples had followed him for many years and were also loyal and dutiful, but after all, it was difficult for them to become big with a dull mind.

In the years since he fled Siam and fled to Burma, he has been looking for a disciple with good roots to inherit his mantle, but he has never found a suitable candidate. The circle of Siamese people is small and complicated, and it is inevitable that they will catch up with the power of the Thonburi Dynasty, but this young man from western Yunnan from the Qing Dynasty is clean and has nothing to do with the Siamese factions, which can be reassured. What's even more rare is that he has a deep affection for the dead master, and he will run around for the soul of the underworld to return to the yang. If this kind of person becomes his own disciple, he will also be loyal and filial, and now there are fewer and fewer young people like him. Although I really want to accept him as a disciple, after all, I haven't been friends for long, and I still need to observe for a while.

"Elder, please drink water. The red-robed head came to him with a kettle.

"Hmm. Elder Fang nodded and took the kettle, looked at Mo Yan, saw him arranging the bow and arrows on the side, and secretly said in his heart, this kid is not arrogant or impatient, and he can become a great weapon.

Mo Yan sat there leaning against the stone base and fell into deep thought, not even realizing that Elder Fang had come to him.

"Mo Yan, why are you thinking so fascinated?"

Mo Yan raised his head: "Elder, I'm wondering if there's something in the river that can turn a big living person into blood overnight. ”

Elder Fang muttered: "I remember that there is an old narrative poem in the Khmer that there is a kind of blood flea in the depths of the primeval jungle by the Cave Saari Lake, which specializes in sucking the blood of people and wild animals, whether it is fresh blood or dried and coagulated blood, but this is just a legend, and no one has really seen it. ”

"Oh, I see, the fleas in the Central Plains also eat human blood, but it's all blood, and the coagulated blood clots can't be sucked anymore. Since the blood flea you mentioned can even suck in dried blood, it can explain what happened last night. Blood fleas have a way of turning dried blood back into blood and water before sucking it, and after thousands of years of changes, they are now powerful enough to dissolve human flesh and even bones into blood. Mo Yan suddenly realized.

Elder Fang nodded approvingly, this kid is flexible in his inferences, and it is really a good material.

"It seems that the body of the blood flea is extremely small, so it can get through the urethra of a person. Mo Mo muttered to himself.

"The deity is thinking that he can use the Siamese secret technique to raise blood fleas, and in that case, he will be the king of poisonous Gu. Elder Fang said thoughtfully.

"You mean raising a big blood flea?"

"Well, the deity thinks it's completely feasible, feed it with secret techniques and your own essence blood, and it will be loyal to you in the future, and after collecting the Five Elements Demon Pill, the deity will bring some blood flea samples back to study. ”

"Elder, don't forget the 'Golem', I'm still waiting to save Master's soul. ”

"Don't worry, you can't delay, do you know what the unique mastery that the deity relies on to become famous is? It is the 'Yin Phase', and the 'Golem' is sublimated to the ultimate level on the basis of the Yin Phase, so the Buddha is sure that it will be refined quickly. ”

"Ultimate level, what would that look like?" Seeing that Elder Fang was in a good mood, Mo Yan asked at the right time.

"The lower level is 'mirror image', which is the image of the Buddha-figure that you break on the stone wall in the cave of Myeongjin Island, which can only be manifested on smooth objects such as stone walls, bronze mirrors, walls, and water. The intermediate level is called 'Yin Xiang Man', and you can use the ** of people who are fat and thin in height to feed your saliva, hair or dander, and even urine and feces, and this person will become more and more like you until it is completely the same, and can have the same thinking consciousness and habits. The 'Demon Shadow' of the 'Three Laughs Flying Heads Descending' Kun Cry is also something similar, and its level is between the mirror image and the Yin phase person. ”

"The Holy Infant of the Yin Gate will also make 'Yin Person'. Mo Yan remembered his elder brother and Shi Yuhe among the brothers and sisters who collected medicine in the Green Snake Valley.

"Hmph, Niang Xian just knows a little bit of fur, her Yin Xiang can't read activities, and she needs to hold her hand often to control it, so it's not as good as Zhikun's 'Demon Shadow'. ”

That's the case, Mo Yan remembered it, no wonder Shi Yuhe always held Yu'er's hand, I used to think that he pitied Yu'er's miserable life experience, but it turned out that it was Yu'er holding hands to control Shi Yuhe. If he didn't have a fetal breath at that time, he pretended to be dead and was extracted from the earth soul, and Mo Xuan, a person in the yin phase, would also take Yu'er's hand back to Mojiayi, maybe he would make up some nonsense to deceive his father and mother.

"Do you still need to extract the earth soul to make the 'Yin Man'?" Mo Yan asked.

Elder Fang smiled: "The Holy Infant Niang has only spied some fur, so it needs to extract the earth soul to infuse the thinking consciousness and habits of the body, etc., and the deity is enough to rely on those hairs and dandruff and the like." ”

Mo Yan nodded and said, "It's still the elder's skills." ”

"And what about the 'Golem'?" Mo Yan then asked.

At this time, the sky was overcast, and a lightning bolt followed, followed by a torrential downpour.

Elder Fang ordered everyone to retreat to the temple, and everyone hid in the decaying hall, where the red-clothed head lit the candle he carried with him, and the faint candlelight flickered in the gloomy hall.

They then lit a bonfire and baked their clothes while cooking in a pot.

A lot of red eyes appeared in the darkness, hiding under the corner pillars and staring at them motionlessly in the cracks in the wall, Mo Yan opened his soul eye and looked over, it turned out to be some huge brown rats.

A red-clothed head threw a few dark darts with a flick of his hand, and after hearing a few "squeaks", a few mice fell, and the rest scattered. The red-clothed head stepped forward and carried the dead rat to the campfire, peeled the skin and removed the intestines with a swift movement, and then set it on the fire to bake. The rat skins and internal organs were thrown out of the hall, causing a group of rats to snatch and eat them in an instant, licking their mouths and continuing to stare at them.

The heavy rain outside the hall kept falling, and it seemed that it couldn't stop for a while.

"You can't trap spirit beasts tonight, let's rest on the spot for the night. Elder Fang said helplessly.

After the meal, everyone sat around the fire to sleep, Elder Fang was also squinting and meditating, Mo was bored and walked outside the hall, standing under the eaves and looking at the dark night sky, the rain did not stop at all, it is said that the heavy rain in the tropical rainforest often fell for several days.

Elder Fang seemed to be a little better to himself at the moment, but he was still wary, he said that the "Golem" was a high-level spell that could save Jin Danzi's soul, but he refused to tell the details.

A flash of lightning flashed across the night sky, and at the moment of lightning and thunder, Mo Yan seemed to see a white figure flickering by. He hurriedly opened his dementor eye, and sure enough, he saw a very slender figure of a woman in white walking along the corridor towards the east.

Mo Yan didn't have time to call Elder Fang, so he hurriedly followed and chased after him. The woman in white did it lightly, her body seemed to be floating and walking, and her feet didn't even touch the ground, so Mo Yan could barely keep up.

There was an empty space in front, and in the center was an altar more than two feet high, which had also been entwined by thick tree roots, and the figure of the woman in white disappeared here.

Mo Yan jumped up in the air and picked an unknown large leaf to cover his head, and then braved the rain to check, how could a woman appear in this sparsely populated primeval forest, it was really incredible.

On either side of the altar, the vine-wrapped stone walls reveal some strange reliefs, an unknown god vividly dancing the magic weapon in his hand, and on the front parapet there is also a delicate relief, and a graceful woman is dancing. Behind the altar stood a life-size mottled statue, with a slender figure but a pained expression, like a clay sculpture.

Dementors noticed that there was a small stone door open in the parapet, and that the woman in white might have entered from here. Mo Yan hesitated for a moment, but curiosity drove him to step into the stone gate, he completely entered the state of fetal breathing, quietly walked in the dark, and soon made a discovery.

The woman in white stood in a small stone room, although she couldn't see her five fingers in the four corners, Mo Yan could still clearly see that there was a stone bed in the center of the room, and there was an unusually tall ** man lying on the bed. His face happened to be hidden by the back of the woman in white and he couldn't see his appearance, but the thick ribs bulging like a cow came into view, which made Mo Yan feel a little uneasy.

The woman in white appeared to vomit, and then spat out a live red spherical creature the size of an egg, resembling a flea, into the palm of her hand.

Mo Yan remembered the ancient Khmer narrative poem that Elder Fang said during the day, could this be the legendary blood flea in the poem?

The woman in white turned sideways and gently fed the red creature in her hand into the man's mouth on the bed, her face extremely cold and poignant.

At this moment, the face of the man on the bed was completely exposed to the eyes of the dementors, and Mo Yan's heart suddenly sank, this person was the national teacher Tie Bodhi who had died in the underground grotto of the ancient city of Ayuthaya, that is, Kun Si (to be continued. )