My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

Chapter 3 Heartless Bell

The two walked out of the library side by side, sincerely trying to suppress their anxiety.

Soon, soon, as long as you enter the patriarchal hall, you can suppress this evil.

"Sir sincerity, are you hungry? If we eat a vegetable pancake and go, it won't take much time anyway." Chen Mu said suddenly.

Sincerity's heart skipped a beat, and quickly returned to God: "Okay, let's eat first."

The two turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Daoren He was absent-mindedly washing the dishes.

Sincerely told me that Taoist priests got up very early today.

After breakfast, all of them were sincerely arranged to practice on the square in front of the Ancestor Hall.

On the one hand, it urges qi and blood to protect itself, and on the other hand, it blocks the intersection to prevent evil spirits from escaping.

"I don't know if that evil spirit has been suppressed." He Daoren was thinking when he looked up and saw a figure with a pale face and dark eye sockets.

He Daoren's frightened heart almost stopped.

"Let's have dinner!" Cheng Yi hurriedly spoke in advance.

He Daoren shook his hand and hurriedly prepared meals for the two of them.

Chen Mu devoured it, swallowed two of his own vegetable cakes in two or three times, and almost poured a bowl of porridge directly into his mouth.

After eating, I stared at the sincere vegetable cake without blinking.

"I'm not too hungry, you can eat." Cheng Yi's eyelids jumped.

"Okay!" Chen Mu happily took the sincere vegetable cake and chewed it.

Sincerity quickly ate his gruel and sat beside him pretending to be relaxed, but Yu Guang stared at Chen Mu.

Seeing that Chen Mu had eaten all his vegetable pancakes, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It should work now. Just bring this guy into the patriarch...

"Can you give me another bowl of porridge? I'm choking." Chen Mu looked difficult.

"Okay!" Sincerity resisted the urge to grit his teeth and waved at He Daoren.

He Daoren gave Chen Musheng porridge with a sad face.

Let the evil spirits have enough to eat and drink, so how can they fight? !

But if he doesn't give it, what will he do?

He gave Chen Mu the porridge with a bitter face, watched the other party drink it all in one gulp, and hiccupped contentedly. He Daoren was nervous and itchy.

"Young Master Chen, can you go now?" Sincerity tried to suppress the fluctuating breath.

"Let's go, start early and collect your work early." Chen Mu was satisfied, and followed his sincerity to a majestic hall.

At this moment, in the small square in front of the hall, seven or eight Taoists were wearing bunts and practicing martial arts in full swing.

Chen Mu stood beside the square, watching the Taoist practice with great interest.

Sincerity was anxious, but did not dare to urge too much, for fear of being noticed by this evil spirit.

After watching for a full quarter of an hour, Chen Mucai walked into the Patriarch's Hall with a reluctant expression.

Looking at Chen Mu who walked into the patriarch's palace with sincerity, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"No matter what kind of evil you are, if you have the bell to suppress you or not, you will definitely die!" Cheng Yi suddenly regained his composure, glanced at the disciples who were practicing the exercises, and followed up the Ancestor Hall with a relaxed expression.

"Chen Gongzi, please read, the scriptures are here." Yiyi pointed at the east wall of the Patriarch's Hall with a smile on his face.

"I don't know that the mystery is upside down, but I want to know that the fire is good for planting lotus. I will bring the white tiger home and raise it, and I will produce a pearl like a full moon..."

The whole wall is a huge stone. A mysterious scripture is engraved on the dragon flying and phoenix dance.

The font is elegant and atmospheric, and the scriptures are esoteric and bizarre. Looking at it, it makes people feel mysterious and longing in their hearts.

"Good word, I'll start copying it." Chen Mu found a table and unfolded the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

good word? What kind of words does an evil spirit know, and he still wants to get away with it!

"Please, Young Master Chen." Sincerity smiled slowly, his eyelids drooped, and a cold light flickered.

While Chen Mu was not paying attention, he quietly came to the offering table in the Patriarch's Hall.

A bronze bell with a little patina is being buckled in front of the incense burner on the offering table.

Sincerely and respectfully bowed and saluted, got up and quickly picked up the copper bell.

The bell is slap-length and has a handle. The top of the grip is sharp like the tip of a gun.

The surface is inscribed with human face patterns, embellished with patina and rust, and is simple and heavy.

Turning over the copper bell, at a glance, there was no Duo Tongue.

With sincerity, he turned to look at Chen Mu, who was copying books seriously against the wall, and smiled coldly: "Pretend!"

Sincerity used the handle spikes to plunge into the palm of his left hand, and immediately placed the blood dripping palm in the air on the mouth of the copper bell.

An invisible suction force was generated, and the break in the palm was like an unscrewed faucet, and bright red blood quickly flowed out into the copper bell.

In just five breaths, sincerity's face became extremely pale.

The blood was suspended in the copper bell out of thin air, rotating and converging, forming a crystal blood bead the size of a peanut.

"Inadvertently ringing the bell, I tell you to show up immediately!" Sincerity stared at Chen Mu's back, and shook the copper bell fiercely.

The crystal blood beads acted as Duo's tongues, and scattered on the copper wall.

clang!

A distant bell rang suddenly.

An invisible wave centered on the bell and quickly spread around. Then it was refracted and rebounded by the walls of the Patriarch's Hall, and it continued to reverberate and gather in the entire Patriarch's Hall, but it never spread to the outside of the temple.

Chen Mu, who was seriously copying the scriptures, was shocked, and his body suddenly froze in place.

Ha ha! Let me see what the hell you are!

Sincerity stared at Chen Mu eagerly.

"Uh..." A long burp came out of Chen Mu's mouth.

Sincerity: "..."

Why doesn't it work?

The unintentional bell has clearly been prompted?

Is it not powerful enough?

Sincerity gritted his teeth, pierced his left hand again, injected blood, and then shook the bell fiercely.

clang!

The distant bell rings again.

Chen Mu's figure stagnated again.

Sincerely, the left hand makes a fist!

done!

"Daoist, keep ringing, this bell sounds really nice." Chen Mu, who was stiff in place, suddenly turned around.

Sincerity: "..."

"Are you okay?" Sincerity asked cautiously.

Chen Mu frowned and thought: "I just feel that my stomach is a little bloated."

Sincerity: "..."

"Go ahead and shake it, the bell and the scriptures match very well." Chen Mu scratched his head and smiled.

"Huh..." Still shaking? You are afraid that you want me to die!

Carrying the copper bell, he approached Chen Mu and looked at the text that had been copied.

The structure is coordinated and the handwriting is elegant. It is basically the same as the Chen Mu font I saw for the first time, and it is even better, with a little more ethereal charm.

Am I guessing wrong?

Was the evil spirit scared away by Wuxinling last night?

Wuxinling is the ancestral tradition of Qingfengguan. It is said that it came from the ancient pure Yangdao, and it specializes in fighting all kinds of ghosts and evil spirits.

The person in front of him did not respond to Wuxinling, indicating that the soul and flesh of the other party are one, and they are not possessed by evil at all.

Thinking of this, sincerity only felt dizzy for a while.

This heartless bell is very powerful, and it consumes a lot of energy. It needs a lot of blood to motivate.

He was a strong man who practiced the exercises all the year round, and his face turned pale after being sucked only twice.

The key is that it hasn't worked yet, it's like outputting to the air for a while, but nothing happens!

The more he thought about it, the more top-heavy he felt.

No, no, no, no, I have to go and take some medicine.

Put away the Wuxin Bell, and leave the Patriarch's Hall with sincerity and embarrassment. He was afraid of fainting here.

Seeing the sincerity of leaving in a hurry, Chen Mu couldn't help but pouted.

Isn't it just to let you ring the bell twice, to run.

Does that ringtone sound really comfortable?

He looked up at the translucent gray wall in front of him.

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