It was a burly man with disheveled hair and tattered clothes.
The burly man had a head of scarlet hair that resembled burning flames. His face was rough and his gaze was like a torch. He glared at Su Zimo's face and his lips curled into a sinister smile.
Thick, rusty chains coiled around the burly man's arms, legs, torso and neck!
As the burly man stood up, a series of clanking sounds rang out from the chains!
The most frightening thing was that two of the chains pierced through the burly man's shoulder blades!
The moonlight was pale.
Graves were everywhere and there were many tombstones.
The fact that such a burly man with a malevolent aura was standing in this cemetery further proved Su Zimo's initial guess!
This was an extremely frightening malevolent ghost!
The burly man's gaze circled Su Zimo a couple of times and the glint in his eyes intensified, as though he had discovered something new.
Finally, the burly man leaned forward and sniffed with an increasingly satisfied expression before bursting into laughter.
"Gagagaga!"
The laughter echoed in the silent and gloomy mausoleum, sending chills down one's spine!
Su Zimo could see clearly that the other end of the chains on the burly man's body was embedded deep into the ground, trapping the burly man in the center of the cemetery!
As long as the burly man moved slightly, the chains around him would tighten!
Su Zimo was relieved.
Although the malevolent ghost was frightening, there was nothing he could do as long as he did not approach.
"Kid, you're too timid. Why are you hiding so far away?"
The burly man grinned. "Don't worry, come over boldly. It's not like I'm going to eat you!"
Su Zimo sneered.
He had been in the cultivation world for eight years and had been through a lot. The burly man's clumsy method of goading him was truly unpresentable.
If he were to walk over, it would be against his will.
"Red-headed ghost, if you have anything to say, say it here. I can hear you."
Su Zimo's tone was calm and his expression was as usual.
"Red-headed ghost?"
The burly man's eyes widened and his tone changed, turning murderous!
"Kid, you're calling me a red-headed ghost?"
A ferocious glint flashed in the large man's eyes.
Su Zimo curled his lips and sneered fearlessly, "Stop showing your teeth. You can't even move. Who are you trying to scare?"
"Hehehehe …"
The burly man grinded his teeth and smiled maliciously.
Su Zimo asked, "Red-headed ghost, I don't have time to chit-chat with you. What do you know about the blood-robed woman from eight years ago?"
At the mention of the blood-robed woman, the burly man's expression changed slightly. A trace of fear flashed through the depths of his eyes.
Immediately after, the burly man revealed a gloating expression.
"Ga ga ga ga!"
The burly man grinned and said, "That woman back then was really powerful. In just one exchange, the old bald donkey's Silent Meditation and Motionless Meditation that he had painstakingly cultivated were all broken! Hahahaha! I'm dying of laughter! "
In the past year, Su Zimo had read some scriptures in the Sutra Depository and had some understanding of Silent Meditation and Motionless Meditation.
In the Buddhist sects, there were monks who would cultivate all sorts of Zen techniques. It was equivalent to a secret technique to raise their cultivation realm.
The harsher the requirements of the Zen techniques, the more their cultivation realm would increase!
For example, the Silent Meditation of the Buddhist sects was also known as silence or forbidden speech.
Simply put, it meant that one could not speak.
Buddhists believed that the reincarnation of all living beings was caused by the three karmas of the body, mouth and mind.
Silent Meditation was used to reduce one's mouth karma so that one's cultivation realm could advance.
Motionless Meditation did not refer to the body being motionless, but the mind!
One must not use their mind recklessly and reduce their mind karma.
Either of these two Dhyana techniques was extremely difficult to cultivate.
Su Zimo had not expected that the old monk of the ancient temple would choose to cultivate two Zen techniques at the same time.
More than that, he had not expected that Die Yue would be able to break both of the old monk's Zen techniques.
The burly man continued, "Back then, when that woman arrived here, she barged into the Great Strength's Hall without a second word. She took the Saraca Flower, a sacred item of the Buddhist sects, and turned to leave."
"Heh, that old bald donkey was naturally unwilling and wanted to stop her. In the end, he was sent flying with a single slap from that woman! Haha! "
At that point, the burly man seemed to recall what happened back then and could not help but roar in laughter as the chains on his body rumbled.
If not for the restraints of the chains, the burly man would have been jumping in joy.
Su Zimo was sweating profusely.
Die Yue was way too ferocious …
The burly man continued, "That old bald donkey was stunned by that slap and forgot about his Silent Meditation for a moment. When he saw that the woman was about to leave, he got up from the ground and said, 'Female patron, please hold on … hahahaha!'"
Su Zimo looked a little embarrassed.
He wanted to laugh as well.
But now that he had joined the Buddhist sects, the old monk could be considered as his master.
However, he could not laugh.
Therefore, he could only stand on the spot and endure it with pursed lips. His face was flushed red and it was tough to hold it in.
When the burly man talked about what happened eight years ago, he was really eloquent, vivid, and incessant.
Su Zimo listened quietly at the side.
It was as though he could see the scenes from back then.
As he spoke, the burly man lamented and sighed. "It's all thanks to that woman. Otherwise, I …"
At that point, the burly man suddenly paused and stopped talking.
Su Zimo frowned.
It was clear that the burly man was hiding something and did not say anything.
Su Zimo was about to ask when the burly man changed the topic and talked about how glorious, strong and invincible he was in the past!
The burly man took an entire hour just to talk about his first battle after leaving the sect. He was so excited that his saliva flew everywhere – he was not done yet!
"To think that this red-headed ghost is such a chatterbox."
Su Zimo was getting increasingly impatient.
Apart from everything about Die Yue, he was not interested in anything else the burly man said.
Su Zimo could not help but interrupt, "Red-headed ghost, you said that you have a way to help me recover my Inner Core?"
"That's right."
The burly man nodded before glaring at Su Zimo. "Don't interrupt me. Wait for me to finish. What's the rush?"
"I'm not interested."
Su Zimo sneered and turned to leave.
Clang!
Suddenly, the sound of chains rattling could be heard behind him.
This time round, the sound was a little strange.
Su Zimo turned back instinctively.
Su Zimo was scared out of his wits with that single glance!
The spot where the burly man was initially chained was now empty!
The only thing left were chains that laid silently on the ground!
"This …"
Su Zimo was completely stunned.
Right then, he suddenly felt a shadow flash past his head. Thereafter, the muscles on his neck tightened and he was lifted up by a strong hand!
The scariest thing was that he could not move at all!
Thereafter, the burly man's voice sounded.
"Let me tell you, those broken chains are just for show. Do you really think that a few pieces of scrap metal can trap me?"
"Who am I? Back then …"
"I've been cooped up at the bottom of this valley for so long. Now that I finally have someone to talk to, where do you think you're going?"
"Initially, there was a little monk who was rather nice. Initially, he often came to accompany me. Later on, for some reason, he never appeared again …"
Su Zimo felt as though his head was about to explode, as though countless wasps were buzzing around him.
He finally understood why Ming Zhen was so terrified and reminded him repeatedly not to come to the backyard of the grand hall.
At the same time, in the Sutra Chamber, Ming Zhen put his palms together with a sympathetic expression and sighed. "Junior Brother Ming Xin, good luck to you."
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