Chapter 142. The World of Vessels: Demonic Spirits Appear
Mo Fan also felt Mu Nujiao's resentful gaze, but he pretended not to notice and then said, "Let's look around this temple first, and ask the old monks here if they have anything to hide."
At a time like this, if I were to make eye contact with her again, it would be like holding a pig waiting to be slaughtered next time.
The others nodded in agreement and began searching the temple.
A moment later, the group arrived at the back of the mountain, where there was an abandoned ancient path, which appeared to have been used in the past.
The forest behind the mountain is quite dense. Following that deserted path, you can still see stone lanterns standing on both sides. If you sweep away the thick soil and weeds, you can still see signs that the deserted path was paved with marble.
The path on the back mountain was longer than I had imagined. The stone lanterns on both sides of the path were covered by weeds, and some lush branches even stretched out onto the road, intersecting and blocking pedestrians.
Clearly, the plants here didn't welcome people entering, but Mo Fan simply set them ablaze, and the plants offered no resistance whatsoever.
The path began to ascend the mountain slope, and on a high platform extending to the edge of the valley, Mo Fan saw a very ancient brick and tile building. It was hidden under the dense canopy of trees and obscured by weeds and bushes. If it weren't for the faint path leading there, they might not have been able to find it.
Mo Fan unleashed a wave of fire, reducing everything except the wooden house to ashes.
Mo Fan still has this level of control.
Soon, they saw the wooden fish there, a very strange object. What was strange was that the wooden fish, which should have been smooth and used to make sounds, was covered with patterns on its curved surface. The patterns intersected regularly, and within the small squares were strange characters, not like cherry blossom script, but more like ancient magical characters!
To remind them, Mo Fan deliberately reached out his hand.
The wooden fish released a bright yellow shimmering thread, which quickly traveled to Mo Fan's fingers, causing him to instinctively pull them back!
"A restriction?" Jiang Shaoxu looked at the wooden fish, which looked like a discarded object, with the same surprise and confusion on his face.
"It looks like a magical artifact. Strange, why would it be left here like this?" Nan Jue said.
Nan Jue was exceptionally skilled in magical artifacts. She walked over to the wooden fish and examined it closely.
Nan Jue hovered his palm over the wooden fish, not touching it directly, because the restrictions on it were very strong.
She closed her eyes and used her mind to sense the wooden fish. The yellow lightning bolts disappeared and instead gradually softened.
"This should be a shield magic tool, but its function is not just as a defensive shield; it also contains other powers," Nan Jue said.
"You understand this?" Mo Fan asked.
"I know a little." Nan Jue nodded.
"Then you can take a look at it. I think there's a magical artifact here, and it might be related to Zhao Manyan's matter," Mo Fan continued.
"Um."
In this desolate temple, a soul-summoning incident occurred. And in the back mountain, there lies a vessel, hidden away.
The fact that there was a connection between them didn't seem strange to any of them.
A restriction is actually a kind of magic that restricts others from touching, approaching, and suppressing their strength. It is similar to a magic circle and requires other things as support.
Tools are often the best carriers of restrictions, so don't be fooled by the fact that this wooden fish is just covered with a bunch of strange ancient magic runes. In fact, it may be a tiny magic circle. Once someone touches it, it will release a very powerful force to resist it.
After sensing the surroundings, Nan Jue said, "I think I've found the reason for the soul-snatching. There's a spirit within this vessel. Only by finding it and eliminating it can Zhao Manyan be awakened."
Nan Jue explained it carefully, and Mo Fan happened to understand it himself, so he followed her instructions and asked her to help him enter the process.
After entering, Mo Fan didn't actually do anything; he just got a general understanding of the world inside the vessel.
Unfortunately, his comprehension skills were not good enough, and he couldn't figure it out.
After staying there for a while, Mo Fan came out.
After Mo Fan woke up, Nan Jue asked, "Did you find anything?"
"Yes, but we need to go down the mountain tomorrow morning to ask the local inhabitants. Otherwise, we still won't be able to confirm it," Mo Fan said.
Next, all we need to do is wait for tomorrow to arrive, then go and kill that demon.
Damn it, after this matter is over, Mo Fan feels that he needs to have a serious talk with Zhao Manyan!
Without his father's help, how could this kid have possibly obtained a Soul-level totem artifact? You see, this Baxia artifact also provides considerable value as one's strength increases.
"In that case, we'll have to ask again tomorrow during the day," Nan Jue said.
The next day
Early in the morning, everyone headed down the mountain, while the monks went to Manying Mountain to perform a ritual.
Mo Fan had been in the vicinity the whole time. When he saw the mountain suddenly glow with a blood-red light, a light that was both incredibly vivid and eerie, like sunlight reflecting off a lake of blood, he immediately went up the mountain.
There are almost no plants on Manying Mountain. At the foot of the mountain is an old neighborhood that is about to be demolished. The construction team has made the place dusty. The mountain is covered with broken stones, and even weeds are hard to find.
At this moment, dozens of blood-red stones floated up on Mount Manying, forming a strange and evil cursed blood map that shrouded the mountain.
There were some grooves on the ground, and for some reason, bright red blood was flowing from them, and a fishy smell immediately filled the air.
The blood continued to flow along the grooves, forming a cursed blood pattern that corresponded to the bloodstones in the air. When viewed from above, it looked exactly like a three-dimensional skull!
After the blood-red patterns on the ground were drawn under the guidance of the bloodstone, they began to fly together and pile up in the very center of the mountain, forming a towering stone tombstone!
Except for the side with the inscription, the originally messy strokes have completely turned into lines of eulogy. The dried bloodstains are bright red, as if someone had just carved them in blood!
"What happened? Why did it suddenly turn out like this?!" The fat monk in the kitchen screamed, his voice like that of a frightened woman.
"A ghost is taking our lives! It must be a ghost taking our lives! I told you we should leave the temple as soon as possible, and now we're doomed…" the middle-aged monk in charge of the precepts cried out in a hoarse voice.
The other four or five monks, still dressed in their ritual robes, were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground. A chilling wind and the smell of blood filled the air. Beneath their feet was a ghostly painting with a blood-written tombstone in the center. They had never seen such a terrifying sight before. Even though no demons or monsters appeared, they could barely stand.