Master Dia wanted to leave Huaishu Forest quickly, but things were far from as smooth as expected. It seemed that many Qimen formations were added when he went up the mountain, which made him difficult for him to walk. Especially when he encountered a formation he had encountered before, a giant python that was ten feet long appeared, with a bloody mouth wide open, which scared him to tremble his legs. If it weren't for the constant suggestion that he was deeply trapped in the Qimen formation, everything would have been fake, and he would have fainted long ago.

"Going down the mountain, you must go down the mountain as soon as possible!" Master Dia held the bell tightly. Along the way, if it weren't for the string of bells, he would never be able to break the Qimen formation here.

Master Dia clearly remembers that when he was young, he fell into a coma and was rescued by an old Chinese. The old Chinese is a weird man, very capable and knows magic. Later he learned that these are called Qimen Secret Techniques.

Seeing that Dia was smart, the old Chinese also taught Dia some simple little witchcraft, but Dia kicked her out to become a disciple, but the old Chinese refused decisively. So Dia became murderous and took advantage of the fact that the old Chinese were drunk and got the string of bells.

This string of bells is a favorite thing for the old Chinese. Master Dia also knows that this string of bells can enhance the power of witchcraft. Thanks to this string of bells over the years, now at the critical moment of life and death, he relies on this string of bells, so he naturally fears he will lose it.

Suddenly, Master Dia felt a gust of cold wind blowing, and a huge yin energy seemed to be about to penetrate into his body: "No, it's another Qimen formation." He did not hesitate, and shaking the bell with all his strength, and blocking the vitality for a while. But he was also very uncomfortable. The yin energy was continuous, and the vitality in his body was difficult to last for a long time. If it took a long time, he would definitely die.

"Hey, is this a magic weapon?"

Qin Xuebing's eyes lit up. He didn't expect that the other party would carry a magic weapon, and it seemed to be a very good magic weapon: "No wonder this guy can break the formation."

"Isn't there many magical instruments, Taoism, and Buddhism?" The beautiful snake was a little confused.

"In Taoism, there are still a few magical instruments in Buddha's feet, which are just a scam. These strings of bells are different. They are a real magical instrument. After the production is completed, they need to be engraved into the formation and then cultivated with vital energy or yin energy for dozens or hundreds of years. It is rare for a few people in the Qimen to measure it with money at all. It is worthwhile to get these bells this trip."

Qin Xuebing laughed: "It's a pity that this idiot doesn't know how to use it, which causes the treasure to be covered with dust, otherwise it would be really not easy to keep him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Xuebing took out a piece of peach wood talisman from his pocket, pinched a magic trick in his hand, and threw it out: "Fallen down for me!"

Before he finished speaking, Master Dia fell down. Qin Xuebing and others walked closer and saw that the guy was bleeding from his orifices and lost his breath.

"You guys in the Qimen..." The beautiful snake smiled bitterly. Such invisible ability to kill people was too terrifying and could not defend at all.

"Or else will Qimen decline?" Qin Xuebing sighed. It was precisely because the people in Qimen were too strange that they were not tolerated by the world.

It was fine in ancient times, but the people in Qimen were strange in their methods. Even if the imperial family wanted to deal with the people in Qimen, they had to consider it. But now it is different. There are guns and cannons, and the people in Qimen were worried by the world, so they were destroyed.

Fortunately, it is the new century now. If it were in the 1970s, Qin Xuebing would have been dragged out to parade.

Qin Xuebing bent down and picked up the bell. I don’t know what material the line in the middle was made of. There were three bells hanging on it. The middle one was larger, with a thumb head, and a small side, only a small finger.

Qin Xuebing shook it, and the sound was very crisp, but it could be heard that the sounds of the big bell and the small bell were still different. The sounds of the big bell were more empty and quiet, while the sounds of the small bell had a relatively obvious sharp point and a clear metallic feeling.

"The carved on it should be Pu Lao, right?" Ye Zijing said, pointing to the carving on the bell in the middle.

Pulao's name is the fourth beast among the nine dragons. It is shaped like a dragon but smaller than a dragon, and it is easy to sing. It is said that Pulao lives by the sea and is usually afraid of whales. Whenever he encounters a whale attack, Pulao will scream.

So people placed their image on the bell and carved the long wood that hit the bell into a whale shape, so as to make the bell loud and bright.

"That's right, but for this magic weapon, what's the point of engraving Pulao?" Qin Xuebing couldn't figure it out. He never thought that he was just trying to make the sound of this bell louder through Pulao's legend.

If that were the case, why would you make a spiritual pill? It wouldn’t be more practical to just make a big bell.
Chapter completed!