Jingle-ding-dang-dang

 The familiar ringtone once again broke the calm in the tomb. Jin An's expression changed slightly. He was very familiar with this ringtone. It was the sound of Feng Shui bells.

　　It is the mysterious Feng Shui master who went down to the Yinyi River with the ferryman from the underworld.

 The old Taoist priest also reacted.

 He quickly called to Xiejian and the country goddess, and stood together with Jin An.

“Little brother, Mr. Feng Shui, the accomplice of the underworld ferryman, is here! Be careful with that Mr. Feng Shui. Since he can win Feng Shui bells from other Mr. Feng Shui hanging on his body, this one is definitely a master!”

 The muscles on the old Taoist priest's face were tense, and he looked warily at the sound of the feng shui bell.

However.

Jin An noticed one detail. The monkeys that were climbing on the rock wall in triumph were now like them, squeaking and squealing in a restless manner, and jumping around manically to look in the direction from which the Feng Shui Bell came.

That look.

 Just like enemies who are extremely jealous when they meet each other.

 Hate flashed in his eyes.

Jin An looked surprised and looked thoughtful. When everyone was attracted by the feng shui bell in front of him, no one noticed it.

 In the darkness behind the monkey, a pale white hand stretched out silently.

 But the monkey, whose attention was attracted by the feng shui bell, did not notice what was going on behind him. It was not until his palm was about to touch the back of its head that the monkey suddenly seemed alert.

 It noticed something strange behind it, but did not look back.

 Instead, he ran forward a few steps before the battle.

But it reacted quickly, but it still couldn't escape the bad luck of being patted. When it was patted on the back of the head, its body stiffened, and bang, it fell from a high place, and fell to the ground with a somersault, making it squeak in pain.

Zhi shouted angrily, and the eight-treasure box he was holding in his paws fell to the ground.

The monkey noticed that the eight-treasure box in its paws fell to the ground. It wanted to pick it up, but at this moment, a man stepped on its shadow.

 At the moment when its shadow was stepped on.

 The body stiffened.

 Standing motionless in place.

 It's like someone has cast the spell of petrification and turned into a stone monkey that cannot move.

Jingle-ding-dang-dang

The sound of the Feng Shui bell sounded again, but this time it was no longer distant, but very close at hand, right behind the monkey whose shadow was being stepped on.

 A middle-aged elegant gentleman wearing a Tai Chi Bagua robe and three feng shui bells tied around his waist, only then did he walk from the dark shadow behind the monkey to the bright side.

Those three copper feng shui bells all look different.

 After Mr. Feng Shui walked out of the light, he still stepped on the shadow of the monkey, then squatted down and picked up the eight treasure box on the ground.

Facing the successive changes in front of them, Jin An and the captain all frowned and looked at the underworld ferryman and the Feng Shui master who were supposed to go down the Yinyi River together, but suddenly started killing each other.

“Sir, what is going on here?”

“Is the underworld ferryman alive or dead? Is the person whose shadow you have fixed the shadow of the underworld ferryman who descended to the Yinyi River this time?”

 “Are you and the ferryman from the underworld an enemy or a friend?”

 General Duwei, three monks from Bailong Temple, and two mourning brothers.

 Jin'an, an old Taoist priest, a swordsman, a country goddess.

 They are like horns to each other, faintly encircling all the Feng Shui master’s escape routes.

However, Mr. Feng Shui has an elegant and calm temperament. He first lowered his eyebrows and looked at the eight treasure box in his hand. He was not nervous at all about the situation in front of him.

After observing the Eight Treasure Box in his hand with admiration, Mr. Feng Shui raised his head, respectfully clasped his fists and saluted the Captain: "General Captain, there is no need to be nervous. My wife and I have no intention of going against the imperial court, and we have no intention of going against the imperial court.

I have no intention of causing a conflict with the captain."

"General Duwei guessed right. The monkey that changes shape is indeed the real body of the Ferryman from the Underworld. If I hadn't misjudged him at the beginning, the Ferryman from the Underworld would have already used a living person for the first time.

He must have died in the Cave of Thousand Corpses, but it’s a pity that his true form escaped cunningly in the end.”

 After Mr. Feng Shui said this, he suddenly made another even more shocking move.

Mr. Feng Shui suddenly turned to look at Jin An, and then bowed respectfully. The etiquette was even more serious than when he faced the captain: "Shake the same heart, share the same destiny, share the same joys and sorrows, never leave, never forget, as long as

If Mr. Jin An does not take the initiative to take off the Tongxin Lock, and if Mr. Jin An does not take the initiative to forget the Tongxin Lock, no matter where Mr. Jin An goes from now on, if there is danger, the Tongxin Lock will always be with Mr. Jin An."

When Mr. Feng Shui opened his mouth, the first person who was most surprised among the people present was the old Taoist priest who was already stunned with his mouth wide open.

 “White, white coffin…”

The old Taoist priest originally wanted to say that the white coffin was the murderer, but fortunately he changed his mind in time: "Is your wife's cultivation of Yang body going well?"

Mr. Feng Shui clasped his fists at the old Taoist priest and said, "I have met Taoist Master Chen. Everything goes well for my wife."

“My wife has learned about Mr. Jin An’s experience in Fucheng these past few months, so she asked me to help Mr. Jin An.”

“I wonder if Mr. Jin An still remembers the Tongxin Lock?”

Jin An also thought of the huge disturbance in his heart at this time. When he saw Mr. Feng Shui taking action against the underworld ferryman, he thought about many identities of Mr. Feng Shui, but he never guessed that the final outcome would be this...

He is actually another servant of the murderous master of the white coffin.

Go down into the Yinyi River to help him.

After listening to Mr. Feng Shui’s words, Jin An subconsciously touched his chest. Mr. Feng Shui smiled. He understood. He looked at Jin An with a meaningful smile.

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Jin An looked at Mr. Feng Shui's eyes and always felt that the other person's eyes were full of meaning, indicating that he had some misunderstanding about him.

He just acted subconsciously.
Chapter completed!