Chen Qing was extremely horrified!
He almost fell down, quickly rolled to one side, and picked up the hammer at his waist.
However...
That ghost was just a ghost sculpture.
The rope happened to be hung in its hand.
Looking at this sculpture, he still had lingering fears in his heart.
Having experienced the Ghost Tide, he didn't think this was just his imagination.
He tentatively swung the hammer hard at it...
Boom!
A dull sound.
It didn't sound like a stone statue, but rather like hard leather, or... dried meat.
He felt a bit creepy in his heart, but no matter whether it was real or fake, there was no possibility of retreating.
Even if there were ghosts in the tower, he would still brace himself and continue walking!
There were many ghost sculptures on the seventh floor, but they were all suppressed by a tower and looked like their bellies were ripped open and intestines spilled out.
Things like house-protecting talismans and copper gourds for protecting the house are usually placed on the beams.
The space on the seventh floor was not high. Except for the very center, Chen Qing could touch it even on tiptoe.
However...
He touched the first beam, but there was nothing.
The second beam, nothing.
The third beam...
Soon, Chen Qing was covered in dust, but he didn't touch anything.
"How could this be?"
Chen Qing was slightly distracted and touched all eight beams again.
Still nothing.
Then, he carefully searched every wall and every inch of the ground, but still nothing.
Could it be that this was a joke played by the owner of the tower?
Chen Qing secretly gritted his teeth.
Suddenly, he looked at the sculpture on the seventh floor:
A tower was suppressing a group of ghosts, and the ghosts were pressed until their bellies were broken and intestines flowed out.
"Is it in this sculpture?"
Chen Qing would never allow himself to return empty-handed!
Even if he had to dismantle the entire seventh floor! Crush it!
He would find it!
If it wasn't on the seventh floor, he would search on the sixth floor! The fifth floor! The fourth floor!
He had brought the hammer and without hesitation, swung it hard at the tip of the tower in the sculpture!
Crack!
Broken stones flew everywhere, and sparks shot out.
Chen Qing's heart sank.
This was carved from a whole large stone, and the tower couldn't be inside.
If it were a clay sculpture, it might be possible to hide something inside.
But how could it be possible with a whole large stone?
But at this time, Chen Qing seemed to be possessed and kept hitting.
Cracking sounds were heard everywhere.
Ding!
Suddenly, a clear metallic sound was heard.
The already somewhat obsessed Chen Qing was slightly stunned and looked over again.
The tip of a small tower was exposed in the middle of the stone sculpture!
"Found it!"
Chen Qing was overjoyed!
A quarter of an hour later, the whole body of the small tower had emerged.
Chen Qing grabbed the tower body and pulled hard. Suddenly, his hand loosened!
Bang!
Chen Qing sat on the ground with the Demon-Suppressing Tower in his hand.
At the same time, a burst of cold and gloomy air suddenly burst out from the cavity where the Demon-Suppressing Tower was.
Hiss hiss hiss hiss...
Whoosh... whoosh...
Whispers were heard one after another.
It seemed that someone was blowing in Chen Qing's ear.
These ghostly auras were full of ghost shadows, most of which were a bit illusory and couldn't be seen clearly.
But one of the ghost shadows was particularly solid, knocking on a bamboo tube and passing through the wall.
Each knock was like hitting deep in Chen Qing's soul.
Chen Qing's hair stood on end all over his body, clenched the Demon-Suppressing Tower and protected it in front of his chest, "All evils retreat! All evils retreat! All evils retreat! All evils retreat..."
"Thank you, young master, for saving me~"
A sweet voice circled around Chen Qing. It was an ancient woman holding a flower umbrella.
Her face was a bit illusory and couldn't be seen clearly, but Chen Qing's intuition told him that she was a top-notch beauty.
A female ghost holding an umbrella?
Chen Qing's heart was pounding, but he didn't seem to remember such a person in his memory.
After a while, the movement disappeared and it became quiet.
It was just that some ghosts on the seventh floor of the Wugui Tower seemed to be too late to get out and were dazed.
These were the lowest-level wandering spirits, also called the initial stage. They basically shattered at a touch and were almost harmless to people.
Of course, Chen Qing wouldn't take the initiative to provoke them and immediately retreated.
He came to the first floor in one breath and finally let out a sigh of relief.
It was a small iron-cast tower, about the size of a mineral water bottle, with extremely fine workmanship and clear small window lattices.
"This is the Demon-Suppressing Tower!"
The Seven-Treasure Demon-Suppressing Tower!
One of the two super ancient artifacts in Ximing City!
With this thing, Chen Man and he were basically safe!
It was just that looking at the footprints all over the tower, Chen Qing frowned...
Time passed quickly.
Soon, it was already slightly bright.
A little monk ran to the abbot's bedroom.
"Master, there was movement in the Wugui Tower last night."
"Movement?" The abbot frowned. He naturally knew that it was because there was someone inside and casually said, "Oh, there was a donor who was wholeheartedly devoted to Buddhism. He asked to stay inside for one night."
"Oh..." The little monk was about to leave when he turned back and said, "But the sound I heard came from the fourth or fifth floor."
"Oh?"
The abbot couldn't sit still.
He didn't even put on his cassock and directly took the key and the little monk and walked quickly towards the Wugui Tower.
He quickly opened the door, and a thick cloud of dust rushed towards his face.
It was like smoke.
The whole tower was full of dust, making the abbot cough several times.
"Donor!"
"Donor!"
After shouting several times, Chen Qing's voice came from upstairs.
"Coming."
The next moment, Chen Qing, covered in dust and already unable to see his original appearance, appeared on the first floor.
"You... donor, what happened to you?"
The abbot was stunned.
"Oh, I saw that the dust was very thick, so I just cleaned it up. Huff - huff -" Chen Qing blew the dust off his body and said, "Master, do you have a water basin? Many of the statues are covered with dust and need to be cleaned properly. Oh, by the way! I accidentally stepped on a hole. I don't know how to compensate."
Chen Qing's footprints were everywhere in the tower and couldn't be hidden, so he simply pretended to have cleaned it all and hid the traces of his going to the top of the tower.
"No, no, no, no, no," the abbot was deeply moved, but still waved his hands repeatedly, "Donor, safety is the most important! Safety is the most important! This tower has been left unattended for too long. Please don't go there again!"
He added:
"As long as you have the Buddha in your heart, you don't have to be too rigid about the form."
Chen Qing reluctantly said a few more words, but they were all rejected by the abbot.
After a while, the little monk ran out and said, "Master, this donor has swept up to the fourth floor."
The abbot said shamefully, "Alas! We chant scriptures here every day, but we are not as good as you, a layman."
"Not at all."
"Donor, please come to the temple for a meal."
He was very polite, but there was also another meaning: Please stop! Stop!
Chen Qing turned around and took out the "urn", and the little monk immediately locked the door. He even added an extra lock.
Holding the "urn" containing the Demon-Suppressing Tower, Chen Qing was satisfied.
Today's temples are more or less tainted with a commercial atmosphere, but they are still quite strict about eating.
There were steamed buns, porridge, and stir-fried green vegetables. There was no meat.
While eating, Chen Qing thought of something and asked, "Master, do you have the 'Vajra Subduing Demon Skill' here? Maybe I remember it a bit wrong, but it's almost these words."
"Does the donor need it?"
"My grandfather mentioned it. He said that this skill can strengthen the body, especially for people who believe in Buddhism. Practicing this skill is better."
"Yes, there is..."
Chen Qing quickly pushed a thick envelope over.
"Master, please allow it! For the sake of my sweeping four floors of the tower! I am truly wholeheartedly devoted to Buddhism!"
"Uh..." The abbot took a bite of the steamed bun with the green vegetables and finally nodded!
Chen Qing was even more overjoyed!
He didn't expect to have this unexpected gain!
This body-refining skill was a first-class skill.
Body cultivators had many advantages in the Blood Moon. The biggest advantage was that they had thick qi and blood and could burn ghosts.
A body cultivator's fist was like a red-hot soldering iron for ghosts.
Among several famous body-refining skills, Chen Qing only knew this one. He just asked casually, but he didn't expect that the source was here.
Chen Man's skill was hopeful!
In the previous life, Chen Man burst out with dazzling blood light at the last moment.
That was the natural Qi and Blood Realm!
After the two finished eating, they came to a study.
The high shelves were full of books.
Most of them were modern products, and a few older ones might be forty or fifty years old.
The abbot took out one of the books, "Vajra Subduing Demon Skill", and handed it to Chen Qing.
Chen Qing was immediately speechless.
It was a printed copy!
There was even a price of 22.8 yuan at the back!
Is it appropriate for you to sell it to me for 50,000 yuan?
Chen Qing smiled and shook his head. He didn't take it and just said, "My family also has this one."
The abbot was a bit embarrassed and said, "The original was already very damaged. I'm afraid..."
Chen Qing stuffed another envelope over.
"Master, even the original is probably worth less than 5,000 yuan on the market, but my grandfather is wholeheartedly devoted to Buddhism. Please do me a favor."
Since he knew about it, there was no reason to let it go.
Anyway, money would soon be a pile of waste paper.
Even if he took out all the one million or so on him, it would be okay.
The abbot beamed with joy, hugged the two envelopes, and came to a safe.
"There is even a safe..."
Chen Qing tactfully turned around.
With a clicking sound, the abbot handed a very damaged ancient book to Chen Qing.
It said "Vajra Subduing Demon Skill" in traditional Chinese characters.
Chen Qing was overjoyed!
Although it looked like it would break at a touch, after the Blood Moon, perhaps even bullets couldn't penetrate it.