Chapter 167 - Locking Chain (1/2)

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The old monk practiced his fist move for a while before running into the kitchen and saying loudly, “Benefactor Wei, you’re in luck today. I found something good in the back of the mountain.”

Wei Huo followed him into the kitchen and saw some white fungi. They were all rare. Wei Huo warned him, “Be careful not to eat them.”

After hundreds of years, the mushrooms must have evolved. They could not be eaten casually.

The old monk smiled. “I’ve been on this mountain for decades. How could I not recognize poisonous mushrooms? These are lotus immortal mushrooms. They have medicinal value. I saw a few of them at the back of the mountain and picked them. I didn’t expect you to come here today for a visit. This is fate. God wants you to stay.”

Wei Huo smiled. “What a coincidence. I brought something good too.”

Wei Huo took out a few purple plants. They looked like cabbages, only they were purple. A long stem extended from the center, and a small purple fruit was hanging from the stem.

This was the main food of the Naga. It grew under the ground and it emitted purple light in that dark environment.

The old monk started washing vegetables. At that moment, Wei Huo realized that the old monk had a tattoo on his arm. Apart from the tattoo, there were also many scars on his arm.

Wei Huo asked, “Master, are you really not planning to leave the mountain? The outside world has changed. It’s no longer the world you knew!”

The old monk shook his head. “Nothing outside has anything to do with me. I just want to die here. I’ve already dug my own grave. Before I die, I will crawl into my grave and let the passage of time cover my corpse.”

Wei Huo frowned slightly. “Master, I think you’re not an ordinary person. I wonder what you were doing before you came up the mountain?”

The old monk’s eyes focused. A trace of fierceness appeared in his gentle, benevolent eyes, but a moment later, they returned to normal. “Amitabha. I have already escaped into emptiness. The things that happened before I went up the mountain have nothing to do with me. Now, I’m just an ordinary old monk.”

Wei Huo did not ask any other questions. However, he knew that this old monk, who knew all sorts of martial arts, was definitely not an ordinary person.

Since ancient times, Buddhism had been a quiet place one sought for shelter. Many extraordinary people chose to hide themselves and their lives after failing.

The simpler a temple was, the more terrifying the person in it was!

For example, many tourists visited extremely lively temples. Most of the monks there were staff members and not real monks. They did not chant and only abided by the rules to earn money.

Of course, there were still some accomplished monks who lived in seclusion and did not care about the world. After all, they were too lazy to interact with ordinary people.

After dinner, Wei Huo said, “Master, I want to go to the Dragon Lock Well. You better find a place to hide.”

The old monk sighed. “I knew you were here for the Dragon Lock Well. I know you’re powerful, but you have to be careful. A few foreign explorers came to the Dragon Lock Well to explore it and never came out.”

Wei Huo was speechless.

There might be a real dragon in the well. If the Chinese entered it, they would be rewarded, but all foreigners would be eaten.

Wei Huo arrived outside the steeple. According to the old monk’s advice, he could jump through a broken window on the third floor if he could not open the door.

Wei Huo walked around the steeple and saw a broken window on the third floor. He jumped through it.

The steeple had nine floors. It was a nine-story pagoda built to suppress demonic dragons. Wei Huo arrived on the bottom floor of the steeple and saw the Dragon Lock Well.