Chapter 392 The Bones Fragrance (1/2)

Fang Yanying did not know how to reject her uncle-master's request. Thus, she asked, ”What is it that uncle-master wants me to get?”

Shen Lian closed his eyes, and used his index finger to softly knock the Five Elements Magical Sword and said, ”When you're there, you'll meet the monk in the temple, then you ask from him for a drop of 'Amrtod'.”

Fang Yanying bowed her head as a sign of respect. Then she prepared to leave without asking what was going to happen if the monk did not want to give it to her.

She went there just to take. If the monk did not want to give her she could still take it.

When he saw that she was going to leave, Shen Lian passed her the magical sword that was wrapped in a cloth and said softly, ”Take this with you.”

Fang Yanying got the sword then she left the mountain and approached the majestic city in front.

Her breathing was the same as the sword's breathing. When she walked past, she could feel the Qi of the heaven and earth like the tides were attacking her and the magical sword wrapped in a cloth in her hand. But she and the sword were like the bottomless black hole, despite being washed away by the spiritual tides, there were complete silence and no changes.

Looking from afar, she could already feel that the city was tall and enormous. When it was near, she felt it was even more magnificent.

When she walked into the city, she saw a board and then there were words appearing. She could not recognize the words but she understood the meaning of the words; 'Shengguan Temple'.

Fan Yanying easily got into the Shengguan Temple and she felt that upon entering, her uncle-master's attention on her disappeared.

She saw a monk who was in his old age, hunching his body and he looked as though he already had one foot in the grave.

”Why are you here, benefactor?” The old monk asked.

Fang Yanying spoke politely, ”I'd like to ask for a drop of 'Amrtod' from master.”

The old monk shook his head and said, ”There's no 'Amrtod' here.”

Fang Yanying knew that her uncle-master would not lie to her. She knew that there must be 'Amrtod' so she stared at the old monk. But if he did not want to tell, how should she tackle him?

The old monk did not feel irritated by her long stare but he suddenly laughed and said, ”Do you know what 'Amrtod' is?”

Fang Yanying paused and spoke with honesty, ”I don't know.”

The old monk gave a mysterious smile and used an eerie tone and said, ”That's Buddhist sect's drug of immortality, the same as the Daoist sect's immortal celestial elixir. When one takes a drop, he or she will be able to live forever. But in order for one drop to exist, it'd be an aggregation of countless powers of decease from the dead.”

Then, Fang Yanying smelled a faint delicate fragrance, what came into her eyes was countless bones.

She finally understood that the smell came from the bones, and that was the bones' fragrant. The bones started moving and quickly piled up. The old monk sat on top of a small mountain made of the bones. His shriveled skin was filled with flesh, there was a crackling sound. His skeletons were transforming, and he looked extraordinarily tall and big.

This was a glorious scene formed from bones, a temple for the dead people. Suddenly, the old monk's soul and aura changed, there was an arrogant and autocratic aura in him.

He spoke loudly, ”If you don't want to leave, then you can stay here.”

Fang Yanying finally realized why a temple as huge as a city could be built in this wilderness. People in this temple did not have a concern about daily routine because even if there was somebody here, the person would be a dead one.