Versatile Mage: I became the Great Mofan

Chapter 142. The Vessel World, the Demonic Spirit Appears
Mo Fan also felt the resentful gaze from Mu Nujiao, but he pretended not to notice it and said, "Let's look around this temple first, and ask the old monks here if there is anything they are hiding."

At this time, if I look at her again, I'm afraid that next time I'll be holding a pig waiting to be slaughtered.
The others nodded when they heard this and began to search towards the temple.

After a while, they arrived at the back of the mountain. There was an abandoned ancient road in the back of the mountain. It seemed that someone had walked on it before.
The forest on the back mountain is quite dense. Along the deserted road, you can still see the stone lamps standing on both sides. If you sweep away the thick soil and weeds, you can still see signs that the deserted road was paved with marble.

The road to the back mountain is longer than imagined. The stone lanterns on both sides of the path have been covered by weeds. Some lush branches even extend to the road, crossing to block pedestrians.

Obviously, the plants here don't welcome people to enter, but Mo Fan can't resist him and just burns them with fire. These plants are no match for him at all.

The path began to go up along the slope of the mountain. On a high platform that extended to the edge of the valley, Mo Fan saw a very old brick building. It was hidden under the dense tree canopy and covered by weeds and bushes. If there was no vague path leading there, they might not have been able to find it.

Mo Fan directly attacked with a wave of fire, and everything except the wooden house was reduced to ashes.

Mo Fan still has this level of control.

Soon, they saw the wooden fish there, a very strange thing. The strange thing was that the wooden fish should be smooth and used to make sounds, but the arc cover of this wooden fish was full of scratches, the scratches were staggered regularly, and there were strange words in the staggered small grids, which did not look like cherry blossom characters, but more like more ancient magic characters!

In order to remind them, Mo Fan reached out his hand.

The wooden fish directly released a bright yellow lightning thread, which quickly reached Mo Fan's fingers, and Mo Fan subconsciously retracted it!
"Restriction?" Jiang Shaoxu looked at the wooden fish, which looked like a discarded item, in surprise, with a look of confusion on his face.

"It seems to be a magic tool. It's strange. Why is it placed here like this?" Nan Jue said.

Nan Jue was particularly proficient in magical tools. She walked to the side of the wooden fish and examined it carefully.

Nan Jue hovered her palm over the wooden fish, but did not touch it directly, because the restriction on it was very strong.

She closed her eyes and used her mind to sense the wooden fish. The yellow lightning thread did not appear again, but instead gradually softened.

“This should be a magic shield, but its function is not just as simple as a defensive shield. It also contains other powers.” Nanjue said.

"Do you understand this?" Mo Fan asked.

“I know a little bit.” Nanjue nodded.

“Then you can study it. I think there must be such a magic tool here. Maybe it has something to do with Zhao Manyan’s affairs.” Mo Fan continued.

"Ah."

In such a deserted temple, something haunting happened. And here in the back mountain, there was such a vessel, hidden.

To say that there was a connection between them, several people did not find it strange.

In fact, prohibition is a kind of magic that restricts others from touching, approaching, and suppressing others' strength. It is similar to a magic circle and needs something else as an aid. Instruments are often the best carriers of prohibition, so don't look at this wooden fish with a lot of strange ancient magic patterns written on it. In fact, it may be a tiny magic circle. Once someone touches it, it will release a very powerful force to resist.

After some perception, Nan Jue said, “I think I have found the reason for the soul-stealing. There is a demon spirit in this vessel. Only by finding it and getting rid of it can Zhao Manyan wake up.”

Nan Jue explained it in detail. Mo Fan happened to know this already, so he followed her instructions and asked her to help him enter.

After entering, Mo Fan didn't actually do anything. He just got a general understanding of the world inside this vessel.

But unfortunately, his comprehension ability was not good enough and he couldn't see the reason.

After staying here for a while, Mo Fan came out.
After Mo Fan woke up, Nan Jue asked, "Did you find anything?"

“Well, but we need to go down the mountain tomorrow morning to ask the indigenous people here. Otherwise, there is still no way to be sure.” Mo Fan said.

Next, we just need to wait until tomorrow and then go over and kill the demon.

Damn, after this matter was over, Mo Fan felt that he needed to have a good talk with Zhao Manyan!
Without the help of his big daddy, how could this kid possibly get a soul-level totem vessel? You know, this Baxia vessel will also provide a significant effect as its strength grows.

“Is that so? Then we can only ask during the day tomorrow.” Nan Jue said.

The next day
Early in the morning, everyone rushed down the mountain, and the monks also rushed to Manying Mountain to perform rituals.

Mo Fan had been nearby. When he saw the blood-red light suddenly appear on the mountain, which was extremely bright and strange, like the sun shining on a blood lake and reflecting blood, he went straight up the mountain.
There are almost no plants on Manying Mountain. At the foot of the mountain is an old neighborhood that is about to be demolished. The construction team has made the place full of dust. There are some broken stones on the mountain, and even weeds are rarely seen.

At this time, dozens of blood-colored stones were floating above Manying Mountain. They formed a strange and evil cursed blood picture, covering the top of the mountain.

There were some grooves on the ground, and for some reason bright red blood was flowing out of the grooves, and a fishy smell suddenly filled the air.

The blood continued to flow along the grooves, forming a cursed blood pattern that corresponded to the blood stones in the air. Looking down from a high altitude, it looked like a three-dimensional skull!

After the blood pattern on the ground was drawn under the guidance of the bloodstone, they began to gather together and piled up in the center of the entire mountain, forming a standing stone tombstone!

Except for the side with the words engraved on it, the originally messy strokes had completely turned into lines of eulogy, and the dried blood stains were bright red, as if someone had just written on it with blood!

"What happened? Why did it suddenly become like this!!" The fat monk in the kitchen screamed, his voice like a frightened woman.

"It's a ghost that's taking our lives. It must be a ghost that's taking our lives. I told you that we should leave the temple as soon as possible. Now we're done for..." the middle-aged monk in charge of the precepts shouted in a strange hoarse voice.

The other four or five monks who were still wearing French robes were so frightened that they fell to the ground. The cold wind and the smell of blood filled their noses. Under their feet was a picture of a ghost, and in the middle was a tombstone with blood words. They had never seen such a horrible scene before. Even if no demons or ghosts appeared, they could not even stand steadily.
(End of this chapter)