In the middle of those monks, there was an old monk wearing a cassock with a serious face. He held a Zen stick in his hand and walked around with his feet, and he uttered a few reprimands from time to time, as if he was practicing to exorcise ghosts, and his face seemed to be serious.

   Around the monks, dozens of villagers gathered to watch. Leng Xuan walked up to one of the old men and asked, "Old man, what are you doing?" The old man looked at Leng Xuan and said, "Wozi, our village is haunted, so I asked Master Xuanqing to come and do it. exorcism."

Leng Xuan puzzled: "Haunted? What kind of ghost?" The old man sighed, "How do I know what a ghost is, anyway, some time ago, several people died in a row in the village, all of them looked terrifying, as if they were sucked dry by ghosts. It's the same." Hearing this, Leng Xuan's heart couldn't help but ask, "Are those people buried?" The old man shook his head and said, "Not yet, the old master said that after he finished the Fa, he would use Sanweizhen again. Burn those corpses with fire to prevent ghosts from causing chaos." Leng Xuan smiled helplessly when he heard the words. What three flavors are really fire, ghosts, those are all things fabricated by these fake monks, and they are specially used to deceive these villagers. However, looking at the old man's confident appearance, Leng Xuan didn't bother to point it out. He asked where the corpses were, and walked over quickly. Not long after, he came under a makeshift canopy and saw six coffins without lids placed on the ground.

Leng Xuan walked to a coffin and looked at it, only to see a withered corpse lying inside the coffin. The corpse's complexion was pale and shriveled. It seemed that before dying, all the blood on his body had been drained. . After Leng Xuan carefully inspected it, he found that there were no wounds on the body. He frowned slightly, then walked over to the other coffins and glanced at them, only to see that the corpses were all in the same state of death. Leng Xuan's heart sank, and through the abnormality of these corpses, he couldn't help but think of Zhong Lingyu. With Zhong Lingyu's Yuanshen's body, if he can't find a body for a long time, he must absorb energy to maintain the power of Yuanshen. And these villagers obviously became Zhong Lingyu's food. After pondering for a moment, he returned to the old man and asked, "Old man, when did those people die?" The old man replied, "Four days ago."

   "Four days?" Leng Xuan thought to himself, assuming that his idea was true, then since Zhong Lingyu came here four days ago, then these four days were enough for her to go to other places. He secretly sighed, this way, it would be even more troublesome to find Zhong Lingyu. At this time, Leng Xuan saw that the sky was gradually darkening, so he left the village, and then urged his body to gallop towards Fang Yuan School. When he returned to the sect, the night had completely enveloped the Qifeng Mountains.

Leng Xuan walked to the bamboo building, just opened the door and was about to go in, when he heard Hongyun's cold voice from not far away: "Fellow Daoist Chen, where have you been?" Leng Xuan turned his head and said with a smile, "Wandering around. Go shopping, what? Are you looking for me?" Hongyun shook his head and said, "No." After a pause, she continued, "By the way, have you seen Tong Ling? I went to her room just now to look for her, but I didn't see her. People." Leng Xuan was slightly startled, and said, "I just came back, and I haven't met her yet. Did she go out?"