It was clearly a basement with a mysterious atmosphere, but the full candlelight gave Yi Lin a feeling of righteousness and glory.

Yi Lin was very calm and circled down the ladder.

When you reach the end, there is still a closed meditation hall.

The reason why Yi Lin has no surprise is very simple.

When he released his perception, he discovered this basement.

In the past, there was no basement here.

Now, his spiritual attributes have broken through the second level of lock and reached the "legendary" realm. Once he feels, he can almost cover the entire Qingdu, let alone a mere Ping'an Temple.

There is no secret in front of the legendary spiritual apostle.

When you reach this state, when you release the mind power, you can no longer simply call it "perception".

In more professional terms, this is called "transparency".

In front of the legendary spiritual apostle, under the cover of the power of thought, the world is transparent and clear.

...

In the underground meditation hall, the lights are brightly lit.

The walls are made of pure wood, and candlesticks are lit with bright candlelight.

In this underground meditation hall, Yilin could even feel the flow of air.

It seems that there is ventilation equipment here.

Otherwise, if so many candles burn together and there is no ventilation equipment, the people inside will be suffocated to death.

In the empty meditation hall, there was a haggard "man".

Yes, Yi Lin will use "people" to describe the slender and bony old monk in front of him.

He had almost no flesh on his body, and was as thin as a skeleton. His deep eye sockets and cheekbones made the old monk look like a corpse from the outside.

The old monk's breath was extremely weak. If Yi Lin had not entered the "transparent" touch, he might have ignored the faint breath.

As the saying goes, follow the customs.

Yi Lin is a polite monster.

In front of the old monk, there was a cushion.

The futon was covered with dust.

I don't know how many years it has been, no one has visited.

He walked to the old monk without disgust. He knelt on the thick dusty cushion with a calm expression, folding his hands together.

"Taiyi, the demon clan, has met Zen Master Tianxin."

KAKAKAKA.

The old monk, who was motionless, was like a corpse, suddenly moved when he heard this.

When he was moving, his whole body made a crisp sound of bone friction.

The movement was like slow motion, bit by bit, as if this movement had exhausted all his strength.

Even so, the old monk finally completed the movement of folding his hands together.

This scene is like an ancient corpse that has been sitting for thousands of years... alive.
Chapter completed!