"Amitabha! This is a desolate mountain temple, there's not much to see."

Despite the young monk's casual tone, his hidden excitement was evident. "However, if the donor wishes to donate incense money, how could I turn you away? Have you heard of the Qiwu Mountain's ancient sacred temple? It's just a drive away."

Ancient sacred temple?

Qiwu Mountain?

Isn't that near the location of the Ancient Ruins Battlefield?

Thinking of the Ancient Ruins Battlefield, a trace of worry appeared on Xiao Mu's face.

He had encountered a curse ghost there.

Although he only detected the presence of the curse ghost from afar last time and left immediately, the sheer might of the curse ghost had left a profound impression on him.

The thought of a curse ghost being near the ancient sacred temple gave Xiao Mu the jitters.

However, he made a decision the very next moment.

You have to take risks to get rich, what can a curse ghost do?

If he senses it early, he can just leave right away.

After all, there would be signs before a being as strong and evilly absurd as the curse ghost appears. While ordinary mutants might not notice it, it definitely couldn't escape his senses, cultivated through Taoist methods.

Having made up his mind, Xiao Mu immediately set off for the Ancient Battlefield at Qiwu Mountain.

After getting off at the train station near the ancient battlefield, Xiao Mu, guided by the map, headed towards the hill where the ancient sacred temple was located.

He hired a car and before long, he arrived at the hill where the Ancient Sacred Temple was.

The Ancient Sacred Temple had a grandiose name but was merely a dilapidated small temple. It didn't occupy a large area and didn't have many worshippers. After the World Mutation, the number of visitors dwindled, leaving it even more rundown.

The construction of the small temple dated back quite some time. Reportedly, it was built several hundred years ago, during the late Ming Dynasty.

It was said to have been built by a high-ranking official who wished to become a monk, so in a sense, the temple was actually a private temple.

Xiao Mu glanced at the plaque above the gate with the wording "Ancient Sacred Temple".

The plaque was old, clearly several hundred years old too. The signature below the name was "Monk of the Green Mountain".

Xiao Mu guessed that "Green Mountain" might have been the Dharma name of the official who built the temple.

"Huh!"

Standing in front of the Ancient Sacred Temple, Xiao Mu was taken aback as he gazed at the sky above the temple, a look of surprise appearing on his face.

Above the temple, besides the eerie Yin energy brought by the evil ghosts, there was also a sacred aura.

This sacred aura came from Buddhism, carrying a solemn and sacred aura of compassion, as if emanating from a great and virtuous monk or a Buddhist treasure.

"Interesting!"

A smile quickly appeared on Xiao Mu's face.

There was no doubt that from the aura he'd sensed earlier, there was definitely the existence of an evil ghost inside the Ancient Sacred Temple.

Aside from the evil ghost, there might also be a great Buddhist monk or a Buddhist treasure with spiritual power. Either one of the two must be present.

As he stepped inside, the scene within the Ancient Sacred Temple made Xiao Mu slightly taken aback.

The Ancient Sacred Temple was small, just beyond the entrance was a small courtyard.

In the courtyard, a monk who looked to be no older than eighteen or nineteen was lying on a reclining chair, leisurely playing a game on his cellphone.

Looking at his excited expression, he was apparently at a critical point in the game.

"Full force attack!"

A voice suddenly sounded from the cellphone, the young monk became even more focused, holding the cellphone, his fingers rapidly tapping on the screen.

This scene shattered the solemn atmosphere of the Buddhist temple on the spot.

"Ahem!"

Xiao Mu, feeling both odd and amused inside, couldn't help but cough in an attempt to draw the young monk's attention.

However, the young monk immersed in his mobile game didn't even lift his head, instead saying proficiently, "Incense is on the altar table, two hundred yuan a pillar, please serve yourself. The merit box is next to it, please also serve yourself if you want to donate incense money."

Left speechless by what he heard, Xiao Mu decided to ignore the young monk for now. After placing a pillar of incense outside the temple entrance and tossing two hundred yuan into the merit box, Xiao Mu returned.

"Eh!"

Xiao Mu had planned to ask the young monk a few questions but after a closer look, he was taken aback. An astonished look appeared on his face.

This young monk, Xiao Mu speculated, must be the one who posted online about seeing a ghost in his dreams.

Now, Xiao Mu could definitively assert that it wasn't just a dream, it was real.

This was evident from the strong ill luck and Yin Qi emanating from the young monk's body and suggesting he had come into contact with an evil being recently.

Besides, on getting closer, Xiao Mu detected a strong smell of blood from the young monk.

Could it be a blood demon?

This strong smell of blood was clearly left by a blood demon.

The evil ghost that the young monk claimed to have seen in his dream was not an ordinary evil ghost, but a blood demon.

Realizing it was a blood demon, Xiao Mu looked even more surprised, but also felt somewhat elated.

A blood demon, it meant at least five energy points.

If he could kill it, his realm level could possibly break through to the mid Spirit Communication Realm.

This young monk was obviously an ordinary person who had neither cultivated Buddhism nor martial arts, not even a mutant.

How then, did he manage to escape from the clutches of a Blood Demon?

Why did the blood demon that originally intended to eat him let him go?

Xiao Mu wondered to himself.

After giving it some thought, he decided not to ask immediately. He just stood in front of the young monk, staring at him.

Only when he had finished playing his game, did the young monk finally notice Xiao Mu, "Um! Do you have any other business?"

Xiao Mu gave a small smile, "Are you the monk from the wild mountain temple who posted online about seeing a ghost in your dreams?"

"Eh! That's me."

The young monk appeared puzzled.

Xiao Mu asked, "May I ask, young master, what's your dharma name?"

The young monk replied, "My dharma name is ZhiFei."

"Master ZhiFei, are you the only person in this temple?"

Xiao Mu asked again.

Young Master ZhiFei answered, "Yes, do you want something else?"

"Master ZhiFei, I suspect that the dream you had last night wasn't a dream. You really encountered an evil ghost. Can you take me to your room to have a look?"

Xiao Mu asked.

"So, you came for the ghost."

Hearing this, ZhiFei laughed lightly, with an air of understanding. However, a cunning look soon appeared on his face. He held up one finger, "A thousand yuan of incense money, and I'll take you in to catch the ghost."

"That's fine."

Xiao Mu didn't mind. To him, a thousand yuan was nothing at all.

"Haha!"

Seeing Xiao Mu agree, Young Master ZhiFei, delighted, leapt off his lounge chair and exclaimed, "Having a ghost in the house has surprisingly turned out to be a good thing. It even makes money. Please follow me."

With that, he led Xiao Mu towards his bedroom.

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