Unquestionably, that so-called personal disciple was Monk Huicong.

Jiangcheng was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Then the other monks we saw in the Jiechi Temple are..."

"They are all disciples of my Qingfeng Monastery, but they are now deluded by this evil spirit." Speaking of these things, Lingxiaozi was heartbroken. "Not only that, but those who came to my Qingfeng Monastery out of admiration have also been bewitched by this evil spirit. Some have transformed themselves into monks of the Jiechi Temple, indulging in lust and wickedness, and some have directly... Alas!"

Lingxiaozi sighed, seemingly thinking of something. Jiangcheng recalled the scene he saw in the Merit Hall, the corpses of the children treated as offerings, and he roughly understood the fate of those people.

Suddenly, the fleshy mountain monk began to squirm, and an even more terrifying scene occurred. Along with the wriggling of the rotten flesh on his chest, Lingxiaozi's body slowly sank into the flesh, accompanied by the sound of bones being crushed.

"Daoist, are you alright?" Seeing this scene, Fatty's face turned pale. Extrapolating from this, Fatty looked at the fleshy mountain monk's bloated body, probably not knowing how many people had been devoured in this way.

Hearing this, a trace of helplessness flashed across Lingxiaozi's face, but it was quickly dispelled by the firmness between his brows. "It's alright, this poor Daoist is now only protecting my heart with a breath of true qi. Even if you save me, this poor Daoist will not survive."

This was the truth, and Jiangcheng could see it too. The so-called Lingxiaozi only had half a breath left. His lower body had been crushed by the fleshy mountain monk.

"Daoist, what do you need us to do?" Jiangcheng also knew that the situation was urgent. From the looks of it, Monk Fuji had not died, but was backlashed for failing to beg for a title. He would probably wake up soon.

"Little friend Jiang, please step forward and open this wooden box. Inside the box is a purple-gold alms bowl. This alms bowl is a great evil object and the destiny of this evil spirit. If you smash this alms bowl, this tribulation will be overcome, and all living beings in the world will be saved." Lingxiaozi said as calmly as possible, even though he was enduring the pain of being torn apart and devoured.

Having been deceived once, Jiangcheng was very vigilant. He did not answer immediately, but walked around with the candle in his hand. In addition to the statue of Yuanshi Tianzun, there were also statues of Lingbao Tianzun and Daode Tianzun in the main hall. The surrounding layout did indeed indicate that someone had once held some kind of ritual here, but the tables, chairs, and candlesticks were overturned on the ground, and there were traces of chopping with swords on them, indicating that there had been a melee.

Honestly, what really moved Jiangcheng about Lingxiaozi was the saying that night is real and day is false. At this moment, Jiangcheng already believed Lingxiaozi's words to some extent.

"Daoist, are there any other requirements besides smashing this alms bowl?" Jiangcheng was still testing. "Do I need to mutilate my eyes or kowtow to the three Tianzun?"

"No need. Little friend Jiang is not a member of my Xuanmen, and the so-called mutilation of eyes is even more absurd. It's just that this evil spirit is worried that little friend Jiang will see through the flaws." Lingxiaozi pinched his fingers with both hands, and his white hair was dyed red with blood, but his upper body was straight and his eyebrows were clear, worthy of the demeanor of a Xuanmen abbot.

Jiangcheng walked forward slowly, guarding against the abbot and Lingxiaozi while opening the wooden box. Inside, a purple-gold alms bowl was quietly placed.

At first glance, there was nothing special about it, but as the candlelight flickered, little streams of light appeared on the purple-gold alms bowl, which was very mysterious. Jiangcheng stopped breathing for a moment. He had a very strange feeling, as if this thing had come alive.

With a "bang," Jiangcheng closed the box again, and then immediately retreated, keeping his distance from the box, Lingxiaozi, and the fleshy mountain monk.

Looking at Jiangcheng, who was constantly panting and sweating coldly on his forehead, Fatty leaned over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiangcheng didn't answer, but cupped his hands to Lingxiaozi, who looked miserable. "Daoist, this matter is of great importance. I hope you can give me some time to consider it. Please let us leave tonight."

"It seems that little friend still doesn't trust this poor Daoist, but that's fine. When dawn comes, little friend and the others will see the real Qingfeng Monastery, and naturally understand that this poor Daoist is not lying." Lingxiaozi groped and pulled a horsetail whisk from the flesh and blood of the fleshy mountain monk, and waved it in Jiangcheng's direction. The wooden door behind the three of them creaked open.

Ye Qiutang also recovered from the shock at this moment, and hurriedly asked, "Daoist, you said that you can see the real Qingfeng Monastery at dawn, what do you mean?"

"This evil spirit has just had its Dharma body broken by little friend Jiang, and this poor Daoist can temporarily suppress it, but please remember that at the latest by this time tomorrow, you must come here again, and little friend Jiang must personally break the alms bowl, otherwise, when this evil spirit wakes up again, there will be no turning point in this catastrophe!"

Lingxiaozi became more and more excited, and even began to cough up blood. "Cough cough... cough... As long as this evil object can be broken, then with this poor Daoist's cultivation, I can perish together with this evil spirit. Being able to eliminate this evil spirit for the sake of all living beings in the world, even if I die and my soul is destroyed, I will be worthy of my Xuanmen predecessors!"

"Daoist's noble spirit is admirable. At this time tomorrow, I will definitely come here to keep the appointment!" After Jiangcheng cupped his hands, he turned and left. He didn't know much about these Xuanmen and Buddhist sects, but someone did. When tomorrow came, he would call Song Tianming, who came from the family of magicians, and he would know whether it was true or false with one identification.

"Little friend, please wait."

This voice made Jiangcheng and the three of them instantly vigilant. Could it be that he was going back on his word?

But soon Lingxiaozi quickly said, "Don't worry, everyone, there is one more thing that this poor Daoist needs to mention. These days, this poor Daoist has vaguely sensed that there is a very special person hidden among you. This person is either an enemy or a friend, and you must guard against him."

"A very special person..." Jiangcheng pondered.

"Yes, there used to be two auras, but now there is only one left. This poor Daoist thinks that the one that disappeared was killed by someone who was bewitched in the monastery."

Now that the words were said to this point, how could Jiangcheng not understand? This Lingxiaozi was so powerful that he could actually detect the existence of the Second Generation Deep Red.

"Daoist, please tell me the identity of the remaining person." Jiangcheng's attitude immediately changed.

"I'm ashamed, this poor Daoist doesn't know either. This poor Daoist is now..." Lingxiaozi paused, and Jiangcheng probably understood. With Lingxiaozi's current broken body, it was good enough that he could detect that there was a problem among them. From this point of view, he was more than a notch higher than Song Tianming.

"But this poor Daoist can confirm that this person is not among the three of you. What this poor Daoist is worried about is that this evil spirit will not die completely. If it gets a chance and secretly seizes that person's body, then even if the alms bowl is broken, it will be too late."

"Then what should we do?" Fatty asked anxiously. Finding the hidden Second Generation Deep Red in a short period of time was almost impossible.

"I hope that all benefactors will put the world first." Lingxiaozi sighed, raised his hand and threw an object to Jiangcheng. "Give this thing to that disciple of the family of magicians. He will understand what to do."