579 Mute Zen Bead 579 Mute Zen Bead West Temple Hall.
Inside the hall was a mess, with scraps scattered all over the place.
For example, jade scroll fragments engraved with text, torn pages of books, and pieces of clothing.
There were several small rooms inside the hall, all similar.
“I say, if you think it’s useless, just leave it alone. Why make a mess?”
Jiang Fan picked up a fragment of a jade scroll.
It was engraved with Buddhist text, likely a Buddhist cultivation technique.
But it had been destroyed.
The Evil Spirit retorted, “Hey, hey, hey, don’t blame everything on me.”
“Back in the day, the Tiger Demon Emperor and I only took the good stuff.”
“We didn’t touch anything else.”
“It must have been others who came later and ransacked the place.”
It looked towards a wall, which had been chiseled like a cake gnawed on by dogs.
Bits missing here and there.
“There used to be a mural on this wall, containing rare Geng Metal Stone powder.”
“Someone found it and took it.”
The Evil Spirit shook its head and sighed, “These bumpkins, such a waste.”
“That painting was a Buddhist treasure map, which could weaken evil qi for people like Concubine Yunxia who failed to survive the tribulation.”
“Its effect was no worse than that old Taoist’s Calming Lotus Silk.”
Jiang Fan’s face grew serious.
The place had been ransacked more thoroughly than he had imagined.
Moreover, those who came before were mostly Nascent Soul-level experts.
How sharp were their eyes?
There was almost no chance they’d miss anything.
At that moment.
He felt a weight in his arms, knowing that Little Qilin had returned.
Instantly, he felt at ease.
A top-grade spiritual artifact was in hand.
Even if they found nothing more, this trip was worthwhile.
Moreover, Little Qilin had an innate ability to sense Heaven and Earth spiritual objects.
Perhaps it could find something others had missed.
“Little Qilin, see if there’s any treasure in this hall.”
Little Qilin peeked its head out, glancing around.
Initially, it wanted to shake its head, “No… wait.”
Suddenly sensing something, it looked up at the ceiling of the stone hall.
Due to lighting, Luminous Pearls were embedded in the ceiling, similar to those outside.
For ordinary people, these might be rare treasures.
For martial artists, especially high-level ones, they were worthless, and no one would care.
Little Qilin stared at one of the seemingly ordinary Luminous Pearls and said, “Take that pearl down.”
“I feel it’s different from the others.”
Really?
Jiang Fan followed its gaze and observed.
On the surface, it seemed no different, with the same faint glow as the other pearls.
But he trusted Little Qilin’s judgment.
He leaped up, grabbed it with five fingers, and pried it out of the stone.
A Luminous Pearl the size of a human eye, emitting a moon-like radiance, appeared before him.
“What do you want with this?”
The Evil Spirit was puzzled.
But then it noticed something and exclaimed, “Wait!”
“Remove its surface layer.”