Chen Qing opened the small black pouch. The moment its mouth loosened, a mixed scent of blood and strange sandalwood incense wafted out.
He focused his gaze and saw two objects the size of pigeon eggs lying quietly inside.
They were Blood Bodhi.
They were perfectly round, dark blood-red throughout, their surfaces flowing with a warm, lustrous sheen like the finest red chalcedony.
On closer inspection, Sanskrit patterns could be seen within their amber-like interiors.
Blood Bodhi...
Chen Qing mused inwardly.
Bodhi Seeds were originally sacred Buddhist relics, symbols of enlightenment and wisdom, and were mostly born in the pure, tranquil lands of the Western Desert Pure Land.
Lin Shaoqi had come from the Buddhist sects before defecting to the Ghost Witch Sect. Proficient in the methods of both paths, it was only reasonable that he could refine such an item.
Yet this thing was wreathed in Killing Intent, having long since strayed from Buddhism's original intent.
Master Qiku was a revered Buddhist monk. Why did he need this thing to restrain the bitter fruit?
Chen Qing frowned slightly, feeling that something was amiss.
After putting away the Blood Bodhi, his thoughts raced.
Since this was one of Lin Shaoqi's important strongholds, there might be other gains to be found.
He immediately moved, quickly locating the Quiet Room where Lin Shaoqi normally lived and cultivated.
The Quiet Room stood in the most secluded corner of the backyard.
The furnishings inside were simple to the point of austerity, utterly different from the indulgence and debauchery of the front hall.
There was a hard wooden bed, a cattail mat, and a wooden table.
A faint scent of blood hung in the air.
Several strange paintings hung from the walls. Neither Buddhist nor Daoist, they depicted twisted human figures, savage ghosts, and intricate