Chapter 117: The Soul-Capturing Golden Bell

  "Ten thousand miles without clouds, the weather is fine."

  "I don't know where I am, but it's because of this mountain!"

  Ning Feng wore a green robe, dressed as a scholar, with a book bag on his back, walking among the green mountains and clear waters, with a few hints of the feeling he had when he traversed thousands of mountains and rivers in the Soul Realm.

  Different from the past when I was single-mindedly obsessed with seeking immortality, now I am on the path to immortality, leisurely walking and enjoying the scenery.

  "With the death of Tongtian Mouse, and the loss of those heavenly eyes, I indeed feel much lighter now."

  The wind walks on the road without feeling that the mountain path is difficult to walk, the trees are dense and the leaves are lush, obstructing the way, with a gentle breeze underfoot, carefree and content.

  Gradually, walking on one side and watching the scenery along the way, unknowingly walked out of the mountain range underfoot, to the edge of the mountain, the edge of the plain.

  He stood at the foot of the mountain, looking out into the distance, and all he saw was a vast expanse of flat plains and fields stretching to the horizon, with some hills rising up towards the sky. The landscape of rolling mountains had disappeared, and he couldn't help but let out a deep breath.

  "A mountain of mice, a den of cats that don't care about the world, heaven knows what other formidable monsters are hiding in this endless mountain range?"

  The cool breeze gently patted her slightly sore and swollen thighs, feeling that this journey was well worth it.

  He took the Tongtian mouse as a gift and sent it away. After bidding farewell to the enthusiastic but not excessive, he looked like a cat demon who wanted to keep him as a son-in-law, starting to head in the direction of Nanjiang.

  At first, Ning Feng was not in a critical moment, his usual character would definitely be able to lie down and not sit up, sit and not stand, and take out the flag of surrender early.

  At this time, the concern just emerged.

  "The Halley's Flag is not a flying device after all, and the momentum of that guiding star is really too great. Turning back, no matter which way you look at it, it's bound to attract some kind of evil spirit or another. Either that or it'll bring about some kind of disaster. Afraid? Don't be afraid, this road is not going smoothly anyway."

  The wind should be patted and rubbed, with hands massaging on the thighs, self-mockingly saying: "Legs, legs, it's all because of you that I'm suffering."

  "If there's a clear stream nearby, you can wash your feet and it won't be a wasted trip."

  As soon as he finished speaking, his ears perked up with a "whoosh". He seemed to have heard something faintly.

  "Water?"

  The gentle breeze carried the faint sound of flowing water to his ears, and suddenly he felt refreshed all over, and involuntarily rushed in that direction.

  Not far ahead, I saw a clear stream flowing from the mountains, with an unknown source. The creek was crystal clear, and the sand in the creek was shining with a golden light. The gurgling water looked very cold and refreshing.

  Ning Feng's face broke into a smile, and he quickly walked forward. He took off his shoes and socks, accompanied by the sound of "gurgling water". He really started to wash his feet in the creek.

  "Hiss~"

  The moment his feet entered the water, he almost moaned out loud, feeling that his whole body had relaxed, and the hardships of the journey were washed away with the creek water flowing from his feet.

  "Thud thud~"

  After a moment, Ning Feng's childlike nature emerged, and he began to unconsciously swing his feet in the creek water, splashing countless water droplets, startling the curious fish that had been swimming around his feet, which quickly darted into the sand and didn't dare come out.

  On the other hand, he took out something from his bosom.

  It was a small bell, the size of a thumb, two fingers thick, with a bright golden color all over, and fine dense floral patterns on it.

  Ning Feng was fiddling with the golden bell in his hand, and he seemed reluctant to part with it.

  This golden bell has the dazzling brilliance of a new casting, and the floral pattern on it is everywhere, revealing the vicissitudes of history. The contrasting feelings are clearly contradictory, yet they have been unified in this golden bell.

  "Mrs. Miao is too polite."

  Ning Feng held the golden bell in his hand, with only a slight movement, the bell was like a bird taking flight, emitting a light and lively sound, listening to it with his ears, his heart couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder.

  This feeling is like standing in the vast wilderness at the most suffocating moment, with an endless starry sky above, and the whole person being cleansed.

  Ning Feng gently closed her eyes, letting the tinkling sound and the gentle breeze caress her face, as a scene of Old Lady Miao presenting her with a golden bell flashed through her mind...

  "Young Master Ning, you're just a child, indulging in food and drink, it's laughable."

  The old lady smiled kindly and held Xiaojiao in her arms, gently stroking him.

  The cat, which had been trying to pounce on Ning Feng's body, immediately closed its eyes contentedly and started meowing softly after being stroked by the old lady.

  Nodding is not, shaking head is also not.

  Shake your head, those numerous cat demons are fighting for food, chickens flying and dogs jumping, the smoky scene is really a perfect match for the two words "gluttony", denying it would be too hypocritical.

  Nod your head then, what can he say in response when someone speaks for themselves?

  "You think you can take me on? The smallest of the cat demons in there could have been my grandfather and still had plenty to spare."

  He could only sigh and smile wryly, meanwhile grumbling in his heart.

  The old lady Miao didn't intend to let him answer, her withered branch-like palm flipped over in front of her face, and a golden bell suddenly appeared in the center of her palm.

  Jin Ling just caught Ning Feng's attention, and she continued: "Ning Gongzi, I'm deeply grateful for your kindness in saving Xiao Jiu. However, as a member of the demonic realm, my body is burdened with deep karma, so it's not suitable for me to get too entangled with you, who come from a prestigious family."

  "This Soul-Sealing Bell has been worn around my neck since I was young, it was a gift from an existence that cannot be named, originally intended for Xiaojie, now I'll give it to you, young master."

  Old Lady Miao said, without seeing how she made the gesture, the Soul-Capturing Golden Bell flew up with a clang and hovered in front of Ning Feng before suddenly falling down.

  Ning Feng subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch it, and the bell fell into his palm. His mind was still constantly flashing with a picture.

  It was a snow-white Persian cat, lazily sunbathing in the afternoon, when suddenly its ears perked up, as if it had heard some sound. With a sudden movement, it stood up, and "ting-ting-tang" sounds came from the golden bell hanging around its neck.

  The bell really rang, and Ning Feng suddenly came back to his senses, only to find that he had already put the Soul- Capturing Bell on his hand. He hastily said: "Mrs. Miao, how can this be? You've helped me resolve a great calamity, which is already a favor I owe you, so why would you still give me such a heavy gift?"

  This Soul-Capturing Golden Bell is something that Ning Feng has been eyeing for a long time, and it's absolutely priceless.

  The old lady Miao had worn it since she was a child, in other words, either it was given by the elder of the demon clan or her master, the former was already unbearable, if it was the latter, that would be even more frightening.

  What kind of existence can raise such pets?

  This question was somewhat impolite, Ning Feng hastily shook his head and threw it out of his own mind.

  Before he could utter another word of refusal, Old Lady Miao waved her hand and said: "Ning Gongzi can take it, I only have one request. If Xiaojie is in trouble in the future, I hope you will look at today's incense and help her once."

  Old Mrs. Miao finished speaking, a phrase was transmitted into Ning Feng's ear, and in the next moment, he saw Old Mrs. Miao wave her hand, and he involuntarily flew backward, spinning around in mid-air, and when he came to his senses again, he was already in another place.

  Only Miao Lao Tai Tai's last words remained in Ning Feng Er's ears, still echoing...

  ……

  "Will you save Little Nine?"

  By the gurgling brook, gently blowing wind brings out memories from that time, lowering head to gaze intently at the soul-capturing golden bell in hand.

  At this time, he calmed down and his curiosity arose. He silently recited the incantation taught by Old Lady Miao, and his mind sank into the Soul-Capturing Golden Bell...