Supreme Alchemist-Chapter 2451 - 2441: Secret Passage

I don’t know who, but can anyone save me? I am under the floor of this room. That monster has already devoured many of my Senior Brothers, and even Senior Brother Xiu Nian couldn’t escape its demon claw. Amitabha, Buddha, please save your disciples. Let that demon from Avici Hell return to hell!

As he read on, Long Yan started having difficulty recognizing the words, but he could still sense that the person writing was in a state of panic. However, Long Yan knew that there was indeed a secret passage in this room, but he didn’t know where it led. Perhaps it could eliminate those bizarre corpses along the way — who knows.

Long Yan began searching around. He knew there had to be a hidden passage, yet saw no signs of it. Every corner of the room had been searched, but Long Yan didn’t even catch a glimpse of the passage. Then, Long Yan remembered the Arhat statue and wondered if, like the Eastern Monk’s Room, there might be something unusual about it, potentially hiding a secret passage inside.

With a decision made, Long Yan started searching the room with a torch. However, he found nothing — not even a ghostly shadow. Exasperated, Long Yan sat on the bed. How could this secret passage be so well hidden? But just as Long Yan sat down on the bed, the old bed board, unable to support his weight, crumbled with a rumble.

With a thud, Long Yan’s backside made firm contact with the ground. It sure wasn’t light, but the secret passage Long Yan had been seeking was right there. It truly felt like discovering a bright village amidst dark willows!

The Old Madman was on the outskirts of the Demon Beast Forest, trying to sense where his Talisman was, especially since six days had passed. As a Master, he felt he should check on his Apprentice, but he chuckled softly.

"I wonder if this youngster has been captivated by my skills. His Body Strength should have improved significantly by now."

The Old Madman chuckled proudly, unaware that although Long Yan’s body had indeed grown stronger, it wasn’t quite what he imagined — the focus of his strength was different. However, when he calmed his senses, he discovered that Long Yan wasn’t moving at all from a certain spot.

This didn’t worry the Old Madman. He figured Long Yan might have gotten trapped by some beast and found a cave or something to hide in until the seven days were up.

Thinking this, the Old Madman smiled smugly and didn’t worry about Long Yan anymore. He grabbed the flask at his waist, took a small sip, and leisurely walked in the direction of his Talisman.

Long Yan never expected his easy-going and carefree Master would come to rescue him. After all, Long Yan was used to relying on himself for everything, and this time was no exception. However, ever since he fell into the secret passage, he swallowed hard.

Dozens of ghostly figures with eerie blue light were staring at him — what a feeling! It’s important to note that the blue-glowing figures were vengeful spirits capable of killing, and several corpses were already standing. In an instant, the once narrow passage became even more crowded.

The vengeful spirits, displaying various forms of death, charged at Long Yan. Originally, Long Yan intended to leap into the monk’s room, considering his strength hadn’t fully recovered and he had no good strategy. But then, Long Yan recalled he had a powerful weapon on him.

With this thought, Long Yan reached into his bosom and retrieved the Buddha Beads. After all, it was an artifact for dealing with ghosts and the like. Without a second thought, Long Yan chanted a resounding Buddhist phrase.

"Amitabha." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Immediately, golden light enveloped the entire passage. Countless beams of Buddha’s Light scattered like golden lightning. Everything touched, whether spirit or corpse, turned to dust in an instant. The Buddhist principles contained within were beyond what these souls could endure. In a moment, the once crowded passage became empty.

Long Yan felt odd. He thought the Buddhist words he spoke were a bit different this time. Clearly, his mind was considering other words, but what came forth was something else.

Nonetheless, the outcome was favorable, and Long Yan felt okay about it — never realizing that the Buddha Beads, which had saved him twice, bore two carved characters he had never noticed before. Now, they revealed the words "Yuan Kong."

It seemed this enlightened Master was named Yuan Kong. Long Yan wondered if he was still around. If so, Long Yan would definitely thank him, since these Buddha Beads had saved his life twice.

Without further delay, with the passage now cleared, Long Yan decided to head towards the darkness ahead. Initially, the space was cramped, but as he moved forward, it widened substantially. It’s unimaginable for such a passage to have been developed in less than several decades. So, what was this temple’s purpose for carving out this secret passage?

Why would a temple need a secret passage? Moreover, why would an ordinary monk from the Western Monk’s Room know about it? To say it was to hide from the Demon Clan at the time seemed unlikely. After all, the Demon Clan warriors dispatched possessed Demonic Qi, and a secret passage would never elude their detection.

With this question in mind, Long Yan traversed the passage. Inside, there were traces of dried blood, indicating a massacre had taken place. However, given the size of those outside monsters, they couldn’t have squeezed into such a passage. Based on estimates of the shadowy figure, what could have killed them?

Initially, in the Eastern Monk’s Room, Long Yan thought the Little Monk killed so many monks. But upon reflection, it seemed unlikely. If the Little Monk did it, who brutally murdered him in the end? And a murderer — even if Buddha preaches laying down the butcher knife to become enlightened, clearly, a temple wouldn’t accept such a disciple. Buddhist Sect and Daoist temples deem their disciples as representatives of their face.

If a disciple behaved shamefully outside, they wouldn’t require intervention from other cultivators. Their own sect would issue an execution order to resolve it themselves, since maintaining honor in a tranquil place was vital. Also, the monk’s hand note, wherein Junior Brother Shiran didn’t align.

Long Yan suddenly considered the possibility that Junior Brother Shiran killed all those Buddhist Sect disciples. But on second thought, it seemed unlikely. After all, there were Guardians with Combat Power present. It was improbable for one person to accomplish it alone, not to mention that during the Cultivation craze, it was impossible for Buddhist Sect not to have practitioners.

As Long Yan pondered this in his mind, he reached the end of the passage. Above his head was a wooden hidden compartment. Presumably, it was where the shadow resided. Long Yan tightly grasped his in-hand Demon Spear.

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