"Where's the old swordsman?"
"When you fell down there just now, why did you leave without waiting for us?"
"What is the Book of the Dead?"
Jin Anjing quietly approached the old Taoist priest and the mourning brothers and asked in a low voice.
After getting closer.
Jin An just saw it.
The old Taoist priest and the mourner brothers were both a little embarrassed.
The clothes on his body were scratched in many places, all of which were caused by falling in the tunnel. There were also many scratches and bruises on his hands and arms.
Fortunately, they were just flesh wounds.
Faced with Jin'an's problems, the old Taoist priest did not immediately respond.
Instead, he turned around and glanced nervously in the direction of the suspension bridge on the river. The most important thing was to look at the black cloth prayer flags floating quietly in the wind on the suspension bridge. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no abnormality in the black cloth prayer flags.
"Little brother, it's a long story to talk about."
The old Taoist priest looked uneasily in the direction of the suspension bridge and the Dead Man's Passage, grabbed Jin An's wrist, and hid in the darker place behind him.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s humid and cold here, and the old Taoist priest’s hands are a little cold.
The abrasions on his hands made the old Taoist grimace in pain. He talked about the situation after the fall: "When the four of us first fell, thanks to the sharp swords, we got rid of them in time, except for a few minor abrasions. , avoiding more serious injuries.”
"It's just that when we first fell down, we were disturbed by the things under the tomb. It's not peaceful under the tomb. Mom, there are so many rats, so densely packed together that I can't even count them."
"Those rat spirits survived by eating the dead in this tomb, and they became fat and big by eating the flesh of the dead."
"Although these little things look quite naive and fat, these little things eat dead human flesh to survive and have become bloodthirsty. When they see a living person, their eyes are as wide as mung beans. It's as big as a bastard and very fierce, and its hind legs are more painful than a rabbit kicking, which makes people grin. Thanks to our fast running, we finally ran up those suspended steps to escape those rat spirits that eat the carrion of the dead."
As the old Taoist priest spoke, he reluctantly lifted up his robe and trousers to show Jin An that there were indeed many scars on his lower back and calves.
Luckily I didn't get bitten or scratched.
Otherwise, there is really no cure for the highly poisonous teeth and claws of these black dolphins, which burrow among the dead and feed on the carrion of the dead.
"Little brother, you didn't meet those mung bean-eyed mice when you came down?" The old Taoist priest glanced at Jin An in surprise.
Jin An replied that there were, but most of the black dolphins were attracted by the old Taoist priests. He only encountered a few or two that were alone. When they saw him, they ran away with their heads in their arms and did not chase and bite him.
The old Taoist priest looked at Jin An suspiciously: "Little brother, Taoist, I always feel that when you talk about 'mouse holding its head and running away' at this time, you are making insinuations, alluding to our embarrassment?"
Jin An's forehead had a few black lines hanging down, and he glared at the old Taoist priest: "You are such a bastard, you haven't said where the sharp sword went, and what is the Book of the Dead?"
After the old Taoist became acquainted with Jin An, his face became thicker and thicker, and there was no trace of embarrassment on his face.
"We were bitten by those rat spirits all the way. We sharpened our swords and went into the Book of the Dead to find another way out."
Hiding in the darkness, the old Taoist priest raised his hand and pointed to the suspension bridge on the river not far away, as well as the black prayer flags. Perhaps it's because of the low temperature at the bottom of the cliff. The low temperature makes a layer of light mist float on the vaporous river surface and the suspension bridge, giving it a hazy feeling.
"What is the Sutra of the Dead?" The old Taoist priest looked solemn.
"A dangerous and desperate situation that can kill people, and even more, living people!"
"This Dead Man's Sutra is a bridge between the underworld and the Yang world. The Yang energy in the Yang world is suppressed to its weakest, and the solitary Yin surges. Once you step into the scope of the Dead Man's Sutra, there will no longer be a boundary between the underworld and the Yang world. It is equivalent to a living person stepping into the underworld. This It’s more deadly than going to the underworld. There are all kinds of dead people in the underworld, and the hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, and kidneys of living people have never been seen in their lives.”
"No one knows what kind of underworld the Dead Man's Sutra has opened here. The danger of this underworld mainly depends on the power of the Dead Man's Sutra. There are so many Dead Man's Sutra flags and banners here. According to the old saying, I Look, I'm afraid there's a great devil hiding in the world. Even if a thousand years have passed and the power of these Dead Man's Sutras has somewhat declined, it will only turn a land of ten deaths into a land of nine deaths. Sword-cutting physique What’s special is that he walked on those suspension bridges alone to find out for us where the underworld led to on these suspension bridges.”
The old Taoist priest explained to Jin An.
Because there were outsiders present at this time, the old Taoist priest did not explicitly say that the sword-sharpener was a corpse-snatcher, but only implicitly said that the sword-sharpener had a special constitution.
The person who scoops up corpses belongs to the aspect of living and dying, and specializes in going to places of death that living people cannot go to. In the eyes of the dead, the person who scoops up corpses is a dead person, not a living person.
Jin An instantly understood the meaning of the old Taoist priest's words.
Jin An's eyes were filled with surprise.
Can a living person set foot in the underworld?
These black cloth prayer flags are certainly not a good sign.
Just as the old Taoist priest had just finished introducing the underground situation to Jin An, there were several torches approaching like long snakes on the dark suspended steps, and there were also the quiet footsteps of many people walking on the stone steps.
"Book of the Dead!"
The country goddess who was walking at the front saw so many black cloth prayer flags in front of her. Her shoulders trembled and her steps suddenly stopped.
They were just as shocked and panicked as when the two mourners first saw the Dead Man's Sutra.
"Sister, Captain General, we are here."
In a shady corner, an old Taoist priest wearing a Taoist nine-beam scarf revealed half of his head and waved to him.
The country goddess came back to her senses after seeing the Dead Man's Sutra for the first time, and hurriedly approached the old Taoist priest holding a torch, and at the same time saw Jin An.
"Jin Engong."
The country goddess came over happily.
The old Taoist priest was depressed: "Sister, there is still me..."
The country goddess nodded lightly: "I have met Daozhang Chen."
The old Taoist priest didn't seem to notice the difference in the country goddess's tone. He was satisfied when he heard the country goddess greet him for the first time.
At this time, the captain, the three monks of Bailong Temple, and Kuixing Kidou also came together.
But I didn't see those cavalry guards.
After Jin An pondered for a moment, he figured out the reason. The cave that collapsed was not wide, and the armor on the cavalry guards was too heavy to get down easily.
Afterwards, the old Taoist priest repeated the situation he just introduced to Jin An to the captain and others.
Not many people can recognize the Sutra of the Dead.
The captain, the three monks of Bailong Temple, and Kuixing Kidou all saw the Dead Man's Sutra for the first time. When they heard the power of the Dead Man's Sutra, their expressions became more serious.
Next, after a short discussion, everyone decided that they could not pin all their chances of survival on this dangerous and treacherous suspension bridge in front of them, and looked for other ways out.
Unfortunately.
After searching around for a while, everyone returned to the original place to meet again without success.
There is only one road under this cliff: the suspension bridge in front of you.
Everywhere else is a dead end.
And at the end of those dead-end roads is the unfathomable black Gulongdong River.
"Old Taoist, how long has it been since you sharpened the sword?"
Seeing that Jiajian had not yet come out of the suspension bridge, Jin An asked the old Taoist priest with a slight frown.
The old Taoist priest first counted the hours silently in his mind, and then said: "It should be almost two sticks of incense time."
"Has it been so long..."
Jin An looked at the river and the suspension bridge covered with a thin layer of mist, as well as the black cloth prayer flags fluttering like ghosts waving in the thin mist.
"It's not an option to keep waiting like this. There is no other way to go under this cliff, and it is unrealistic to go back to the cliff and follow the original path. In the end, we have to walk from these suspension bridges to the other side of the river to find Some other way to survive."
"Old Taoist, you should still have some stock of the thirty-year-old corpse oil. Can we use the old method again to deceive the dead people whose souls are wandering in the underworld?"
After Jin An pondered for a while, he asked the old Taoist priest.
What Jin An is referring to is using corpse oil to cover a person's three yang fires. This method has repeatedly made miraculous achievements for Jin An.
Jin An's words really shocked the old Taoist priest.
The evil spirits in the underworld are different from those in the upper world. The evil spirits in the underworld are either corpses or souls, while the evil spirits in the underworld are the accumulation of resentment and obsession between heaven and earth.
Any place where rivers and lakes pass through is the place where the Jiuqu Yellow River passes.
This nine-bend Yellow River connects heaven, earth, mountains and rivers.
The origin of the world cannot be measured.
Can't catch the end of the sunset.
From ancient times to the present, countless people have died on this thick land. It is no exaggeration to say that over the past thousands of years, bones have been buried everywhere, people have been drowned in every trickle of the river, and the graves have been flattened and mounded. It rises, rises and is flattened by wind and rain, again and again, burying generations of people who came later, and no longer a piece of pure land can be found.
The worse your death and the deeper your obsession, the longer you will linger in the underworld. If your obsession persists, it accumulates deeper and deeper, and it has long transcended the category of ordinary lonely souls and wild ghosts...
The old Taoist priest looked troubled: "A living person goes to the underworld. This is also the first time for a young girl to enter the bridal chamber. Even the old Taoist I am not sure whether I can successfully hide it from the sky, and whether I can deceive the endless ups and downs of the Yellow River in the underworld." Evil spirit."
"Someone has to be the first to try this. We don't have much dry food and fresh water. We can't keep dragging ourselves to the other side of the river to find a way out..." Jin An pondered.
"I have experience in this matter. Let me try it first to see if it works."
"Don't worry, old Taoist, I have my own sense of discretion. If I encounter any accident, I will withdraw immediately and will not act rashly."
Jin An noticed the worried look from the old Taoist priest and gave him a comforting and calm look.
"One more person means more care. Let me accompany Taoist Jin'an." The captain took the initiative and asked everyone not to persuade him. He had made up his mind.
At this time, even the country goddess also stood up: "Jin Engong, my old lady, this clay pot contains the soil from the tombs after a hundred years of evil corpses crushed their bones and scattered their ashes. Maybe it can be combined with the corpse oil to complement each other, so let me accompany you." Jin Engong breaks into this legendary Book of the Dead and shows how powerful he is."
"I also ask Jin Engong not to try to persuade me anymore. My life was originally saved by Jin Engong. Old lady, I just did what I should do."
To be honest, the dangers on the suspension bridge shrouded in mist were unknown. Jin An didn't even care about his own safety. He didn't want to take anyone with him.
Once there is danger, a person has a higher chance of success in escaping.
Just when Jin An was thinking about how to persuade the captain and the country goddess, Monk Kongming from Bailong Temple said in surprise, "Huh? Why did someone come down again?"
"Could it be that the cavalry guards left by General Duwei in the false tomb also came down?"
wrong!
Not those cavalry guards!
Because there is only one person coming down!
Quiet footsteps echoed crisply on the empty cliff steps, with only a torch in the air breaking through the darkness.
"Huh? Why is there only one person down?"
"If it's not those cavalry guards, is it the corpse-carrying man who went to the tomb before us? The interrogator? Mr. Feng Shui and the others? One of Mr. Yin and Yang? Or someone else?"
Kuixing Kidou muttered.
Snap!
Snap!
The sound of quiet footsteps echoed clearly far away in the empty and silent world, and the faint light of the torch swayed in the darkness like a will-o'-the-wisp in the void.
closer and closer.
Snap, when they walked down the last step and stepped onto the ground at the bottom of the cliff, everyone finally saw clearly who this mysterious person was.
"Um?"
"How, how is it possible!"
At this moment, everyone was stunned. Zhizhizhi, a wild little monkey squatted on the shoulder of a tall human dragon mummy dragging a beheading knife in his hand. He went down to the bottom of the cliff, walked directly onto the suspension bridge, and headed to the other side of the river. .
