Infinite black energy poured into the opened temporary ghost gate, and the momentum of the dam within hundreds of feet was immediately released.
Zhang Wenfeng breathed a sigh of relief. If it is blocked for a long time, it will break down, but if it is smooth, it will be unblocked.
The situation just now was extremely critical. Fortunately, he had the Nether Qi Ring to resolve it, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
He recited and chanted a piece of "The Supreme Sutra of Saving the Suffering" repeatedly, held the incense and waved it, swaying with his steps, attracting more ghosts in the sky and underground. He glanced to the left and right, and saw in the distance in the air caused by the practice of salvation. Four out of six of the abnormalities have been eliminated.
Four colleagues were submerged under the impact of the sudden surge of ghost energy, and there was basically no chance of survival.
There are huge risks involved in overstepping your limits, so you must be cautious and do it within your capabilities.
He sighed silently, without any change in his tone of voice, and continued to recite the scriptures without stopping.
He guessed that there should be third-level ghosts secretly causing trouble and adding fuel to the fire, otherwise the wave of ghost energy would not be as ferocious as the rivers and lakes flooding back. He did not dare to relax at all, and was prepared to deal with the appearance of troublemakers who could not bear it at any time.
The ghost gate in the sky was uncertain. Under the impact of numerous ghost energy frenzy, it persisted for about half a word, and finally collapsed in the black energy.
Zhang Wenfeng probably knew it well in his mind. He chanted "Transcendence" calmly and used the scented mist to guide the sparse low-level ghosts to the void and underworld. He still had five chances to open the ghost gate. Before the critical moment, he would not come back. Easy to use.
Yun Qiuhe and Cen Sanlin, including Donkey, who were standing under the altar, all relaxed in unison.
The danger of the previous moment made them smell the deadly breath approaching their noses.
Fortunately, Zhang Guanzhu used means to eliminate the danger and let them pass the danger.
Listening to the high and low chanting, the three of them felt particularly peaceful and calm.
The donkey narrowed his eyes and listened intently. He didn't understand the meaning of the scriptures, but he was trying to figure out the ethereal Taoist charm contained in them.
Suddenly the donkey's fur twitched and he woke up. He looked around and found nothing.
It raised its head and looked up. In the dark sky shrouded in black air, dark clouds swirled to form huge whirlpools, flashing with dark flowing light. It was so weird that it looked like a deep one-eye looking down at the world. It was eerie and terrifying. That was what happened just now. The thing made his heart palpitate.
He stepped on the ground, attracting the attention of Yun Qiuhe, who was about ten feet away, and motioned to look up.
Yun Qiuhe took a look at the celestial phenomena and, not knowing the explanation, sent a message to Cen Sanlin.
Cen Sanlin raised his head to distinguish for a while, a little unsure, and said through the voice: "It is very much like the 'Path of Rebirth' in the underworld. According to ancient books, it is also shaped like a scary giant eye in circles. The surroundings are mysterious." The light flows, and it is said to be floating at the entrance of the human world and the underworld. How is it projected into the sky?"
Yun Qiuhe hurriedly reported these situations to Zhang Guanzhu, who was chanting sutras.
Zhang Wenfeng took a moment to glance at it, nodded slightly, and told the two not to worry. It should be the projection of the "Path of Rebirth". Based on the various information he had, he guessed that Guiziling was connected to the Platform of Rebirth, but he didn't know that it led to the third platform. How many passages are there?
There must be something wrong with the Fifth Senluo Palace, otherwise Bai Wu would not need to remind him in such a subtle way that this place is the passage to the underworld.
He moved his left hand outward and then cut downward, making a gesture agreed upon in advance.
The two of them understood each other and turned their attention to their surroundings, each taking charge of a position to be alert to possible new situations.
The black air coming from the mountains became thicker, and in just a moment, it covered the surrounding area like a dark night, and the strange phenomena in the sky were no longer visible.
There was a faint flash of silver lightning in the depths of the donkey's eyes. In the environment full of ghosts, Yun Qiuhe and the two people, who were higher in cultivation than Yun Qiuhe, looked around and suddenly discovered that a rock twenty feet away had moved.
Its eyes suddenly widened, and the hair on its body suddenly stood up.
The stone was shaken out of the ground and slowly changed to roughly resemble a person's shape. The hands and feet were slightly rudimentary. Together with the body, it looked like a round figurine. The face had some depressions and undulations, which represented the facial features. Rougher than the crudest stone carvings, it looks weird.
The stone-shaped human figurines were swaying and moving towards the altar, which was very strange.
"Look...Master, there are really strange stone figurines crawling out...How should we deal with it?"
Donkeys are not very courageous towards unknown things, and they are so frightened that they cannot speak properly.
Yun Qiuhe and Cen Sanlin also noticed the stone man who suddenly came to life, and drew their swords and watched closely.
They heard that Guanzhu Zhang had said hello in advance a few days ago that there were Yin soldier stone figurines in Guizailing, but they didn't know where they were hidden in the many mountains? I don’t know how to wake up.
As that stone figurine appeared, several stone figurines of different shapes appeared sparsely on the nearby hills.
The largest one is no more than three feet tall, and the smaller one is only a palm high, coming towards the altar. Note①
Instead of walking, they swayed from side to side.
The many ghosts who had been quietly surrounded by the fragrant mist and receiving the baptism of the scriptures seemed to be greatly frightened and let out bursts of frightened howls.
The screams of ghosts quickly became loud, the swirling black air fell into chaos, and dots of dim light scurried up into the sky, just like thieves who saw the officers and soldiers arresting them, and were afraid to hide away and did not dare to face them.
Yin soldiers in the underworld are different from lonely ghosts. Killing them for no reason is detrimental to Yin virtue.
Besides, if the Yin soldiers are angered, it’s not certain who will kill whom!
Yin soldiers never appear alone, but in groups, forming strange formations of Yin soldiers.
Zhang Wenfeng also didn't expect that what he did would lead to the secret soldiers in Guizailing who had not shown up for many years.
These Yin soldiers are different from the secular ghosts of the ancient battlefield. They were all great monks or demon cultivators during their lifetimes. After their death, they were able to sleep and preserve themselves with the obsession of their remaining souls in this extremely Yin place.
It has existed for I don’t know how many years.
Perhaps, the passage of the Rebirth Platform was set up for them to guide them to the underworld after they wake up.
However, due to the changing of dynasties in the human world and frequent changes in boundaries, this place has become a gathering place for ghosts.
It further nourished the prosperity of Yin soldiers.
Zhang Wenfeng waved his hand to signal the two of them not to move. He continued to chant and burned three more incense sticks. Many ghosts and black energy floated at very high places to commemorate them, and they did not dare to get even ten feet away from the ground. His mind was now almost focused on the new shadow. On the soldiers and stone people.
The first stone man arrived at the edge of the altar, raised his head and stared at the Taoist priest on the altar with his rough facial features.
Even if there is only a tiny trace of the killing spirit left, it is no small matter.
Zhang Wenfeng felt the skin on his face was slightly cold and tingling, and the gaze was actually real. It seemed that what he was facing was not a stone figurine, but a living person. He felt as if he was being stared at and scrutinized by an expert.
The second, third, and more stone figurines arrived quickly and lined up behind the first stone figurine.
The distance between each stone figurine is about eight feet. Although the stone figurines are of different sizes and shapes, which look funny, the formation is very strict.
The murderous aura then gathered together.
Zhang Wenfeng's skin was cold and stinging all over, as if there were thousands of needles all over his body.
He bravely held the incense and performed the ancient ritual of worshiping ghosts, chanting scriptures non-stop.
The mysterious and mysterious aura of invisible pity, peace, compassion, etc., radiated weakly from him in all directions through the power of thought.
The stone figurine observed for a moment, then lowered his hands and feet together with the body and bowed slightly. He no longer stared at the Taoist priest who was chanting sutras and practices. The stone figurines lined up behind all saluted, and there were waves of fluctuations emanating from the leading stone figurine.
"...performing the ritual of 'Yin Bing borrowing the way'?"
Zhang Wenfeng understood the other party's appeal, which was a very strange way of communication with mental fluctuations.
After listening for a moment, he thought about it and nodded slightly in agreement.
Sure enough, Guiziling existed because of these ancient Yin soldiers. Whether it was witch cultivators, demon cultivators or Taoist cultivators, the several conquests and campaigns in those years were abandoned halfway due to excessive losses. Some things were kept secret, and most of the truth was lost in time. In the dust.
What he has to do now is to wake up all the Yin soldiers, help them find a way to the fifth palace of the underworld, and end the historical problems left over from the past.
They are a group of forgotten Yin soldiers whose souls are still alive, and they have been banned in this world for who knows how many years.
Disaster will surely occur in the long run, and even the underworld warriors in the underworld are not willing to set foot here easily.
If we really angered the entire Yin soldiers in Guizai Ridge, the price paid would be so high that no force would be able to bear it.
Zhang Wenfeng looked back and used gestures and eyes to tell Yun, Cen and the donkey to wait here and not to go out of the circle he had arranged. He walked down from the altar, took a bundle of soul-inducing incense from the donkey's basket and tied it to his back. With swaying steps under his feet, he walked from north to south.
Behind them are more than ten stone figurines of various sizes, swaying and following each step.
If he didn't agree, there would be no way for him and his companions to escape. These Yin soldiers obviously believed that he could do it.
Wherever you go, the black air in the sky follows you like a shadow.
More and more ghosts were summoned by his chanting sounds and incense mist. From time to time, ghosts were inspired to enter the void and underworld, but they still couldn't keep up with the gathering momentum.
The vastness formed a strange majestic scene.
The black air in the sky is thick and like tide. On the ground, Taoist priests hold incense and walk on the mountain, chanting sutras like songs.
The increasingly spectacular formation of stone figurines and Yin soldiers followed the Taoist priests up the mountains and down the ridges, ignoring the fierce battle ahead.
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Note ①: The story of Guizailing is based on the "Mystery of the Millennium Stone Statues of Guizailing" in Tianguangdong Village, Dao County, Yongzhou, Hunan. If you are interested, you can search for it.
Also: the previous stories all have their origins.
