The current of this underground river is very fast, and the sound of rushing water can be heard in our ears. We were frightened walking on the dirt road next to it.
"Xiao Dao, do you think this river is connected to the two sections above? Don't you think the blood river above is connected to hell?
"Look at us walking underground now, does that really mean something?"
No one spoke for a long time, and Du Jun couldn't bear it anymore, so he stretched his neck to look into the river next to him.
As soon as I saw Du Jun's state, I knew that he was feeling nervous. Not only him, but Liu Han next to him also slowed down.
To be honest, they are both a little scared now.
There are more and more strange-shaped stones on both sides, which look like a group of demons dancing under the light, which makes people feel guilty.
Coupled with the fact that there is no sound here, it does feel a bit like we are walking through hell.
Just when Du Jun was about to say a few words, Liu Han in front suddenly stopped.
Under the illumination of the headlight, a figure appeared in front of me.
"who?"
As Liu Han exclaimed, he and Du Jun aimed their rifles at the front at the same time.
"Don't be afraid, that's a stone statue. Take a good look at it."
I said calmly, patted Du Jun on the shoulder, stepped over them and walked forward.
The two of them looked carefully again, then relaxed, put down their guns and followed.
At this time, I was standing next to this stone statue. The stone statue was about the same height as me, with a bald head, big thick lips, and a cassock.
This is a monk.
But the face and cassock were painted black, and the beads hanging around his neck were not ordinary beads, but carved skulls.
"What kind of statue is this? Why is the face black and there is a skull hanging on it?"
Such a stone statue suddenly appeared in the gloomy underground passage?
Liu Han couldn't help but think of what Du Jun said just now. This was becoming more and more like the underworld.
"This is the Eighteen Demonic Monks, the legendary Arhat who fell into hell."
I frowned as I looked at the stone statue in front of me. How could he appear here?
I walked around the stone statue and tapped it with my magic wand.
all! A solid voice came out, without any mechanism.
Liu Han stared blankly at my actions. He had only heard of the Eighteen Arhats, but never of the Demon Monk. Did he fall into hell?
"Uncle Liu, there's no need to look. There must be others if you go further."
I didn't explain too much, just shined my headlight forward and said.
"That's it, this place is really fucking evil. Did someone do this?"
Liu Han kept walking forward with a grimace.
The formation remained unchanged, and the three people's hearts were lifted.
There must be something wrong with this underground world. According to Liu Han, it’s either the Palace of Hell or the Gate of Hell.
"Here, swallow this pill and put this talisman on your body."
I took out the pills and amulets and handed them to them, then burned the Zhengyang Talisman and lit three Yang lamps in Liu Han's adoring eyes.
There is already a cold and evil atmosphere here, and with the sudden appearance of the devil-faced Arhat, I am afraid that the road ahead will not be peaceful.
…
The Demon-faced Arhat is the legendary messenger who protects hell. However, not many people know about this legend. Only senior people in the four great sects know about it.
Their legend originated from ancient India.
It is said that more than 2,000 years ago, thirty-six disciples competed for the title of Eighteen Arhats, and later the top eighteen who were even more outstanding were promoted successfully.
The remaining people who were eliminated lost their minds and reversed their beliefs and began to believe in the devil.
As a result, he fell into hell and became the guardian of hell.
Originally, this legend was only circulated in some ancient Indian classics. Unexpectedly, when it spread to the Ming Dynasty, it was borrowed by an expert in exorcism.
This is also related to the origin of this expert.
Corpse exorcists, like our evil exorcists, mostly originate from Taoism.
But that expert was born in Buddhism and always felt that he was incompatible with other people. Later, he simply found an awesome backer for himself.
Just say that what I learned came from the Eighteen Demonic Monks, and that my ancestor lived in hell. Then do you think what I practice is not authentic?
So the corpse exorcism sect formed a branch with eighteen ancestors.
His disciples all dress like monks, only wearing black monk robes and wearing skull beads around their necks.
They are called corpse-driving monks in the world.
This sect has the smallest number of people, but it is very capable. It combines many Indian Buddhist spell formations and has unique skills in cultivating high-level zombies.
If the Demon Monk Stone Statue appears here, it is definitely not the same one.
Sure enough, as we walked further, the second, third, and eighteenth ones appeared not far away.
Du Jun is not as free and easy as before, so he came over to ask me.
"Xiao Dao, what's going on with these weird bald monsters?"
I whispered: "Don't you always say that this place leads to the underworld? This time you were right.
"They are the guardian angels of hell, also called the Eighteen Demonic Monks.
"How's it going? Do you still want to go forward?"
In fact, I wanted to scare him deliberately, but when I said this, it made Du Jun become arrogant.
"Why don't you move forward? What's not demonic, isn't it just two stones?
"If you can, why don't you make a move? I'll give him two shuttles first."
Du Jun stabbed him with the barrel of his gun a few times. When he felt that it was not enough, he went up and kicked him again.
When I saw that he was doing his old habit again, I hurriedly pulled him away.
"Okay, this stone statue is dead and won't move?
"If you hit him, it will damage your glorious image. You'd better save your energy! When something really pops up, you can hit him again."
Liu Han shook his head and smiled bitterly.
“No wonder you two can become the Great God and the Second God, you are so brave.
"So I thought I was awesome enough, but compared to you? I've become a complete sissy!"
Liu Han wiped the sweat from his head.
"They are just two great nephews! The further we go, the softer my legs become. Didn't you see that the river water has turned red?"
"Going red?"
Du Jun and I shined our headlights toward the river on the lower left.
The originally turbid yellow river water has turned as bright red as blood, but the color is not as deep as the blood river above.
"Hey, Uncle Liu, so the two rivers at the entrance and exit of this valley are connected underground?"
I asked, staring at the lake.
Liu Han nodded: "That should be the case. In fact, I had doubts about it."
"Uncle Liu, where are we now in this direction?"
I asked again.
Liu Han looked up and counted with his fingers.
"According to this distance and direction, we should have surpassed the red pool and have reached the vicinity of the Blood River in the canyon.
"Well, it's just past the blood pool, right?"
I nodded and stood by the river and looked forward. At the current speed, I should be able to cross the canyon soon.
However, the terrain ahead is getting narrower and narrower, and he may slip into the blood river at any time.
Just to be on the safe side, I took out a rope and threw it into the blood river, then pulled it out after one end sank into the water.
Then he dipped a silver needle into the blood, carefully put it under his nose and smelled it.
I have no doubt that this blood river is really composed of blood. As Professor Luo said, the river water must be like this because of the red minerals in the ground.
But the cold atmosphere inside is getting stronger and stronger, so out of caution, I still have to check it out.
There is no special smell under the nose except for the smell of rust, except for the smell of corpse.
This is also normal.
There will be some dead bodies of animals and even humans in every river. I am more worried about whether there are any piranhas or the like in this river.
It's a pity that the color of the river water is too bright, and you can't see anything in it.
"Look Xiaodao, there are several stone statues in front of it."
Du Jun suddenly pointed forward and said.
"Hey, look at that one? It's exactly like the one in the ghost temple."
I looked up and saw a row of stone statues faintly appearing under the light in front of me. At the front was an old man, with children standing on both sides.
Yes, it is exactly the same as the statue in the temple where the Flying Centipede appeared.
Guiguzi plus two boys.
The remaining few have never appeared before. Du Jun and the others may not know them, but I am very familiar with them.
This official is dressed as Cao Cao, that one is Ge Hong...
How is this going? The ancestors of the four great sects are all here.
