Holy Bone

Chapter 1717: White Coffin Corpse Da Piaoliang New Clue

There is no curfew in the capital city. The night is quiet and all the lights are off. No one has anything to do with the capital city. Instead, the music and dance have just begun.

But Incense Avenue is an exception.

Out of respect for the gods and not wanting to disturb them, people in the community make the Avenue of Incense a rare quiet place at night. No one dares to make loud noises in front of the gods, for fear of disturbing the gods.

In the Wuzang Taoist Temple, where incense is burning vigorously and curling green smoke gathers, the incense and candles lit by pilgrims during the day are still burning. The Sanqing Hall, the Five Thunder Emperor Hall, the Six Ding and Six Jia Martial God Hall, the Erlang Shen Hall, the Merit Hall... there is a red glow of incense burning from morning to night, burning forever.

After a busy day, in the Wuzang Taoist Temple, only these incense sticks were burning quietly, and the people and animals in the temple had all gone to bed to rest.

In the backyard of the Taoist temple, there was a loud snoring accompanied by a few sounds of grinding teeth. The goats tied in the sheepfold were chewing carrots and glancing sideways at the old Taoist priest's room.

There is more white in the eyes than in the pupils, and the goat's unique squinting eyes seem to show a very anthropomorphic expression of disgust.

The source of the thunderous snoring and grinding of teeth came from the old Taoist priest's room.

In the side room, the old Taoist priest was sleeping soundly. No one knew what beautiful dream he was having. His hands were stroking Jin'an's head in his arms.

Then I saw yellow talismans stuffed into Jinan's ears to block out the snoring person beside him.

Jin'an's body was not in the side room, nor in the Wuzang Taoist Temple. In fact, he had been in the underworld for some time.

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The night in the world of the living is a time for rest, but the night in the world of the dead is a time of busyness.

The lonely ghosts in the underworld and the wandering ghosts in the world of the living are all busy in the underworld when the yin energy is at its strongest. The underworld is much more lively at night than the world of the living.

When Headless Jin'an took a white paper boat, crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and came to the Painted Corpse Cave again, along the way, many people were amazed by his appearance as a headless Taoist priest and looked at him sideways frequently.

When the old corpse painter who was holding the magic brush and painting crazily saw his headless appearance, he actually paused for a moment and looked at him again.

However, when Headless Jin'an wanted to confirm again and looked carefully at the old corpse painter, he found that the other party was still painting as usual. The old corpse painter had the magical power of adding the finishing touch. The pictures of strange birds and beasts from the Classic of Mountains and Seas painted by him all came to life on the mountain wall. Some ferocious birds and beasts would even pounce on passers-by. It was like another version of the story of Ma Liang with the magic brush.

Some of those murals are old and covered with a layer of gray dust, while others are still very new. There are murals that are hundreds of years old and some that are thousands of years old.

Perhaps deeper in the Painted Corpse Cave, there are unknown murals dating back thousands of years...

I just don’t know what the scene will be like in the thousand-year mural, and what kind of mythical beasts and gods will be painted on it...

Looking at the old corpse painter who was oblivious to the outside world and just busy painting like a madman, Headless Jin'an felt suspicious. He always felt that the other party was behaving strangely just now and looked at him more.

The corpse painter was still the same as before, with a gaunt face, a hunched body, a pale face, a head full of white hair, and a look of madness and concentration on his face. Just as Wutou Jinan was still looking at the corpse painter suspiciously, a cold wind blew outside the corpse painting cave, and several spirits flew into the cave.

Those souls were not wandering ghosts in the underworld, but living people in the world of the living.

Every day, Shinto masters come to the Painted Corpse Cave to try their luck and seek opportunities.

These people were walking together and talking to each other. They must have known each other in the world of the living. As soon as they entered the passage on the mountain wall of the Painted Corpse Cave, they were suddenly startled and shocked by the image of Jin'an's headless Taoist priest.

"Is this headless Taoist priest a human or a ghost?"

This was the unanimous opinion of several people.

“Although the other party deliberately used the divine light of the Yuanshen to cover his body, and his figure was hazy and blurry, but when I looked at the blurry figure and the divine light of the Yuanshen, I felt that he looked very familiar, but I couldn’t recognize what was familiar about him at the moment.”

"He has a missing head on his neck, and he deliberately concealed his identity in the painted corpse cave. Of course you can't recognize his identity. If you can recognize his identity without looking at his head or face, that's abnormal."

"That's wrong! There is a special person in the Painted Corpse Cave! Even if he turns into ashes, we can still recognize him because his reputation in the Painted Corpse Cave is too loud! The other person is 'My Last Name is Not Chen'!"

Hiss!

There was a sound of people gasping for air in the passage!
No matter if they were new to the Corpse Painting Cave or had been there before, after being reminded like this, they all recognized the identity of Headless Jin An!

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Just like the person before said, "My surname is not Chen" is too famous in the Corpse Painting Cave. He has set consecutive records of the seven-dimensional magnetic holy light baptism by his own strength. He is a fierce man who has created a historical precedent!
On the enlightenment stone tablets deep in the cave, there are seven stone tablets with images of each record-breaking event, for people to observe and admire every day. The figures who broke new records time and time again have long been unforgettable and deeply engraved in the memory of everyone who enters the Painted Corpse Cave!

"The last time I saw him in the Painted Corpse Cave was half a year ago. How come his head is gone in just half a year? Did he act too high-profile and die in the world of the living, becoming a ghost in the underworld? Or did he switch to some kind of self-mutilation practice, like the evil magic taught by the southern barbarian wizard, the Flying Head Barbarian?"

"Bullshit Feitouman, how could such a small and evil Taoist method be worthy of his attention? The other party is a Taoist master who has set a record for the seventh-dimensional magnetic holy light. It's like an immortal who is used to eating the flesh and blood of dragons and phoenixes. How could he bow his head to eat coarse and crude bran?"

One of the newly arrived spirits stared at the headless Taoist priest and sighed, "Today, on the grassland of the fallen Steppe Khanate, I saw an old man with a green lotus leaf on his head and a Feng Shui master carrying a white coffin on the grassland. They were walking very fast. I thought this was the most outrageous thing I saw today. But in the Painted Corpse Cave, there was something even more outrageous. A headless living person was jumping around in the underworld."

It has long been no secret in the Painted Corpse Cave that Jin'an can travel through time in the flesh.

It is very obvious whether it is the physical body or the soul that has gone into the underworld, and cannot be hidden from the eyes of these Shinto masters.

When Jin'an's physical body reached the top of Xiaolonghu Mountain in the Painted Corpse Cave and broke precedent by running to the underworld to break through the third realm of the Shinto, many people witnessed the great commotion and strange phenomena in heaven and earth that day with their own eyes.

"A lotus leaf on the head? Is this a plant that has turned into a spirit?" Someone else exclaimed in disbelief.

"Who knows? Now is the beginning of an era of great contention, anything is possible." The man before continued to sigh with emotion, causing others to marvel at him. It is true that the world is so big that there are wonders, and there is an even broader world outside Kangding.

The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously. When Wutou Jin'an heard the other party's description, he was shocked. The first thing he thought of was that Senior Zhong and Mr. Yi were carrying the white coffin and corpse of Senior Zhong and were traveling deep into the grassland Khanate!