Holy Bone

Chapter 212

The surface of the river was pitch black.

The two candles in the chicken bone lantern flickered faintly.

After the master Taoist priest on the raft lit the dark fire of the little Hanba, he picked up a child puppet figure on the altar table.

The kid puppet was poorly made.

There are no facial features.

The master Taoist took the child puppet to the bow of the boat and squatted down next to the chicken bone lantern. With a touch of his fingertips, a few drops of candle oil were stained like a dragonfly.

At this time, the candle oil had just melted, and the temperature was still very hot. The master Taoist began to draw a spell on the child puppet with the candle oil on his fingertips.

That's an edict.

The handwriting is messy and scribbled, but the posture is sharp and sharp, revealing the majesty and solemnity of Taoism.

After drawing the imperial edict spell, the Taoist priest walked steadily again, and walked to the table of the altar as smoothly as if walking on the ground on the turbulent river.

He picked up a bowl of raw rice on the table of the altar, buckled the two bowls up and down, and then reversed it, and the raw rice became a rice with yin and yang reversed.

Then light three sticks of incense and insert them into the upside-down dead man's meal.

It is enshrined to the puppet figures of children on the altar to eat.

The incense burns in the dead man's meal.

But it didn't blow away with the wind.

Instead, it turned into a smoke snake, and all of them were sucked up by the child puppet figures.

At the moment when the three incense sticks were burned out.

The master Taoist raised his head and looked at the moonlight.

No more, no less, just at midnight, the time has come.

Pick up the corpse!

practice!

Prepare to stop the flow of the Yinyi River!
The master Taoist picked up the child puppet on the altar. At this time, the candle oil command amulet painted on the child puppet had cooled and dried, and its color was bright red, bright red, brighter than cinnabar, and it was particularly dazzling.

When the master Taoist priest walked to the side of the stone coffin again with the puppet painted with the imperial order talisman, he saw in the moonlight that in the stone coffin filled with glutinous rice, the small drought-eyed man with closed eyes and the corpse-repelling talisman on his forehead unexpectedly happened. There was a change, and the abdomen was swollen and swollen, as if he had just eaten a dead man's meal.

The master Taoist muttered something, and chanted a soul-calling incantation.

"Edict!"

A low drink.

A miraculous scene happened. When the master Taoist priest raised the left arm of the puppet, the little Hanba, who was suppressed by the corpse-suppressing talisman in the coffin and closed his eyes, also raised his left arm automatically.

When the child puppet sits cross-legged, with five hearts facing the sky.

Inside the coffin, the motionless little Hanba with the corpse-repelling amulet on his forehead with his eyes closed also sat cross-legged, with his five hearts facing the sky.

Dark night.

Suddenly.

"Wow!"

There was an earth-shattering cry of a baby, sharp, ear-piercing, unpleasant, and windy.

Deafening.

Echoes formed between the mountain walls on both sides of the river bank, and the cry was raised several syllables again.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

The first baby cry was earth-shattering.

The second cry of a baby rang out in anger.

The third cry of the baby changed, and the full moon above the head turned into a furry moon, a natural phenomenon.

……

Zhang Cai III lived by the Yinyi River for generations.

His family's ancestors were all fishermen who made a living by fishing in the river, and the skills of their ancestors were passed down to his generation, and he was also a fisherman.

Although life is not rich.

It's also fulfilling.

In the small fishing village where Zhang Caisan lives, every household has been fishing for generations. The fish caught in the nets are not kept for their own consumption, but sold to fishmongers in Fucheng.

It can be said that Zhang Caisan grew up watching Yinyijiang.

He also grew up listening to the sound of rolling river water.

Zhang Caisan fell into a drowsy sleep at night, woken up by a bubble of urine. In the dark, he opened his eyes and wanted to walk out of the house in the dark, thinking of putting water in the yard so he could go back to sleep.

Even when he went out to drain the water, he still mumbled that the weather was damn hot.

But after Zhang Cai went to the ground three times, he couldn't find his shoes, and the room was pitch black, not to mention how dark it was.

"Father, what's the matter with you, why do you keep listening to you moving around, which wakes me up."

Zhang Caisan's daughter-in-law was dissatisfied and complained.

"My son, help me look for it, I can't find my shoes..."

"It's so strange, it's so dark outside today, even the moonlight doesn't shine through the window, I can't find my shoes..."

Zhang Caisan said helplessly, he was still looking for shoes with his head bowed.

Zhang Caisan finally found the other right shoe that he accidentally kicked away after the lamp oil fire was turned on in the room, barely illuminating the room.

Then go to the yard to put water.

"I said, why is it so dark today? It turned out that the head of the moon was covered by dark clouds, and today is the Mao Moon."

Zhang Caisan walked into the yard, and it was pitch black outside. In the small fishing village late at night, everything was quiet, and every family fell into a deep sleep.

"It's not only Mao Yueyue today, but it's also so quiet outside that I can't even hear the most lively frog sounds..."

Zhang Caisan picked up the chamber pot in the corner of the yard to pour water, and turned his head to look around. The yard was dark, and the outside of the yard was also deep and silent, and he couldn't see his fingers.

The only light in the yard was the dim light of the oil lamp burning in the sleeping room.

Late at night.

There was silence all around.

Too quiet.

call--

A gust of night wind blew on the back of Zhang Caisan's neck, Zhang Caisan shivered suddenly, and ended up urinating on his hands, legs, and shoes.

Zhang Caisan was breathing heavily, and suddenly fear appeared in his eyes.

"Boy, baby, mother, you, have you heard the sound of the Yinyi River... the river?"

Not long after, this small fishing village by the river was slumbered in the middle of the night by a panicked cry.

"Oh no!"

"The river has stopped flowing!"

"The river has stopped flowing!"

The small fishing village, which was originally quiet in the middle of the night, was lit up with many lights in an instant, chickens and dogs jumped, and soon there was the sound of messy footsteps. All the men, women and children in the village held torches and ran to the river bank at the entrance of the village in a hurry.

The sound of the river disappeared.

The riverbed dried up, leaving only a shallow layer of river water in the center.

The dark cliffs on both sides of the strait, which have been submerged under the river for many years, are exposed to the eyes of the world.

The fishing boats on the shore were also stranded in the sand at this time.

Seeing this improbable scene, the villagers panicked and frightened.

"It's the Dragon King, the Dragon King is angry, and the Dragon King is going ashore!"

"The Dragon King is going ashore to marry the new Water Goddess!"

The old man in the village knelt down and wailed loudly, begging the Dragon King to appease his anger.

At this moment, the dry river bed and the small fishing village on the river bank form an abyss gap, as if a moat was cut by a ghostly axe in the world, piercing through the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, unfathomable and unable to fall to the end.

Because in hell, there are eighteen floors!
……

Yinyi River Daguaikou.

Dragon King Temple.

Dragon King Terrace.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the miraculously crafted scene in front of them. The river, which was still rolling in the Nujiang River, seemed to be wiped away by the hands of gods and demons in the blink of an eye, revealing the criss-crossing dry riverbed below the river, revealing the thousands of caves that have once again seen the light of day.

Simply incredible.

However, the interruption of the Yinyi River caused by this small drought was not complete, and it was significantly different from the previous two interruptions of the Yinyi River.

Because this time the Yinyi River is dry, it is not completely dry.

Only half of the thousand caves at the bottom of the river are exposed, and the other half is still submerged in the cold river water.

But even so, it still caused ripples in their hearts.

"Is this the Hanba? But this is a little Hanba that is already so powerful..."

Everyone held their breath and looked solemn.

But there are also some people who are expressionless, or show a relaxed and interested demeanor.

Jin An stared thoughtfully at the dry riverbed under his feet. Even the river can stop flowing. Is there an end to the power of ghosts and gods in this world?
"Everyone!"

The captain secretly channeled his inner strength, and his voice was like a muffled thunder, pulling everyone's minds back.

"The Yinyi River stopped flowing overnight. Although it was caused by Xiao Hanba's ability, you don't need to overestimate Xiao Hanba's ability."

"That Hanba, after all, is still a small Hanba that hasn't grown up yet. The Yinyi River stopped flowing overnight, not only because of the little Hanba, but also because of the influence of the changes in the heaven and earth."

The captain is trying to boost morale again.

really.

After hearing the captain's words, those folk exorcists looked a little better.

"General Captain, I'm not worried about any drought or small drought. I'm thinking about another thing."

"The Yinyi River is not completely cut off. Half of the Thousand Caves are flooded. I think the flooded part is still two or three people deep. How do we enter the Thousand Corpse Cave?"

The speaker was the northern man who was fighting with Kuixing.

The sound was loud and loud.

Looking at the carefree personality, in fact, there are details in the rough, and he asked the questions that everyone is most concerned about.

At this time, a country witch also answered in a sharp voice: "When the general and Fu Yin found us, they never said that we need to be able to swim, that we need to swim all the way into this cave of thousands of corpses. "

"What's going on in this cave of thousands of corpses, I think General Du Wei is very clear about it. Under the water, it's the world of those water corpses. How many living people enter and how many living people die."

"A living person can't hold his breath for long underwater."

"Even if you grew up by the river and are proficient in water, you can hold your breath underwater for a long time, but when you go into the water, your ability will be greatly compromised."

"General Captain, ask those priests if they can cast talismans underwater?"

"General Captain, ask those eminent monks again, how do they recite the Sakyamuni mantra underwater?"

The sorcerer was aggressive.

These folk exorcists either deal with evil spirits all year round, or deal with various corpses all year round.

To put it bluntly, they have been in contact with the dead longer than the living.

So one is more eccentric than the other.

Grumpy.

Especially with his own skills, this character is inevitably lonely and arrogant, even when facing court officials, he is not polite at all.

Facing the collision of the country witch in front of him, General Duwei did not get angry, his eyes pondered: "It is true that we did not think carefully."

"We didn't expect that the Yinyi River would not be completely cut off."

"But I have prepared so much tonight, if all previous efforts are to be wasted, it will be a great loss to the court."

The captain thought about it: "These small accidents are not difficult to solve. I can order the defenders to use local materials and build rafts for you overnight. It won't take too much time."

"And the speed of walking the waterway is faster and less labor-saving. Compared with the physical strength and time consumed by walking on the road, it saves time and effort. Presumably you don't want to walk in the cave for a day and a night?"

The captain's words really moved everyone.

The matter of building rafts and using waterways to enter the Thousand Caves was settled like this.

Then, General Duwei began to order his soldiers and village braves to cut wood and build rafts in full swing.

Fortunately, everything is lacking in this mountain, except the inexhaustible trees.

More people are easier to do.

The raft and temporary dock will be built soon.

Everyone walked down the Dragon King Terrace and went down to the temporary pier.

"Huh? General Duwei, that Taoist expert who can drive the little Hanba, won't you go down into the Cave of Thousand Corpses with us?" Someone asked curiously.

In the center of the Yinyi River where the river water has dried up, there is still a layer of shallow river water. The raft carrying the stone coffin is floating quietly and motionlessly on the shallow water in the center of the Yinyi River.

The master Taoist priest, holding a puppet with an imperial edict in his hand, sat on the stone coffin with his eyes closed and rested, not intending to come over to say hello.

Like an expert outside the world, aloof, lonely and indifferent to the outside world.

At this time, the stone coffin containing the small drought scorpion has been re-sealed and the four yellow talismans have been pasted back.

Only the chicken bone lantern hanging on the bow was still burning with two candles.

One ray is the Yanghuo belonging to that Taoist master.

One wisp is the yin fire belonging to Xiao Hanba.

The captain smiled and said: "Little Hanba needs someone to watch at all times, and there must be no slack. After we go down into the Qianku cave, whether we can come out smoothly, and whether the water in the Yinyi River will rise back in advance depends entirely on That senior suppressed the little Hanba for us."

The old man who carried the mortuary smoked a cigarette in his hand, looked at the stone coffin on the raft, subconsciously touched the small black coffin he had been carrying all the time, and gave a weird smile with fiery eyes: "Actually, old man, I can also represent Mr. Fu Yin and the capital. General Wei, to help take care of Xiao Hanba."

"It's like driving corpses, we have to be the most expert in carrying corpses, old man, I don't mind helping the two adults drive away corpses, and stop the Yinyi River."

The captain smiled and said nothing.

no respond.

The mortician still stared at Jiangxin Raft with fiery eyes, reluctant to part.

"General Duwei, this Taoist master is a senior from Yujing Jinque in the capital? I wonder if General Duwei can introduce this senior from the capital?" At this time, another Taoist stood up and asked Duwei curiously. Ask about it.

Jin An recognized him.

This is the master from the Taoist Temple of True Essence, whose name is "Taoist Cangxuan".

"Not really."

The captain smiled briefly and said that he didn't mean to explain in detail, and then he went back to the plan to enter the Thousand Caves: "Now the plan has changed, and we can only enter the Thousand Caves with the help of rafts. Considering the narrow space in the Thousand Caves , so the raft cannot be built too big, and a raft can accommodate two to three people. Everyone present, have you thought about how to enter the Thousand Caves?"

"One raft per person? Or several people together? I suggest that several people go together, so that there is a care on the way."

After a moment of buzzing discussion, the results were soon reached.

in fact.

Among the people present, there were three Taoist temples and six monasteries. Basically, one temple or one temple was just enough for a raft.

Jin'an, the old Taoist priest, and Jianjian, and a wooden raft.

Abbot of Bailong Temple, monk Kongming, monk Hongzhao, a raft.

There are two Taoist priests in Zhenyuan Taoist Temple and a raft.

There are two Taoist priests in Mingyue Taoist Temple and a raft.

Two monks in Nanxi Temple and a wooden raft.

……

Only those folk witches, Mr. Yin and Yang, questioners, corpse bearers...they are more troublesome.

"Hey, what raft is not a raft, I can't trust these foreign things. Old man, I only believe in myself, good boy, daddy, whether I can break through the cave of thousands of corpses this time depends entirely on you. Don't let you Daddy, I lost face in front of so many outsiders."

The ugly-faced corpse-carrier, the more he laughed, the uglier he became. He patted the black coffin with him with a strange laugh.

thump.

A response came from the black coffin.

As if this is a living coffin.

"We brothers... woo... used to two people working together... woo... can't accommodate others anymore... woohehehe..."

This time it was the pair of mourners in white robes and black robes who spoke. One of the two brothers had an expression that seemed to be crying but not smiling, and the other had an expression that was not smiling but not crying.

(End of this chapter)