Holy Bone

Chapter 237 The Sutra of the Dead and the Monkey
"Old Daoist! What about cutting the sword?"

"When you fell below, why didn't you wait for us and left?"

"What is the Book of the Dead?"

Jin An quietly approached the old Taoist priest and the mourner brothers. He was pleasantly surprised at first, and then asked in a low voice.

After approaching.

Only then did Jin An see it.

Both the old Taoist priest and the mourner brothers were in a bit of a panic.

The clothes on his body were scratched in many places, all of which were broken in the tunnel, and there were still many scratches and bruises on his hands and arms.

Fortunately, they were all flesh wounds.

Facing Jin'an's question, the old Taoist priest did not answer right away.

Instead, he turned his head and glanced nervously at the direction of the suspension bridge on the river, and mainly looked at the black cloth prayer flags on the suspension bridge that fluttered from time to time. He was relieved to see that there was nothing abnormal about those black cloth prayer flags.

"Little brother, it's a long story to say."

The old Taoist looked at the direction of the suspension bridge and the passage of the dead with some anxiety, grabbed Jin An's wrist, and hid in a more hidden dark place behind him.

I don't know if it's humid and cold here, and the old Taoist's hands are a little cold.

The scratches on his hands made the old Taoist grin his teeth in pain, and he talked about the situation after the fall: "When the four of us just fell, thanks to the sharp sword, we shot in time, except for a small scratch , avoiding more serious injuries."

"It's just that when we just fell down, we were alarmed by something under the tomb. This tomb is not very flat, mother, there are so many rat spirits, so densely packed that we can't count them all."

"I don't know how many dead people in this tomb were eaten by those rat spirits. They ate the flesh of dead people until they became fat."

"Don't look at this little thing that looks naive, fat-headed and fat-brained. These little things eat dead human flesh to survive, and they have already become bloodthirsty. When they see a big living person, their eyes are as wide as mung beans Seeing that the bastard is as big as it is, it is very fierce, and its hind legs hurt more than a rabbit's kick, which makes people grin, thanks to our fast running, we finally ran up those hanging steps to avoid those rat spirits that eat dead people's carrion."

As the old Taoist said, he lifted up his Taoist robe and trousers aggrievedly, and showed Jin An that there were indeed many scars on his lower back and calves.

Luckily no bites or scratches.

Otherwise, these black dolphins who specialize in eating the carrion of dead people, the poison on their teeth and claws, may not be cured in this tomb with simple treatment conditions.

"Little brother, didn't you bump into those mung bean-eyed mouse spirits when you came down?" The old Taoist gave Jin An a surprised look.

Jin An replied yes, and said that maybe it was because most of the black dolphins were attracted away by the old Taoist priests. He only met three or two who were left alone.

The old Taoist looked at Jin'an suspiciously: "Little brother, old Taoist, why do I think you are talking about 'running away' at this time, as if you are insinuating, alluding to old Taoist us?"

A few black lines hung down on Jin An's forehead, and he glared at the old Taoist priest: "Stop talking nonsense, you haven't said where the sword was cut, and what is the Scripture of the Dead?"

After getting acquainted with Jin An, the old Taoist became more and more thick-skinned, and there was no embarrassment on his face.

"We were bitten by those rat spirits all the way. There, we cut our swords and went into the Book of the Dead to find another way out."

Hiding in the dark, the old Taoist raised his finger and pointed to the suspension bridge on the river not far away, and those black prayer flags.Perhaps it is because of the low temperature at the bottom of the cliff. The low temperature makes a thin layer of mist float on the river surface and the suspension bridge with high water vapor, with a hazy feeling of emptiness and reality.

"What is the Book of the Dead?" The old Taoist looked serious.

"That is a desperate situation that can kill people, but even save people's lives!"

"The Book of the Dead is a bridge connecting the underworld and the yang world. The yang energy in the yang world is suppressed the weakest, and the solitary yin skyrockets. Once you step into the range of the dead man's book, there will be no boundary between the underworld and the yang world. It is equivalent to a living person stepping into the underworld. It is more deadly than using the soul to go to the underworld. The underworld is full of all kinds of dead people and the hearts, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys of the living. They haven’t seen fresh ones for a long time. So this book of the dead is also called the path of the dead.”

"No one knows what kind of underworld the Dead Man's Sutra is placed here. The degree of danger in this underworld mainly depends on the power of the Dead Man's Sutra. There are so many dead man's sutra banners here. Look, I'm afraid there is a vicious monster hiding. Even if thousands of years have passed, these dead people have been wiped out by the years, and their power is more or less weakened. Jianjian has a special physique, he walked up those suspension bridges alone, and found out for us where the suspension bridges lead to the underworld."

The old Taoist explained to Jin An.

Because there were outsiders present at this time, the old Taoist priest did not explicitly say that Sword Cutting was a corpse hunter, but implicitly said that Cutting Sword had a special physique.

The corpse-hunter belongs to the dead body of the living, and is designed to go to the dead place where the living cannot go. In the eyes of the dead, the corpse-hunter is a dead person, not a living person.That's why it is said that Sword Shaving is most suitable for the Dead Man's Path on the Suspension Bridge.

Jin An instantly understood the meaning of the old Taoist's words.

Jin An's eyes showed surprise.

Do the living set foot in the underworld?
These black cloth prayer flags are really not a good omen.

Just when the old Taoist priest had just introduced the underground situation to Jin An, there were dark hanging steps, several torches approaching like long snakes, and the quiet footsteps of many people walking on the stone steps.

"The Book of the Dead!"

The village witch who was walking in the front saw so many black cloth prayer flags in front of her, her shoulders trembled, and her footsteps suddenly stopped.

Just like the mourners and brothers when they first saw the Book of the Dead.

"Sister, General Captain, we are here."

In a shaded corner, an old Taoist priest wearing a Taoist Jiuliang scarf, with half of his head exposed, waved and shouted quietly.

The country witch came back to her senses when she first saw the Book of the Dead, and hurriedly approached the old Taoist with a torch in her hand, and at the same time saw Jin An.

"Jin Engong."

The country witch came over happily.

The old Taoist was depressed: "My sister, and I..."

The country witch nodded lightly: "I have met Daoist Chen."

The old Taoist didn't seem to notice the difference in the country witch's tone before and after. When he heard the country witch greeted him for the first time, he was already satisfied and opened his mouth happily.

At this time, Du Wei, the three monks of Bailong Temple, and Kuixing Kick Dou all joined together.

But I didn't see those cavalry guards.

After pondering for a while, Jin An figured out the reason. The crypt that collapsed was actually very narrow, and the armor on those cavalry guards was too heavy to pass through the narrow place.

Afterwards, the old Taoist repeated the situation he had just introduced to Jin An to the captain and the others.

There are not many people who can recognize the Book of the Dead.

Du Wei, the three monks of Bailong Temple, and Kuixing Kick Dou were all seeing the Dead Man's Sutra for the first time, and when they heard the power of the Dead Man's Sutra, they all looked a little dignified.

Next, after a short discussion, everyone decided that they could not rely on the dangerous and treacherous suspension bridge in front of them, and looked for other ways out.

Unfortunately.

After searching for a circle, everyone returned to the original place to meet up again without success.

There is only one road under the cliff, the suspension bridge in front of you.

Everywhere else is dead end.

And the end of those dead ends is the unfathomable black river.

"Old Daoist, how long has it been since you cut the sword?"

Seeing that the sword hadn't come out of the suspension bridge, Jin An frowned slightly and asked the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist first calculated the time silently in his heart, and then said: "It should be two incense sticks soon."

"Has it been this long..."

Jin An looked at the river surface and suspension bridge with a thin layer of mist all the time, and those black cloth prayer flags waving like ghosts in the thin water mist. It really is the Dead Man's Scripture, the Dead Man's Path, which is very similar to the scene in the underworld. ...

"It's not a solution to wait like this. There is no other way to go under this cliff, and it is not realistic to go back to the cliff and go back along the original road. We will eventually have to walk from these suspension bridges to the other side of the river to find Another way of life."

"Old man, you should still have some corpse oil in stock, can we use the old method to fool those dead people wandering in the underworld again?"

After Jin An pondered, he asked the old Taoist priest.

What Jin An was referring to was to cover the three yang fires of a person with corpse oil.

Jin An's words really stopped the old Taoist priest.

The evil spirits in the underworld are different from the yang world. The evil spirits in the yang world are either corpses or souls, while the evil spirits in the underworld are the accumulation of resentment and obsession between heaven and earth.

Wherever rivers and lakes pass by, they are all places where Jiuqu Huangquan passes through.

This nine-curved yellow spring connects heaven and earth, mountains and rivers.

Can't measure beyond the horizon.

Kuafu 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 for thousands of years, bones are buried everywhere. It rises, builds up and is flattened by wind and rain, and it goes on and on again, burying generations of people who came after it, and there is no pure land to be found.

The more miserable the death, the deeper the obsession, the longer the stay in the underworld, the lingering obsession, the deeper it accumulates, it has long surpassed the scope of ordinary lonely ghosts...

The old Taoist had a look of embarrassment on his face: "It's the first time for a living person to go to the underworld. This is also the first time for the old Taoist to enter the bridal chamber. Even the old Taoist, I'm not sure if I can successfully hide the sky and the sea, and if I can deceive the ups and downs in the nine songs and yellow springs of the underworld. Evil."

Jin An frowned and looked at the suspension bridge on the river: "Someone has to be the first to try this. We don't have much dry food and fresh water, so it's impossible to keep dragging and not go to the other side of the river to find a way out."

"I have experience in this matter, let me try it first to see if it works."

"Old Daoist, don't worry, I have my own measure. If there is any accident, I will withdraw immediately and will not act recklessly."

Jin An noticed the worried eyes from the old Taoist priest, and gave him a relieved and calm look.

"One more person and one more care, let me go with Daoist Jin'an." Du Wei took the initiative to stand up and asked everyone not to persuade him, he had made up his mind.

At this time, even the village witch also stood up: "Jin Engong, my old lady, my clay pot is filled with grave mound after a hundred years of evil corpses' bones and ashes. Maybe it can be combined with corpse oil to complement each other. Let me, my old lady, accompany you." Jin Engong breaks through the legendary Book of the Dead, just how powerful it is."

"Please Jin Engong don't try to persuade me, my old lady. My life was originally saved by Jin Engong. I just did what I should do."

To be honest, on the suspension bridge shrouded in a layer of mist, the danger is unknown, and Jin An doesn't even care about his own safety, he doesn't want to take anyone with him.

On the contrary, once there is danger, the success rate of escaping alone is higher.

Just when Jin An was thinking about how to persuade the captain and the country witch, suddenly, in the eerie silence, in the gloomy ancient tomb, treachery broke the darkness and calm, and knocked on the eardrums of people.

clang clang-

There was an ear-piercing noise, as if some heavy iron object was being dragged on the ground, hitting the stone steps with a sound, getting closer.

At the same time, it was accompanied by the sound of someone's heavy footsteps on the suspended steps.

"Huh? Why did someone come down again?"

"Could it be that the iron cavalry guards who were left by General Duwei in the fake tomb also came down?"

wrong!

Not those cavalry guards!
Because the footsteps of those who came down were only one person!Moreover, such a strange big movement is not the style of the well-trained cavalry guards.

clang clang-

The strange heavy impact sound was getting closer and closer in the silence.

"If it wasn't for those cavalry guards, could it be the corpse bearer who went down to the tomb before us? The inquirer? Mr. Feng Shui and others? One of Mr. Yin and Yang? Or someone else?"

"But the behavior style of these people is not like the commotion in front of them..."

"Don't even light a torch, just get down in the dark..."

Kuixing muttered a big man kicking and hanging his eyebrows.

clang!
clang!
Pat, when the footsteps came down the last step, everyone finally saw who the mysterious person was.

"Ok?"

"How, how is it possible!"

At this moment, everyone was stunned. Zhizhizhi, a little monkey with wild eyes, crouched on the shoulder of a dead body dragging a rusty and heavy guillotine in its hand, went down to the bottom of the cliff, and walked straight up the suspension bridge. Head to the other side of the river.

(End of this chapter)