The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 491
After confirming the approximate location of Dixian Village, Professor Sun and the others cheered up. Next, as long as they cross this dark river, they may be able to see the Dixian Village that they have been longing for.

But how to cross this dark river made several people have a difficult time. Later, Fatty Wang suggested that there are many coffins buried here, so it is better to take a few as boats.

Fatty Wang rummaged around and found that these coffins had long been decayed due to their age and could not be used as ship boards at all.

Unwilling to give up, Hu Bayi searched again on the mountain of corpses, but in the end he found several red coffins painted with red lacquer and gold.

Professor Sun stepped forward and looked a little strange: "The style of these coffins is the coffins of the Ming Dynasty."

These coffins are wrapped with iron chains, and the coffins are decorated with mysterious-colored shells. They also depict a steel-bearded god with half a bloody ghost in his mouth, biting like eating roast chicken, which looks very bloody and cruel. , Looking at the shape of those lacquered coffins, they are all coffins around the Yuan and Ming Dynasties.

Professor Sun showed a look of unbearable expression: "This is a picture of Zhong Kui eating ghosts. It is painted outside the coffin, which means to suppress the evil spirits inside. It seems that the people in the coffin died in extremely tragic conditions, and were even martyred alive."

Hu Ba nodded: "Feng Shigu occupied the tomb of King Wuyang. It seems that he has gone crazy in order to become a fairy."

They were bold and fearless, so they tied several coffins together to make a simple raft, stood on it one after another, and walked along the slightly inclined tomb passage.

Song Xing once again used the ability to transform the environment to illuminate the dark underground as if it were daytime.

It can be clearly seen that there are different murals painted on the stone walls on both sides of the tomb passage.

While several people were still looking at those murals, Fatty Wang heard the voices of women singing a cappella, and couldn't help saying: "Staff Yang, what time is it, and I still have the mood to sing."

Then the singing stopped, and Shirley Yang's voice came: "I didn't sing."

Fatty Wang said with a smile: "You are the only woman in the team, and you didn't sing, could it be Lao Hu who sang it?"

Turning around and seeing Shirley Yang's serious expression, "You really didn't sing?"

My heart suddenly trembled.

Just at this moment, there were bursts of mournful female voices on the empty river again. The tune was so weird that it made hair stand on end.

Fatty Wang heard it more clearly this time, and his voice changed a little: "Master Song Song, why does it sound like it's coming from under my feet?"

The position where he is standing now is above several bright red coffins.

Song Xing looked at him and nodded: "It sounds like me too."

Fatty Wang swallowed his saliva, and said: "There is a saying—the arrows left behind by the people in the barren village, and the ghosts of Wanmu and Xiaoshu sang. Could it be the zongzi in the coffin singing?"

If it wasn't for floating on the river at this moment, he would have wanted to burn the coffin under his feet with a torch.

But seeing Song Xing's calm face, Fatty Wang relaxed again.

Even if there are zongzi, can it still be better than this master?
It's really about to come out, it's not certain who will eat it.

Just when Fatty Wang was suspicious, the sharp-eyed Hu Bayi found a secret passage beside the dark river, which had traces of artificial repairs.

So several people rowed the coffin to the location of the secret passage, and Song Xing directly knocked the coffin out of the water with one palm, and rolled and landed beside the river.

Because Song Xing illuminated the dark tunnel like daylight, Professor Sun and Hu Bayi could easily see a line of words engraved on the front of each coffin when the coffins fell to the ground.

The woman is unknown, buried under pressure and hidden; in the tomb of Nandou, the fairy descends from the wall;

Fatty Wang leaned over: "Woman or witch?"

Professor Sun despises Fatty Wang's ignorance.

"The so-called "Wu Nu" is a female corpse, but it is not an ordinary female corpse. During her lifetime, she was a "Master Niang" who was specially possessed by immortals. This kind of woman is often regarded as the upper body of "immortals, demons, ghosts, and queens". Psychic bodies are not good things, so they cannot be buried in the ground according to the normal burial system, otherwise their corpses will be killed by monsters, but when asking real immortals to use the curse, they must first incinerate their corpses as a sacrifice. There was a custom of lighting lanterns in front of the immortals in Tailing, Shaanxi and Bashan and Shushui."

Hearing this, Song Xing looked at the coffin at his feet, and asked, "So in Nandou's tomb, the immortals descended from the wall; candle corpses and lights are turned off, and the ghost voice refers to the fans, that is, let us burn the corpses inside, so that the ghost voice can point to the fans. road?"

Hu Bayi walked along the secret passage for a while, and found that there was an empty tomb inside, arranged according to the star map, to take the meaning of going up north and down south, this is undoubtedly the tomb of Nandou.

Xue Liyang said with a trembling voice: "Burning the corpse to point out the fans, talk nonsense, how is it possible?"

Professor Sun said with a serious expression: "In the land of Wushu, the witchcraft is so weird. Guanshan Taibao has stolen a large number of hanging coffins and obtained a large amount of witchcraft, so Guanshan Taibao is even more evil than Mojin Xiaowei."

Everyone agreed, and then Fatty Wang and Hu Bayi carefully untied the iron chains on the coffin, pried open the coffin lid, and revealed the female corpse wearing Ming Dynasty costumes inside.

The female corpse in the coffin stared with her mouth open, her face was already distorted, the inside of the coffin lid was covered with vertical and horizontal marks, and there were black and dried blood stains on it, presumably she was nailed alive in the coffin during her lifetime.

When I saw it so far, I can still imagine how miserable it was, and it was actually used as an "oil lamp" for Taoist seekers in ancient tombs to invite gods.

Xue Liyang showed a look of unbearable, Song Xing also sighed, stretched out his hand and flicked, and a ball of flame fell into the coffin.

The flames were raging, and the stiff body was burned by the fire, the muscles of the body continued to shrink, and the body lying flat sat up suddenly in the fire, and the body twitched and trembled wrapped in the flames.

The corpse was burned, but there was no smoke, and there was no strong burnt smell. Instead, there was a faint scent of cold fragrance.

Unlike the faint fear that flashed in the eyes of Hu Bayi and others, Song Xing's eyes showed a look of interest, as if he was looking forward to what this ancient art of descending immortals could invite.

Different from Song Xing's 72 supernatural powers of the Taoist sect of Zhenzong, he can invite real immortals.

Guanshan Taibao's art of inviting immortals was born out of ancient Shu witchcraft. 90.00% of the time, it is impossible to invite real immortals. The art of inviting immortals is close to witchcraft.

So Song Xing was very curious, what would be invited for this technique of descending immortals?
Hu, yellow, white, willow, gray, foxes, yellow skins, hedgehogs, worms, mice, these earth spirits?Or is it the Wutong gods, ghosts and mandrills in folklore?
The body was burned by the flames, and the fire had reached its peak. The woman's body was almost like a candle wick. The torso and head were all melted into red coke. The dark red flame reflected on the four walls of the tomb. A dark figure loomed on the bricks of the western wall.

There was a soft "click", and the "ghost" on the wall on the other side of the tomb suddenly turned slowly. Behind the dark wall was a woman sitting upright. Her clothes and decorations were all like Tang Dynasty. , with coquettish make-up, white flesh all over her body, rosy and delicate skin, which seemed to be broken by blows, but her demeanor dissipated, and she didn't have the vitality of a living person at all. She looked like a stiff person.

I just heard the ghost voice from the ancient Tang Dynasty corpse, weeping and complaining about the ethereal ghost voice.

(End of this chapter)