I have a long pupil

Chapter 239 Shocked to hear about the Soul Burial Bottle

"Look down, don't look at them!"

Xuan Hua realized something was wrong and quickly reminded him, with a hint of anxiety in his voice.

"Look down!"

Pang Shanhu gave the order without hesitation, and everyone immediately lowered their heads and stared at their toes.

At this time, even those with the weakest spiritual awareness can feel the malice coming from all directions, like dark clouds before a storm, constantly gathering.

Everyone was sweating on their foreheads, and felt a chill in the Tianling Cap area above their heads, as if there were ice cubes placed on it.

Fortunately, when everyone lowered their heads, their eyes no longer converged. The villagers and hunters also slowly turned their heads, their expressions returned to normal, and they continued talking and laughing, as if they had not seen the crowd at all.

"Follow me, everyone, don't look at them!"

Xuan Hua also lowered his head, gave an instruction, and led everyone into the old house next to the village. As soon as he entered, he quickly closed the old wooden door and breathed a sigh of relief.

The old house is not small, but with so many people pouring in at once, it still became extremely crowded.

Pang Shanhu was wary and looked at it secretly.

I saw that the room was covered with dust, and there were dishes and chopsticks on the table, but the food inside had turned into a black mass and was frozen hard.

There were black blood stains on the table, the floor, and the earthen walls, in the form of sprays, and the atmosphere was gloomy, making it a proper haunted house.

He secretly held the short knife at his waist and said in a deep voice: "Taoist Master, can you tell me now, what exactly happened here?"

Cold sweat broke out on Xuan Hua's forehead. He sat down covering his wound and said with a gloomy expression, "It's a long story. There are some things that I still don't quite understand. I just want to ask my seniors to help me analyze it."

After saying that, he glanced at Hou Shun and said, "Since the mission of tracking down the Slaughter Cult was released, there were almost no people willing to take it. We had no choice but to take it on our own. It happened that the Taoist fellows in Qingfeng Village sent a clue..."

"We found a disciple of the Four Scenery Sect to act as an internal agent, followed the clues to find this place, and found that the Killing Sect was secretly conducting a killing ritual."

Pang Shanhu frowned, "Sacrifice of killing, there aren't many people in this village, can't they cause such a strange phenomenon?"

Xuan Hua took a deep breath, "They performed the killing ritual not to gain power, but to open a relic in the spiritual world here, but they alarmed another force."

"Everyone is trapped here. Those who use magic will be besieged by those things. We used the altar, but we can't feel the power of the divine court..."

"Everyone who wanted to escape has not come back. Regardless of us or the people of the Killing Cult, we are all trapped here."

"Is the Slaughter Cult member here too?"

"Well, it's on the other side of the village, just in case..."

Call ~
Before he finished speaking, a dark wind suddenly rose outside, as if countless evil ghosts were roaring in it. The sky darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the torches in the room swayed and turned green.

"Quick, kneel down! Don't look up!"

Xuan Hua's expression changed drastically, and he quickly came to the unconscious junior brother, pushed him down, and held his vest up.

He himself knelt down and touched his forehead to the ground.

Everyone is a monk, so they inevitably have arrogance in their hearts. No matter what they encounter, there is no reason to kneel down flatly.

Pang Shanhu was a little annoyed at first, but when he heard the movement outside, something suddenly came to his mind, his expression changed drastically, and he shouted: "Quick! Quick! Kneel down and touch your foreheads to the ground!"

Everyone was a little confused, but along the way, they encountered various strange situations, and Pang Shanhu never made a mistake in dealing with them.

Moreover, this was the first time they saw Pang Shanhu so panicked, even a little scared...

Bang bang bang!
Everyone was kneeling on the ground, their foreheads touching the ground.

At the same time, the door panels and nailed windows in the old house crackled, as if someone was beating wildly.

In the roaring wind, there seemed to be various strange sounds of musical instruments, sad and shrill, and at the same time, there was an old and cold voice coming out: "The souls of the dead are returning to heaven, the earth is dark, the wind is shining, the souls are wandering, the monsters are laughing, the bones are jagged, life and death." Intertwined, transformed into a human world..."

This scene is really frightening.

Moreover, the singing seems to have a magical power, which arouses endless reverie in people's hearts, and they can't help but want to take a closer look.

"Don't look up! Stay focused and guard your heart!"

Xuan Hua quickly reminded loudly.

Everyone's minds were agitated and they didn't dare to make any more changes.

Only then did they realize that there was always a coldness spreading on the ground where their foreheads touched, which kept people awake.

Fortunately, this strange phenomenon came and went quickly. In less than half a stick of incense, the dark wind had dissipated, and the air became fresh and cold again.

Even in the distance, the laughter of villagers could be heard.

"Brother Liu, how was your harvest today?"

"Oh, forget it, I didn't hit anything..."

It seemed peaceful and peaceful, but combined with the terrifying scene just now, everyone just felt creepy.

Pang Shanhu stood up slowly, his face turning livid.

"Here, there is a 'moment'!"

Xuan Hua also stood up, sat down on the ground, and said with a sad smile: "If it's just 'moment', it's okay. If you find the rules and break them, you can leave, but I'm afraid there are still crazy ghosts and gods at work..."

"Master, what is 'moment'?"

The short and fat disciple Meng Yuanshou couldn't help but ask, and others also looked at Pang Shanhu.

Pang Shanhu took a deep breath, "The so-called 'rules' are rules, similar to the divine domain, but within the scope, the rules of heaven and earth will be distorted."

"This kind of thing rarely appears. It is said that it only appeared in ancient times when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was strong and strange beings were born, unless..."

As he said that, he looked at Xuan Hua, "Have you ever seen what relics of the spiritual world the Killing Sect is trying to open?"

Xuan Hua said in a deep voice: "Senior, you are right. It is a monk's cliff tomb. This village is a Yin and Yang layout of Bagua, and most of them are the descendants of the tomb keeper."

"No wonder…"

Pang Shanhu said thoughtfully: "Although the 'moment' is terrifying, if the core is cracked, it can be refined into a powerful magic weapon. The killing cult probably came here for this purpose, but he did not expect that the monk's soul has turned into a mad ghost and is also trapped in here."

"Just now, I'm afraid it was the monk's burial scene."

"Master, what should we do?"

After hearing what Pang Shanhu said, the disciples still didn't understand, but looking at the fourth-grade Xuan Hua, they didn't know that they were in big trouble.

Someone said in a panic: "How about asking Mr. Tai Sui to take action?"

"It's useless…"

Xuan Hua shook his head, "This place is equivalent to a small independent world. The rules are twisted and external forces cannot penetrate. Even I, Xuandu Guanshenting, cannot sense it."

Pang Shanhu pinched the summoning talisman in his arms and nodded solemnly: "Yes, the only one we can rely on now is ourselves."

"Everyone, don't panic."

Hou Shun was extremely calm at this time, looking out the door with a faint look, "I vaguely understand what you two mean. This ghost place is equivalent to a big formation. You can leave once you find the Shengmen, but now you are surrounded by evil things." Control, that thing’s brain isn’t right?”

Xuan Hua nodded slightly and said, "That's what I mean."

Hou Shun said thoughtfully: "The key now is to find out what is inside. Since the Killing Cult is planning this place, they must know more than us."

Xuan Hua said solemnly: "That's right, but the previous confrontation led to the siege of evil creatures in the village. Many disciples were killed and injured, and they were unable to escape. Obviously they are not capable of cracking this place."

"If you use magic here, you will be besieged?"

"That's right." Hou Shun was happy when he heard this, "This is easy to handle. I'll go and talk to you first and see what those people know."

Xuan Hua frowned, "Will they be kind enough to inform you?"

Hou Shun didn't waste any time. He stood up and dusted himself off. "Anyway, if you continue to stay, you will be dead. It's better to try your luck."

Afterwards, he handed the Yin Talisman Beads and Summoning Talisman to Pang Shanhu, and warned: "If I die, it will be up to Senior Pang."

After that, he opened the door and went out in front of everyone's worried eyes, and carefully closed the door for everyone.

As soon as he went out, he lowered his head, ignored the surrounding villagers, and walked slowly forward in the direction Xuan Hua mentioned.

Along the way, the voices of villagers kept coming to my ears.

"Erwazi, look what dad brought you?"

"It's foggy on the mountain, and there are evil monsters. Muramasa said, don't leave the boundary monument..."

"What should we do? The mountains are covered with heavy snow and all the livestock nearby have been killed. We can't survive the winter just by eating that wolf-headed konjac..."

Hou Shun didn't care at first, but when he heard this, an idea flashed in his mind. He didn't rush to find the people from the killing cult, but wandered around the village and listened to the conversations of the villagers.

He found that as long as he didn't look at the villagers, they would treat him as if he didn't exist, and it would be fine even if he came close to them.

"Rules, rules..."

Hou Shun became more and more bold, and a smile appeared on his lips, "I see, as long as you understand the rules clearly, you can use them. Tsk tsk, we are familiar with this kind of thing!"

"Moment" is indeed terrifying. For monks, their original power is limited. For them who are accustomed to using strength to solve problems, they are simply at a loss. Therefore, even Xuan Hua is full of pessimism.

But everything is special.

Hou Shun grew up in Yujing City. Living on the streets has street rules, and joining a gang has gang rules.

There are also the rules of the imperial court. Even if you enter the world of cultivation, you are still bound by the rules of various forces.

As a low-level person, Hou Shun has been able to make it all the way to the present, even being entrusted with important tasks by Zhang Biao, because he knows how to walk within the rules...

As Hou Shun walked, he lowered his head and used charcoal to write and draw on the white cloth. He walked around the village a few times. After listening to all the conversations, he already had a map of the ancient village in his hand and murmured:

"These people obviously don't know the identity of their ancestors, but after the fog disaster, they found that evil spirits could not enter the village boundary stone, so they could survive..."

"They have a wolf-headed konjac, and someone must have run outside. Maybe they leaked the details and were noticed by someone with an intention..."

"Boundary monuments, ancestral halls, stone carvings on the back mountain cliffs..."

After drawing some circles in several important places, he straightened his clothes, walked outside the old house at the other end of the village, picked up a stone, and threw it out.

Boom!

There was a hole in the tightly closed rotten wooden door, and there was a sudden rush and commotion inside.

"Everyone from the Slaughter Cult..."

Hou Shun rubbed his face, pretended to be panicked, and said in a trembling voice: "The Taoist master of Xuanduguan asked me to tell you, are you willing to cooperate and leave?"

After a long time, a few people slowly appeared in the darkness. The leader was the possessed Chu Fei.

He was also injured, his eyes flashed red, and he spoke in an old voice, "Cooperation...how to cooperate?"

Hou Shun trembled and seemed to be frightened by his momentum. He said with a sad face: "My lord, I also entered this place by mistake. Those Taoist masters said that they want to know first what is in the tomb?"

"Humph!"

That "Chu Fei" sneered and said: "These juniors in Xuandu Guan are very scheming. They sent you to die. It doesn't hurt to tell you. There is a master soul bottle inside."

"I didn't expect that there was a magic weapon refined by 'Jiu' inside. If I had known this, I wouldn't have opened it without permission."

As he spoke, there was a hint of joking in his eyes, "By the way, I forgot to tell you that although you won't be attacked if you don't look at the villagers, when the 'Unknown Soul Burial' appears, staying outside is also a death!"

Hou Shun's expression changed and he turned around and ran away without saying a word.

He overlooked one important thing.

The "unknown soul buried" mentioned by the other party must be the strange sound of the wind just now. He didn't know the time interval and spent a long time in the village.

Seeing Hou Shun fleeing in embarrassment, "Chu Fei" smiled sinisterly and slowly closed the wooden door.

In just a few breaths, the sky quickly turned dark, and the wind howled on the ground, rolling up snow.

A horrifying scene appeared: the villagers all stopped talking, and were hanging upside down with their heads down and their feet up...

Hou Shun just glanced at it and felt a chill welling up in his heart. He covered his head and rushed forward without saying a word.

Fortunately, the village was not big. When the surroundings were completely dark and the strong wind was about to sweep people up, Hou Shun finally returned to his old house.

Push the door, close the door, and lie down on the ground, all in one go.

Everyone was relieved to see him returning safely.

Not long after, the terrifying howling sound of the sinister wind disappeared again, and Hou Shun stood up with a palpitating look on his face and narrated the situation just now.

"Soul bottle...the soul's burial is unknown?"

Pang Shanhu and Xuan Hua changed their expressions at the same time.

Seeing everyone's doubts, Pang Shanhu said in a deep voice: "This soul bottle is a kind of funeral vessel. The bottom is a clay pot, and the top is sealed to create a pavilion. It is also called a barn jar or a pile of plastic jars."

"They are often found in the tombs of dignitaries, but they are all imitations. The real soul bottles are the abodes of the dead. It is said that the souls buried in the bottles can stay awake after death and continue to practice in the abodes of the dead."

Xuan Hua also gritted his teeth and said: "To put it simply, it is the so-called ghost cultivator!"

With that said, everyone immediately understood.

Meng Yuanshou said thoughtfully: "Disciple, I probably understand that a monk knows that his time is running out, so he turns into a ghost cultivator and makes various arrangements to hide in a cliff tomb in the spiritual world."

"The people from the Killing Cult probably wanted to conquer the ghost cultivators or steal their treasures, but who would have thought that they would cause such trouble."

Pang Shanhu nodded and said: "As long as we find the ghost cultivator's body and kill it, we may be able to crack this place."

"If you think that way, you may be deceived!"

Hou Shun smiled coldly and took out the map from his arms, "If it were that simple, the people from the Killing Cult would have already taken action. I checked the terrain of the village and found something strange."

As he spoke, he took out the map he had sketched and showed it to everyone.

Looking at the marks drawn on it, Xuan Hua said: "When we first arrived, we discovered that this village is arranged according to the Yin and Yang Array. Although it has been a long time and has undergone many transformations, the stone Bagua outside the village has not changed. move."

Hou Shun shook his head and said, "Taoist Master, please read again."

Hearing this, Xuan Hua took a closer look and frowned: "Something is wrong. Why are the two rituals reversed and the eight trigrams reversed? This is not what we saw before!"

Hou Shun nodded and said: "I listened to all the villagers' conversations, and they kept mentioning the old village center and the village ancestral hall, but I have been to that place and there is no ancestral hall at all!"

"The leader of the Killing Cult looks young, but he is clearly a cunning old ghost. He told us about the soul bottle to induce us to enter the cliff tomb in the spiritual world. If it is easy, why doesn't he go?"

"Perhaps the missing ancestral hall is the key to breaking the formation..."

Xuan Hua stared at the map, his face suddenly turned pale, "I understand!"

He looked at everyone and said, "This village is a soul bottle. We are all living souls and have already been absorbed into it!"

　And at night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)