I want to embrace the moon for nine days
Chapter 307 What's in the coffin? Divide the troops into groups and curse the way
The water of Zengmu Shoal is shallow and its location is special. There are no big waves on the sea all year round and it is not affected by typhoons.
Ever since Our Lady of Wuling built the colorful Our Lady Palace here, she flattened the terrain, modified and reorganized it, and paved the ground for dozens of miles around with white jade, making it smooth and flat. Pearls were hung on the coral trees as lamps, which were lit day and night.
Walking on the seabed and looking up, the azure blue sea and the sky merge into one, like a piece of crystal with no end in sight.
When Grandma Styx brought people here, the entire territory of the Notre Dame Palace was covered with white silk, and there were wailing, ghosts howling, and a sad and gloomy mood everywhere.
Many holes were dug in all directions, leading to the black oil and water veins underground.
The sky above the cave was covered with crystal, and the black oil was guided out and burned fiercely in the crystal cover. There were many monsters nearby, blowing out evil winds that penetrated the crystal and helped the black oil burn.
Master Yin Guang took a casual glance and saw that in the black oil flames, there were many gold, silver, pearls, jade, carriages, gorgeous clothes, swords and ancient zithers burning. They were all top-quality magical instruments.
Even if it is held in the hands of an ordinary Pure Land Immortal, it can be used in a way that suits one's status and is not at all embarrassing.
Now those magic weapons were burned and cracked, and were gradually burned in the evil wind and flames.
It can be said that all of Kunlun's authentic disciples and high-level masters are as wealthy as a country and are extremely extravagant. However, even if the Reclining Buddha Kunlun monk died, it would be impossible for them to burn so many magic tools for his burial.
Master Yin Guang felt secretly regretful and was also shocked by his wealth and extravagance.
The maids in the palace had already come out to pay their respects to the Saint River Goddess, saying that the Virgin Mary was sad and asked them to sit outside for a while and have some tea.
In a few words, he also mentioned the current situation of Notre Dame Palace.
It turned out to be the Prince Iron-backed Dragon of the Holy Mother Palace, who was killed in a surprise attack by people from the Emei Sect. His body has been in state for 108 days.
If nothing unexpected happens, he will be buried today, so all kinds of magical instruments that Prince Qiulong loved during his lifetime are being burned as a way of mourning. In addition, there are some old items that will be buried with the prince.
"Speaking of which, grandma, I still don't know who the Virgin Mary gave birth to this dragon prince..."
Grandma Minghe sat in the tea pavilion, her eyes darting around, muttering softly to herself, no one knowing what she was thinking about.
"It seems that ever since I heard about this Prince Qiulong, I have only heard about how favored he is and how arrogant and domineering he is. What is it about him that deserves such favor from the Virgin Mary?"
Master Yin Guang looked at his nose with his eyes, and his nose looked at his heart, and he dared not say much.
Since Holy Mother Wu Ling herself did not mention it, it would be difficult to talk about this kind of thing even if she is a genuine Kunlun person.
After waiting for a while, a maid finally came out from the mourning hall of the Notre Dame Palace to invite him.
Grandma Minghe's face turned serious and she walked quickly towards the mourning hall of the Notre Dame Palace, her voice was as gentle as a yellow oriole crying blood.
"Old sister, I haven't come to visit you for so many years, and you didn't even know that my nephew was harmed by those bastards in Emei!!"
"Ah, alas, God is really jealous of talented people!"
"Why didn't elder sister write to tell me? If I knew about this, I would have rushed to Emei Mountain and fought them to the death. I would have sacrificed my cultivation to get an explanation for elder sister!"
Mother Wu Ling looked to be about 40 years old, but she had white hair. She wore a black silk and green ribbon Bagua Taoist robe. Her hair was tied up in a Taoist bun with a jade hairpin through the middle. At this time, her eyes were filled with tears as she clasped hands with Mother Styx.
"My son died suddenly, and I am also heartbroken. During this period of time, I have been sitting in this mourning hall day and night. If my little sister hadn't come to visit today, I'm afraid I would not be able to calm down."
"I will make those bullies from Emei pay with blood sooner or later. But you must not act rashly, little sister. If they harm you again, alas..."
The Lady of the Styx lit three incense sticks for Prince Qiulong. The incense burned brightly in the sea water and never went out. Three points of green smoke went straight up to the surface of the sea and into the sky.
After she finished the worship, she took the Mother Goddess Wu Ling's arm and walked to the jade cloud bed in the side hall of the mourning hall, and sat down together.
The two great demons talked about their old friendship, and then the Styx Grandma started talking about business.
"The world is in a time of great trouble. I am kind to others and seek the truth, but somehow I am always bullied."
"Old sister, you may not know that the former acting headmaster of Kunlun Sect, the Reclining Buddha Kunlun Monk, was also killed."
"Although Helian Peng has been seeking the Dharma with all his heart and has been in seclusion for many years, he couldn't help but shed tears when he heard the news. He even used the favor we had in the past to ask my little sister to go to the Central Plains and avenge him as the acting headmaster of Kunlun."
"However, when I went to the Central Plains, I found that the murderer was only a hair's breadth away from surviving the fire of the three disasters."
"It is not difficult to defeat him, but it is hard to say if I can kill him. Therefore, I have come to ask my elder sister for three thousand Secret Demon Void God Sons to seal the void, destroy his Yuan Gong, and scatter them in order to ensure safety."
The face of the Holy Mother Wu Ling changed slightly: "Central Plains has produced another person like this. Shaolin's Zen heart is not permanent, and it is just seeking fame and reputation. Wudang is in a period of transition and talent is dwindling. Does this person belong to Emei or Demon Mountain?"
"It's hard to tell where this person came from."
Grandma Minghe said, "But he has the heir of Wudang and the little girl Long Yunfeng from the Demon Mountain Sect by his side."
"Emei and Wudang have a deep friendship. It would be a mistake to regard him as an accomplice of Emei. Please lend me the treasure. I will kill him and vent my anger for my nephew."
The tears in the eyes of the Holy Mother Wu Ling were gone at this time. She said thoughtfully, "My little sister, I'm afraid you don't know that the Emei thieves killed my beloved son and instigated the sea monsters to rebel. Now I have sent out all of my sons, including my disciples and my troops from all directions, to suppress the rebellion everywhere."
"The South China Sea is so vast that even if I personally lead an expedition, I cannot pacify it in a short period of time. If I lend you the Son of the Sky God in a hurry, I am afraid that the situation elsewhere may change, and I may lose more of my troops for nothing."
The South China Sea is the largest ocean in the world. It is 32,000 miles wide from north to south and 38,000 miles long from east to west, with an average depth of over 1,000 feet.
The deepest place reaches more than 3,300 feet, which means the depth can reach more than 20 miles.
Zengmu Shoal is said by ordinary people to be located in the southernmost part of the South China Sea, but in the eyes of practitioners, it is only located in the northern part of the vast South China Sea.
Although the number of immortal-level masters existing in the sea is not much more than that on land, due to the intensity of internal strife in the past thousands of years, their strength is far less than that of the human race on land.
Therefore, the heritage accumulated over the generations is quite impressive.
If the Holy Mother Wu Ling wanted to attack their ancestral land, she would naturally have to deploy her forces on a full scale and divide her troops to contain them. Otherwise, whether they formed an alliance or tried to escape, it would take too much time and the situation would be unpredictable.
"The elder sister looks down on the younger sister."
Grandma Minghe silently sensed the Yellow Spring Water on the other side of Daba Mountain. She realized that Su Hanshan was still struggling with it, and felt relieved. She said, "I'm not in a hurry to borrow it now. I can still wait for a few days."
"In the next few days, I am willing to join hands with you to take down all the toughest bones. When we have accumulated a lot of momentum, we can borrow the Son of the Sky God. It shouldn't be too difficult for you, right?"
Mother Wu Ling turned her eyes and said firmly: "Okay!"
"My son's funeral is over. Now that I have come out of the grief, it is time for me to make a difference."
She walked towards the mourning hall, raised her hand and pointed, and the ground suddenly gave way, revealing a dark cave with gurgling muddy water.
The coffin of Prince Qiulong fell into a deep cave and was soon buried and disappeared.
"Without further delay, let's get started now."
After hearing this, Grandma Minghe stood up happily.
However, before leaving the mourning hall, the curious thought in her mind came up again.
There are many people in the world who want to know who the father of the Iron-backed Dragon is, but very few have the courage to explore it.
Even without mentioning the Holy Mother Wu Ling, when this Iron-backed Dragon was alive, it was not easy for outsiders to explore his bloodline. Now that he is dead, his mental cultivation has dissipated, and the remaining bloodline is easier to explore.
Grandma Styx looked back, and with one glance, she had already aroused the illusory thought of Styx Yellow Spring. She went deep into the cave, appeared in the coffin out of thin air, and quietly explored the past with the most secretive means.
However, as soon as the illusory thought of the Yellow Spring appeared, Grandma Styx's heart skipped a beat.
That coffin...
There was nothing in that coffin!
There was only a kind of cold and ruthless feeling left, which was so precise that it stripped away the skin, flesh, bones, brain, internal organs, blood, emotions, and remaining thoughts layer by layer.
People boast that heaven’s heart is not high, but human heart is the highest.
The complex changes in people's emotions and thoughts are indeed difficult to separate clearly. The blood of living beings in the world is also the result of the evolution and interference of all things, and the accumulated redundant traces are also countless.
It is not difficult to completely deprive someone of their bloodline, and it is even simpler to intercept the soul, but to separate it so thoroughly is simply impossible.
No, not like segmentation and dispossession, but like dissection and recycling.
It seemed as if this iron-backed dragon was not a creature born naturally from the ignorance of all things, but a carefully created character.
After Qiulong died, Mother Wu Ling claimed that she was heartbroken, but she was not in a hurry to seek revenge. Instead, she sat in the mourning hall for 108 days. What was she doing during this time?
Grandma Styx vaguely felt that the coffin began to sink into the other coffins.
There were coffins outside the coffin, and those coffins were moving as Mother Wu Ling stood up and was about to leave.
Without saying a word, Grandma Styx cut off any connection with that illusory thought of the Yellow Spring.
She sensed that extremely mysterious magical powers were operating in those coffins. This might be the true fundamental Taoism of Holy Mother Wu Ling, a hidden great method.
But she resisted the urge to peek.
If something like that were to be spied on, it would be hard to say whether the scene of sisterly love would still exist.
"The Styx..."
Mother Wu Ling suddenly paused and said in a distant voice, "Qiu Long has been born for three hundred years. I am really sad about his death, and it also aroused my other sentimental feelings."
"For example, the relationship between you and me as sisters. However, we cultivators have some secret skills and methods that only we can enjoy. We are not willing to share them with others."
She looked at Grandma Minghe, "There are many monsters in the world, but how can a dead tree, which is neither alive nor worshipped nor made into a vessel, have spiritual wisdom, know how to practice, and become a great monster? I have never asked you about this secret."
Grandma Styx looked at her, smiled softly, and turned to look outside the Notre Dame Palace.
"You fool in the sea, you dare to go against your sister, you really don't know how to live or die. Let's go quickly, I can't wait to kill!"
………………
"Good good!"
Outside the ancestral land of the mermaids, Bai Yizi tried opening his mouth and speaking a few words, and sure enough, his blood and vital energy no longer dissipated, and he was overjoyed.
"Brother, your method is really impressive. This is the first time I've seen someone feed his thoughts as medicine to others!"
Su Hanshan's telekinesis was not produced directly from his soul, but relied on the inert energy mobilized by the golden elixir. It was extremely delicate and low-burden in nature. It was then crushed by the Xuantai energy and transformed by the small five elements' life-killing thunder method before it could heal people smoothly.
The true meaning of "Thousand Character Classic" demonstrated by Fan Zhongyan just served as the final step in purifying the medicinal effects.
Otherwise, just like when Lei Yuzhu operated the formation, the soul magnetism converted out could only be put on the outside of the soul like armor, or at least it could be considered a tiger and wolf medicine and could not be used to heal the seriously injured.
"Although I have restored your mental strength and prevented your injuries from getting worse, your injuries are not yet fully healed."
When Su Hanshan was healing him, he was a little wary at first, but later he relaxed and allowed Su Hanshan's mental power to reach his soul.
For Su Hanshan, this was the first time he had such an opportunity, and he noticed some subtle things.
The wounds left by masters of the Yuanshen realm during battles probably generally have the characteristics of wearing out their realm of perception.
It’s like a person who has practiced calligraphy millions of times, and there is deep meaning in his writing. After being cut by someone, although he has taken a panacea and recovered from his injury, and still has the strength to hold the pen, the feeling is not right and he needs to practice again.
Ouyang Chun's knife of memory could only randomly insert itself into the enemy's memory, and it was unable to accurately select the target and cut off other people's martial arts realm.
As for the demon-subduing martial arts, after practicing to a level equivalent to the Divine Palace, even if one does not make special efforts in that direction, one can still have such magical powers, which is truly beyond words.
"As long as the injury is gone, I will soon be able to regain that feeling."
Bai Yizi was full of confidence and suddenly did a somersault, full of energy and joy.
He actually seems to be a real teenager, his mentality is even younger than his appearance.
"By the way, why do you have the aura of Lu Hai Jin Deng?"
Bai Yizi came close to Su Hanshan, suddenly bent down, and stared at the position of Su Hanshan's right index finger.
Others couldn't see it, but he could see it very clearly. Within the seemingly delicate halo of that finger, there were extremely small devil faces. Some of the demonic nature in them made him feel quite familiar.
Su Hanshan raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to look at his fingers.
This part of his Dharma body had once been dismembered by Xia Suiliang's three-pointed, double-edged sword, but his current Dharma body has been reshaped.
"Can you see this?"
"I can't help it. I have fought with Xia Suiliang too many times. Although he has a bad character, his martial arts are indeed very good. If he hadn't been injured by Third Uncle, he might have reached the same level as me. But later, Third Uncle was also beaten because of this incident."
Bai Yizi straightened up, "It seems that you have defeated him. Is this the devilish nature that was taken away from his sword?"
"I was ready to eat that knife, but I wasn't done yet."
Su Hanshan said succinctly, "I have offended a lot of people. Grandma Minghe came to the South Sea to borrow treasures in order to kill me. She might join forces with the Holy Mother Wu Ling."
"Our enemies have united, so of course we should unite as well. My goal is to at least prevent the Styx from taking away the Sky God's army. What about you?"
Bai Yizi said bluntly: "The old loach of the Holy Mother Wu Ling seems to want to occupy the spiritual cave of the sea and refine a treasure. After refining it, I am afraid that he can return to the Middle Earth and seek revenge on Emei. Our goal is at worst to restore the balance of power in the sea and to balance the power with the Holy Mother Palace. At best... we want to kill this demon king who has been causing trouble for hundreds of years!"
When the two looked at each other, they both felt that they got along very well and felt very comfortable.
Tao Fuan hardly got a chance to say anything, and while he was hesitant to speak, the two men had already decided to form a frank alliance.
Bai Yizi was still in a good mood. He turned around and patted the old beggar on the shoulder. "The Liao monsters have all gone to the sea. Shaolin doesn't need to worry about it for the time being. The old man has mastered the art of stealing the sky and changing the day, and his body movements are as magical as ghosts. So, we should go to Shaolin at full speed and ask the eight famous monks to come to the sea to help."
Tao Fuan opened his mouth. He was an elder in Wudang and usually loved to show off. Every time he laughed or scolded, he would always include some instructions for the younger generation.
But when he met Bai Yizi, he really had no temper. Before they could explain each other's identities and family backgrounds in detail and talk about their origins in the martial arts world, they started to assign tasks.
"The situation in the sea is really terrible. Since you don't need the old beggar to treat your injuries, I really shouldn't delay any longer."
Tao Fuan sighed, then disappeared in a flash.
Su Hanshan looked at Lei Yuzhu: "You..."
Lei Yuzhu was calm and said, "I am very annoyed after being hunted for so long. Even if I cannot kill the dragon head-on, I will still help."
"Okay, then help me send these spells to the locations pointed out on the ice crystals."
Su Hanshan agreed readily and handed over the ice crystal plates that he had memorized, along with a bunch of gray and ice-blue spells in the form of pills, to Lei Yuzhu.
"A spell?"
Bai Yizi took a look and although he could not see all the mysteries, he could see some effects. He said, "The spirit cave is related to the continuation of the sea life. That old loach wants to occupy it and wipe it out. Although it is vicious, we can't do it."
"It's not a spirit cave. There is more thought than energy in a spirit cave, and it is too stable. I planted the spell halfway in the energy channel, and I want to use the flow of heaven and earth to make it happen naturally. If I forcefully drain the spirit cave, it will be bad."
Su Hanshan's palms glowed with light, interweaving into a spell. He said, "Now I only have this body to travel with, and I don't have the true fighting power of the soul that has survived the two disasters of water and fire. It would be more meaningful for us to act separately and cast more spells, and then join forces with you."
"You and I will just go to those troubled places, plant the curse, and capture the Sky God Child to rescue them."
"The world is changing, time is running out, we must live happily and not be lazy. I think the likes of the Wuling Holy Mother will not be slower than us!"
(End of this chapter)
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