White Bone Monkey King

What are the relics of the Five Zang Taoists?

A Taoist robe with five internal organs.

A Taoist disc that represents the identity of a Taoist disciple.

"Guangping Youshuo Synaesthesia Record" is an ancient book bound with thread.

A scroll of bamboo slips called "The Secret Sutra of the Five Internal Organs".

A letter.

These are the five items in total.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot there was a goat."

Jin An turned his attention to the silly sheep tied to a millstone in the yard, munching carrots carefree.

"Mr. Jin'an, is this calf also one of the relics of Taoist Wu Zang?"

"This calf looks quite... unique. It looks like a sheep."

"Little old man, this is the first time in my life that I have seen a calf that looks like a sheep. It looks like a Taoist. Every famous master in history is always accompanied by strange beasts from heaven and earth?"

The big old man surrounded the silly sheep in the yard and said in surprise.

Jin An: "..."

Baa baa baa baa baa baa——

The goat barked seven times this time. I wonder if this goat has become a spirit and can understand human speech. At this time, it is spitting out sweet things and complaining about the big old man's ignorance?

The big old man was shocked: "Is this a sheep?"

"This sheep looks like a calf."

Jin An: "..."

Old Taoist priest: "..."

The two of them looked at each other. Why did they feel that although the big old man in front of them had a big head and looked quite intimidating, he seemed to be a little sluggish?

Jin An's balls ached, and he suddenly became a little worried about whether something unexpected would happen if he took a trip to the underworld.

"Master Jin An, if this goat is also one of the relics of Taoist Wu Zang, I'm afraid the coffin I brought today is a bit too small, and the white coffin may not fit in it."

The big old man circled around the goat and said with a troubled expression on his face.

Jin An thought for a while and said: "Let's try to go to the yin first. If it doesn't work, why don't I treat everyone to a mutton hot pot to drive away the dampness and coldness of spring? By the way, I can bring another pot of mutton hot pot to worship the five internal organs Taoist?"

This proposal was immediately approved by the old Taoist priest and the big old man with beaming faces.

What——

Shayang only made a short and weak sound this time.

"Master Jin An, may I ask where these two coffins are placed?"

Jin An thought for a while: "Just put it in the house."

What a coincidence.

The old Taoist priest just happened to fill the room tonight with the scriptures "Xingqi Golden Seal Script".

Now, if we say where is the safest place, it is naturally the safest place in the house.

Because according to what the big old man said, when people go to the underworld, their souls go down to the underworld, but their bodies still stay in the yang world.

Although Jin An shouldn't doubt the other party's identity and intentions, sometimes it's better to be careful.

Even if it is not to be wary of the big old man, he must also be wary of any evil spirits from the outside world who take the opportunity to seize his body and seize the empty shell of his body. After all, the yard is too spacious and the defensive goal is too large.

Jin An sometimes wondered whether this veteran might have overheard his out-of-body conversation with the big-headed old man in advance, right? Or is it true that the old Taoist can predict events like a god, and can really tell the future destiny through the Heavenly Stems, Earthly Branches, Zhouyi Bagua? Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?

The big-headed old man has no objection to this: "Everything depends on you, Mr. Jin An."

"Little old man, I see that this house is filled with scriptures about the house. These lonely ghosts and I can't enter Yangzhai's house. We can only carry the coffin to the courtyard. Mr. Lao Jin'an has to carry it in person for the rest of the journey. The coffin goes into the house.”

Jin An suddenly realized that this must be the origin of the folk saying that "ghosts and gods cannot come uninvited". Without the owner's permission, ghosts and gods cannot enter Yangzhai's house.

Therefore, this is also the reason why many houses have a Bagua mirror, a butcher's knife, a restraint device, or couplets with door gods hanging on the front entrances of many houses.

Of course, there is another half to this sentence. It is easy to invite God but difficult to send away.

If you invite the wrong god by mistake, whether it is a blessing or a disaster, it all depends on your luck and which wild god you invite.

"Master Jin An, wait a moment."

Under Jin An's puzzled gaze, the big-headed old man took out a gold lock pendant and handed it to Jin An: "Please keep this concentric gold lock. It was given to me by my wife before I came here." For you, Mr. Jin An."

"My wife said that the Tongxin Lock means sharing the same destiny, sharing the same joys and sorrows, never leaving, never leaving, never forgetting. As long as Mr. Jin'an does not take the initiative to take off the Tongxin Lock, and Mr. Jin'an does not take the initiative to forget the Tongxin Lock, From now on, no matter where Mr. Jin An goes, if there is danger, my wife will come to rescue him. My wife also said that although this concentric lock cannot compare with those incredible spiritual treasures, it can still give half a chance of life. In this way, Mr. Jin An will have a total of four and a half chances of survival, and even if he fails to slay the demon, his life will not be in danger."

Before Jin An could react, he saw the old Taoist priest beside him winking at him, as if his eyes had been blown into the sand at night and they were almost turning into rabbit eyes.

Jin An naturally understood what the old Taoist priest's eyes meant.

This concentric lock is definitely a big treasure. It is definitely not as understated as the murderer in the white coffin. The old Taoist priest is telling him not to miss it. This kind of big treasure is hard to come by. Once you miss it, you will regret it for the rest of your life. .

Jin An didn't think too much about it.

Since you can gain half your life, who would think that you have too many life-saving cards? Just wait until this time of luck is over and return it.

I, Jin'an, am the kind of person who eats food that comes from outside? Let me hold the food for a while and then return it.

"Boom!"

As the big old man finished speaking, there was a movement in the black coffin next to him that had been quiet all this time.

It was as if someone was tapping the coffin in agreement.

Jin An and the old Taoist priest all looked at the black coffin in surprise. Was the body about to be raised?

The big old man smiled and said: "Young Master Jin An, there is no need to be nervous. The expert in the black coffin said, plus his half chance of survival, Mr. Jin An will have a total of five chances of survival this time."

"With five and five pairs, great things can happen."

Jin An looked at the black coffin in surprise, and then at the big old man. Could this be the legendary eighth level of corpse language?

Can you talk directly to the dead?

…

Although the wooden coffin was thick and weighed several hundred kilograms, it was still a small matter for Jin An.

Because the coffins were large and could not fit through the door frame of the room, the last two coffins were placed directly in the lobby. Jin An couldn't help but mutter, why did this make it look more and more like he was keeping a vigil for him?

There are some notes on how to go Yin.

The big old man has already explained everything to Jin An.

However, it was a bit taboo for a living person to lie in a coffin, but when he thought that doing so could repay the life-saving grace of the father and son and the Taoist priest in the coffin temple, Jin An immediately felt relieved.

Compared with the life-saving grace, this psychological barrier is insignificant.

When Jin An pushed open the lid of the white coffin, fortunately there was no strange smell inside, and the inside of the white coffin was also very clean. It was a brand new coffin.

One look and you can tell that Jin An is its first owner.

Next, Jin An began to bathe, cleanse himself, put on the Taoist robe of the five internal organs, then lay down in the white coffin, and then placed a handful of "Guangping Youshuo Synaesthesia Record" and "The Secret Sutra of the Five Internal Organs" by his side.

Put the same on the left and right sides.

As for the last Taoist disk, it is placed above the chest, with the palms of both hands pressing on it.

The final sealing of the coffin and the pressing of a handful of soil on the grave were left to the old Taoist priest. Jin An was lying flat in the coffin. He looked up and saw the old Taoist priest trying to hold back his laughter. He looked like he wanted to laugh but was afraid of being hammered by Jin An, which made Jin An speechless.

"Little brother, looking at you lying in the white coffin, do you know who I suddenly thought of?"

"who?"

Although Jin An had a bad feeling, he still couldn't help but asked curiously.

Unexpectedly, the old Taoist priest was smarter this time. He stood by the coffin and looked down at Jin An who was lying in the coffin: "Little brother, please promise me, Taoist priest. You can't be angry after hearing this, and you can't hit me, Taoist priest."

"Okay, I'm not angry."

"real?"

"real."

After receiving a positive reply from Jin An, the old Taoist priest suppressed a smile and said, "Seeing you, little brother, lying in the white coffin now reminds me of the murderous master in the white coffin I saw when I opened the coffin that day."

"Even the lying postures are exactly the same, like, really alike."

"Little brothers, do you think this means that we cannot live in the same bed and die in the same coffin?"

Jin An's forehead had veins pulsing.

God damn, we can live and die together in the same bed, and we will die in the same coffin. Translated into vernacular, doesn’t it mean, can I fall in love with you? Buried together, shared an urn kind of love.

call!

Jin An half sat up from the coffin.

The old Taoist priest was so frightened that he jumped back a few steps. He looked at Jin An sitting up from the coffin and said anxiously: "Little brother, you promised the old Taoist that you will never be angry."

"I'm not angry about this little thing. I'm just used to using the Husha knife. Suddenly I brought it into the coffin without the Husha knife. I didn't feel safe." Jin An stood up and walked out of the coffin.

"And the inside of the coffin was so hard that it hurt the back of my head. I had to bring a pillow into the coffin so I could sleep."

Not long after, Jin An had a knife and a pillow in his hand.

"Little brother, the color of the pillow in your hand looks so familiar to me. Isn't this the sleeping pillow in my room?" the old Taoist priest said dumbfounded.

Little brother, you said you are not stingy or hold grudges.

You are clearly holding a grudge.

However, after such a quarrel between the old man and the young man, Jin An, who was originally a little nervous, suddenly relaxed a lot. After all, it was the first time in his life that he was lying in a coffin. No matter who it was, he would feel a little uncomfortable in his heart.

This time after Jin An lay in the coffin again, the old Taoist priest stopped joking and asked Jin An seriously if he was ready?

Jin An placed the Hu Sha Dao and Dao disc on his chest and lay down. He nodded and said, "Old Taoist, please seal the coffin."

This time with a pillow, Jin An lay in the stiff coffin, and his stiff neck was much more comfortable. After all, in life, he suffered a loss because he had no experience the first time, and he would have experience the next time.

"Little brother, I'm going to seal the coffin."

"Little brother, are you afraid of the dark?"

"You're not afraid, little brother, you're making fun of me. I've been afraid of the dark since I was a kid."

As the old saying goes.

The world in front of you.

Suddenly plunged into darkness.

That is the darkness that has remained unchanged since ancient times.

Not a ray of light.

All he could hear was his own thin breathing.

dark.

It can infinitely amplify all fears and negative emotions in people's hearts.

The most cruel criminal law in the world is to lock people alone in a narrow, closed dark space.

There is no light, no sound, no human communication, and no concept of the passage of time. People completely lose all their senses, leaving only the absolute loneliness, depression, and fear of being isolated from the world.

Jin An is not a saint.

He is also a living person with flesh and blood and his own emotions and desires.

When he was sealed in a dark, small space, especially in a coffin that was considered taboo by the living, the moment the light disappeared completely after the coffin was sealed, he felt nervous inside, and a flash of light flashed through his mind. Many faces flashed across the screen in an instant.

For a moment, people were so depressed that they couldn't breathe.

Fortunately, the footsteps of the old Taoist priest brought Jin An back to reality from his trance and hallucination in time. Only then did Jin An remember that the coffin lid was not nailed shut with coffin nails. He could come out at any time, and even a coffin could not trap him...

Thinking of this, Jin An's inner pressure suddenly disappeared.

Instead, he began to look left and right in the dark, his body feeling dishonest.

As the saying goes, once is familiar, twice is familiar. The first time is ultimately lost to inexperience. After getting familiar with this feeling, Jin An found this experience quite novel. It is like young people who are always seeking novelties. Heart heavy.

"I wonder if there will be a rotting, bloody face on the back of the coffin lid looking at me face to face? I can't see her in the dark, but she can stare at me in the dark..." Jin Lying in the dark coffin, I thought with a relaxed mind.

At this time, Jin An heard that the old Taoist priest left for a while and then walked to the coffin. Because the coffin was a sealed space, the footsteps from the outside sounded very dull and light.

swish swish——

There was a sound of gravel on the coffin lid. It seemed that the old Taoist had begun to place a handful of earth from the Taoist's grave on the black coffin and the white coffin, Jin An thought.

According to the words of the big-headed old man, the soil of the grave is stained with funereal aura.

After that, there was no sound of the old Taoist priest outside the coffin for a while. Just when Jin An was confused, he vaguely smelled the faint smell of burning incense, which gradually penetrated into the coffin through the cracks in the coffin.

It seems that the old Taoist priest has entered the second step. He inserted three incense sticks at the end of the black coffin and the white coffin to draw the coffin air.

Then the next step is the third step, using an ink fountain line and a paper bridge to connect the two coffins...

As the smell of incense in the coffin became heavier and heavier, Jin An began to feel drowsy. He didn't know if it was because of the decrease in oxygen content in the coffin...

But Jin An kept fighting hard to keep himself from falling asleep. He subconsciously held the tiger sword in his hand tighter and tighter.

In this constant confrontation of spiritual wills, the boundaries between life and death, yin and yang, white and black, gradually become blurred.

People are like being sucked into the whirlpool of the abyss. The more they struggle, the deeper they sink and gradually lose their way...

suddenly.

Jin An vaguely seemed to hear someone calling him. The voice flickered from left to right, vague and uncertain. It seemed far away, but also seemed to be right next to him. Jin An, who was disoriented, began to work hard to identify the direction of the source of the sound.

In the darkness, people have completely lost the concept of time and any reference to time. They don't know how long they have been looking for. Maybe it was the time when a stick of incense was burned, maybe half a day or a day has passed...

Hua Hua——

Crash--

"Hey, where is the sound of water coming from?"

Jin Anxin refreshed his mind and became more alert. After cheering up, he began to follow the direction of the sound of water. It was clearly a spiritual form at this time, but Jin An was suddenly surprised to find that as he got closer and closer to the sound of water, he gradually had the concept of hands, feet, and torso.

Then there was a down-to-earth feeling.

until……

Snapped!

Jin An was shocked to find that he had stepped on a patch of low-lying water, and a thick mist had risen around his body at some point.

But when he looked down at the water below his feet, he found that the world was in black and white, not a colorful world.

Black and white symbolizes the world of the dead.

At this time, Jin'an was no longer in the confused mental state before, but instead had an extremely clear mind and quick thinking.

"Does this mean that you have descended into the underworld?"

He looked at the world of black and white and dense fog around him in amazement.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh--

There were patches of tidal waves under his feet, gently lapping at Jin An's insteps, soaking his shoes.

Here's the water.

So cold.

Jin An's expression changed: "If I have successfully descended into the underworld, doesn't it mean that the cold water under my feet is the underworld water?"

Thinking of this, Jin An couldn't help but curse, and then quickly escaped from the low-lying waters and looked for a place to go ashore.

"Both the old Taoist and the big old man have told me not to touch the water after entering the underworld, because the rivers, lakes and seas in the underworld are all connected to the endless and vast nine-wind spring!"

"Life is impermanent, and there are dead people on the road to hell!"

Jin An ran desperately in the thick fog of the black and white world, looking for land. Pah, pah, pah, and pieces of crystal water splashed out under his feet.

While looking for land, Jin An couldn't help but cursed: "Why is my walking in Yin different from what the old Taoist said!"

"The old Taoist said that the ghost wanderer he met said that if the soul of a living person descends to the underworld, the person will appear on a soul-inducing boat that goes through the sufferings of the world, and then the soul-inducing boat will ferry the person ashore and escape from the underworld!"

"I hope that those dead people on Jiuqu Huangquan Road can get ashore quickly before they find me!"

This world of black and white dense fog is too quiet. Except for the sound of water waves and the sound of Jin An's running feet on the water, the surrounding silence is terrifying and depressing, as if he has been walking all the way in a cemetery late at night, with an eerie feeling on his back. Jin An could only bite the bullet and continue running in the thick fog, looking for a place to land.

Fortunately, what gave Jin An some peace of mind and confidence was that he just took a moment to secretly look at his arms. He had the Liuding Liujia Talisman and the Five Thunder Evil Killing Talisman placed close to him.

Just like when his soul left the body, he was successfully brought into the underworld.

But another item that he successfully brought in made him feel both surprised and reasonable. It was the concentric golden lock that the murderer in the white coffin gave him today. It was also worn around his neck and appeared in the underworld. inside.

Not to mention anything else, with the Five Thunder Evil-Slaying Talisman in his body, he has the confidence to save his life.

Just then, suddenly!

The ethereal voice calling his name that I heard before was like a soul shouting, calling him over and over again.

Soul shouting?

At this time, Jin An remembered the big-headed old man's instructions before going to the underworld, and knew that it was Mr. Yin and Yang in the black coffin who was calling out the soul.

Running, running, suddenly, the sound of his feet treading water disappeared, and he actually ran onto a narrow and long trestle.

A matchmaking trestle?

Sure enough, we came to the right place!

But the trestle seemed to have experienced wind, rain, and storms for a long time before he came here. It was in tatters, and it seemed that it was about to collapse at any time.

Jin An had no way to retreat at this time, so he could only run forward desperately, trying to get out before the trestle collapsed.

Jin An took the time to glance at both sides of the trestle. At this time, the trestle had penetrated into the water, and the water on both sides was deep and bottomless.

And at this time, the originally quiet world of thick fog began to make strange hissing sounds, as if countless people were whispering in his ears.

He even heard the sound of fire burning, the sound of chopping and cutting, the sound of struggling falling into the water, the dull sound of water dripping in the room, the sound of children running barefoot, the sound of people pacing back and forth outside the door, the sound of young women crying and being beaten by their husbands...

These voices seemed to come from invisible dead people, wronged souls, and evil spirits, telling him the pain and unwillingness before death in his ears.

Creepy and spooky.

Scalp-tingling.

Jin An remembered one of the three taboos of the old Taoist priest! The living and the dead are separated by yin and yang. When the living go to the yin, they must not disturb the dead, otherwise terrible things will happen!

At this time, Jin An heard unusual noises behind him. He couldn't help but look back at the trestle behind him. It was rotten and tattered, and many of the wooden boards were worn through. On the worn wooden boards of the missing trestle, there were a pair of children dripping with water stains. There were wet footprints on his feet, and he was running closer and closer to him.

He was fast, and the wet footprints of the children's feet behind him were also fast.

He is slow, and the footsteps of the children behind him are also slow.

It seemed like a child's playful prank, but it was indeed getting closer to him and closing the distance.

Jin An looked at the dripping child's footprints approaching behind him, his scalp felt a little numb, and he couldn't help but cursed in his heart again.

Is this the great horror that the old Taoists say!

This horror is simply killing people!

What is the most evil thing in the world? There is nothing better than hearing a ghost cry. There is nothing more ferocious than a female ghost in red. There is nothing worse than a half-sized ghost. Children's innocent evil deeds are the most deadly!

Jin An didn't know how long the trestle was, but it was definitely more than a few hundred feet long. He had never run on such a long trestle in his life. In order not to be overtaken by the footprints of the children behind him, he had no choice but to run forward. .

The more Jin An ran, the more he discovered that the trestle under his feet was even more tattered. Sometimes when he lowered his head, he could see the deep, deep, invisible abyss water surface, with several wooden boards attached to it. He knew very well that this The trestle can't hold on much longer.

And as the trestle becomes worse and worse, and it becomes more and more difficult to run, the footprints of the children behind are not affected at all, but the distance becomes closer and closer.

It was still a hundred steps away from him before.

It is now less than thirty steps closer.

It's terrible!

His life was threatened, and Jin An became very angry at this time. You damn kid won't shed tears until he sees the coffin. If you really want to cling to me, I will send you a five-thunder talisman and send you to pieces.

suddenly!

As soon as his vision brightened, he finally ran to the end of the trestle. A small boat floated on the water, drifting with the current. There was a light hanging on the bow of the boat, and there was a vague figure on the boat holding a pole...

There were footprints of dead children chasing him, and there were bottomless and treacherous water on both sides. At this time, Jin An didn't care whether it was 374 or 21, gritted his teeth and ran directly towards the boat...