White Bone Monkey King

There is no curfew in the capital, the night is quiet, the lights of thousands of houses are turned off, and there is no connection with the capital, but the music and singing have just begun.

But the Avenue of Incense is an exception.

In order not to disturb the gods, the people respect the gods. At night, the Avenue of Incense is a rare quiet place. No one dares to make a loud noise in front of the gods, for fear of disturbing the gods.

In the Wuzang Taoist Temple, where the incense is prosperous and the curling green smoke gathers and does not dissipate, the incense and candles lit by the pilgrims during the day are still burning. The Sanqing Hall, the Wulei Great Emperor Hall, the Liuding Liujia Martial God Hall, the Erlang God Hall, the Merit Hall... There are red lights of incense burning from morning to night, and they are long-lasting.

In the Wuzang Taoist Temple, which has been busy all day, only these incense and candles are burning quietly, and the people and animals in the Taoist temple have gone to bed to rest.

In the backyard of the Taoist temple, there was a snoring sound like thunder and a few teeth grinding sounds. The goats tied in the sheepfold kept chewing carrots in their mouths and squinting at the old Taoist's room.

The white of the eyes was more than the pupils, and the goat's unique squinting eyes seemed to have a very anthropomorphic expression of disgust.

The source of the thunderous snoring and teeth grinding sounds came from the old Taoist's room.

In the room, the old Taoist was sleeping sweetly. I don't know what beautiful dream he had. His hands were stroking Jin'an's head in his arms.

I saw that the two ears of Jin'an's head were stuffed with yellow talismans to isolate the snoring person beside the pillow.

Jin'an's body was not in the room, nor in the Wuzang Taoist Temple. In fact, he had been in the underworld for some time.

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The night in the world of the living is a time for rest, but the night in the underworld is a busy time.

The ghosts in the underworld and the ghosts in the world are all busy in the underworld when the yin energy is at its peak. The underworld is much more lively at night than the world.

When the headless Jinan took a white paper boat, crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and came to the corpse painting cave again, many people were surprised by his headless Taoist appearance along the way and looked at him sideways.

When the corpse painter who was holding the magic brush and painting crazily saw his headless appearance, he paused and looked at him more.

However, when the headless Jinan wanted to confirm again and looked at the corpse painter carefully, the other party was still painting as usual. The corpse painter had the power of finishing touches. The pictures of strange birds and beasts in the Classic of Mountains and Seas painted by him were all vividly moving on the mountain wall. Some fierce birds and beasts would even pounce on passers-by, with both form and spirit, just like another version of the story of the magic brush Ma Liang.

Some of the murals were old and covered with a layer of gray dust, while others were still very new. There were century-old murals and thousand-year-old murals.

Perhaps deeper in the corpse-painting cave, there were unknown ten-thousand-year-old murals...

I just don't know what the ten-thousand-year-old murals would look like, and what kind of mythical beasts and gods would be painted...

Looking at the old corpse painter who didn't care about the outside world and just painted madly, Wutou Jinan was suspicious. He always felt that the other party had just behaved strangely and looked at him more.

The old corpse painter was still the same, with a thin face, a hunched body, a gray face, a head full of white hair, and a crazy and focused expression on his face.

Just as Wutou Jinan was still looking at the old corpse painter suspiciously, there was a gust of cold wind outside the corpse-painting cave, and several souls flew into the corpse-painting cave.

Those souls were not lonely ghosts in the underworld, but living people in the world of the living.

Every day, there are Shinto masters coming to the Painted Corpse Cave to try their luck and chance.

These people travel together and talk to each other. They should be people who have known each other in the world of the living. As soon as they entered the mountain wall passage of the Painted Corpse Cave, their souls were suddenly startled, and they were all shocked by the image of Jin'an's headless Taoist priest.

"Is this headless Taoist priest a human or a ghost?"

This is the unanimous thought of several people.

"Although the other party deliberately used the divine light of the Yuanshen to cover his body, the figure is hazy and blurred, but when I look at the blurred figure and the divine light of the Yuanshen, why do I feel so familiar, but I can't recognize where it is familiar for a while."

"He is missing a head on his neck, and he deliberately concealed his identity in the Painted Corpse Cave. Of course you can't recognize his identity. If you can recognize his identity without looking at his head or face, that's abnormal."

"This is wrong! There is a special person in the Painted Corpse Cave! Even if he turns into ashes, he can be recognized because his reputation in the Painted Corpse Cave is too loud! The other party is 'I'm not surnamed Chen'!"

Hiss!

A sound of gasps rang out in the passage!

No matter if they were new to the Corpse Painting Cave or those who had been there before, after being reminded, they all recognized Wutou Jinan's identity!

Just as the person in front said, "My surname is not Chen" is too famous in the Corpse Painting Cave. He has set a record of seven-dimensional magnetic holy light baptisms by himself, and he is a fierce man who has created a historical precedent!

On the enlightenment stone tablets deep in the cave, there are seven stone tablets with portraits of each record-breaking, which are for people to observe and admire every day. The figures who broke new records again and again have long been unforgettable and deeply engraved in the memory of everyone who enters the Corpse Painting Cave!

"The last time I saw him in the Painted Corpse Cave was half a year ago. It's only been half a year, how come a person's head is gone? Did he act too high-profile and died in the world of the living, becoming a dead ghost in the underworld? Or did he change to some kind of self-mutilation practice, such as the evil magic taught by the southern barbarian wizards like the flying head barbarian?"

"Flying head barbarian, how could such a small evil magic be in his eyes? The other party is a Taoist master who has set a record for the seventh-dimensional magnetic holy light. It's like an immortal who is used to eating the flesh and blood of dragons and phoenixes. How can he bow his head to eat coarse bran."

One of the newly arrived spirits stared at the headless Taoist priest and sighed: "Today, on the grassland of the fallen grassland Khanate, I saw an old man with a green lotus leaf on his head and a Feng Shui master carrying a white coffin on the grassland. They were walking fast. I thought this was the most outrageous thing I saw today. But in the Painted Corpse Cave, there was something even more outrageous. A headless living person was jumping around in the underworld."

It was no secret in the Painted Corpse Cave that Jin'an could walk in the underworld with his physical body.

Whether it was his physical body or his soul, it was very obvious and could not be hidden from the eyes of these Shinto masters.

When Jin'an's physical body climbed to the top of Xiaolonghu Mountain in the Painted Corpse Cave and broke through the third realm of Shinto by running to the underworld, many people saw the big commotion and the strange phenomena of heaven and earth that day with their own eyes.

"Lotus leaf on the head? Is this a plant that has cultivated into a spirit?" Someone else exclaimed in disbelief.

"Who knows? Now is the beginning of a great era of contention. Anything is possible." The man before continued to sigh and sigh, causing others to marvel. It is true that there are many wonders in the world. There is a wider world outside Kangding.

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional. Wutou Jinan was shocked when he heard the other party's description. The first thing he thought of was Senior Zhong and Mr. Yi carrying the white coffin and the corpse of Senior, hurrying through the depths of the grassland Khanate!