White Bone Monkey King

In the next two days, Jin'an stayed in seclusion and continued to sacrifice the newly made shaking altar wood.

Let Zhen Tan Mu be more connected by blood and heart.

Occasionally, people come to the coffin shop to buy some blessing and longevity sacrifices, but they always let the customers take it and keep the money themselves. As long as they are not stupid people, they really don't dare to come to the coffin shop to cause trouble and take advantage of these dead sacrifices.

But all this fell into the eyes of the old Taoist priest, and became a retreat in Jin'an, and it is estimated that there will be another breakthrough.

The old Taoist priest has long been accustomed to Jin An's rapid progress. It has become a daily habit like eating and drinking, so he will not bother Jin An as long as it is not a big deal.

this day.

Jin An, who had been in seclusion for two days, finally opened the door and walked out.

"Mea."

The silly sheep, who was nibbling carrots and scratching against the pillars in the sheepfold, looked at Jin An who walked out of the side room and bleated softly as if to say hello.

Since the whereabouts of the sharp sword were unknown, no one helped Shayang comb his wool every day, so Shayyang could only scratch his own itch.

Jin An walked to the sheepfold and picked up a stiff brush to brush the silly sheep's back.

"Mea."

"Well, I also miss Xiejian. I don't know where Xiejian and the Water Goddess are wandering now. Hey..."

"Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

Shayang's nose was very good. He put his head on Jin An's chest and sniffed around.

Jin An lightly patted Shayang's head with his palm, and said speechlessly: "If you continue to wear the Taoist robe, it will be torn by you. OK, OK, OK, why don't I take the initiative to take it out for you? Sometimes I wonder if you are wearing it." A wolf in sheep's clothing, with a nose as sharp as a wolf's."

Jin An took out the altar-shaking wood that had just been sacrificed from his arms.

Shayang lowered his head to look at the Zhen Tan Wood, sniffed it cautiously, and actually showed a solemn look with a very anthropomorphic expression. It raised its head and glanced at Jin An.

Jin An seemed to see the silly sheep's eyes and nodded: "That's right, I incorporated the thunder bones from the Tianzhu people and Tianzhu sacred cattle in the Death Valley of West Kunlun Mountain into this Zhentanmuli."

Shayang stuck out his tongue and licked it, then bit it and tried to eat it into his stomach. Good guy, Jin An got angry on the spot. He raised his two fists and tied them up to hammer Shayang, and then forcefully pried Shayang's mouth. I want to take back my Zhen Tan Wood.

"Silly sheep, you are really stubborn and can eat anything! Spit it out quickly. This is not a sheep licking bricks. You can't digest it!"

One person and one sheep were in the sheepfold, fighting for the shaking altar wood. At this time, the happy voice of the old Taoist priest came from outside: "Little brother, little brother, Uncle Lin is here to see us again... Uh, little brothers, you guys What are you doing? What kind of delicious food have you raised to feed this goat? Its cheeks are so bulging that you have to compete with a goat for food? "

The old Taoist priest looked at Jin An and the goat with a shocked expression.

At this time, Jin An tried his best to break the goat's mouth, but the goat clenched its teeth like a dead pig and was not afraid of boiling water. Its cheeks were bulging. It looked like there was something delicious hidden in its mouth. This scene was easy to make people laugh. It was misunderstood that Jin An was competing with a sheep for food.

At this time, Uncle Lin also appeared from behind the old Taoist priest, looking at you with doubts as you punched it and the iron head, and snatched each person and the sheep in a lively manner.

Jin An gritted his teeth: "This stupid sheep swallowed the thunderbolt wood that Uncle Lin gave me! If it really dares to swallow it today, I will take it to the mutton shop and disembowel it, just in time to invite Uncle Lin to make a mutton hot pot, mutton Tripe hotpot, lamb chop hotpot, and sheep heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidney hotpot!”

When he heard that there was mutton hot pot, the old Taoist priest's eyes lit up.

In the end, Jin An was the stronger one. He rode on the silly sheep's neck, forcefully pried open his mouth, and finally snatched back his shaking altar wood.

Looking at the unappetizing Zhentanmu, which was covered with long strands of saliva and sticky liquid, both the old Taoist priest and Uncle Lin showed disgust at the same time.

The unconvinced Silly Sheep still resisted, but Jin An, who was so angry that his teeth itched, punched him so hard that his eyes were filled with stars, and he finally calmed down.

Jin An came to the wellhead, poured well water to wash away the saliva on the shaking altar wood, and carefully observed it several times. Fortunately, it was intact and not faded by the saliva, otherwise he might not have really had a bloody meal today.

Uncle Lin stared at the Zhentan Wood in Jin An's hand with a surprised expression. However, Uncle Lin only thought for a moment before returning to his normal expression and did not ask too much about the Zhentan Wood.

From this subtle change in expression, we could tell that Uncle Lin had already figured out that the jar-shaking wood came from the lightning-strike peach wood he had given as a gift.

In fact, Uncle Lin's visit to the Five Zang Taoist Temple today was already expected by Jin An and the old Taoist priest, because today is the date they agreed to go to the underworld to hunt dragons.

"Uncle Lin, you came here alone, without any other sect members from Yujing Golden Palace. How could you, Uncle Lin, go to hell?" Jin An said in surprise.

Uncle Lin nodded and said: "Your dragon hunting matter involves too many things. The less people know about it, the better."

Jin An looked grateful and said that Uncle Lin had been thoughtful and saluted again to thank Uncle Lin for his help.

Uncle Lin just said, "You gave me the ginseng fruit a year ago because you saved my life. There is no need to say anything more."

Afterwards, the three of them began to prepare for the Yin and Yang journey. In the end, Uncle Lin chose the Mingdian opposite the Wu Zang Taoist Temple. The Taoist temple worshiped too many gods and the incense of the gods was too strong, so it might cause a conflict between Yin and Yang. However, Mingdian had a strong Yin energy, so it was suitable for Yin walking. .

Jin An naturally listened to Uncle Lin in everything.

When he walked out of the Taoist temple and was about to go to the Ming shop opposite, Jin An saw a carriage parked at the entrance of the Taoist temple. He lifted the white cloth on the carriage and revealed an ancient stone coffin.

"Little brother, this is the sarcophagus that Uncle Lin specially brought from the ancient warlock's cave. He said that after this trip to the underworld, he would return it to the benefactor." The old Taoist priest explained.

puff.

The old Taoist priest suddenly chuckled: "Speaking of which, little brother, you are really destined to have a coffin. Every time you go to the underworld, the coffin has good luck."

Jin An did not answer the old Taoist priest's words. He looked at the carriage and saw that there was only one sarcophagus. He looked confused and said, "Uncle Lin, why is there only one coffin here? If Uncle Lin doesn't come with me to the underworld, he will let me go to the underworld alone later." ?"

Uncle Lin said you will know later.

With doubts, Jin An followed Uncle Lin into the Ming shop, and then watched Uncle Lin start to set up the Qimen formation in the Ming shop. Neither he nor the old Taoist priest could help.

Uncle Lin walked to the back room of Mingdian. This back room was used as a warehouse. It was filled with incense candles, paper money, paper people, paper houses, and paper horses. Uncle Lin nodded with satisfaction. Jin An put the thousand-year-old sarcophagus into the back room, and he borrowed cinnabar and a pen from an old Taoist priest, and wrote lines of mantras on the door frame——

The sky is clear and the earth is bright, the yin is turbid and the yang is clear. The five or six yin gods go out of the deep and into the underworld. The land here follows my command.

The sky is round and the place is in a round place, and there are nine chapters of laws and regulations. I am going down to Feng now, and all disasters will disappear. The lamp will be with the soul, and the lamp will go out and the soul will disappear.

Finally, write eight horizontal characters -

Fengdu Huangquan, convene a meeting for me!

When all this was done, it happened to be dark, when the yin was rising and the yang was declining, and Uncle Lin was ready to take Jin An out of the yin.

"Daozhang Chen, we have to trouble you to guard the door for us tonight. We didn't come out on our own initiative and no one is allowed to approach the Ming shop." Uncle Lin warned repeatedly.

When he learned that he could not follow him into the underworld, the old Taoist priest showed disappointment, but he clearly understood the importance of keeping vigil for Jin An and Boss Lin, so he immediately nodded solemnly to explain.

Later, Uncle Lin randomly found a lantern from the Ming shop. When he lit the white candle of the lantern, wow, the white candle lit up with a green flame.

Jin An looked surprised.

Of course he understands what this means. This is a soul-inducing lamp, which ignites the unwilling resentment of the deceased. They can use this resentment to descend to the underworld, or they can use this resentment to find their way back. , to avoid getting lost in the vast underworld with no end in front or back.

"Put your arm on my shoulder." Uncle Lin held up the soul-inducing lamp and turned his head slightly towards Jin An behind him.

Jin An did as he was told.

Then, Uncle Lin raised his finger, knocked, knocked, knocked, and knocked gently on the door of the back room. As a result, a strange scene happened. A dark green light lit up on the door. It was unclear whether it was the candlelight of the soul-inducing lamp in Uncle Lin's hand or the light of it. The door itself lit up with a dim green light, and the whole dark shop dimmed, and a sinister wind blew.

Squeak——

Uncle Lin put his palm on the door and gently pushed the wooden door open. However, what he pushed open at this time seemed not to be an ordinary wooden door, but opened a door to hell leading to Fengdu Huangquan. In the Mingdian, there was a dark wind and the temperature dropped sharply. decline.

As the crack in the door opened wider and wider, the dark world behind the door became deeper and deeper, and the temperature in the underworld became even colder.

Jin An had no intention of paying attention to the changes in the surrounding environment. He stared at what was in the dark world behind the door! Strictly speaking, his experience of walking in the yin is different every time, and this experience of walking in the yin is also different from the previous ones!

Moreover, today's soul-inducing lamp burns the resentment of an ancient corpse from two to three thousand years ago. Is there any difference?