Yinshan Record

Chapter 144 Eight Hundred Bodhidharma
Despite joking, Su Che and Lu Bai were both very cautious with their actions.

Su San Gongzi suddenly felt that he might have overdrawn his luck due to his previous experiences.

It was originally a simple book fair, a small matter of meeting someone at an inn in Guobei County.

As a result, they met two masters of feigning weakness in a shed outside Guobei County.

That old devil Taigong Chong is no simpleton.

He talks about ancient secrets and the origins of the Yin-Yang Dharma King as soon as he opens his mouth.

If all the ghost messengers in the Yin-Yang realm were of this quality, then the Yin-Yang Dharma King would have long ago established the Underworld and become the true Nine Nether Emperor.

Su Che and Lu Bai joked around, but they were actually very cautious with their actions.

Lu Bai carefully gripped the horizontal sword in his hand while pulling out a Five Thunder Talisman from his sleeve, waiting to imprint it onto the blade.

Su Che held the longbow conjured from the Zhou Jue Yin Tian Secret Manual in his hand, while the Pure Glazed Buddha Light behind his head was indeed prepared to provide protection.

Not to mention, at this distance, the Azure Emperor's Treasure Garden could easily fit that old devil Taigong Chong inside.

"Young master, your arrow is vicious, please slow down, please slow down."

Grandpa waved his hand repeatedly at this slippery old devil, but his eyes kept glancing left and right.

"Grandma, my arrows never come back, be careful."

As Su Che spoke, he drew his bow and nocked an arrow.

The Nine Yuan Ji Du Soul-Shattering Secret Arrow is one of the supernatural powers evolved from the Zhou Jue Yin Tian Secret Manual.

However, in essence, there are different religions.

That longbow was merely an outward manifestation of supernatural power; there's nothing particularly noteworthy about its inner workings.

The real core is the nine saffron-colored arrows behind Su Che.

There are nine celestial bodies in the universe. In addition to the seven stars of the Sun, Moon, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn, there are also two virtual stars, Rahu and Ketu.

The so-called "illusory star" refers to a star in the sky that is not actually observable, but which possesses fierce stellar energy that can be used.

These nine saffron-colored long arrows are all cursed arrows based on the Secret Record of the Yin Heaven of Zhou, and fused with the power of the Void Star Ketu.

Once the bow is drawn, it accumulates power layer by layer, and each arrow becomes more powerful than the last.

The next arrow carries more than three times the killing power of the previous one.

Each of the nine elements corresponds to a different evil power, and their power also varies.

With Su Che's current level of supernatural power, he can only use the fourth arrow of the Nine Yuan Jidu Soul-Shattering Secret Arrow.

However, the power of the third arrow, already drawn, was more than nine times that of the first arrow that shot down the Flying Head Barbarian.

The cunning old ghost appears to be only at the seventh rank of cultivation. If he were to be hit by Young Master Su's arrow, he would surely lose his life.

"Don't do it, don't do it, young master, listen."

Grandpa hurriedly waved his hand and pointed into the distance.

A faint, mournful wail of a horn could be heard in the air.

"When the black dragon cries out, the ghost soldiers move."

Taigong Chong's eyes widened.

"Young master, that scoundrel Sikong Tu is mobilizing his troops."

“Grandma, even if you take an arrow, we’ll still be good brothers.” Lu Bai frowned. “You’re being so slow and indecisive. Do you not consider us your friends?”

"This Sikong Tu is a veteran ghost with a fifth-grade cultivation level. The Black Dragon Horn was a horn he personally cut off from the head of a monstrous dragon in the East Sea. He usually uses this horn to command the ghost soldiers in the realm."

The deep horn sound grew clearer, but Su Che's grip on the bow and arrow did not loosen.

"Grandma, do you think Sikong Tu is just bored? He never commands troops, so why does he suddenly act up as soon as we brothers have a heart-to-heart talk?"

Su Che looked at the cunning old devil in front of him.

Even if Sikong Tu had a million ghost soldiers, none of them would be as important as this old ghost in the eyes of Young Master Su.

"What kind of demon dares to disrupt my Yin-Yang Dharma Realm!"

"You audacious demon!"

Shouts came from all directions, and countless will-o'-the-wisps flickered in the surrounding wilderness. No ghosts were visible, but banners were hung high, painted with ferocious beasts and constellations.

The surrounding graves gradually rose higher, as if walls of graves were rising up, enveloping the two people and the ghost.

"This..." Grandpa Chong looked distressed.

"Young master, what we feared has come to pass. Judging from this formation, it seems that Sikong Tu has personally led his troops here."

Sikong Tu is the one among the Six Ghost Commanders who commands the ghost soldiers.

What rank is he?

"A fifth-grade ghost cultivator who has mastered the Rejuvenation Pill is among the top in the entire Central Plains."

Beyond the layers of ghostly mist, a bronze chariot stood with its canopy towering high. A pale, withered hand grasped a curved jade horn made of jade-like material.

Sikong Tu sat upright on a bronze chariot, with four wolf-like ghostly beasts in front of him howling incessantly.

This leader, who commanded the ghost soldiers in the Yin-Yang realm, was not wearing armor, but only a dark long robe. His hair was loosely tied into a bun, his elbows were resting on his knees, and his eyes were slightly narrowed.

He had no weapons on him, and if viewed alone, he looked like a scholar-official who had come to relax and enjoy himself.

However, the faint glint in his eyes and the chilling aura emanating from his body constantly revealed his supernatural powers.

"Reporting to the commander, our eight forces have trapped the invading demons. Our scouts report that they are two people and one ghost."

Sikong Tu looked down at the ghost general clad in armor.

"Oh?"

"One of them looks like a ghost messenger from the realm; they are verifying his identity below."

Xue Shaojun.

Sikong Tu stroked the dragon's horn with his fingers, and even you, this "loyal" fellow, couldn't resist.

"Be careful, everyone. Lady Boiling Bone was just injured over there. I heard she's a top disciple of the Northern Mang Ghost Ancestor Palace."

Sikong Tu looked down at the ghost generals.

"Go and talk to the others. I never bother with those vacancies on the roster, but let's take this opportunity to clear them all up."

The ghost general below remained silent for a moment before cautiously asking.

"Wouldn't that just make this kid famous?"

"What use is fame when you're dead?" Sikong Tu smiled contemptuously.

The ghost general nodded with a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the ghost general remembered something and asked seriously.

How many vacancies are there?

"We need to double-check it."

Sikong Tu thought about the nature of his subordinates and sighed.

"Let's report two-thirds this time. You all do your best. Since you've given him this reputation, you must not let him get away."

"understand."

The ghost general clasped his hands and said, "He is arrogant and boastful of his powerful magic, and he is always fighting fiercely. Let's send eight hundred Bodhidharma to meet him first and teach him a lesson."

"It's been a long time since we've had any training, so today is a good day to use combat as a form of practice."

Sikong Tu pulled out a whisk from somewhere and waved it.

"Let me see how much you've wasted over the years."

Ghost Ancestor Palace.

Sikong Tu thought to himself, "Since they sent someone, why didn't they contact me first? They're still thinking about Xue Shaojun."

The fifth-rank ghost cultivator slowly closed his eyes.

The ghost soldiers of the Yin and Yang realms are not made of clay or paper.

As long as the opponent is not a fifth-rank official, he has no need to take action.

Su Che gazed at the layers of banners in the distance, suppressing the impulse in his heart.

If the Azure Emperor's Treasure Garden were opened up, wouldn't all these bird-like creatures become a goldmine for him?

Therefore, it was the correct use for the old lion to cultivate the Hell Path in the Azure Emperor's Treasure Garden.

How long should we plant trees?
It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding.

(End of this chapter)