Yinshan Record

Chapter 145 A Clever Plan to Balance Accounts
Howling voices echoed from within the banners.

Taigong trembled as if he were sifting chaff.

"Judging from these banners, at least four of these eighteen groups of ghost soldiers have come."

"Brother, you also have knowledge of the troop deployment within this Yin-Yang realm?"

"Alas, I've been unlucky in both my life and my death because of this habit of being so inquisitive."

As Taigong Chong was speaking, a huge iron ball suddenly rose into the air above the flag.

"Eight Hundred Daruma".

Taigong shouted, "It's the Eight Hundred Bodhidharma!"

Su Che nocked an arrow and gazed solemnly at the iron ball in the distance.

Eight hundred Bodhidharma, is there any connection between Shaolin Temple and this?
"What does this iron ball mean? Are there eight hundred of them in total?"

“The ghost soldiers within the realm have not fought for a long time, and you outsiders have long forgotten their power.” Taigong Chong looked at the iron ball in the distance: “The Buddhist sect in the Western Paradise calls the Dharma Bodhidharma, and uses this name to describe the strength of this soldier.”

"The so-called Eight Hundred Bodhidharma refers to eight hundred ghost cultivators with cultivation levels up to the seventh rank who simultaneously control this black iron ball, borrowing the ghost cultivators' intangible yet tangible nature, which allows them to arbitrarily change size."

Taigong Chong explained.

"Imagine eight hundred Xuanmen cultivators or Buddhist monks, their magical power gathered in one place. It would certainly be powerful, but their magical power is different, their techniques are different, and their energy is also disturbed. If you want to sort out these magical powers and form them into a combined force, you can only do so with great supernatural powers."

"But these eight hundred Bodhidharma took a different approach. Although the methods of ghost cultivation are varied, they all belong to the Xuan Yin lineage. Each of the eight hundred ghost cultivators shrunk their bodies to the size of a chicken egg and attached themselves to the iron ball. They could concentrate their power in one place without using any supernatural formations."

"Imagine hundreds of these iron balls rising above the battle formation, with thousands of ghost cultivators exerting their power together. That would be like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting apart when they move."

Lu Bai looked at the iron ball in the distance: "It's so powerful, why don't we avoid its sharp edge for now?"

"As the art of war says, a magnificent formation is defined by its orderly banners." Taigong Chong said solemnly, "Where the banners surround us is the hunting ground. Where can we retreat to?"

"And what do you mean?"

Lu Bai asked.

"Let's surrender. As the art of war says, killing prisoners is an ominous sign."

"Grandma, I understand now."

Lu Bai looked at Taigong Chong and said.

"Ok?"

"You're just a chatterbox."

Su Che frowned.

The situation is clear: Sikong Tu is an enemy, not a friend.

Even the worst possible solution is still the best possible one. If this iron ball is truly unstoppable, then we can open the Azure Emperor's Treasure Garden and put Lu Bai and Taigong Chong inside.

Even if Sikong Tu had a million ghost soldiers, what could he do against this ancient treasure?

While this would be perfect, if it were to expose the fact that the Azure Emperor's Treasure Garden was in my hands, wouldn't all the hard work I put into making Wuzhiqi take the blame be for nothing?

The middle strategy is to have Taigong Chong act as an envoy in the middle, revealing his identity as an envoy from the Ghost Ancestor Palace of Beimang. Regardless of whether it is true or not, as long as Sikong Tu is hesitant to act, it will be considered a success.

However, this is tantamount to entrusting one's life to someone else's hands. Who knows what kind of temper that old devil Sikong Tu has?
Therefore, we still need to take the best approach.

Su Che glanced at Taigong Chong beside him.

“Since you, my elder brother, are unwilling to reveal the truth to me, I, Zuo, wish to enhance your reputation.”

"Oh, please don't."

Grandpa Chong quickly waved his hand, remembering the "good deeds" that Young Master Zuo had done.

"Sikong Tu, you cowardly rat, how dare you offend the might of Grandfather Chong?"

Su Che drew his bow and nocked an arrow, the third arrow heading straight for the iron ball.

A faint light appeared, and layers of Jidu's evil energy spread out along the ochre-colored arrow.

With a loud bang.

The renowned "Eight Hundred Bodhidharma" fell to the ground in response.

The howling of ghosts beneath the banners suddenly ceased.

"It was shot down?" Taigong Chong stared in disbelief at the rapidly falling iron ball.

Not so.

Su Che looked at the double-headed snake bow in his hand.

When did I become so powerful?

The arrow he had just released was about nine times more powerful than the first one; most seventh-rank experts couldn't withstand it.

But when it comes to dealing with the "eight hundred damas" that Taigong Chong described as "eight hundred seventh-grade ghost cultivators working together with ingenious techniques," it's definitely not a matter of being a fraction weaker.

Sikong Tu, sitting atop the bronze chariot, gripped the jade horn with the dragon in his hand and secretly praised it as a fine arrow.

With this arrow, settling accounts will be much easier.

Sikong Tu was calculating that he had previously reported to Xue Shaojun that his own forces had a total of six sets of "Eight Hundred Daruma".

Each set will be provided by Xue Shaojun according to the various resources provided by the 8800 Rank 8 Ghost Cultivators. With the six sets combined, that's 4,800 Rank 8 Ghost Cultivators.

According to his original intention, since the eight hundred damas were all composed of seventh-grade ghost cultivators, then they should be allocated relevant resources according to the standards for seventh-grade ghost cultivators.

However, Xue Shaojun and the other ghost generals resolutely refused, stating that unless they were allowed to verify each one, they would provide resources according to the standards for ninth-rank ghost cultivators.

Just kidding, how could Sikong Tu let them count and verify?
If there were 6,400 eighth-rank ghost cultivators in the Yin-Yang Realm who could command with one voice, how could the title of the number one ghost dao holy land in the Central Plains be given to the Northern Mang Ghost Ancestor Palace?
In the end, everyone compromised and agreed to distribute various resources according to the allocation for eighth-grade ghost cultivators.

In recent meetings, the issue of recalculating the number of ghost cultivators among the eight hundred damas has been raised again.

No one knows what methods Xue Shaojun used, but the other four old ghosts actually agreed as well.

With the odds at five to one, and the others so determined, Sikong Tu couldn't very well stop them, otherwise it would confirm that he was receiving a salary without working.

Sikong Tu gently tapped his palm with the whisk, then suddenly gave an order to the knights riding the ghostly horses on either side of the chariot.

"Pass down the order to send out three more 'Eight Hundred Bodhidharma's' to test his strength."

At the command, three iron balls immediately rose into the air.

Enveloped in layers of dark energy, azure light surged forth from the three enormous iron spheres like waves, dazzling and awe-inspiring.

Taigong Chong glanced at Su Che, then at the "Eight Hundred Bodhidharma" arranged in a triangular formation that had taken off into the air ahead.

He muttered to himself, his words filled with disbelief.

"That shouldn't be the case. Even a fifth-rank expert couldn't break through the Eight Hundred Dharmas so easily."

Su Che also began to have some doubts after hearing his nagging.

Could it be that my skills have improved by leaps and bounds again without me even realizing it?
Or is the Nine-Element Secret Arrow truly that terrifying?
If it's really that powerful, why would Yu Lizi still be thinking about the "Six Dragons Returning to the Sun Secret Technique"? In the future, when he encounters an enemy, he can just pull out this Jidu Secret Arrow. With his third-grade cultivation, if he were to unleash it, even the Lord of the End of Dharma would probably perish under the arrow.

Su Che glanced at the saffron-colored arrows behind him. With his current cultivation level, he could only fire two more arrows at most.

Fine, let's try again then.

Su Che drew his bow again and released another secret arrow.

This arrow, majestic as moonlight falling to earth, possessed even greater power. Under the ripples of Ketu's star power, it shone like a shooting star.

Hey, hey, hey.

Three loud bangs.

The three "Eight Hundred Bodhidharma" statues that had just taken off were powerless to resist and crashed to the ground one after another.

Sikong held the dragon horn in his bare hands and almost burst out laughing.

Those arrows were indeed quite good.

Just then, a servant hurried back and reported in a low voice.

"Reporting to the commander, it has been verified that this Taigong Chong is a Wuyu Ghost Messenger under Xue Shaojun within the realm. Although he cannot be considered a confidant, he is still a capable person."

Wonderful, wonderful.

"You wicked scoundrel! You, Taigong Chong, have seduced outsiders and dared to ruin my eight hundred Bodhidharma."

Among the six ghost generals, the great ghost in charge of the troops let out a long howl.

"Guards, who will help me capture this scoundrel?"

(End of this chapter)