Yinshan Record

Chapter 146 A little test
Dark, ominous clouds surrounded them, and beneath the banners, a multitude of ghosts roamed.

"Goodness gracious, brother, I think you should move."

Lu Bai looked at the "Eight Hundred Daruma" that had exploded into three balls of green fire.

"Just move to your house and offer me three sticks of incense every day."

When Taigong Chong heard Sikong Tu call his name, his face turned even greener.

"That won't do. Make it cheaper. I only give my dad two sticks of incense a day."

Taigong Chong narrowed his eyes. With the information this cunning old devil possessed, he could naturally tell that something was amiss.

The Eight Hundred Bodhidharma is a powerful weapon in the Yin-Yang Realm Army Formation. Three Eight Hundred Bodhidharma statues lined up can even put up a fight against those below the level of the Immortal of Longevity.

It just exploded so casually?
Looking at the "Eight Hundred Daruma" exploding like fireworks, Su Che felt as if he had met his match.

"I'm telling you, Lao Lu."

"Son."

"Why do I feel like the person on the other end looks familiar?"

"It would have been better if you hadn't mentioned it, but now that you have, I feel like I've seen it before."

Taigong Chong said irritably.

"Why doesn't this look familiar? Isn't this just the ghost soldiers borrowing grain and the fire dragon burning the granary? It's nothing more than settling accounts here."

"Do ghosts also have employees who draw salaries without working?"

Lu Bai was quite surprised. He had thought that only humans had such bad habits, but he didn't expect that even the ghosts in the Yin-Yang realm were not immune to them.

"Eat? Of course I, an old lady, understand this."

Taigong Chong, a military officer in life and a ghost messenger in death, was highly skilled in this kind of operation.

"It's the same whether you're a ghost in the human world or a ghost in the underworld. A person needs to eat as long as they live, and needs to wear clothes as long as they live three days. Ghosts are the same; what ghost doesn't need incense and blood offerings?"

"Just like these eight hundred Bodhidharma, according to the rules of the realm, each of them is considered a ghost messenger with the cultivation of the eighth rank. Each of them receives five sticks of sandalwood incense a day, seven and a half liters of rootless water a month, and six and a half feet of plain silk. They also receive various rewards during festivals and the birthday of the Dharma King."

Taigong Chong said, "These eight hundred Bodhidharma are not iron balls, but mountains of gold and silver."

"But it still exploded, didn't it?"

Lu Bai was somewhat puzzled.

"It's time to settle the accounts. These thieves may be able to hide their tricks from you little devils, but they can't hide them from me. We'll definitely need to count the number of people, and that cunning old devil Sikong Tu has gone all out, using you guys to settle the accounts."

"The food, clothing and daily necessities of the four 800 Bodhidharma statues and the three thousand two hundred eighth-grade ghost cultivators were all wiped out by Young Master Zuo's two arrows. Not to mention, Sikong Tu can also ask Xue Shaojun for a sum of compensation."

"Even ghosts get compensation?"

Even the Third Young Master Su couldn't hold back when he heard this.

The reason why the human dynasty had to provide compensation to the fallen soldiers was because everyone has parents and wives. Since they died on the battlefield, their families had to be given an explanation.

What are ghosts?
"After a family member dies, they become a ghost too. Can't an old ghost wait for his wife and children to die? Even if his ghost wife is gone, he can always marry another one."

Su Che could only agree with what Taigong Chong said.

As they were talking, a huge, imposing demon, over seven zhang tall, slowly emerged from beneath the eastern banner. Its hair and beard were entirely crimson, its mouth was filled with fangs, and it had two enormous antlers on its head. It held a bamboo staff in its hand.

"Taigong Chong, you traitorous villain, do you dare to challenge me, Hongjiao?"

This red-haired demon possessed a dense aura, clearly indicating that it was also a ghost cultivator who had achieved some success in its cultivation.

Su Che asked Taigong Chong, who was standing next to him.

"Grandma, have you ever heard of this guy?"

The traitorous and disillusioned Taigong Chong was quite disheartened.

He glanced at Su Che, and finally forced himself to speak.

"Sikong Tu has eighteen ghost soldiers under his command, and this Red Horn is the leader of one of them. It is said that he is the reincarnation of a great shaman from the southwest. If you face him, young master, be careful as his witchcraft is unpredictable."

Taigong Chong thought for a moment and then said, "He has a gourd of witchcraft, which I heard is very powerful. Once it is activated, it can turn into countless poisonous insects. You must not get close to him."

With that cunning old devil Taigong Chong around, these guys in the Yin-Yang realm have absolutely no secrets.

"Alright." Young Master Su looked at the giant ghost in the distance: "I'll go and have a go at him."

Lu Bai, standing nearby, deliberately picked on Taigong Chong's annoyance and said, "Brother Taigong, there's no misunderstanding between us brothers. You're a kind man." Su Che flicked his sleeves and leaped towards the red-haired demon.

"Red Horn, come and test my sword."

As the Jidu Secret Arrow disappeared, a long sword transformed from the Yintian Secret Talisman appeared in Su Che's hand.

The red-haired demon, hidden beneath the banner, had been observing for a long time and recognized the pretty boy as a ruthless character.

Although those four "Eight Hundred Bodhidharma" statues were just fakes to fill the quota, they were only meant to fool that old killer Xue Shaojun and swindle a few Suhe sandalwood incense sticks.

"Wait a minute, you are not Taigong Chong. I only question the traitor this time. After I kill that rebellious villain, I will fight you."

The old sorcerer quickly waved his hand.

Su Che was hardly one to follow the rules of the martial world. He brandished his long sword, unleashing layers of sword energy that swiftly and fiercely attacked the red-haired old ghost.

The sword energy rose in layers, and the red-haired old ghost swung his bamboo pole, awkwardly parrying left and right.

Redhorn gradually realized what was happening.

This pale-faced thief's bow and arrows are indeed formidable, but his sword aura looks rather ordinary.

He had also heard people say that this pale-faced thief should be a disciple of the Ghost Ancestor Palace of Beimang, and that he must have been cultivating in the Ghost Ancestor Palace for a long time and rarely fought with others.

A duel is not a friendly sparring match where you immediately use the most ruthless supernatural powers to overwhelm the opponent. It's laughable to leave the strong opponents unused and instead use such mediocre swordsmanship against them.

Redhorn was secretly delighted; today was the day he could finally show his face in front of others.

The four "Eight Hundred Bodhidharma" statues couldn't fool the higher-ups among the ghost soldiers, but they could deceive everyone in the Yin-Yang realm.

Everyone knows this kid is a ruthless character who broke through four formations in a row, but he was defeated by me, Red Horn.

Thinking of this, a small green gourd appeared in the large, red-horned millstone-like hand.

"You little thief, look at the weapon."

The green gourd burst open, turning into a shower of insects, from which various sizes of witchcraft worms rained down on Su Che like a hailstorm.

Su Che and Hong Jiao were already close, and this witchcraft was like layers of surging waves that directly engulfed Su Che.

As the insects swarmed, Su Che screamed incessantly.

"It's a pity, your young master is still useless."

Taigong Chong was so anxious when he saw this that he stamped his feet.

"Didn't I tell him how powerful that red-horned witchcraft gourd is? How come he still..."

Lu Bai had no time to listen to the old ghost's complaints. He was preoccupied with the thought that Su Lixing had perished in this Yin-Yang realm, and his only option was to flee to the Northern Kingdom overnight.

Beneath the banners, the howls of ghosts were incessant, and anyone could see that Red Horn had won this time.

Sikong Tu sat upright on the bronze chariot with a slight frown. Based on his understanding of the Ghost Ancestor Palace of Beiman, he absolutely could not believe that the disciples of the Ghost Ancestor Palace were so incompetent.

The problem with the disciples of the Ghost Ancestor Palace is that they are biased and narrow-minded; they would never be so easily bullied.

Otherwise, why would Sikong Tu secretly collude with the Ghost Ancestor Palace?

Could it be that this kid isn't a disciple of the Ghost Ancestor Palace?

Just as Sikong Tu was hesitating, another strange change occurred on the battlefield, and the surging poisonous insects suddenly disappeared.

Hongjiao suddenly realized that he could no longer sense the magical artifact that had been refined over many years.

What a thief!

How could this old ghost not know that his magical artifact had been broken?

Just as he was about to cast a spell, he saw a long black rope, like a living snake, fly out from the white-faced thief's sleeve and bind him tightly.

As the black rope bound him, Red Horn felt his soul under immense pressure, and a dark, chilling aura surged from his ghostly body into the depths of his soul.

What a cunning thief! He actually possesses the power to bind souls.

Hongjiao held his breath and focused his mind, silently reciting incantations, preparing to perform the witchcraft technique of substitution.

Before he could finish reciting the incantation, he saw a huge black python with silver scales appear out of nowhere, open its massive mouth, and swallow him whole.

(End of this chapter)