Yinshan Record

Chapter 187 Vajra Yaksha
Walking along the mountain road, you soon see a column of smoke rising straight into the blue sky.

The swirling smoke mingled with the clouds and mist above.

"just in front."

Lu Bo pulled on the reins.

That must have been a village ruin.

In the Southern Dynasties, a village was called a "xu" (墟). It looked like there were about a few dozen households living here, and from a distance, you could see white circles painted on the walls to protect against wolves.

Fireworks rise from very deep inside.

"It tastes weird."

Martial arts practitioners have keen senses, and Lu Bai sniffed the air.

“The energy is dense and subtle,” Su Che sensed, “It doesn’t seem like a ghost.”

Lu Bai looked at Su Che beside him.

"Again..."

The two had eliminated quite a few ghosts along the way, but the real troublesome ones were not the evil spirits that came out of the Yin-Yang realm.

Even with Sikong Tu in charge of the Yin-Yang realm that day, Su Che didn't take these evil spirits seriously.

The real trouble is with something else.

Those hungry ghosts who escaped because the realm of hungry ghosts is connected to the realm of Yin and Yang.

"These must be them."

Su Che flicked the reins and rode his horse slowly into the village.

The thatched eaves were low, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

Something really did happen.

Su Che dismounted, and Lu Bai followed closely behind.

The reason these creatures who came from the realm of hungry ghosts are so repulsive is that they don't even bother with the most basic disguise.

"It's late at night, I wonder what the guests want."

Su Che turned his head to look in the direction from which the sound came. An old man was not tall and his figure was slightly hunched. He was wearing a linen coat that farmers in Cizhou wore, with a headscarf wrapped around his head and a cane in his hand.

Behind him stood two rather agile men.

"Are you cooking?"

Su Che lifted his leg and walked inside.

"We're hungry from our journey, let's have something hot to eat."

"guest."

The old man stopped in front of Su Che.

"It's late, and there's not much food left for everyone. Please..."

"Stay away."

Lu Bai snorted from behind, a deep and powerful sound, like the roar of a tiger or leopard.

The old man felt as if his spine had been ripped out when he heard this, and he shuddered, quickly taking a few steps back.

"Guest, it's hard to persuade someone with kind words..."

"Since he's already dead, don't worry about other people's business."

Su Che glanced at him, then led his horse further inside.

Corners of walls, eaves, well openings, treetops.

In an inconspicuous corner, pairs of eyes watched the two with expressions ranging from resentment and malice to pity and numbness.

This must be the village's ancestral hall, with white walls and black tiles, and the plaque above the entrance reads "Accumulate good deeds and receive abundant blessings."

The local customs in Cizhou emphasize living in clans, with a village basically consisting of one family. Therefore, ancestral halls are usually the most elaborate buildings constructed in the village.

Flames were rising from inside, and thick smoke was rising from there.

A group of men and women were kneeling on the ground. On the plaque at the entrance sat a small, dark-skinned imp with skin like black iron, covered in blue runes. He had a single horn on his head and was laughing there.

"If you want to eat it, just order it. Whoever imitates it the best will get to eat it."

For even a single drop, they would not hesitate to shift blame and tear each other apart.

"Scream! Scream properly!"

Woof, woof, woof... The barking of dogs came from the group of people.

"Good dog, what a good tailless dog."

It laughed.

His dark pupils caught a glimpse of Su Che and Lu Bai in the distance.

It was a little confused. "Hey, why aren't you barking?"

Su Che ignored it and strode inside.

A large cauldron was placed in the courtyard of the ancestral hall. Flames surged beneath the cauldron, and black smoke billowed from all around it, rising straight into the sky.

A one-horned ghoul with skin like black iron was tearing apart the furniture. He turned to look at Su Che and with a slight effort, broke the wooden table into several pieces.

"Cultivator?"

He grinned and licked his lips with his bright red tongue.

"It's late at night, why are you still wandering around? Are you trying to exorcise demons and protect the righteous path?"

"I'm hungry, I want something hot to eat."

Su Che looked up and gazed behind the giant ghost.

"You have a lot of courage, but not enough intelligence. I'll pick out a good liver for you, heat it up, and make up for it."

The large demon threw the chopped firewood behind him, stood up, and clapped his hands.

It moves its shoulders and neck.

"No wonder everyone says this Central Plains is good; you don't have to look for food, it just comes into your mouth on its own."

Lu Bai gave a cold laugh and slowly drew the long sword from his waist, placing it in Su Che's hand.

"Son."

Su Che held the sword horizontally, gazing at the precious sword in his hand by the bright moonlight.

"pity."

"Ok?"

The big ghost looked at Su Che.

"It's a pity that such a fine sword cannot witness the heroes of this world, but is instead used to slay such filthy things."

"Come die!"

Su Che made a move, his sword energy soaring out, accompanied by the sound of sword cries, like the wailing of ghosts in Yinshan.

The giant ghost then realized the danger of the sword strike. Even though he tried his best to reach out his hands to catch the sword, the sword energy was too fast. Before he could even reach out, it had already circled his body.

Su Che flicked the blade of the longsword lightly with his left middle finger, then closed his eyes and listened to the sword's hum for a moment.

He then put the sword back into the scabbard at Lu Bai's waist.

Su Che took out a small silk handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped his hands.

"Humph."

The big ghost smiled contemptuously.

"What a filial child, running over to scratch Grandpa's itch? Remember, Grandpa is Nado of the Vajrayaksha tribe, his body is indestructible, surpassing everything in the world..."

Su Che looked at the giant ghost.

"Left ear."

"Ah."

A sound like a bowstring snapping rang out, and the demon reached out to touch it, only to find his left ear suddenly falling off and crashing to the ground.

"Right eye."

A scarlet eyeball rolled out of its eye socket.

"Right arm, 54."

The demon found that the various parts of his body seemed to no longer obey his commands, and he could not move an inch.

His right arm slammed into the ground and smashed into a bloody mess.

Su Che stared at his right hand, carefully counting on his fingers.

"Fifty-two, fifty-three, fifty-four, fifty-five."

He shook his head; this Taiyu Abi Sword was indeed not so easy to obtain.

Legs, chest, shoulders.

Every time Su Che read out a part of the body, a section of the giant demon would detach itself and break into pieces of flesh.

In the end, only the head of the giant demon remained, but its facial features had been completely shaved off.

"To truly master the Taiyu Abi Sword technique, one must wield sword energy to an unparalleled level, ensuring that a single strike can slice this great demon into exactly 3,600 pieces. Currently, it has sliced ​​over 3,700 pieces, but it still falls short."

Su Che sighed, knowing he still needed to keep trying.

"The Vajra Yaksha is the so-called protector in the hungry ghost realm. They are born with supernatural powers and have a relic of a hundred medicines in their skull, which can bring the dead back to life and restore flesh to bones."

Young Master Su looked at the severed head.

"Do you want it to heal on its own, or should I do it for you a few more times?"
(End of this chapter)