Yinshan Record

Chapter 71 The One-Eyed Man Appears
Holding the plain white silk strip, Su Che was momentarily at a loss for what to think.

You could have just written "You're late," why leave your name? Are you worried someone might come looking for you and not be able to find you?

"Empty-headed and elegant," four characters in front, five characters behind, a sesame seed head, a millstone-sized butt.

And is this how "雅" is used?

With a burning desire in his heart, Su Che looked at the plain white silk strip in his hand and found it increasingly interesting.

The handwriting on the silk strip looked crooked, but after looking at it a few more times, the sword energy in the dantian seemed to be slightly excited.

This thing may be extraordinary, but now is not the time to consider it.

Su Che rolled up the plain white silk strip and put it into his bosom.

"Legend has it that this Cizhou area was transformed from the sea into mulberry fields by an ancient immortal with great magic. Therefore, the geomantic veins of Xuanshan are excellent, and the powerful and noble people of the previous dynasty all liked to choose an auspicious site in Xuanshan."

Song Qi sighed softly. Sometimes having too many colleagues isn't necessarily a good thing.

I must have been mistaken when I was in this Feng'en Hall. I missed out on a treasure. It's just that the wicked person who took the item here back then not only profited but also left a note to disgust those who came after.

That's a bit of a rule violation.

However, this little incident did ease the tension in everyone's hearts.

After all, the audacious act of the demons breaking out of the mountains still caused some concern.

Song Qi continued to lead the way, and the group followed the sacred path past Baocheng.

If the Lingxing Gate represents the boundary between the worlds of the dead and the living, then the Treasure City is the gate to the world of the dead.

Beyond this fortified city gate, inside the city walls lies the burial ground of the dead, a thick mound of earth forming a small hill, covered only by a thin layer of grass.

This is because the soil covering was pressed too tightly and mixed with various medicinal herbs, so large trees could not take root here.

"Judging from its construction, this tomb should be built to the standards of a king or nobleman, and the person buried inside must have held a very high position in the previous dynasty. The tomb owner was quite ruthless, keeping a flying yaksha on the tomb wall."

Song Qi looked at the city gate tower of Baocheng and said.

"If it weren't for this flying yaksha devouring living people in the nearby villages back then, I wouldn't have discovered this ancient tomb."

Su Che remembered that the "Xuanzhong Ji" recorded that the Flying Yaksha was a type of zombie, but it was not originally from the Central Plains. It was a type of walking corpse that came to the Central Plains with Buddhism.

The creation of these types of zombies is often related to Buddhism. Flying Yakshas have very low intelligence, but are extremely swift and fierce, can ride the wind, and have a special interest in female corpses.

If a woman in the family dies, this ghost will inevitably come and harass them. Some of the imperial guards have even seen this monster digging up coffins in the wilderness just to find a female corpse.

He could be described as a lustful fiend.

Su Che felt that the owner of this tomb must have had some connection with the old lion.

The flying yaksha guarding the treasure city was turned to ashes by Old Song many years ago.

After passing through Baocheng, the group came to a thick mound of earth.

Song Qi frowned, bit his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The scattered drops of blood, as if alive, hovered in the air for a moment before falling heavily to the ground like raindrops on banana leaves.

The soil on the ground rolled to both sides, making way for a smooth path.

"This is the original tomb passage. The coffin of the tomb owner should have entered the tomb along this path."

Song Qi muttered, "The yin energy in this tomb is extremely strong, and there are many ghosts hiding inside. Everyone should be careful when we go in."

The fierce monk Qin Ben let out a laugh.

"This time, I'll lead the way and show you all what Old Qin is capable of."

Without another word, he chanted an incantation, his hands forming several hand seals. His body immediately swelled up, his skin gradually turning black, and several white lines appeared on his face, resembling a mask. His eyes turned crimson, his blue hair moved without wind, swaying upwards incessantly. His mouth was filled with fangs, and the water-polished Zen staff in his hand appeared somewhat short.

One of the Buddhist practices of the Descent of the World King is the Great Demon Yaksha Killing Technique, which borrows the power of the eight classes of demons and spirits. Qin Ben transforms into the Great Demon Yaksha and steps forward.

Inside the tomb passage, which is about ten feet high and six feet wide, all four sides are made of blue bricks with some faint patterns on them. The tomb passage is filled with yin energy, and as soon as the group entered the tomb passage, little bits of green fire rose up.

Like eerie, dark eyes, they are carefully observing.

"These are all worthless spirits. The yin energy here is so thick that they are involuntarily drawn here."

Song Qi explained to Su Che behind him.

Qin Ben brandished his water-milled Zen staff, stirring up waves of energy. He transformed into a Yaksha, his every move accompanied by supernatural powers. With a single force, he stirred up the various nascent Yin spirits in the area, turning them back into Yin energy.

"Hehe, just in case they become too powerful in the future."

Qin Ben let out a long laugh.

Following the tomb passage forward for several hundred meters, we finally arrived at a burial chamber.

At first glance, this place looks like a residential building, about 30 feet wide, 40 feet long, and about 10 feet high.

Upon entering the tomb chamber, four ancient bronze lamps were lit. The lamp covers resembled the top of a pavilion, and many Sanskrit characters were engraved on the lamp bodies. The lamp cords were about the thickness of a child's arm, and the blue flames, about the size of a bowl, rolled continuously inside the lamps.

Behind the bronze lamp stood a water vat, inside which rose a plain white lotus.

Behind this white lotus is the entrance to another tomb chamber.

"This is ghee made with the blood of young boys. If so much of it is collected, who knows how many lives it will take."

Song Qi explained.

“Nobles and nobles were afraid that some demons or ghosts would emerge from their tombs after they died, so they would mix a little bit of hot blood from a young boy’s heart into lamp oil and light it in the tomb, hoping to use this breath of yang energy to suppress the ghosts.”

"It is precisely because of these four oil lamps that the yin energy here gathers without condensing, giving rise to some powerful ghosts. Just looking at these four lamps, I wonder how many children would have to be harmed to collect enough oil."

Su Che let out a long sigh.

"Even the most wicked ghosts cannot be more evil than the master of this place."

"It's alright. Once we get into the main tomb, we can dig up the tomb owner and grind his bones to dust." Chu Yuan chuckled. "Old Song, are there any similar ancient tombs around here? Let's pick them all out. You can have everything. I just want to vent my anger."

A hoarse voice came from inside the tomb.

"who are you?"

Su Che frowned; the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

"Who am I?"

The voice continued.

As they spoke, a faint blue light drifted out from the tomb.

He was a monk with one eye and one arm.

He was enveloped in a blue light.

"You say that since form is emptiness, is Buddhism empty or not empty?"

Su Che was surprised to see this familiar face.

One-eyed monster, why is it in this great tomb of all places?

(End of this chapter)