The last time Ye Xingchen took Li Yijin to Qiwu Mountain, he used the back gate of the mountain, which was hidden by an array and could not be reached by ordinary people.
Zhengshanmen is a famous Taoist site with extremely prosperous incense offerings.
The name of Zhang Tianshi of the Xuanyi School resounded throughout the north and south of the country.
"Why are you here?" Ye Xingchen asked with a smile.
He and Zhang Zihao were friends, and they had an agreement that if Ye Xingchen ever needed Zhang Shihao's help, Zhang would do his best to assist him.
After the matter was settled, Zhang Shihao naturally had something to ask Ye Xingchen, namely his fox clan mother who was imprisoned in the forbidden area of Qiwu Mountain.
“If I don’t come, you won’t be able to carry out your follow-up work in Jinluo City.” Zhang Shihao chuckled.
"Why are you wearing a Taoist robe? Hmm, your attire makes you look even more like a beast in human clothing," Ye Xingchen said.
“If you keep insulting me like this, I’m leaving right now,” Zhang Shih-hao said angrily.
"Alright, enough joking around. How do we resolve this situation here?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"Let's go take a look first." Zhang Shih-hao looked at the mass grave for a moment.
"Xuesong, take a few people with you," Ye Xingchen said, turning his head.
"Okay." Liu Xuesong immediately led a platoon of soldiers to go with Ye Xingchen, while the rest of the men continued to clean up the battlefield.
The group arrived at Jinyanling.
This place is rarely visited by people. Usually, only villagers from a few surrounding towns come here once a year for a sacrificial ceremony. Otherwise, no one dares to come here at all.
Below Jinyanling is a deep valley, which is a mass grave.
Although the Japanese had already covered the mass grave at that time, after decades of weathering, bones could still be seen everywhere in the valley.
"Such heavy resentment." Zhang Shih-hao raised his head, took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes, his face still showed a look of realization.
This place is sealed by a talisman array, so nearly ten thousand souls are sealed here, unable to wander or be reincarnated.
They squeeze into this tiny place every day, year after year.
“It’s normal for resentment to be strong. They suffered inhuman torture in life, so their resentment naturally cannot be quelled after death,” Ye Xingchen said. “Should we repair this formation first?”
“Repairing won’t help.” Zhang Shihao shook his head and said, “It’s been more than seventy years. All the foundations of the talisman array are loose and unstable. If we repair this place, it will leak there. We’d better find a way to send away all the souls here.”
"How easy is that?" Ye Xingchen shook his head.
"It's difficult, but there's always a solution." Zhang Shih-hao was unusually serious. He thought for a moment and said, "Go down to the valley."
The group descended into the valley together, and the moment they reached the bottom, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
Although the valley is not deep, the atmosphere below is completely different from that above Jinyan Ridge. It's not exactly cold, but a chill seeps into your body through your clothes, as if it's trying to penetrate your bones.
Zhang Shih-hao took off his Taoist robe and put it on backwards.
An ordinary Taoist robe was turned inside out and became an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, which was the mark of a high-ranking disciple of the Xuan Yi Sect.
Moreover, he held a compass in one hand, which was engraved with a yin-yang symbol, and in the other hand he held a demon-slaying tassel, giving him the air of a very imposing and powerful figure.
To others, this guy's appearance seemed professional, but to Ye Xingchen, he seemed to sense something unusual and was therefore somewhat intimidated.
"Why is it so cold here?" Wang Jin asked in surprise.
“This isn’t just cold.” Zhang Shih-hao said with a charlatan’s air, “This is called Yin Qi, which specifically targets your internal organs. You can’t see it with your mortal eyes. There might be a brother breathing on your head right now.”
Wang Jin couldn't help but shiver. He subconsciously looked up and, sure enough, a chilling aura came from above him.
Zhang Shih-hao stood still in the center of the valley, then let out a soft shout, muttered some incantations, and finally pointed lightly at the ground.
With a hum, a golden Eight Trigrams Formation slowly unfolded beneath his feet.
The eight trigrams extend upwards to form sixteen trigrams, and the sixteen trigrams extend upwards again to form thirty-two trigrams. The land within a radius of ten zhang is covered by this array.
"The Eight Trigrams of Qimen of the Xuan Yi Sect?" Ye Xingchen glanced at Zhang Shihao. Only those who would inherit the position of the Xuan Yi Sect Master in the future were qualified to practice this.
It seems that this kid has already secured his position as the successor after returning to the Xuan Yi Sect.
“Not bad, the Xuan Yi School’s Qimen Eight Formations.” Zhang Shihao slowly raised his head, pointed his right hand into the air, and suddenly countless black gases appeared in the previously empty air.
These dense wisps of gas were slowly rotating above everyone's heads.
"Are these the spirits of the dead?" Ye Xingchen's expression was complicated. He murmured, "They are not visible to the naked eye unless one opens the Heavenly Eye. But the unique thing about the Qimen Eight Formations is that the one who sets up the formation becomes the master of this world."
“Yes, that’s why I gave these spirits color so we can see them.” Zhang Shih-hao paced back and forth in the formation, observing the shadows that filled the sky.
Liu Xuesong gripped the gun tightly in his hand, looking somewhat nervous, after all, he was the only ordinary person among the four people present.
Moreover, these countless black auras wandered aimlessly in mid-air, seemingly very interested in the people present, occasionally crouching down and rushing towards them.
However, their auras were so weak that they dared not approach the group.
Zhang Shih-hao closed his eyes, seemingly communicating with the spirits in mid-air. His brows furrowed and relaxed intermittently before he slowly opened his eyes.
"What did you find out?" Ye Xingchen asked curiously.
He understood Zhang Shih-hao's methods; after all, he was the future successor of the current Celestial Master, and it was normal for him to be able to communicate with things from another world.
“They said they’ve been trapped here for seventy years. They want to leave but can’t, and they want to reincarnate but have no way to do so,” Zhang Shih-hao said. “They can only stay here year after year.”
"Then how can we help them?" Ye Xingchen asked.
“The spirits floating around here are mostly relatively weak,” Zhang Shih-hao said. “The number of spirits in this mass grave was originally in the tens of thousands.”
"But because the space is too small, it can't hold so many dead, so the stronger undead devour each other, thus giving rise to a powerful undead. If we want to solve the problem here, we have to deal with the biggest one first."
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