044. Overcoming ghosts
The tomb of Wang Nujie was blasted open by Miao Yuan, but this time the object suppressing it was a huge rock more than three people tall, so they could only dig in from the side. Fortunately, they prepared a short-handled shovel before entering the mountain.
Miaoyuan wanted to dig, but Qingling took the shovel first and whispered to him, "Let me do it."
Although Qingling was exhausted, he was not powerless. He dug very deep under the stone, so deep that Miaoyuan was worried that the stone would tilt and bury Qingling alive. Then he saw a pair of hands in the pit pushing up a rotten wooden box, and then they climbed out with difficulty by grasping the edge.
Qing Ling squatted on the ground and opened the box. Inside was a white jade tablet, but the middle seemed to be stained with blood and was soaked with scarlet. It was as cold as ice in his hand.
"This thing... has absorbed so much resentment." Zhu Lezhi looked at the thing emitting black smoke and muttered in disbelief, "Using it to kill people, this formation is too insidious."
Qing Ling remained silent. In fact, in the inheritance notes left by the Qing family, there were many such killing techniques, and there were even chapters about using premature babies to refine magical instruments. Adding to the things that the Qing family’s ancestors had done, it seemed that they did not look like a reputable and upright family.
But maybe this thing could still be useful.
Qingling wrapped the blood-stained white jade tablet in a handkerchief and put it into the small bag he carried with him, which also contained two awls and various other magical instruments.
He is not very proficient in magic and has only been practicing for a short time. Sometimes, if he could use some magical tools, he would be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort.
When the magic weapon at the center of the formation was taken away, the air currents here seemed to have changed subtly. Qingling said, "Taking away the evil spirit will break the Yansheng formation. Although the trap is still there, there is a way out. When we leave, we have to go in this direction."
"You are amazing." Zhu Lezhi gave a thumbs up, his face becoming more serious. "But now the smell of corpses in this ghost place is even thicker. I guess the murderous evil spirits have smelled our scent. Our Zhu family relies on magic to send spirits. I have never seen such a thing as a zombie, little master. I am afraid I have to rely on you."
Miao Yuan is two years older than Qing Ling. Zhu Lezhi, the youngest, calls him "little master" all the time. However, he didn't react much. Even though it was contrary to Zhu Lezhi's philosophy, Miao Yuan was too lazy to teach others. He only followed his own path, so he nodded.
In fact, he had never seen a moving corpse, but he was a body-cultivating monk after all, so he was more suitable to deal with this thing.
After walking for a while among the rugged rocks, there is a small hill. It is not exactly a small hill. It is more like a complete and huge stone that is deeply inserted into the earth. Next to the stone is a deep pit - a tomb passage dug by tomb robbers.
Huang Da and Huang Er were still following. Huang Er tried to get closer to Qing Ling several times, but was blocked by Miao Yuan and Zhu Lezhi without a trace. The closer they got to the tunnel, the more nervous they became. When they got closer, they found a rotten hemp rope running through the tunnel. The other end of the rope was wedged into the stone by an iron stick. Zhu Lezhi broke it with a pull.
Standing here, Qingling could feel the dampness and coldness gushing out from under the tomb, which was mixed with a strange fishy smell, just like the rotting branches and leaves of trees after being flooded for a long time during the rainy season.
Miao Yuan originally wanted Qing Ling to stay up there for safety. Huang Da was also very opposed to this tomb. He was even more afraid of his brother who had died long ago. He also said, "Yes, the things down there are too fierce."
Qing Ling shook his head and said, "He can help you and protect me. Some things can only be confirmed by seeing them with your own eyes. As for you two..."
He turned his head, looked at the two brothers, and asked softly: "Thank you for leading the way, but... haven't you remembered yet?"
Both brothers were stunned.
Qing Ling pointed to the hemp rope on the ground that had weathered to the point of breaking at the touch, and asked, "Do you remember how long you have been walking in the mountains?"
Even when they were talking about their experiences, they never mentioned the specific date, and just used the ambiguous term "the past two days" to pass it off, and they didn't even realize it themselves. Now that Qing Ling asked, the two of them suddenly realized that they had no idea how long they had been walking in Huangshan Ridge. The time was very vague and their memories were incoherent.
After Qing Ling pointed it out, it was Huang Da who first showed a look of horror.
He couldn't help but began to recall. He was clearly afraid, but he couldn't help looking at the deep tunnel. He even couldn't help walking forward, kneeling beside the tunnel, and looking inside with his head trembling. He felt that these movements were extremely familiar, as if he had done them before, and his memory suddenly revived at this moment.
It was daytime and the sunlight shone into the tomb. He saw his brother stretch out his hand and was held in someone's hand. He was so frightened that his heart and liver broke. Just when he was about to leave, the body that had pierced Mashan before had quickly climbed up the rope.
Huang Da stepped back hastily, but it was too late. A blue-gray dead hand grabbed his neck and pulled him from the ground back into the tunnel.
"No... Impossible." Huang Da didn't want to believe it, holding his head and roaring, "I'm not dead... I'm not dead, they are the ones who died... It's not me who died, not me..."
Huang Er also remembered something. He looked down at his hands, looking as if the sky had fallen. "Am I... dead?"
"The Yansheng Formation didn't trap you because it doesn't trap ghosts." Qingling said, "The Yansheng Formation traps people and the corpses below. People who died suddenly can't find their way back home, so you have been wandering here."
Qingling is using the most traditional and most commonly used way of sending ghosts away. As long as they remember how they died and are willing to go down, a piece of rebirth mantra can show them the way.
From the moment he saw them that day, Qingling knew that these were two ghosts that were about to disappear. They were becoming increasingly weaker after spending time in the world of the living, and that was why they were so hungry.
They asked for food, and Zhu Lezhi said, "Then eat something first."
The fair hands took a few steamed buns and threw them into the fire, where they shrank and deformed and were burned to ashes.
"Just lead the way. You don't have to go down. Do you want to do it?"
Zhu Lezhi took out a stack of yellow paper with a copper coin stamp on it from his bag and waved it at the two brothers.
A ghost who doesn't know he is dead is completely unaware.
The reason why they were allowed to approach from the beginning was because these two were wandering souls who had not killed anyone and were about to dissipate.
Huang Da collapsed on the ground, but Huang Er was calmer. When he raised his face again, there was a bloody line on his neck, which was not smooth, as if his head was twisted off and put back again, and the broken flesh and blood were piled together in a mess. He looked at Qing Ling sinisterly.
"I'm dead..."
He had a strange look on his face and suddenly rushed towards Qingling.
Ever since he saw this young master, he felt even hungrier. Knowing that he was already dead, what else was there to worry about? His instinct told him that as long as he ate this man, he would no longer be hungry!
Qingling was a little surprised, but he didn't hide. He was really fearless.
Miao Yuan and Zhu Lezhi are still here, so there is no need for him to use the person hanging around his neck.
Sure enough, before Huang Er got close, Miao Yuan reached out and casually put it into his rosary. This rosary could be used to kill or save people. Seeing this, Zhu Lezhi couldn't help but look sideways and exclaimed, "This must be the Seven Treasures Bodhi of your Wu Nian Temple. It seems that they are going to train you to be the next abbot."
Miao Yuan didn't take it seriously, but said calmly: "What Mr. Zhu has hanging around his waist is also a spirit from the direct line of the Zhu family."
Huang Er was arrested. Huang Da, who seemed to be taller and stronger, was frightened and his eyes were red with anger. "You...you..."
"Don't worry, donor. Once his evil nature is eliminated, I will send him to reincarnation." Miao Yuan put his hands together, "If you don't leave now, his soul will be scattered."
Huang Er was a lesson learned from the past. Miao Yuan's threat was very powerful, so Zhu Lezhi sent him away in the end. In fact, he just burned a piece of paper to explain to the people below why this ghost stayed in the human world, and then recited a mantra for rebirth to show him the way.
"Just keep going forward and don't look back." Zhu Lezhi shouted.
Huang Da walked forward, although there was clearly no road. However, his steps became vague and his figure gradually became illusory.
It was the first time that Qing Ling saw an ordinary ghost being sent down there, and he had never been so clearly aware of what it meant to be separated by Yin and Yang. Even seeing an evil ghost's soul scatter with his own eyes was different from the feeling at this moment. The dead people walked on the road to the underworld, and once they walked on it, they would never look back.
In the past, he only had fear of Shang Changheng, but at this moment he slowly realized that they would eventually take different paths.
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There are three coffins under the tomb. It is known that there are corpses in two of them, and they can jump out and kill people. The one in the remaining one is probably Shang Changheng.
It was already late at night, so the three of them did not rush into the tomb.
After all, all kinds of evil things are more powerful at night, and Zhu Lezhi also discussed with Miao Yuan how to deal with the evil things below.
"Corpse transformation is not common. Those who drive corpses have a secret method to make corpse puppets. They are afraid that the corpses will rot, so they use some anti-corrosion methods, and then use secret methods to drive them to walk on their own and walk back to their hometown for burial." Zhu Lezhi stood against the stone wall. "The zombies recorded in the books all had their grudges before death and had their own opportunities after death. For example, they were buried in some corpse-raising ground to be raised. But the feng shui of this place is a bit bad, so it's not likely to produce two corpses that can kill people."
Qing Ling thought of the Qing family's secret method of refining corpses. The old man of the Qing family had used it on himself, so he said softly: "I have seen a book of law that records the secret method of raising corpses. It can keep the soul in the corpse and seek... immortality."
"Nonsense." Zhu Lezhi rolled his eyes. "That doesn't sound right. Don't worry about what happened to those two people. I just thought of a way. Evil creatures are afraid of thunder and fire. Let's use thunder to strike him, and then burn the body. I don't believe that a body can be invulnerable to water and fire."
Miao Yuan said succinctly: "It's not a bad idea."
"Okay, I'll enforce justice tomorrow." Zhu Lezhi clapped his hands.
Qing Ling said nothing, but looked at the dug-up grave not far away. Shang Changheng, dressed in the clothes of the dynasty, was standing there. His tall figure blended into the night, like a pine tree in the mist, ethereal and unreal.
The ancients wore modern clothes and looked at the moon of today.
This is no longer his time.
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