099. Evil Ghost
Feng Shui is a very mysterious thing.
The same mountain has different uses in the eyes of different people. For example, literati will compose a poem about the mountains in the rain, and a commander-in-chief like Shang Changheng will quickly think of how to attack and defend. In the eyes of people who understand geomancy, all mountains and rivers correspond to the rules of heaven and earth. But these three people and one ghost here have no talent and no need for attack and defense, and there is no one who understands geomancy.
He could only rely on Zhu Lezhi's eyes to search around.
It was drizzling and the mountains were green, but everything became hazy and unreal under the rain. When I first entered the valley of Rongzhang Ridge, there were many ancient banyan trees with intertwined roots, but once I entered the mountain, all kinds of short trees and vines were intertwined.
Soon, Zhu Lezhi turned around and said, "Bad news, I'm afraid that this evil tomb of the white tiger carrying the corpse has...changed the direction of the mountain and water. It's probably just an ordinary tomb now. Moreover, it's raining and the stars can't be seen at night. Now even if we find a tomb robber who knows feng shui, he won't be able to find the tomb based on the stars or the mountain."
Everyone's heart sank.
"What about the good news?" Qingling suddenly asked.
"How do you know there's good news?" Zhu Lezhi asked, but met Qing Ling's cold gaze. He shrank his neck in dismay and whispered, "Although I didn't find the white tiger carrying the corpse, I found another place that was almost emitting black smoke. If there aren't some hundred-year-old evil spirits living in it, it might be the tomb of Senior Shang. We have to see it to be sure."
She pointed southwest, "That mountain, the one with the top flattened. There's a small hill in front of it, right between the two."
It was a small valley.
Qing Ling and Shang Changheng looked at each other and then said, "Let's go and take a look."
The carriage stayed on the relatively flat top of the mountain with few plants and insects. Shang Changheng led the way in front, holding Qingling's hand and walking through the mountains. Miaoyuan and Zhu Lezhi followed side by side behind. Walking on the road opened by Shang Changheng with Yin Qi, Qingling felt that he was no longer stepping on the ground, but light and floating, and every step he took did not touch solid ground.
Zhu Lezhi sighed as he walked behind, "In the past, if someone walked on the ghost road, they were basically dead. Even the body might not be found after death. Hey Master Miaoyuan, have you heard about it? People who die on the ghost road can't walk their own path to the underworld, unless someone can walk that road and bring them back."
Miao Yuan nodded and said, "Of course I know, but I only heard about it. My master said that he encountered it once when he was young and went down the mountain to gain experience. Wu Nian Temple originally trained the body and focused on killing. He asked another Yin Xing senior for help, and the two of them embarked on the ghost trail together. Not only did they fail to save the people, but only my master came back. Fortunately, the lingering evil spirit did not move casually, so they simply sealed that place and set up a formation to suppress it, waiting for the ghost to disappear on its own after many years."
The two of them followed and chatted with each other, but Qingling, who was walking in front, didn't care about it. With Shang Changheng's ghost leading the way, they soon reached the deep valley between the two hills. Qingling suddenly uttered a slightly surprised "hmm" and stopped.
Zhu Lezhi immediately became alert, "What's wrong?"
"Magic formation." Qing Ling stood at the entrance of the deep valley, pointed inside and said: "It's different from the Yansheng formation in Huangshanling. This one..."
Zhu Lezhi frowned immediately: "Impossible, I——"
Qing Ling reluctantly continued the interrupted sentence: "...There once was a magic circle."
Zhu Lezhi: “…”
The magic array is different from Yansheng's array. It does not require the Five Elements or Eight Diagrams. Instead, it uses the terrain of the mountain to bury objects that support the array. Qingling looked at it for a while and said, "We should have found the right place, this mountain."
He pointed to the low hill.
"It should be the upper part of the original mountain. For some reason, it was split in half and formed another small mountain. Without the mountain, the magic circle is naturally broken."
The higher mountain has a steep slope, but it looks like the lower body of a crouching large beast. The low mountain in front is probably the part that used to lean on the slope and protrude from the towering peak. It just collapsed from the mountain over time and formed the small canyon today.
Shang Changheng's tomb is most likely right below that small hill. Moreover, there are magic arrays arranged around it to suppress evil spirits.
There are zombies guarding under the Huangshan Ridge and Cangjun Mountains. The two in Huangshan Ridge should be disobedient, so they set up Yansheng, but Hou Su in Cangjun is obviously a more... powerful and successful zombie, so there is nothing left outside the tomb. Now, there is a magic circle outside this tomb to suppress souls, and the evil ghost Shang Changheng is sealed under the Zhanlong Mountain.
Qing Ling thought through all the known facts in his mind in a flash, and then came to a conclusion: "There may be a fierce ghost guarding the tomb."
Zhu Lezhi clapped his hands, "Hello ghost!"
Qing Ling raised his eyebrows slightly, but said nothing. After observing carefully, he said, "Follow me."
This time, there was no need for Shang Changheng's ghost to lead the way. Qing Ling walked on the damp and rotten soil to a place in the canyon. After looking at it for a moment, he pointed to a place and said to Shang Changheng, "Come from here. Although the magic circle has been forced, the suppressing things are still there. Judging from the gathering of spiritual energy, this is the center of the formation, that is, the center that needs to be suppressed. I'm afraid the tomb is also guarded, otherwise the one inside would have come out to kill everyone."
Qingling's caution has been obvious to all along. No one can compare to him in cherishing life. Since even he said so, naturally no one would refute it.
So the few living people stood away, and the only thousand-year-old evil spirit Shang Changheng took the lead and began to dig his own grave.
Zhu Lezhi was eager to try, so Qingling asked, "What are you doing?"
"Wait for action." Zhu Lezhi gritted his teeth, "Finally, we have someone that our Zhu family can deal with. Young Master, I am really powerful."
Qing Ling understood that this girl seemed to have finally found her place. Although he didn't have the heart to criticize her, he couldn't help but whispered, "Miss Zhu, I think this tomb is the most dangerous one we have ever seen."
"What's wrong?" Zhu Lezhi was still looking at Shang Changheng.
Miao Yuan had already spoken quietly from the other side: "Because there is an evil spirit inside who died a thousand years ago, just like Mr. Shang."
Suddenly, there was silence all around.
Zhu Lezhi wilted immediately. She had really forgotten about this matter. Perhaps it was because she had Shang Changheng as her killer weapon. She had been so proud for too long that she lost her composure. Before, on the muddy water, Miaoyuan had a hand-to-hand fight with the crying debt collector on the boat. She, who should have been the most capable of dealing with evil spirits like souls, almost died at the hands of the evil spirit on the boat. She thought she could save face in front of the Buddhist disciples of Wunian Temple this time, but it ended up being even more embarrassing.
No one paid attention to Miss Zhu's impulse to beat her chest and stamp her feet. After Shang Changheng blasted a big hole in the ground, finally - an indescribable ferocious and evil spirit surged out like a backwash of the sea tide!
Qing Ling was very sensitive to this kind of aura. He frowned and stepped back. The two people beside him also moved in a surprisingly consistent manner - each of them tightly grasped their own magic weapon.
The aura was so terrifying. Since Qingling came out of Zhanlong Mountain after the Dragon Boat Festival, he met all kinds of ghosts along the way, whether it was Princess Cen from Huangshanling or those things summoned when summoning the spirit boat, but none of them combined could compare to the murderous aura and murderous intent emanating from the one in front of him.
...Even Shang Changheng's aura is not as good as this one.
Qingling had always been fearless because of Shang Changheng's existence. This was one of the rare times he was frightened. At this moment, a sharp scream suddenly came from the tomb.
That sound was definitely not something a dead person could make, but it was followed by a series of sharp and eerie baby cries.
——There is more than one ghost down there.
Qing Ling had only this one thought at that moment.
He looked at Shang Changheng, who was standing calmly beside the big pit of his own grave, holding a long-handled knife made of Yin Qi in his hand. He turned around and gave Qingling a soothing look that said "don't worry".
Because of this eye contact, Qingling really calmed down.
Thousands of fine raindrops fell like needles, and a blue-gray hand suddenly stretched out from the edge of the deep pit. Qingling was far away, but he could vaguely see that the hand was very small. If it was not a strange deathly gray color, it might be... a very soft and slender hand.
Then another one came. At the same time, a human head emerged from the pit. Long black hair covered half of the face, revealing only a very thin chin. Then, the thin figure crawled out of the pit. Her body was covered with blue veins, as if she was a corpse that had been dead for a long time and had begun to rot. Her abdomen was bulging high and she was naked - it was a young, thin and frail girl.
And she's pregnant.
It looks like she's about to give birth.
The baby's cry just now came from her belly.
Qingling couldn't see any injuries on the girl's body. A demon that was this ferocious and looked like it couldn't keep its sanity would usually maintain its dead appearance, but from her appearance, it was hard to tell how she died.
Qingling thought that there might be one of Shang Changheng's former subordinates trapped here, but now it seems that the only one qualified to guard Shang Changheng's tomb is the commander-in-chief of his three armies - however, in this fourth tomb, there is an extremely ferocious ghost.
When she was alive, she was just a weak girl who looked younger than Zhu Lezhi.
The female ghost crawled out of the tomb with tremendous resentment. Miao Yuan and Zhu Lezhi were tense like arrows ready to fly at any time. Shang Changheng, who was facing the female ghost, had already pointed his long knife at her. In an instant, an aura even more ferocious than that of the female ghost burst out from Shang Changheng's body!
Only Qing Ling was able to stand where he was because he had adapted to Shang Changheng's Yin energy as he was inseparable from him day and night. Zhu Lezhi and Miao Yuan both took a few steps back in horror, their expressions showing the same surprise, shock and disbelief.
Before this, Shang Changheng had never really tried his best.
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