Chapter 47 Cooperation
The group of seven people who went to Yinshan were picked up by local herdsmen at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. The herdsmen said that there has been frequent fog at the foot of Yinshan Mountain recently. Whenever the miasma dissipates, there will be all kinds of corpses, both human and animal.
The corpse was covered in mud, as if it had been buried underground for who knows how long and was dug out.
Some people went into the mountains when the miasma started and never came back, even the sheep they drove away did not come back.
After this incident, people only dared to enter Yinshan Mountain to graze when there was no miasma.
The herdsman said that about a dozen people and countless cattle and sheep were missing in the recent period. This was the first time he saw someone walk out of the miasma alive.
This is the confession of the herdsmen.
The seven survivors wrote even more horrifying confessions in the hospital.
In the miasma of Yinshan, the ground was littered with corpses, some looked like soldiers who died in ancient battles, some were the remains of cattle and horses, there were also human skins floating in the air, and bloody talismans were all over the ground, surrounding the grave of the Yinshan bride.
A bald, lame man had a fierce fight with the bride, and her skin was shattered before they escaped.
Lin Qingsheng's face turned pale when he heard this.
The bride was indeed not a human, but a ghost.
And if I guessed correctly, the bald cripple should also be a heretic, and was rated as a lowest-class heretic by the weird puppet man.
His methods were as strange as the white-robed demon monk he encountered that day.
"It's just... the lowest class."
Lin Qingsheng felt somewhat helpless. They were rated as the lowest class, and even these unorthodox sects that were not worthy of attention dared to confront the Ming Dynasty.
"It's the lowest class, but the lowest class killings are even more invisible."
Another voice suddenly rang out in the empty office.
"who?"
Lin Qingsheng looked towards the voice, and the space on the seat in front of him seemed to be distorted, as if the original picture was torn apart.
A monk in white appeared in front of Lin Qingsheng.
"Captain Lin, it's the second time we meet."
The evil monk does not abstain.
Lin Qingsheng's pupils shrank. He never expected to see this monk here.
The last time, the monk in white gave him a great shock.
The branches that blocked out the sun nearly crushed him to death on the road.
"What are you doing here?"
The white-robed monk Bujie leaned back on the chair, as if he was sitting in his own home and said:
"I'm here to solve Captain Lin's troubles?"
"My trouble?" Lin Qingsheng asked back without changing his expression.
The white-robed monk nodded his jade-like chin, looking like a great monk in this corrupt world.
"The man on Yinshan Mountain is also from my side sect. People in the sect call him Hu Quezi, and some call him Shi Quezi. He knows the eight skills of the left side sect: illusion, life extension, soul summoning, spirit writing, exorcism, nightmare suppression, black magic and witchcraft. He learned soul summoning and nightmare suppression."
The white-robed monk pointed out the origin of the lame bald man on Yinshan Mountain in detail, as if to show his sincerity, and also as if to warn Lin Qingsheng not to pretend, as he already knew everything he should know.
"Why are you helping me?"
Lin Qingsheng's eyes were full of distrust.
He didn't believe that the monk in front of him would help him in this way. Compared to the monk's words, he even believed the puppet man's words more, because the puppet man had a clear price and principles in his actions.
There is no free lunch in the world.
And all the gifts of fate are secretly priced.
The white-robed monk smiled and said nonchalantly:
"I am interested in the two magics of summoning spirits and suppressing nightmares, but Hu Quezi is unwilling to give them to me, so I can only ask him to return to paradise so that I can take them myself."
If he doesn't give it to me, I'll kill him and take it myself.
Bujie spoke such bandit-like logic as if it were natural, just like paying back a debt.
All things should be taken by me, and those who do not take them for me can be killed.
This is not a monk, this is a devil.
"Haven't you also practiced two side doors? Why do you like his Taoism?"
"It is always good to have many skills. What's more, I am not only interested in his Taoism, I also like the Taoism of the Ming Dynasty."
The monk in white smiled and chatted with Lin Qingsheng about family matters.
Lin Qingsheng couldn't help but feel a little chilled.
"It seems that these two methods are very special."
The white-robed monk Bujie shrugged and said, "Actually, it doesn't hurt to tell you. Everyone in the Dao knows this."
"The Eight Side Doors, Soul Summoning and Nightmare Suppression, are the side doors among the side doors. Soul Summoning can raise ghosts and control ghosts, and it can also invite gods to possess the body. It believes in the lineage of the Yinshan Ancestor, which is the most bizarre."
"And this nightmare town is even more incredible. It is called the Nightmare Victory, also known as the Yan Sheng technique. It is said that only people who are born with a lack of a skill can practice it. It is an extremely vicious, evil and tricky curse method."
"We, a group of evil people, are most afraid that others are more evil than ourselves, so I can only be cruel and help my fellow disciples to be reborn."
The monk in white had a compassionate look on his face, as if he was forced to take action because Hu the Lame was so evil.
Listening to the white-robed monk talking, Lin Qingsheng was also making his own plans in his mind.
He had just completed a deal with the puppet man, and the Yinshan Bride was a necessary part of the deal.
Lin Qingsheng also assessed the danger level of the puppet man in his mind. He estimated that if the side doors were the lower nine classes, the five sects of Taoism, the eight sects of Buddhism, and the ten great families mentioned by the puppet man were of average level, then the puppet man must be a level higher than them.
Offending the Puppet Man was Lin Qingsheng's final choice.
If he wanted to plot against the Bride of Yinshan, then he and the monk in white actually had the same goal and could cooperate.
Because Lin Qingsheng had just read the report, that bald man also wanted to marry the Yinshan bride, but he did not succeed.
"What is the relationship between Hu Quezi and the Bride of Yinshan?" Lin Qingsheng asked.
Hearing Lin Qingsheng mention the Yinshan Bride, the white-robed monk Bujie was a little surprised and said:
"You actually know about the Bride of Yinshan?"
"It is rumored that the Yinshan Bride is the daughter of the Yinshan Patriarch. As for whether it is true or not, I am not sure. Hu Quezi should know it. He has always wanted to marry the Yinshan Bride, but he has never succeeded."
"The bride is much harder to deal with than Hu Quezi. It would be difficult for me and Hu Quezi together to deal with her."
"Why? You don't want to marry the Yinshan Bride?"
Looking at Lin Qingsheng's expression, the monk in white shook his head, as if he had seen something new.
"This is the first time I've heard that someone other than us in the Left Path actually wants to marry the Yinshan Bride."
"To marry the Yinshan bride, we need a man born on the eighth day of the ninth month of the Bingzi year at the time of Chen. As long as she is pleasing to his eye, she will be fine. However, over the years, most of the men who meet the requirements do not want to marry her. Only Hu Quezi has been persistent in pursuing her."
"However, if you really want to marry the Yinshan Bride, we may be able to do it more easily."
Lin Qingsheng stood up, stretched out his hand and said, "Then... happy cooperation!"
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(End of this chapter)
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