Chapter 19 Chapter 19 This is a corpse resurrection, not a rebellion
Liang Mangu held his precious old compass and chanted: "The Purple Star Command, there is no place to hide!"
The pointer twitched and turned a few times, aiming at "Jing". The other layer was Xun Gua and Ji Su.
It is not surprising that something has become a spirit. So what do Xun Gua and Ji Su represent? What is the position of the spirit?
The Xun Gua was in the southeast direction, but the southeast direction of this house was filled with funeral supplies, including food and drinks, jars for sacrificial offerings, brooms for sweeping coffins, and paper banners... Liang Mangu had little experience and could not be completely sure at the moment.
Liang Mangu rolled his eyes, ran to Bai Lu, and whispered, "Brother Bai, I've figured it out. I bet it's the bottle that he used to store sacrificial food."
Bai Lu also took a look. Although he didn't understand Eastern Feng Shui, he had at least established a foundation. Moreover, as an excellent wizard, he was extremely sensitive to energy. He stared at the bottle for a while and felt that something might be wrong.
Just when he was about to make a bet with Liang Mangu, the Luoluo bird on Bai Lu's shoulder couldn't help but sneered.
Liang Mangu understood immediately and said with a grin, "Thank you, Senior Brother."
Luo Luo was stunned, but couldn't get angry, so she just shut her mouth, determined not to speak again this time.
What a pity... Bai Lu looked at the magic weapon on Liang Mangu with regret. Forget it, we are all good friends.
Meng Caiqing could also feel that there was indeed a different aura in the southeast, but with their cultivation and experience, they could not be completely sure. Liang Mangu was still cunning and got Luo Luo's words.
"Don't worry, Ling Ling. I have figured out what to do. You can continue to handle the funeral. I promise that the funeral will be held normally tomorrow morning." Liang Mangu said to Ling Ling.
Ling Ling heaved a sigh of relief after hearing his assurance. "Thank you, Immortal. Please wait a moment. Many things were broken during the commotion earlier. We have already sent people to prepare them again."
They were all tomb keepers, and almost everyone had skills related to funerals, so they were ready quickly.
Ling Ling's family had been playing music for almost the entire day. If it weren't for some evil spirit, they would have already sent the funeral rites to the treasury and started the wake by now.
The so-called "songku" means storehouse, which is a place to burn all the paper items made for the deceased, such as mountains of gold and silver, houses, cattle and horses, etc.
This step must be completed before the funeral, and the home below must be decorated for the deceased first.
Bai Lu looked at the exquisite paper-made objects. After all, Qinglong Town was the royal mausoleum. They were made of parchment paper and painted in exquisite colors. He couldn't help but say, "How beautiful."
What a pity, he knew it was for the dead.
Ling Ling could tell that the immortal also thought the workmanship was exquisite, so he quickly said, "Our paper-making skills are not limited to these. If the immortal likes it, I'll have someone make a kite for you."
Bai Lu immediately praised Ling Ling: "Good man!"
In Qinglong Town, funerals were held in an open area outside the town, so it was less likely to cause a fire. In the past, funerals were held before dark in the afternoon, but now it was already dark.
But since the immortal had spoken, Ling Ling's family had no choice but to pack up, and the singing group followed beside them, ready to send them to the warehouse together.
"And these things also need to be prepared again. Let's throw the old ones outside. It's unlucky." Liang Mangu gathered a pile of supplies and asked Song Maosheng to help hold them.
The drummer stood at the front, followed by the stringed suonas, and the sound was so loud that it seemed to tear the darkness of the town apart. Ling Ling's family followed behind in silence, and for a moment, the only sounds in the world seemed to be the gongs, drums, and footsteps.
Liang Mangu and the other two walked alone on the side, and Song Maosheng followed them with the pile of miscellaneous items.
Looking from behind, the heads of people were shaking under the lights. There were not only living people, but also several paper dolls. Their eyebrows and eyes were lifelike, which made people feel uneasy in the night. Even Song Maosheng, a tomb keeper, was frightened and couldn't help but move closer to the immortal.
When we got outside the town, there were two forks in the road. One was a bluestone road, and the other was a dirt road. One was bright, and the other was deserted.
Bai Lu subconsciously wanted to walk towards the bluestone road, but Song Maosheng called her in a low voice: "Immortal, Immortal, not that way."
The team delivering goods to the warehouse had already walked onto the muddy road with familiarity.
"My God, there are imperial tombs over there. Going straight ahead is the mausoleum of the late emperor. That's not the direction we are going to send the treasury to hold the funeral." Song Maosheng carefully explained to Bai Lu, "Our treasury is in the wasteland over there. The funeral will be ten miles away tomorrow."
"Ten miles?" Bai Lu calculated the units in her mind. "But you still have the system of burying the dead with the dead. I thought he was buried next to the imperial mausoleum."
Song Maosheng opened his mouth and shook his head, saying, "You are joking. It is impossible for us to be buried with the emperor. Even the concubines in the harem cannot be buried with the emperor. If the master of the mausoleum has made meritorious deeds, he may be buried two or three miles outside the mausoleum, and even a tombstone cannot be erected."
Although these tomb owners have been guarding and offering sacrifices in the Feng Shui treasure land for generations and making exquisite funeral supplies, their tombs may be very simple, just small mounds of earth.
Bai Lu felt something in her heart, and suddenly understood a poem she had seen in Shuchun Garden before: Those who are dressed in silk and satin are not silkworm breeders.
Soon they arrived at the wasteland where the storage was to be stored. With the sound of funeral music, the paper-folding craftsmen's skills were ignited. The flames shot up high, and the sparks flickered, lingering in the darkness for a moment before disappearing.
The paper doll's face was half burned, and the flying ashes looked like black tears.
Liang Mangu took out a small bottle from his pile of odds and ends, opened the lid and poured the liquid into it. The flame immediately became lighter, but the temperature was also higher.
"Hey, isn't this..." Bai Lu felt that she recognized it, such a familiar burning feeling, "You brought the Earth Fire?"
Liang Mangu nodded. Before he left, he packed a little bit of earth fire and brought it out. This was the fire in the earth network, which was extremely pure and could also ward off evil spirits. If it could be refined, it would be the Earth Extreme Yang Fire, one of the three great Yang Fires in the world of cultivation.
Bai Lu and Meng Caiqing instantly understood why he had to come out and fight. They each took advantage of the fire with torches and surrounded Song Maosheng.
"Immortal?" Song Maosheng trembled. "What does this mean?"
"Throw the things on the ground." Bai Lu raised her chin.
Song Maosheng almost cried, he almost thought that the situation had reversed again, and these "immortals" were all criminals. Looking at the pile of things in his arms that Liang Xianren said were unlucky, Song Maosheng threw them on the ground without hesitation, and then ran away.
Liang Mangu immediately used the earth fire to light the sundries, "Hey, eat my Xuanshan earth fire!"
Everyone nearby only heard the pile of debris suddenly soaring into the sky as if being pulled by an invisible thread, along with a half-burned paper doll nearby, which also spun around. Just like the weird scenes at every funeral before, everything was colliding with each other, causing panic and screams.
Bai Lu and the other two had anticipated this, and no matter how chaotic the situation was, they just stood in their respective positions.
The burning paper man flew over, as if to kiss Bai Lu, but he just tilted his head.
The three of them let the paper-made objects dance wildly and only used torches that lit the ground fire to burn the target objects.
In the darkness, it was impossible to tell what was burning. All the debris smashed to the ground, and then a sharp scream came from it, almost shaking the paper ashes into flying again: "Ah——"
Then a little person with long arms and wearing a long skirt crawled out from the paper-made object that had fallen to the ground and was still burning.
Looking more closely, what long skirt is that? It is clearly sorghum ears tied in bundles and wrapped around the little man like a skirt.
The little man had messy hair and looked like a girl. He slapped the sparks on the sorghum ears and looked at them fiercely, saying, "This is intolerable, what is intolerable?"
It was the first time that Bai Lu saw this kind of creature. It looked a bit like a Western fairy, not scary, even a little cute. Was she the one making trouble at the funeral?
"You are amazing." Bai Lu couldn't help but squat down and said in admiration.
The little broom girl was stunned for a moment, then glared at him: "You are mocking me? I know my spiritual power is average!"
Bai Lu: "No, I said you are not tall, but your Chinese language foundation is amazing."
The tone was a bit sour, such a young person's level was almost the same as his...
Little broom girl: "..."
"You can't hide anymore? It turns out to be you, haha." Liang Mangu laughed proudly. No wonder it was Ji. The name Ji means "Ji" because it is shaped like a dustpan, which is the same as a broom.
When funerals are held in Qinglong Town, people would sweep the coffin with a broom while chanting blessings, which is meant to sweep up wealth. The broom would then be placed on the grave or buried together with the grave to ward off evil spirits.
But it would not be good if this broom that wards off evil spirits turned into a monster over time.
Fortunately, although the broom made a scene at various funerals, causing them to end hastily, no one was killed, perhaps because of its lack of strength. As long as they were forced to reveal themselves, the rest would be very easy for the three people who were already in the Foundation Establishment Stage.
Even the people in Qinglong Town found out that it was a small broom that was causing trouble. Some of the brave ones were not as frightened as before. They kept leaning their heads to look in, marveling at it, wondering if the broom didn't like the rule of being buried in the ground, and that's why it was doing strange things everywhere.
The little broom girl was annoyed by being looked at, and she made a seal with both hands: "The stars are cracked, the wind is broken!!"
Don't underestimate it because it's small. It's actually quite powerful. The wind blew up from the ground, and the flames were blown violently. The tongues of fire almost brushed past everyone's ears.
Soon the wind grew stronger and stronger, blowing all the people in Qinglong Town to the ground. Ling Ling could not stand steadily and rolled on the ground for several rounds until he bumped into the drummer.
Even Liang Mangu was dazzled, but the little broom girl was smart and took the opportunity to run out from between his legs.
"Escape into the void and turn into a mountain!" Meng Caiqing reacted immediately, pinched his fingers and drilled into the ground to chase after the little broom girl.
Bai Lu chased from the other side on a sword, and everyone who saw him was amazed, "Sword Immortal!"
After he flew for a while, everyone was wondering: Sword Immortal...? ?
——In fact, Bai Lu's spiritual power has become much stronger after building his foundation, but this little broom is just running on the ground, so it is of course more convenient to glide with the sword. Besides, if he keeps flying the sword, his broom will be dissatisfied and it will break easily. It is not conscious like a weapon spirit, but it is similar to the animism of all things, which belongs to a kind of metaphysics.
Meng Caiqing broke out of the ground, and with a cloud of black smoke, he stepped on an ear of sorghum. The fire flashed, and the little broom girl was so scared that she took a few steps back and dropped a few ears of sorghum.
She turned around and tried to break out from another direction, but unexpectedly Liang Mangu had already blocked her retreat route.
In the last place, Bai Lu squatted down, gestured and pointed the tip of the Snow Feather Sword against her.
The three of them gathered around the little broom, looking at each other with smugness and laughing out loud at the thought that their first mission was so successful in taking down the monster that oppressed the innocent people.
One with green eyes, one with dark circles under his eyes, and one with a dark aura, gathered together and grinned...
The residents of Qinglong Town who were watching: "..."
Anyway, it was not quite the same as the scene they imagined of subduing demons and monsters...
"Damn it, damn it!" The little broom girl jumped up and down in anger, and the sorghum ears rustled. She didn't expect these people to be so powerful. They looked much more evil than her, which made her angry and frustrated.
Bai Lu's sword is too long for the little broom girl, and it looks like she is bullying a child.
And even though this broom was not the same as his flying broom and the size was much smaller, he still had some feelings of love for her and tilted his head to look at her and said, "Be good and don't run away."
"I know... He who knows the current situation is a wise man!" The little broom girl gritted her teeth and decided to swallow her anger.
She looked at Bai Lu's green eyes and good attitude, and thought he was some kind of monster. She rushed forward and hugged the corner of Bai Lu's clothes, "My lord, I surrender!"
Great King, Bai Lu thought that both words had good meanings. It seemed that this title had appeared in some works. It was similar to the Demon Lord, and both were honorific titles. So she responded, "Hey, get up."
Liang Mangu and Meng Caiqing: "..."
"...Forget it, just accept it." Liang Mangu's bottle, which originally contained the earth fire, could be used to hold the little broom. He was about to put the little broom away when he heard Bai Lu ask her, "Why did you mess up someone else's funeral?"
Liang Mangu just thought it was unnecessary. He had no idea how many strange novels he had read. He said, "Brother Bai, there is no reason for these monsters to act strangely. It can even be said that it is their nature."
Bai Lu didn't know this. She only saw the little broom pursed his lips and said in confusion: "Well, I don't know either. I just didn't want them to hold a funeral...but they still held it! Don't blame me! Don't say anything!"
She wasn't happy yet.
Liang Mangu chanted a spell and put her into the bottle.
"My god, don't you need to put away your divine fire?" Song Maosheng, who was standing nearby, was enjoying the spectacle. Although his hair was messed up, he felt that he would have plenty of topics to talk about in the future, so he leaned over and asked.
"That is the earth fire. It will disappear into the ground by itself. I won't take it back." Liang Mangu said calmly.
Bai Lu whispered, "You haven't learned how to collect it yet, right?"
Liang Mangu: “…Yeah!”
It's still a one-time thing.
"Thank you so much, three immortals." Although the broom was small, Ling Ling did not dare to get close to it. Having lived to this age, he knew that the more harmless something looks, the more terrifying it may be. If it were not for the Immortal Xuanshan, they would be unable to do anything about this monster.
After Ling Ling got up, he saluted them from a distance and said, "Please come to my house for dinner. You three have not even had a meal since you came here. I am really rude!"
"It's okay, let's solve the problem first." Liang Mangu said. Besides, they had been eating the desserts that Bailu brought on the way... burp, still a little full.
But now that this small task has been successfully completed, I can indeed go to Qinglong Town to rest for a while, and then return to the mountain.
The funeral objects sent to the warehouse were almost burned. People were grinding the sparks when they heard a loud thunderclap from afar, like a landslide, and the ground was shaking, which spread to people's bodies.
Along with it came a chilling feeling.
"What's that noise?"
Liang Mangu looked into the distance and suddenly had a bad feeling. He took out his compass, only to see the needle moving around wildly, dancing on the "Sha" mark. Compared with the small broom just now, there was a world of difference.
"What place is that?" Liang Mangu had never seen Luo Pan so crazy before, and asked hurriedly.
Before anyone else could answer, Luo Luo Bird, who hadn't said a word since arriving in Qinglong Town, flew up from Bai Lu's shoulder, stared into the distance, and suddenly lowered his head and said, "Evil spirits are like clouds, thunder is pressing down on the head, it seems like an evil spirit... It seems to be in the mausoleum, could it be that your ancestor has resurrected his corpse?"
"That's not the direction their ancestors were heading in." Bai Lu recalled what Song Maosheng had said to her, "Hey, is it your late emperor who is resurrecting?"
The tomb dwellers in Qinglong Town were all struck by lightning, and their brains could hardly think. That direction was indeed the imperial tomb, and the nearest one was the mausoleum of the late Emperor Dayun. The immortal's resurrection confused them.
"How could it be the late emperor's resurrection? The imperial tombs around here are all Feng Shui treasured sites. Apart from the immortal caves, this place may have the best Feng Shui." Song Maosheng was so shocked that the bird could speak that he could only shed a voice after he reacted.
But no one could answer him. The place where the sound came from was indeed where the deceased emperor was buried, or his grandparents, uncles, aunts... eighteen generations of the royal ancestors.
Even if it wasn't a resurrection of the dead, with such a big commotion, if the cemetery collapsed, it would be bad enough for the tomb owners in Qinglong Town, and they would have to be held accountable.
So it's scary in every way.
Bai Lu and the other two raised their heads and looked at Luo Luo, hoping that this senior could give them some advice. "Brother, what's going on?"
Bai Lu was completely clueless about these oriental monsters. Unlike other people who had heard some legends, he had almost no specific concept in his mind, just like when he saw Luo Luo he just called her "Phoenix".
Basically, his understanding of Eastern monsters is that the ones flying in the sky are called phoenixes, the ones running on the ground are mostly Nian beasts, and the ones swimming in the water are all water monkeys...
Luo Luo Bird has turned back into a huge Taoist body. "This evil creature is making a lot of noise, I'm afraid it's not simple. I'll go and investigate. You take people back to town to report the news. It's best to ask for help from Dayun Imperial City, which is closer." The imperial city is bustling, so there must be cultivators around, and maybe some of Xuanshan's disciples who are away.
After saying this, without waiting for an answer, he hurriedly flew towards the direction of the imperial mausoleum.
…
Ling Ling's face was pale. He had already been frightened fainted by the little broom girl today. Liang Mangu and Song Maosheng were holding him on both sides, half dragging and half pulling him back.
When they came, there were loud gongs and drums, and when they left, they were terrified. Everyone was very discouraged at the thought that something might have happened to the imperial tomb.
"Are there any practitioners in your town?" Liang Mangu asked. The practitioners outside might not have high cultivation and only have a superficial Qi training, but they could be a help. Brother Luo Luo's serious look made him nervous.
Ling Ling slowly came back to his senses. "There are two young men, the grandsons of the old Chen family, who also have Qi training, but - but they are not in the town! The Ling households here were granted grace a few years ago, allowing the children of Ling households to participate in the imperial examination. They are all working in the government offices outside, and many of their families have followed them to live... They have escaped a disaster."
"Then let's organize all the people in the town to gather together, and you should quickly send a message to the court, asking them to send monks over as well."
The group hurried back to the town and split into several groups. Some sent messages while others notified everyone in Qinglong Town to get up.
Because Ling Ling's official residence was the largest and had the widest entrance, everyone gathered at his door.
The people who had just arrived didn't know what was going on. During the conversation, they heard that there was a corpse in the imperial tomb. You can imagine how panicked they were.
The tomb keepers in Qinglong Town are responsible for daily tasks such as tomb sweeping. They also have emergency communication devices in their hands, which are responsible for notifying the higher-ups when emergencies occur. However, over the years, at most there have been natural disasters, and they have never encountered a case of a corpse resurrecting.
And if it was the late emperor who had come back to life...
An old man shouted: "If the late emperor rises from the dead, if we resist, wouldn't that be insubordination? We have been guarding the mausoleum for generations, and we should apologize if something goes wrong. How dare we disobey the emperor's order..."
The residents of the mausoleum were in an uproar, and they started arguing one after another about whether the emperor's orders were still valid if the late emperor turned into a zombie, and whether injuring the late emperor's zombie would be considered treason.
"Stop arguing, it's as if you can beat zombies! This is a zombie, not a rebellion." Liang Mangu said loudly. Why are they still discussing whether they should listen to the emperor or not?
Everyone was silent for a moment, then a child burst into tears, and then the adults also started sobbing.
"Alright, alright. I didn't say I would let you die. Ling Ling has already sent a message for help. My senior brother has also gone to check. He just asked you to stand up and be alert." Liang Mangu might have been really scared just now. After he said that, he saw that their emotions were still agitated. He suddenly had an idea and simply pulled Bai Lu, who was lowering her head, over.
"I have a senior brother who is a demon king. When the Zombie Emperor comes, he will eat him up in one bite!"
The hood was pulled down, revealing a face that was different from that of an ordinary person. His green eyes reflected the dim light under the candlelight, exuding a dangerous and mysterious aura.
…It would be better if I didn’t have apple pie in my mouth.
Liang Mangu: “…”
Bai Lu: “…”
Good guys and bad guys, of course you have to choose!
Bai Lu quickly chewed and finished the apple pie, "Mm-hmm, eat it!"
The tomb dwellers: “…………”
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