Chapter 172: Dry Bones
More than ten beautiful and charming Rakshasa ghosts held white silk in their hands and looked at them with a sneer.
Xiaoqian clapped her hands and laughed: "I knew you would come back!"
The four people were like a cocoon wrapped by a spider, with only their heads still able to move.
Ning Caichen and Ma Junji struggled hard, but they could only twist like worms, without any effect.
Yan Chixia tried to use his magic power to shake off the white silk, but the magic power of several Rakshasa ghosts was not weak, and it was difficult to succeed for a while.
Gong Mengbi praised: "Smart, we have walked into a trap."
Xiao Qian was somewhat surprised, yet also somewhat proud, and said, "The Orchid Shade mural has been almost completely refined by Grandma. If you want to escape, you can only leave through the cemetery and rely on those remaining corpses to resist Grandma's magical powers."
Yan Chixia and Ning Caichen thought about the skeleton zombies in the cemetery. It turned out that the skeleton zombies and the Scattering Flower Goddess were not of the same kind.
Yan Chixia asked, "If those skeleton zombies are not from the same group as you, then why did they chase us last time?"
Xiao Qian said jokingly, "Guess."
She played with the jade orchid in her hand and said, "Take them away and leave them to Grandma to deal with!"
These Rakshasas flew up, dragging four large white cocoons as they flew over the willow trees and passed through the cemetery.
The crows were cawing restlessly on the branches.
Xiaoqian flicked her fingers, and a strong gust of wind passed by the crow and hit the tree. With a snap, the branch broke in two. The crow was startled and flew away quickly into the forest.
Xiao Qian snorted and said, "Wait until grandma erases all the murals, and see how long you can keep yelling."
A group of Rakshasa ghosts flew over the cemetery in a mighty manner. The cemetery shook, and skeleton hands and flesh-red withered hands crawled out of the ground, revealing pale golden bones and wind-eroded monk robes.
White flags are spinning and paper money is flying.
The faint golden light was like a net, blocking the Rakshasa ghost's way.
Xiao Qian frowned and said, "You can't even protect yourself, yet you still dare to meddle in other people's business." She waved the jade orchid in her hand and said, "Dig up their graves!"
The Rakshasa ghost said dissatisfiedly, "Just break through their obstruction and charge forward. Why bother with this useless effort if you don't want to remove the mural?"
Xiao Qian said with a grin, "These damn bald donkeys are so arrogant, how can we not teach them a lesson? This is my decree, are you going to listen or not?"
"You!" The Rakshasa ghost laughed angrily, but he really didn't dare to disobey this jade orchid.
Xiaoqian stood on the tree, hung Gong Mengbi and others on the treetop, and sat down to watch the battle between the Rakshasa ghost and the dried bones.
Only after all the skeletons had crawled out did Gong Mengbi see the true appearance of these corpses.
He is a monk.
He was not buried in the pagoda forest, but in the cliff carvings, guarding the first realm of truth and illusion in the cliff carvings.
Gong Mengbi asked, "Brother Yan, the murals on the cliff carvings are almost invisible now, right?"
Yan Chixia nodded and said, "Brother Ning and I have carefully examined it for a long time, but we still can't tell what is painted on the mural."
Gong Mengbi said, "A mural painting is a realm of truth and illusion. It seems that the place where the monk is buried before us is the first mural."
The Rakshasa ghosts fly swiftly and have great strength, but the monk whose withered bones have turned back into gold is fighting with them.
Gong Mengbi laughed and said, "Miss Xiaoqian is not the same kind of person as them after all."
Xiao Qian's eyes darkened when she heard him say this, and she said, "How can we not be the same kind of people?"
Gong Mengbi said, "My memory is pretty good. They were the ones who presented flowers to Lanyin Temple and forced Zhenniang to go up the mountain to become the Flower Scattering Goddess. Now they have all been transformed into Rakshasa ghosts by Zhenniang and obey her commands. But you are different."
Xiao Qian said, "I also obey grandma's orders. Grandma treats me very well. What's the difference?"
Gong Mengbi said, "It's different, you know it yourself. I see the shadow of Zhenniang in you. She treats you well because she sees herself in her past. As for whether you like her treating you well or not, that's another matter."
Xiao Qian chuckled: "You are now a prisoner. Do you think I will let you go with just a few words?"
Gong Mengbi said, "No, you are the prisoner. I am saying this probably because I can see that you yearn for freedom."
Xiaoqian's face changed and she looked at the white cloth cocoon hanging on the tree. She saw only four straw men wrapped in the white cloth.
She immediately raised the jade orchid in her hand and was about to call the Rakshasa ghost back to help.
But before she raised her hands, she felt as if she was falling from the sky. The feeling of weightlessness made her wave her hands, and the jade orchid fell to the ground.
Before she could recover from the twisted feeling, a cold knife was placed on her neck.
Gong Mengbi stood side by side with her on the same branch. A thin and transparent knife as cold as ice and moonlight stretched out from Gong Mengbi's hand and pressed against her throat.
Xiao Qian suppressed her attempt to swallow, fearing that the sharp blade would cut her throat. "Please spare my life."
Gong Mengbi said, "Brother Yan, please lend a helping hand to these dead monks."
Yan Chixia said, "Just watch carefully."
He opened his mouth and a sharp sword light came out like thunderbolt, flying into the cemetery and killing all the Rakshasa ghosts.
The power of a flying sword cannot be compared to that of a dead body's bones.
With the help of the skeleton monk, golden light immediately covered the golden light and connected with each other, like a surging wave, sweeping up all the Rakshasa ghosts and pushing them into the thick white fog.
Yan Chixia collected the flying sword, and Gong Mengbi praised: "The divine sword has spirit, it is indeed extraordinary."
Yan Chixia showed a little bit of satisfaction and said, "I only have a sword skill that is barely good enough."
Those monks with dried bones fought off the Rakshasa ghost. These monks, who were either golden bones or red mummies, looked at Gong Mengbi, as if they were telling something.
Gong Mengbi was a little confused at first, but when he acted as a fox wizard with a serious expression and used the Tongtian method, he immediately heard those silent calls for help.
Gong Mengbi stood in front of the monks, who were looking at him and seemed to be saying something.
Gong Mengbi said, "I'll know after I see it."
The monks seemed a little hesitant.
But Gong Mengbi said, "Apart from us, you probably won't be able to wait for other helpers."
The monks seemed to agree, and the sound of chanting sutras came from these silent corpses. Gong Mengbi and others saw something change in front of their eyes, and arrived at a new world of reality and fantasy.
Before my eyes was the Lanyin Temple, shrouded in mournful clouds, and the monks’ cries of grief were inexplicably mournful.
Xiao Qian was surprised and delighted, and said, "It really is the seventh mural!"
Yan Chixia was startled and asked, "How come you, a female ghost, came in as well?"
Xiao Qian said dissatisfiedly: "It's not like I came in by myself."
Gong Mengbi said, "Since you know what's going on, please help us solve this mystery."
Xiaoqian didn't want to explain the mystery, but the knife was at her neck and she couldn't hide it.
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