There are three reasons why items such as paper figures, paper horses, and paper money can travel between the realms of the living and the dead.
First, we must start with the nature of paper itself: whether in ancient or modern times, paper is made from plants and trees, so it can be considered a kind of essence of plants and trees.
It's like smearing plant ash on your eyelids and being able to see ghosts; the essence of plants has the function of connecting yin and yang.
Secondly, we must start with the original function of paper—to convey the Way!
Dear friends, please note that our ancestors invented paper not to wipe our bottoms, but to spread and pass on civilization.
This is what I just mentioned as "carrying the way".
After the invention of paper, people abandoned the old ways of writing books using bamboo slips, animal hides, tortoise shells, or even silk, and switched to using paper instead.
For a long time, paper, as a carrier of the Way, has naturally possessed magical abilities.
The third is the "things" attached to paper by living people, such as paper craftsmen like Old Liu.
Or paper talismans made by Taoist masters, or paper money cut by hand.
(Regarding paper money, it's not enough to just burn any kind; it needs to be specially made by a master, such as Jade Emperor Coins.)
(We'll talk about these things later.)
Besides paper items made by people with spiritual attainments, ordinary people can also make them.
This brings up another issue: the longing and sincere feelings that relatives and friends have for the deceased.
In other words, ordinary people can attach their "feelings" to paper items, which can also penetrate the barrier between the living and the dead and reach the deceased.
After listening to Old Liu's explanation, Zhao Youliang finally understood the reason.
At the same time, they began to study more diligently.
......
On the other side, inside a mysterious ancient tomb.
Originally, there were seven or eight corpse drivers who entered the tomb, but now only two remain.
One was Zhao Hongwei, who was familiar with Zhao Youliang, and the other was the young man who nailed the coffin nail into Manager Liu's heart.
The reason they've survived to this day isn't because of their profound spiritual cultivation, but purely because of good luck.
There's no other reason than that the ancient tomb has just too many traps and mechanisms, so many that anyone who enters would question their existence.
Apart from the old driver who was initially captured by the evil spirits, everyone else and the zombies they brought in were killed by the traps.
That's right, these mechanisms can actually kill the "war corpses" created by the corpse drivers!
Zhao Hongwei and his companion are now huddled in a corner of a tomb chamber, too afraid to move.
The young man spoke in a trembling voice, "Brother Hong, are we stuck here?"
"Am I definitely going to die here?!"
Although Zhao Hongwei himself was very scared, he still had to say something to comfort his companion.
"Don't give up! It's safe here for now!"
"Let's rest here for a while and find a way out once we've regained our strength."
The wish is admirable, but is "the dragon's journey to the heavenly lair" really that simple?
Is it really safe to simply remain still?!
As soon as Zhao Hongwei finished speaking, a howling, eerie wind swept through the sealed tomb chamber.
Then came the sound of orderly footsteps coming from the shadows in the distance, as if an army was marching towards them.
Upon seeing this, the young man was so frightened that he wet himself.
He tried his best to curl up and squeeze behind Zhao Hongwei.
"Hong, Brother Hongwei, are these ghost soldiers coming?"
"Legend has it that those who die at the hands of ghostly soldiers will never be reincarnated!"
Although Zhao Hongwei didn't know what was coming, he still mustered up his courage and stood up.
After taking a few steps forward, he mustered up his courage and spoke.
"Our master here is wise. We really just wandered in by mistake and did not mean to disturb your eternal rest."
"Please be merciful and let us go. We will definitely erect a monument for you and worship you day and night when we get back!"
Whether Zhao Hongwei's words had an effect or not, the approaching footsteps stopped abruptly after he finished speaking.
Unfortunately, just as Zhao Hongwei's hope was rekindled, he heard his companion's screams from behind.
He quickly turned around and saw that his companion's head had been cut off by a "knight" and was being held in the knight's hand.
There were three other knights, each appearing in one of the other three corners of the tomb.
He rode his warhorse slowly toward Zhao Hongwei.
As a corpse driver, Zhao Hongwei immediately realized that these knights were neither zombies nor evil spirits, but rather a kind of existence that he could not understand.
Furthermore, these four knights were extremely powerful, far more powerful than the strange zombie he had encountered before entering the tomb!
The zombie that Zhao Hongwei used as a comparison was Manager Sun from the coffin shop.
Just as Zhao Hongwei was lost in thought, one of the knights spoke up.
The sound came from beneath the mask, like the clanging of swords and the thunder of horses.
"Anyone who trespasses into the master's underground palace shall die!"
After saying this, he raised his huge saber high and slashed at Zhao Hongwei's neck.
Faced with this attack, even Zhao Hongwei, the most outstanding disciple of the Corpse-Driving lineage, felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
Let alone resist, Zhao Hongwei even doubted that he could do nothing.
Just as he closed his eyes and awaited death, he felt the great sword that was about to strike suddenly stop on his shoulder and did not continue to strike.
The cold blade had even cut through the skin on his neck, drawing out a thin line of blood.
"That scent is so familiar..."
As he spoke, the knight holding the sword looked up at the sky, seemingly communicating with someone.
A moment later, the knight changed his sword from a slash to a strike, and with a muffled "bang," Zhao Hongwei passed out.
When he woke up again, he found that he was actually alive.
Not only did they not die, they also returned to the surface, to the location where their group had entered the tomb through the tunnel.
"how so?"
Zhao Hongwei touched the scars on his neck and realized that he wasn't dreaming; he had really escaped death.
They immediately determined their direction and scrambled towards the town.
Unfortunately, good fortune never comes in pairs, and misfortunes never come singly:
Just as he finally reached a place not far from the town, he suddenly felt a cold wind blowing.
Three vengeful ghosts dressed in clothing from the Republican era stood in his way, blocking his path in the eerie wind.
Behind the vengeful ghost, two terrifying ghost faces floated, the very same Ghost Faces that had possessed Li Sao's family.
Just like when Zhao Youliang encountered these three vengeful ghosts, they were still standing in front of a giant light source, and their faces were still unclear.
All that could be seen were three ghostly hands holding each other, floating towards Zhao Hongwei, their mouths uttering chilling words: "You will all die!"
"A vengeful ghost that has produced strange phenomena?!"
Seeing this, Zhao Hongwei knew he couldn't handle them, so he quickly turned and ran.
Staggering, he suddenly tripped over something, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a black jar.
The jar that escaped from Zhao Youliang's hall...
Before Zhao Hongwei could react, the three vengeful ghosts were already in front of him.
As they looked down at Zhao Hongwei, six ghostly hands simultaneously grabbed at his neck.
"You all must die!"
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