Because his magical power was exhausted, Zhao Youliang slept particularly soundly.
In my dream, the Buddha was still wearing a hideous mask, surrounded by eerie winds and with tears streaming down its face.
Because of Director Zhou's death, because of my own powerlessness, because of all sorts of unexpected accidents in reality...
Under immense pressure, Zhao Youliang immediately knelt down on the ground with a thud upon seeing the Ghost Buddha.
It's like a child who has suffered a lot of grievances finally seeing their parents, and then lingers there for a long time, unwilling to get up.
Seeing this, the ghost Buddha remained silent, standing proudly before Zhao Youliang, with only the blood moon above its head growing ever more radiant.
It seemed as if it could transform into a torrential downpour of blood at any moment, washing away everything on earth.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Youliang finally calmed down and slowly raised his head.
His face was already covered in tears: "Teacher!"
Upon hearing Zhao Youliang's form of address, Guifo remained noncommittal.
His maniacal voice emanated from beneath the eerie mask: "Why are you crying?"
"What good is it for you to cry alone?! Why not let this world cry?!"
"Hehehehe!"
After the Ghost Buddha finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed, and the gloomy wind in the sky instantly transformed into nearly a thousand black Sanskrit characters.
The Sanskrit characters were rapidly arranged and combined, eventually forming a demonic cultivation holy book called the "Great Demon Luo Sutra," which was then completely suppressed into Zhao Youliang's mind by the Ghost Buddha Faceless.
Zhao Youliang suddenly felt a splitting headache, but he still knelt on the ground and desperately endured it.
I gritted my teeth to stop myself from crying and to stop myself from fainting.
Upon seeing this, the ghostly Buddha beneath the eerie mask flickered with ghostly fire in its eyes and simultaneously increased its "strength".
Zhao Youliang finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground with a scream.
Ghost Buddha stood in front of Zhao Youliang, laughing wildly, his laughter creating a storm.
When the faceless ghost Buddha and the black clouds disappeared together, a ghastly green dagger was left on the ground—the most poisonous dagger in the world.
Because of a misunderstanding, Ghost Buddha Faceless used this dagger to slaughter his entire sect and then devour them... raw.
When Zhao Youliang woke up the next day, it was almost night. Fortunately, Liao Zhiyuan, who shared the same plight, helped him manage the paper-making shop.
"Quantum Bro, you're awake? How's your recovery going?"
Zhao Youliang got out of bed and stretched his body, finding himself full of energy, as if he had just taken a powerful stimulant.
"Haha, it's all over, I'm completely healed!"
"Let's hurry up and cook ourselves a meal, then prepare for the ritual to appease the spirits."
"Going to the underworld is no small matter... I'd better go by myself."
Upon hearing this, Liao Zhiyuan shook his head firmly: "Brother Quantum, it's better for me to go myself than for you to go by yourself."
"At least I don't owe any karmic debts, so I won't be wanted by the 'bank'."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Youliang, who had been all smiles, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.
"Xiao Liao, you've really hurt me..."
Because of the Taoist cultivation levels of Zhao Youliang and Liao Zhiyuan, the ritual for crossing the underworld was extremely complex.
First, a huge Yin-Yang Bagua was drawn on the ground in the backyard of the paper-making shop, and then "Netherworld Talismans" were drawn inside the Bagua.
The goal is to successfully guide one's soul out.
At the yin-yang boundary of the Bagua, a red cloth of sweet dew is placed on one side, signifying birth.
It is also the way back after passing through the underworld.
On the other side, a long dirt road was laid out, its surface splattered with wine, a sign of death.
After the soul leaves the body, it will travel along this road straight to the Yellow Springs.
According to standard operating procedures, what should have been spilled on the road was baijiu (Chinese white liquor), or at least rice wine.
However, Zhao Youliang was poor, so in order to save money, he could only use beer instead.
Of course, this doesn't affect the effect, it just reduces the sense of ceremony.
And after the beer was spilled, I wonder if a chemical reaction occurred.
In short, Huangtu Road, which was perfectly fine before, is now constantly "blowing bubbles"...
After completing the above preparations, Zhao Youliang and Liao Zhiyuan changed into the black paper clothes they had prepared in advance, stood in the middle of the Yin-Yang Bagua, and each of them held three lit incense sticks in their mouths.
“Brother Prisoner, if we don’t come back by the time the incense has burned out, we might not be able to come back.”
"When the time comes, please apologize to Brother Huang and Xiaojiaozi for letting them down."
"Oh right, and Sister Yingchun too."
Before the prisoner could speak, Zhao Youliang and Liao Zhiyuan silently recited the incantation.
"Those who are connected to Yin travel during Yin time and emerge during Yang time; their physical body remains Yang while their soul returns to Yin."
"The ropes of the vengeful spirit bound its feet, its form like a shadow, moving back and forth in an instant..."
"Soul, emerge!"
After the incantation was completed, two blurry figures separated from Zhao Youliang and Liao Zhiyuan's bodies respectively.
Then it drifted along the dirt road, gradually becoming more and more blurry.
Just then, Chang Jie, who had been quietly smoking, suddenly drifted onto Zhao Youliang's head.
While puffing on his cheap cigarette, he said, "Chang family son, Bai Zhansi, we absolutely cannot let our shaman disciples take risks alone."
"That's what my uncle said."
After Chang Jie, another big yellow dog hurriedly ran out of the house, carrying a gold lighter in its mouth.
Seeing that Zhao Youliang and the other person were about to embark on the path between life and death, they rushed over in a panic.
His original intention was to throw the gold lighter over, but he didn't expect to pounce on it himself.
And so, on the dusty road that kept bubbling, there was now a "dog corpse"...
On the other side, Zhao Youliang and Liao Zhiyuan felt as if they were traveling rapidly through a dark wormhole, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
When they finally "woke up," they found themselves in a strange world, a world filled with sandstorms.
Moreover, this world has no sun, no color, and is gray everywhere.
"We've...we're in the underworld?!"
Just as Zhao Youliang was feeling confused, he suddenly felt a weight on his head. It turned out that Chang Jie had appeared with a cigarette in his mouth.
After Chang Jie, another big yellow dog fell from the sky and smashed Zhao Youliang face-first into the mud with a thud.
Fortunately, Chang Jie dodged quickly and was not caught in the crossfire.
"Holy crap, even though I'm a ghost, how come I still hurt so much when I fell!"
When the man and the dog got up again, Zhao Youliang was deeply moved.
"Egg Boy, Dog Brother, why are you doing this!"
However, before Zhao Youliang's emotion could last for three seconds, the big yellow dog barked and pounced on him, giving him a good beating.
After all, they didn't come voluntarily; they were only implicated by Zhao Youliang...
Fortunately, because of the dangerous situation, the big yellow dog stopped fighting after a while, its eyes full of vigilance as it stared at its surroundings.
Through the howling sandstorm, one can vaguely see a majestic pass, weathered by time, standing far ahead.
Liao Zhiyuan's eyes were full of seriousness: "Brother Quantum, we're not in the Yin realm yet."
"Only after passing through that gate of hell can one be said to have truly entered the realm of the dead."
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