"Where's the old way of sharpening the sword?"

"Why didn't you wait for us to leave when you fell down just now?"

"What is the Book of the Dead?"

Jin quietly approached the old Taoist priest and the crying mourning brothers, and asked in a low voice.

After approaching.

Jin An only saw it.

The old Taoist priest and the weeping mourner brothers were both a little embarrassed.

The clothes on his body were torn in many places, all of which were broken in the tunnel, and there were many bruises and bumps on his hands and arms.

Fortunately, it was all flesh wounds.

Faced with Jin'an's problem, the old Taoist priest did not immediately.

Instead, he first turned his head and nervously glanced at the direction of the suspension bridge on the river, and most importantly, he looked at the black cloth prayer flags on the suspension bridge that were quietly floating in the wind, and saw that there was nothing abnormal about those black cloth prayer flags, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Little brother, this is a bit of a long story. ”

The old Taoist priest looked at the direction of the suspension bridge and the dead man's passage with some unease, grabbed Jin An's wrist, and hid in the darker places behind him.

I don't know if it's damp and cold here, and the old Taoist's hands are a little cold.

The abrasions on his hands made the old Taoist priest grin a little painfully, and he said about the situation after falling: "When the four of us just fell, thanks to the timely attack of the sword, except for a small abrasion, we avoided more serious injuries." ”

"It's just that when we just fell, we were alarmed by something under the tomb. This tomb is not very peaceful, mother, there are a lot of rat essences, densely packed, and they can't be counted. ”

"Those rats eat the dead people in this tomb to live, and they eat the flesh of the dead one by one to eat fat heads and big ears. ”

"Don't look at this little thing, it looks very naïve, fat-headed and fat-brained, these little things eat dead human flesh to survive, and they have already become bloodthirsty. As soon as they saw the big living people, their eyes were as big as mung beans staring at Wang Ba, and they were very fierce, and their hind legs were more painful than a rabbit kicking people, and thanks to our fast running, we finally ran up those hanging steps to avoid the rat essence that ate the rotten flesh of the dead. ”

The old Taoist priest said, and lifted his robe and trouser legs quite aggrievedly, so that Jin An could see his back waist and calves, there were indeed many scars.

Thankfully, I wasn't bitten or scratched.

Otherwise, these black porpoises, which drill around in the pile of dead people and specialize in eating the carrion of the dead for a living, have a severe poison on their teeth and claws, and there is really no cure.

"Little brother, didn't you bump into those mung bean-eyed rat essences when you came down?" the old Taoist priest glanced at Jin An in surprise.

Jin An replied that there was, but most of the black dolphins were attracted away by the old Taoist priests, and he only met three or two lone ones, and when he saw him, he hugged his head and ran away, and did not chase him and bite him.

The old Taoist looked at Jin An suspiciously: "Little brother, I always think that when you talk about 'hugging your head and running away' at this time, you are insinuating, alluding to the embarrassment of the old Taoist?"

Jin An hung a few black lines on his forehead, and glared at the old Taoist: "Young poor mouth, you haven't said where the sword has gone, and what is the Book of the Dead?"

After the old Taoist priest got acquainted with Jin An, his skin became thicker and thicker, and he was not embarrassed at all.

"We were bitten by those rats all the way, sharpening our swords into the Book of the Dead to find another way out. ”

Hiding in the shadows, the old Taoist priest raised his hand and pointed to the suspension bridge on the river not far away, as well as the black prayer flags. Perhaps it is because of the low temperature at the bottom of the cliff, the low temperature makes a layer of light mist float on the river surface and suspension bridge, with a hazy feeling of virtual reality and reality.

"What is the Book of the Dead?" the old Taoist priest's face was grim.

"A desperate situation that can kill people, but also live lives!"

"This Dead Man's Sutra is a bridge between the underworld and the yang, the yang energy in the yang world is suppressed the weakest, and the lonely yin skyrockets, once you step into the range of the dead man's meridian, there is no longer a boundary between the underworld and the yang world, which is equivalent to the living stepping into the underworld, which is more life-threatening than going to the underworld. The underworld is full of all kinds of dead people, the hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, and kidneys of the living, but they have never seen them in their lives. ”

"No one knows where this Sutra of the Dead is placed here, and where it opens up the underworld, and the danger of this Sutra of the Dead mainly depends on the power of the Sutra of the Dead. There are so many dead people's prayer flags here, according to the old way, I am afraid that there is a fierce devil hidden. Even if thousands of years have passed, the power of these dead man's scriptures has more or less declined, it will only turn the Jedi of ten deaths into a murderous place of nine deaths and one life. The sword sharpening has a special physique, and he walked alone on those drawbridges to find out for us where the drawbridge leads to the underworld. ”

The old Taoist priest explained to Jin An.

Because there were still outsiders present at this time, the old Taoist priest did not explicitly say that the sword sharpening was a corpse hunter, but vaguely said that the sword sharpening physique was special.

In the eyes of the dead, the corpse collector is a dead person, not a big living person.

Jin An instantly understood the meaning of the old Taoist's words.

Jin An's eyes were shocked.

Do the living set foot in the underworld?

These black cloth prayer flags do not bode well.

Just after the old Taoist priest finished introducing the underground situation to Jin An, there were several torches approaching like long snakes on the dark hanging steps, and there were many quiet footsteps walking on the stone steps.

"The Book of the Dead!"

The country goddess who walked in the front saw so many black cloth prayer flags in front of her, her shoulders trembled, and her steps stopped suddenly.

It was as shocked and frightened as the mourning brothers when they first saw the dead man.

"Old sister, General Duwei, we are here. ”

In the corner of a shade, an old Taoist priest wearing a Taoist nine-beam scarf showed half of his head, beckoned and shouted softly.

The country goddess came back to her senses from the first time she saw the Dead Man's Sutra, and hurriedly approached the old Taoist priest with a torch in her hand, and also saw Jin An.

"Jin Engong. ”

The country goddess came over happily.

The old Taoist priest was depressed: "Old sister, what about me......"

The country goddess nodded lightly: "I've seen Daochang Chen." ”

The old Taoist priest didn't seem to hear the difference in the tone of the country goddess, and when he heard the country goddess greet him for the first time, he was already satisfied.

At this time, Du Wei, the three monks of the White Dragon Temple, and Kui Xing Kick Dou also converged.

But I didn't see the Iron Guards.

Jin An pondered slightly, and then figured out the reason, the cave that collapsed was not wide, and the armor on those iron cavalry guards was too bulky to come down.

Subsequently, the old Taoist priest repeated the situation he had just introduced to Jin An and the lieutenants again.

Not many people can recognize the Book of the Dead.

Duwei, the three monks of Bailong Temple, and Kui Xing Kick Dou are all seeing the Dead Man's Sutra for the first time, and when they hear the power of the Dead Man's Sutra, their faces are a little more solemn.

Next, after a short discussion, everyone decided that they could not pin all their lives on the dangerous and treacherous suspension bridge in front of them, and find out if there was any other way out.

It's a pity.

After looking around, everyone returned to the same place again in vain.

There is only one road under the cliff that is the suspension bridge in front of you.

Everywhere else is a dead-end road.

And at the end of those dead-end roads is the unfathomable black rumbling river.

"Old Dao, how long has it been since you sharpened your sword?"

Seeing that the sharpened sword had not yet come out of the suspension bridge, Jin An asked the old Taoist priest with a slight frown.

The old Taoist priest first calculated the hour in his heart, and then said, "There should be two incense sticks soon." ”

"Has it been so long......"

Jin An looked at the river and the suspension bridge with a faint layer of mist, as well as the black cloth prayer flags waving like ghosts in the thin mist.

"It's not an option to keep doing this, there's no other way to go down the cliff, and it's not realistic to go back to the cliff and follow the same path as we came, and we will eventually have to walk from these drawbridges to the other side of the river to find another way out. ”

"Old Dao, you should still have some stock of corpse oil for thirty years, can we use the old method to deceive those dead people in the underworld again?"

After Jin An groaned, he asked the old Taoist.

What Jin An refers to is to cover people's three yang fires with corpse oil, and this method has repeatedly made miraculous achievements for Jin An.

Jin An's words really stopped the old Taoist priest.

The evil spirits in the underworld are different from the yang world, the evil demons in the yang world are either corpses or souls, and the evil spirits in the underworld are the accumulation of resentment and obsession in heaven and earth.

But wherever there are rivers and lakes, all of them are the places through which the Yellow River passes.

The Yellow River connects heaven and earth, mountains and rivers.

Measure the origin of the world.

Can't catch the end of the sunset.

From ancient times to the present, there are many people who have died on this thick earth, it is no exaggeration to say that for thousands of years, there are buried bones everywhere, every river trickle has drowned people, the grave soil is leveled and erected, and the foundation is leveled by wind and rain, and the cycle is repeated, burying generations of later people, and then can not find a piece of pure land.

The more miserable the death before death, how deep the obsession is, the longer it lingers in the underworld, and the obsession does not dissipate, and the deeper and deeper it accumulates, it has long been beyond the category of ordinary lonely souls and wild ghosts......

The old Taoist priest looked embarrassed: "The living go to the underworld, this matter is also the first time that the Huanghua girl has entered the cave room, and even the old Taoist I am not sure if I can successfully hide from the sky and the sea, and whether I can deceive the endless evil spirits in the Yellow River in the nine curves of the underworld." ”

"Someone has to be the first to try this, we don't have much dry food and fresh water, we can't keep dragging it out and not looking for a way out on the other side of the river......," Jin An muttered.

"I have experience in this, so let me try it first to see if it works. ”

"Don't worry, I have my own measure, if I really encounter any accidents, I will quit immediately, and I will not act recklessly. ”

Jin An noticed the worried gaze of the old Taoist priest, and gave him a relieved, calm look.

"One more person to take care of, let me accompany Daoist Jin An. Du Wei took the initiative to stand up and asked everyone not to persuade again, he had made up his mind.

At this time, even the countryside goddess also stood up: "Jin Engong, my wife, this clay pot contains the grave soil after the hundred-year-old evil corpse has broken bones and raised ashes, maybe it can complement each other with the corpse oil, let the old woman and I accompany Jin Engong to break through this legendary dead man's scripture, how powerful is it." ”

"Please also ask Jin Engong not to persuade my wife and me again, my wife's life was originally saved by Jin Engong, and I just did what I should do. ”

To tell the truth, on the suspension bridge shrouded in a layer of mist, the danger is unknown, Jin An can't even take care of his own safety, and he doesn't want to take anyone with him.

Once there is danger, the success rate of a person's escape is also greater.

Just when Jin An was thinking about how to persuade Du Wei and the village goddess, the Kongming monk of the White Dragon Temple was full of surprise and said, "Huh, why is someone coming down again?"

"Could it be that the iron cavalry guards left in the false mound by General Du Wei also followed?"

Wrong!

Not the Iron Guards!

Because there is only one person who comes down!

The sound of quiet footsteps, answered crisply on the empty cliff steps, and only a torch in the air broke through the darkness.

"Huh, why is there only one person coming down?"

"If it weren't for the Iron Guards, could it be the corpse bearer who went down to the tomb before us? Mr. Feng Shui, one of them, Mr. Yin and Yang, or someone else?"

Kuixing kicked and muttered.

Smack!

Smack!

The sound of quiet footsteps echoed in the empty silent world, and the faint light of the torch swayed in the void like a little ghost fire in the darkness.

Getting closer.

Click, when walking down the last step and down-to-earth at the bottom of the cliff, everyone finally saw who this mysterious person was.

"Huh?"

"How, how is it possible!"

At this moment, everyone was stunned, squeak, a wild little monkey, squatting on the shoulders of a tall dragon corpse dragging a chopping knife in his hand, went down to the bottom of the cliff, walked directly onto the suspension bridge, and went to the other side of the river.