Underground Lord: Tang Ping

Types: Ghosts, Avatars

Realm: The underground master is not opened (a total of three ranks), ghosts

Lifespan: 12 years.

Pact: None (not opened)

Magical powers: Yin Gathering (0/100) Ghost Fire (0/100)

Qingshu suspended in the void, Tang Ping rubbed his eyes, and repeatedly confirmed that he was not mistaken.

This image will appear or disappear with your mind.

"It's not ......"

Isn't this something that travels through previous archaeological excavations yourself?

Before crossing, he went to a tomb of a prince of the Eastern Han Dynasty in Chang'an with his mentor to carry out excavation work.

As the excavation progressed, they discovered that something was wrong with the tomb.

The tomb is a princely tomb, but the owner has no name, not even bones, only an empty coffin.

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Tang Ping found the Han Dynasty inside the coffin.

The so-called sue Di Ce is also known as the Huangquan passport by modern people, which is a letter of introduction for the deceased to go to the underworld, and the text written on it is generally as follows: a certain year, a certain month, a certain day (the tomb owner is buried), tell the underground owner.

But this policy is different.

The second half of the Eastern Han Dynasty is the content of the deed.

As the name suggests, the deed of the underworld is a title deed in the underworld, which confirms the right to use the land.

The two are the most common objects in Qin and Han tombs, but this is the first time they have been combined.

And the content above is also very strange, to the effect that the Taiyi God was revealed, so-and-so obtained the position of the underground lord, and the name of the tomb owner was erased.

This is not a proof of a person's entry into the underworld, but rather a proof of employment.

And the whole cemetery is full of Taoist style, with soaring patios, pavilions, and command flags for recruiting generals.

It was as if the tomb owner had really dismembered his body into an immortal.

Tang Ping was in a car accident on the way to the museum, and when he woke up, he crossed into this realm, and lived less than a day before he died in the war.

"Underground Master ......"

Tang Ping looked at the underground master of the category column and thought.

Tao Hongjing's "True Message" said: The underground master, the civil official who solves the Tao; The underground ghost handsome, the military attache of the next road.

It is the name of the ghost official of the underworld in the early days of Taoism.

The functions are similar to judges, city gods, land lords, etc.; Later generations were replaced by these positions.

To put it simply, Chenghuang land is the township chief and county order under the feudal centralized system.

Then the underground lord is the feudal lord of the feudal system, and he has more power and autonomy in his own territory.

Of course, they are all petty officials in the underworld, and they are all soy sauce existences in mythology.

"Haha, this is the foundation of life."

Tang Ping was very happy.

How to say that it is also an ability, and it is not that there is no space for development, the underground master is a ghost official, easy to move out of the museum, open teeth and build a mansion.

Rounding is also a ghost king's asset.

"Ordinary ghosts only live for twelve years, and that's true."

"The deed in the penultimate column must be the purchase of land."

Buying a land parcel represents one's own control over the land, which is what distinguishes it from ordinary ghosts.

Unfortunately, it can't be turned on yet.

As for the Yin Gathering Technique and the Ghost Fire Technique, it seems that they are the cultivation methods on the ghost bones just now.

The former is a superficial method of absorbing yin qi, and the latter does not need to be said.

Tang Ping sat cross-legged on the ground according to the content of the exercises, and cultivated according to the content of the Yin Gathering Technique.

With five hearts facing the sky, except for the translucent body, there is no difference between ordinary people.

The practice of ghosts has a huge drawback, that is, there are no human meridians.

The way to cultivate is to open your mouth and absorb yin qi.

Tang Ping opened his mouth and took a breath of cold air.

Visualize the cold air evenly starting from the throat and slowly falling to the Jizhong acupoint, centering on the Jizhong acupoint and spreading evenly to the rest of the body.

The process is responsible, and it requires great concentration to sense every inch and visualize the route completely.

It is equivalent to going from one silent recitation to ten thousand.

Even if it is once a second, it will take more than three hours.

Failed several times in a row.

Each distraction fails.

It's too hard to concentrate, especially for modern people who don't have a strong sense of concentration.

It's not enough to just have an idea, the key is to look at your own perseverance.

Two hours later.

Finally, Tang Ping felt a chill in his abdomen.

There seemed to be a faint hint of coolness in the lower dantian, and in Tang Ping's induction, there was a faint black airflow the size of a hair.

With the birth of the air current, Tang Ping felt that his strength had improved a lot.

This is the yin force.

"Something is wrong, how did you succeed in the first attempt?"

Tang Ping was puzzled.

It stands to reason that it takes perseverance in cultivation in order to induce and generate yin power.

Could it be......

Tang Ping's mind moved, and the panel appeared in front of him, only to see a column of supernatural powers.

Yin Gathering (1/100)

"Sure enough, as long as you complete the cultivation, your progress can increase."

Tang Ping stood up excitedly, and his heart could not be calmed for a long time.

God rewards hard work, no hard work, no gain.

Isn't this the biggest cheat?

How many people practice hard day and night, and they can't see the results for half their lives?

And I not only have the harvest of hard work, but also can see the progress of my efforts, which is a godsend.

"I have the exercises, and I have the way forward, so I will hide here and practice secretly in the future, and I don't care if the sky falls."

Tang Ping's inner sense of security has greatly increased.

At this time, his head suddenly became a little dizzy, he almost couldn't stand steadily, and his soul flickered and disappeared.

Tang Ping didn't panic, and first glanced at the room.

The house is not big, twenty or thirty square meters.

One room, one bed, one room.

This is Tang Ping's home in the underworld.

He went under the bed, pulled out a small black jar, and lifted the lid, which contained something like mud.

This is ghost mud, the lowest ingestion substance of ghost creatures.

Ghosts also need housing, otherwise there is a risk of being robbed by lonely ghosts; You also need to eat, needless to say, if you don't eat, you can survive, then it's not a ghost, it's a fairy.

Tang Ping endured the nausea and ate it.

No taste, muddy texture.

I heard that high-grade foods include ghost rice, ghost candles, wormwood smoke, demon blood, etc., and these foods can increase cultivation when eaten.

These can be obtained when you have the ability.

After the meal was full, the dizziness suddenly disappeared.

Put the black altar back in its place, and the thigh bone just now was estimated to have been sucked dry of yin qi because of the awakening of the panel, so it turned into a puddle of ashes.

Tang Ping lay down, carefully swept his fingers into a pile, and then secretly threw it outside.

Another night passed.

From time to time, there was a noise outside the house, and it should be that the ghosts who had gone out to look for opportunities had returned.

Tang Ping was not very familiar with them, and nodded at each other.

The blood moon disappears, and the gray sun appears.

The night passed.

Tang Ping pushed open the dark wooden door, and at this time, fifteen meters away from the wooden house, the nearest house opened at the same time.

An old man poked out of it.

The old man's hair was gray, his complexion was pale as that of an ordinary ghost, there was a deep cut on his neck, and only a little skin was connected to his head and body.

"Yo, little brother. Wake up pretty early. ”

When the old man walked out of the door, his head dangling over his chest, swinging, clattering against the door.

"Ahem...... Tang Ping almost couldn't hold back, "Yes, Uncle Zhang is early." ”

This is the decapitated old Zhang, and he can be regarded as a good ghost.

"Didn't go out last night to try your luck?" The severed head Lao Zhang asked.

"Don't dare, it's too dangerous." Tang Ping thought to himself, is it your turn to have benefits? I'm afraid that if I really get any benefits, I don't think I can keep it.

The decapitated old man Zhang looked gloomy and said, "Hey, I really envy you young people, the old man doesn't have a long life, unless he becomes a soul ......."

Whoa!

Suddenly, a green mist filled the air.

Tick tock.

A miserable white thin horse broke through the fog.