Asking about longevity

Chapter 957: Lighting the lamp for people (thank you book friend 201812… for being the leader)

Mo Hua fell into the grave.

It was like falling into a dark and suffocating ocean, surrounded by deeper darkness and the cold stench of corpses.

After falling for an unknown period of time, his feet finally touched the ground.

Water flashed under his feet, and he used the Water Step to reduce the force of falling, and then Mo Hua slowly stood up.

People jumped down one after another, and after a while, everyone was together.

Mr. Hui and several black-robed demon cultivators gathered together again, led by the black-robed old man, and continued to move forward.

It was pitch black all around, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you. The vision was worse than above.

Mo Hua could only circulate his spiritual power, cover his eyes, and activate the "night vision technique".

This is a basic small magic spell for cultivation, which most cultivators know, and is used to see things at night.

However, because the circulation of spiritual power will produce fluctuations and attract the attention of other people or monsters, experienced monks will not activate night vision in dangerous situations as long as they have a little night vision.

The problem is that there is really no vision in this tomb pit now.

In such a place, the perception of spiritual consciousness cannot be fully trusted.

Therefore, not only Mo Hua, but everyone has activated night vision.

A layer of light spiritual power shrouded the eye sockets, distinguishing the surrounding scenes, so that everyone can follow the road and move forward little by little.

But the more they walked, the more strange Mo Hua felt.

The scene around was even more desolate and deserted than the cemetery above.

Moreover, there were gravels underfoot, the walls and rocks were wet and rugged, and there was not even a corridor. It was more like a desolate mountain pit, not a built cemetery.

After walking for a while, the old man in black robe suddenly said:

"Be careful."

Mo Hua sensed something, stopped, and secretly moved closer to the crowd.

In the darkness, there was a wet sound of footsteps.

The footsteps were not underground, but overhead.

It seemed as if something was approaching them.

Everyone took out their spiritual tools and magic weapons, activated their spiritual power and blood, and secretly guarded.

But a moment later, a fishy wind suddenly rose in the darkness, and a cold light shone.

This cold light, from top to bottom, was grabbed by the bear demon cultivator before it bit anyone, and his hands and feet were crushed, and his body was torn apart, and he fell to the ground.

Blood of unknown color slowly flowed out and soaked the ground.

Mo Hua then looked carefully and found that the one who attacked everyone was not a corpse, but a demon beast.

This demon beast had scales all over its body, sharp teeth and claws, and looked like a mountain demon, but on its pointed head, the facial features were actually shaped like a human face, which looked a bit creepy.

"What is this thing..."

"A demon body with a human face, what did it eat to grow like this?"

Everyone frowned.

Fortunately, although this mountain-diving monster is strange, it is only the first stage of the third grade.

The first stage of the third grade cemetery monster is definitely a big trouble for Mo Hua, and it is also very difficult for Hui Erye and the others.

But for the three people in the crowd, the leader of the Demon Sect in the late Jindan period, the Xiongbi demon cultivator, and the black-robed old man, the threat is not great.

Mo Hua secretly rejoiced.

There are many dangers in this lonely mountain tomb. If it weren't for these big demon cultivators, he really couldn't get here.

"Keep going."

The black-robed old man said in a deep voice, and then stepped forward.

Hui Erye was confused. After walking for a while, he frowned and whispered: "It doesn't look like a tomb here..."

Hui Erye frowned, with an indescribable feeling.

After walking for a while, the front suddenly opened up, and there appeared a very huge mine shaft, so big that the edge could not be seen clearly.

Everyone's heart sank slightly, and they slowly walked to the edge of the mine shaft, their eyes falling.

In the dark night, in the wide mine, some blurry scenes gradually became clear through night vision.

Mr. Hui was shocked for a moment. Even several demon cultivators, including the old man in black robe, had their pupils shrank slightly and couldn't help but take a breath.

The mine in front of him was abandoned and collapsed.

Not only could he not see the edge when he looked up, but he also couldn't see the bottom when he looked down. It was full of corpses!

It was like a sea of ​​corpses.

Some of these corpses were rotten, some were dried, some were buried in ore, and some seemed to be eaten by monsters at the bottom of the mountain. They were broken and piled up like garbage.

There were also people who seemed to be struggling before death.

These people were ragged, and almost without exception, they were all mine cultivators. At a glance, there was no telling how many there were.

They were calling for help, angry, and desperate.

As tomb robbers, their hands must have been stained with blood.

As a demon cultivator, he has killed countless people.

But even so, seeing this scene in front of him, seeing so many corpses piled up together, even the demon cultivators who killed countless people in the field were a little stunned.

This kind of death is simple and cruel.

"Is this... a mining accident?" Mr. Hui said in a hoarse and trembling voice.

"This must be, how big a mining accident..." Shitou was also a little unbelievable.

Mo Hua's pupils trembled slightly, and his face was as gloomy as water.

There is no record of this huge mining accident in the classics of the Shen family, including the documents of the Daoting Division.

Not a single bit.

Including the internal jade slips of the Shen family that Shen Xiuyan secretly gave him, there is no trace of it.

It is impossible that the Shen family is unaware of such a serious mining accident.

They deliberately concealed it.

At this time, Mo Hua finally understood why hundreds of years ago, there were suddenly so many orphans in Gushan City.

Because their parents and ancestors all died in this mine.

The children they left behind had no one to care for them, so they naturally became orphans.

Orphans have a hard time making a living and have nowhere to practice. Even when they grow up, they can easily die in the cruel world of cultivation. Their next generation of children will become orphans again...

Generation after generation, Gushan City has truly become an "isolated" mountain city.

But this matter may not be that simple...

Mo Hua turned his head silently and looked at Shen Qingsheng beside him.

Shen Qingsheng was knocked unconscious by the bear demon cultivator and carried all the way by stones. At this time, he was aroused by the Yin Qi and saw countless corpses in front of him. His pupils were dilated and his face was pale.

Mr. Xuan also looked at him and praised:

"Is this the work of your Shen family? In such a large mass grave, I'm afraid no less than 100,000 people died..."

Shen Qingsheng immediately said in horror: "How is it possible? How could this be something done by my Shen family?"

Mr. Xuan smiled gloomily: "Is this your Shen family's mine?"

"no……"

"Isn't this your Shen family's mine?"

"yes……"

Shen Qingsheng was a little panicked for a moment and said, "No! Someone must have framed me to commit such murders in the Shen family's mines! It must be!"

"My Shen family is upright and upright. We are a fifth-rank family in the Qianxue Prefecture. We are hereditary from the Qiandao Sect. We act upright and sit upright..."

"This... this is a mining accident, a natural disaster, and has nothing to do with my Shen family!"

Shen Qing gritted his teeth and said.

Mr. Xuan sneered, "Whether it was done by your Shen family or not, once this matter is exposed and it is said that a mass grave was buried under your Shen family's mine, if the Taoist government investigates again, you may not be able to survive." Let’s go.”

Shen Qingsheng's face turned pale for a moment, "No, these lowly mud-legged people will die as soon as they die. What does it have to do with my Shen family..."

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly cold.

Mr. Xuan shook his head. He actually didn't care what Shen Qingsheng said.

The same goes for the old men in black robes.

They have more important things to do.

"The thing is in this mass grave..." The old man in black robe seemed to be sure of something. He turned around and looked at Mo Hua, "Little brother, can you lead the way?"

Mo Hua was startled and asked: "What?"

"The real tomb." The old man in black robe said.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and shook his head, "Old senior, there are corpses everywhere in this mass grave, and there are very few traces of the formation. I'm afraid I won't be able to find a way out..."

He told the truth.

Moreover, the formation of the tomb is also his shortcoming.

He had no idea what kind of tomb these demon cultivators were looking for.

Not to mention, these corpses were like grass and grass. They were far away and there was no way to find any direction in the bottomless mass grave.

The old man in black robe looked at Mr. Hui again.

Second Master Hui looked troubled and shook his head as well:

"These mass graves are 'mass graves' at best, not formal tombs. There are no rules to follow, and there's nothing I can do about it."

The old man in black robe took a deep look at Mr. Hui to make sure that he was not lying. He frowned slightly, then turned his head and said to the Demon Sect leader:

"Can you feel it?"

induction?

Mo Hua's heart moved, and he secretly looked at the demon cultivator leader who was dressed in an evil dragon.

The Demon Sect Commander took out a knife, cut his wrist, and filled his palm with blood.

The deeply red blood seemed to tremble in his palm, as if it was being pulled by some mysterious entity.

"Walk."

The Demon Sect leader said in a low and majestic voice.

Then his burly body took the lead and jumped straight into the mass grave.

The others hesitated for a moment and could only follow behind him.

Jumping into the mass grave, looking around, all around were the corpses of mine repairmen who were on the verge of death of despair, and there was a sense of gloominess that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Fortunately, this mass grave itself was formed by the collapse of a huge mine, so there were still some mountain paths left among the corpses.

Everyone walked along the mountain road into the distance, as if they were walking among a dense sea of ​​corpses.

Mo Hua was always worried that these dead bodies would suddenly riot and engulf them.

But fortunately, these corpses are not like the zombies outside and do not move. They are really just corpses.

But as Mo Hua looked at it, he felt a little weird in his heart.

Logically speaking, after so many monks died tragically, there should be overwhelming anger and resentment.

These dead energy and resentment are intertwined, and over time, it is impossible for these corpses not to "transform".

But now these corpses are really piled together like this, with no trace of "mutation" at all...

Mo Hua frowned, looked at it carefully again, and suddenly his heart moved.

"These corpses... seem to have been drained?"

"Is there something taking away the death energy and resentment from these corpses?"

Mo Hua's eyes trembled slightly, then he silently retracted his gaze and continued to follow the crowd forward.

After walking for a while, Mo Hua suddenly raised his head and his pupils shrank.

In his spiritual vision, the sky in front of him was a little different. There were countless, fragmented...evil spirits floating in the sky?

No……

These evil spirits are in incomplete "human form", more like some wandering ghosts.

These ghosts are blocking the only way for everyone to pass.

At this moment, the old man in black robe also raised his palm and said: "Stop."

After everyone stopped, the old man in black robe frowned, and then looked at Second Master Hui, "Second Master Hui, the yin energy in front of you is a bit heavy."

Second Master Hui didn't dare to be careless. He took out a jade pendant, bit his finger and wiped the blood on the jade pendant. Then he saw the jade pendant shining with an eerie green light.

Second Master Hui looked solemn and said in a low voice:

"Something dirty."

Mo Hua felt a little enlightened.

"I see……"

None of them, including Master Hui, who was proficient in Maoshan Technique, and the senior second elder of the Demon Sect, could "see" these sneaky things with their own eyes, unlike him.

They can only vaguely feel the Yin Qi, and then use some magic weapons to predict it.

Mo Hua is actually not afraid of these ghosts.

But he was a little curious in his heart, whether people like Mr. Hui had any way to deal with these ghosts in front of him...

"I don't practice the 'ghost' way..."

The old man in black robe pondered for a moment, then looked at Master Hui, "There should be a way to dispel ghosts in Maoshan Taoism, right?"

Mr. Hui frowned: "Ghosts are different from zombies. They are intangible things that involve spiritual thoughts and Taoism. Even in Maoshan Taoism, if you are not a disciple with strong innate spiritual consciousness and the talent in this way, you will not be able to delve into it."

"This junior is stupid and cannot learn this kind of inheritance, but..." Second Master Hui sighed, "I fight upside down every day, but I have learned some simple avoidance techniques for going to the tomb, but it is hard to say whether they are effective. "

"No problem," the old man in black robe said, "Second Master Hui, feel free to give it a try."

Second Master Hui said: "This method is called 'Lighting the Lamp'."

"Human lamp?"

Second Master Hui nodded, "Normally when we go to the tomb, if we feel something strange is happening in the tomb and there are ghosts breeding there, we will capture one or two living people as backup, and use their spiritual consciousness to light lamps and explore the way for us."

The old man in black robe looked at the ink painting, then at Shen Qingsheng, and asked: "What kind of living person is good?"

Second Master Hui said: "You are not old, your blood is clean, your mind is pure, you are talented, you have abundant knowledge, it is best that you have learned some formations..."

"Sneaky likes this type of people's spiritual consciousness the most."

Mo Hua was stunned, a little speechless.

Xin Dao, you can just call my name, and describe so many things...

Believe it or not, they first brought me in just to light a "human lamp".

Sure enough, the old man in black robe looked at Mo Hua, nodded slightly, and then reached out to grab Shen Qingsheng who was standing beside him:

"Use him to light the lamp."

Second Master Hui was not surprised and simply said: "Okay."

Shen Qingsheng looked horrified.

It’s not...what you describe is not me either...

Second Master Hui took out a golden hoop that looked like a lamp.

Shen Qingsheng screamed: "Stop! Do you know who my father is? You can't do this to me! You..."

Second Master Hui had already strangled his throat and whispered: "If you dare to scream again, I will kill you."

Shen Qingsheng's face was angry, but in the end he was discouraged and did not dare to resist.

Second Master Hui put the golden hoop on Shen Qingsheng's forehead.

The golden hoop was closed and fastened tightly to Shen Qingsheng's Baihui and Shenting's several acupuncture points that communicated with the sea of ​​consciousness.

On top of the golden hoop, there is also a lamp.

Second Master Hui took out a white candle, inserted it into the lamp, and then lit it with a dim white fire.

As soon as the fire lit up, the dim light illuminated the way forward.

Shen Qingsheng looked confused, feeling neither pain nor discomfort.

But Mo Hua could see that his consciousness was drawn out by the golden hoop, burning together with the candle, and then scattered around like a cigarette.

Second Master Hui ordered Shen Qingsheng: "You, walk in front."

Shen Qingsheng cursed secretly, but he did not dare to disobey the order. He could only stare at the golden hoop lamp on his head, acting as a "human lamp" and walking in front.

As expected, the surrounding ghosts gathered around, sucking in the smoke of divine consciousness burned out by Shen Qingsheng's sea of ​​consciousness fire and the human lamp.

After the ghost smoked, he became extremely quiet and would not riot or attack other monks.

Everyone followed Shen Qingsheng and walked through the mountain path full of ghosts. They were completely free from evil spirits and were extremely safe.

Mo Hua secretly said that it was strange. He did not expect that there was such a weird method in the world.

But Shen Qingsheng was walking in front, and it was okay at first. He was full of consciousness and lit the lamp with his head, but he didn't feel the pain yet.

But as he lit it, he felt like he was being "sucked" in his head.

The consciousness was burned away bit by bit.

The burning pain also intensified little by little.

Only then did Shen Qingsheng realize the pain and fear, "What the hell is this..."

He reached out to take off the lamp, but Master Hui grabbed his arm.

"You brat, be honest, or I'll kill you." Second Master Hui said coldly.

He was not polite at all to Shen Qingsheng.

Deep down in his heart, Shen Qingsheng wished he could kill the eighteenth generation of Master Hui's ancestors, but at this time, he was controlled by others and had no power to resist. He could only rely on his own head, which was used as a "human lamp".

Everyone continued to move forward.

Shen Qingsheng's face became paler and paler, his consciousness became drier and drier, and his consciousness became more and more painful.

He was obviously not an formation master, but he still felt the pain of racking his brain and draining his mind.

Fortunately, after walking for a while, everyone walked out of the "ghost path".

The Yin Qi has faded, the ink paintings can be seen, and the ghosts have dispersed.

Only then did Second Master Hui take down Shen Qingsheng's lamp.

He didn't want to really kill Shen Qingsheng.

I don’t know what will happen next, and I need to keep a living person as a backup, even if I can continue to use it to light the lamp.

If Shen Qing lives or dies, then the lamps must be lit with ink paintings.

To use ink to light a lamp, to be honest, he was really reluctant to part with it.

After crossing the ghost road and being in the depths of the mass grave, the blood in the palm of the Demon Sect leader was trembling more and more violently.

It seemed that something in the same bloodline had resonated with each other.

For the first time, Mo Hua felt a hint of distinct emotion from the ferocious and majestic Demon Sect leader.

The Demon Sect leader, moving his huge body, continued to move forward.

After walking for a while, they came to an empty mountain.

On the surface, this mountain was ordinary, but the strange thing was that although they were in a mass grave, there was no corpse around this mountain.

It seemed that this was a clean land.

Or perhaps, it was a "holy land" that could not be violated.

The blood in the palm of the Demon Sect leader was restless. His voice was low and hoarse, suppressing a hint of excitement and said:

"It's here..."

Mo Hua's heart couldn't help but tighten.

He could feel that he seemed to be very close to something...

These things had a great cause and effect with him.

It even made him feel inexplicably excited from the bottom of his heart.

But what exactly was it, Mo Hua couldn't tell for a moment...

The leader of the Demon Sect, relying on the induction of the blood in his palm, walked around nearby, and then stopped on a blank mountain wall.

The mountain wall was wide and empty.

The dragon pattern lit up, and the evil power was possessed. With a dragon roar, the leader of the Demon Sect smashed the mountain wall completely with just one punch.

Stone chips fell one after another, and the smoke was filled.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, a huge and magnificent gate was revealed behind the mountain wall.

The exterior of this gate was also cast with bright yellow copper ore, inlaid with various jades, and engraved with exquisite reliefs, noble and gorgeous.

Behind the gate, there was a golden palace with flying pavilions and flowing lights, which was extremely dazzling.

This is a temple.

In the gloomy mass grave, seeing such a magnificent and golden temple, everyone felt a little shocked and strange for a while.

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

He always felt that this temple was full of familiarity.

"Familiar..."

Mo Hua looked around the temple, and then couldn't help but set his eyes on the jewel-studded, luxurious gate.

There was a relief carved on the gate.

The relief seemed to depict a golden god.

This god held a mountain halberd, wore a chainmail gold armor, had a narrow face, a majestic gaze, and a cold expression, revealing a domineering aura.

Mo Hua stared at him for a long time, and slowly opened his mouth.

This face...

Is this... Huang Shanjun? !

In the depths of Gushan, the corpse was like the bottom of the coffin, in the mass grave, this magnificent golden palace was actually... Huang Shanjun's temple? !