White Bone Monkey King

Jin An looked at the old Taoist priest dumbfounded again.

"Old Dao, we are on someone else's territory now."

"You are not worried at all that there are ears in the coffin. If the Lord Teng in the coffin hears you burying him like this, when we find the body of the Lord Teng later, what if he doesn't pinch anyone but pinches you specifically? Where’s the neck?”

Jin An's words immediately caused everyone to burst into laughter.

But this is an ancient tomb. After everyone laughed, they immediately stopped and continued to keep the team silently advancing in the dark of the cave.

Don't even say it.

Jin An's words had an effect, causing the old Taoist priest to shrink his neck subconsciously.

Jin An smiled and looked at the old Taoist priest who was now known to be timid, and said with a smile: "Old Taoist, you just won't shed tears until you see the coffin. Now you know you are afraid."

Who knows.

The old Taoist priest touched the back of his neck, looked back suspiciously to see where the glass bottle came from, then looked up at the dark mountain wall above his head, and said suspiciously to Jin An: "No, little brother, I just said I felt like there was something strange in this tomb, as if there were eyes staring at Lao Dao, but when I turned around to look at Lao Dao, the gaze disappeared again."

among those present.

No one is ordinary.

In addition, this is an ancient imperial mausoleum.

The old Taoist priest's words immediately aroused everyone's alarm.

But everyone checked carefully and found nothing unusual. The cave was surrounded by darkness, and the only light source, except for the glass bottles behind them, was the torch in their hands.

In addition to the abandoned mausoleum that was only half built in this cave.

Not to mention the most common coffins in tombs.

Not even a corpse was seen.

"Old Taoist, could it be the psychological effect of you thinking too much in the dark?" Jin An frowned.

This... to be honest, having just experienced the incident of having a magnet take a photo and make a sound, the old Taoist priest was really not sure whether it was a psychological effect.

"Sharpening the sword, did you notice anything?" Jin An asked Xiang Yi, who was sharpening the sword dully.

Chi Jian shook his head numbly.

No words were spoken.

"This cave is indeed a little weird. Now we are getting closer and closer to the main tomb where the body of Lord Teng is buried. Everyone, please come closer and don't be left alone at this juncture."

Jin An said thoughtfully.

Then he reminded the old Taoist priest: "Old Taoist, there is a god three feet above your head. You should try to say as few words as possible on the next road. No one knows what the situation of the leader of Teng Kingdom is now. It is hanging above our heads and watching us outsiders descending into the tomb."

Old Taoist priest: "?"

After listening to Jin An's words, the old Taoist priest suddenly felt a pain in his teeth. Why did the little brother's words sound so shabby? The back of his neck, which was already feeling cold, felt even colder now.

Next.

The team began to continue on the road.

After walking for a while, I encountered several more glass bottles along the way. They were all abandoned before they were completed and could not be lit.

"Every glass bottle that is a rare treasure outside is a priceless treasure. It's a pity that there are so many semi-finished glass bottles here." The old Taoist priest said with regret all the way.

Jin An glanced at the old Taoist priest and said, do you have any ideas about the antiques in these tombs?

The old Taoist rolled his eyes at Jin An and replied, little brother, you can pull him down. Money is precious. If you want to be free, you can throw away everything. Old Taoist, I haven't had enough free and unrestrained days, and I don't want to spend the rest of my life in prison. spent.

The old Taoist priest patted his chest again and said loudly that all the four seas are king soil! Even if the antiques in this ancient tomb are dug up accidentally, they must be handed over to the court.

The old Taoist priest's nonsense can only be used to fool people. Everyone present did not know that the old Taoist priest deliberately said these words to the captain. This is called full of desire for survival.

After all, no matter what, in the eyes of civilians like them, the captain can be regarded as a "court eagle dog".

Of course, Jin An didn't mean to belittle the captain.

After walking for a while, Jin An and the others unexpectedly found a completed glass bottle again. There was wax oil and a wick in the glass bottle.

puff.

The flames shot up, once again illuminating a large area nearby, and also once again illuminating the mountain wall above their heads.

This time they saw the murals on the mountain wall again.

There are no people on the mural this time, only dragons. This is a very large picture of hundreds of dragons, with hundreds of dragons soaring in the clouds and mist, soaring and intertwined together.

"This picture of a hundred dragons is really interesting. Is this a concubine at the Bailong Jiao (gòu)?" Jin An looked at it very carefully.

"Why did the mural that had been depicting the life of the Lord of Teng suddenly turn into a picture of a hundred dragons? Is this couplet with a hundred dragons meant to symbolize the daily life of the Lord of Teng in reproducing his offspring?"

Old Taoist priest: "!"

Everyone:"!"

Little brother, something is wrong with you!

However, this time the mural was cut off again before they could finish it. They walked to the edge of the illuminated glass bottle. The Kongming monk from Bailong Temple boldly went to the next glass bottle to light the fire. .

As a result, the glass bottle was a semi-finished product.

Then replace it with a glass bottle, which is still a semi-finished product.

"Abbot, Captain, no, the next glass bottles will all become semi-finished products. There is no wax oil or wick in the glass bottles." Monk Kongming came back.

After Monk Kongming rejoined the team, everyone was ready to go on the road again. However, just when they were about to walk out of the lighting range of the glass bottle, the sharp-eyed mourner pointed at the mountain wall and said in surprise: "There are words here!"

Everyone was surprised when they heard it.

Hurry and gather around.

Sure enough, I saw a line of writing on the mountain wall.

"Pitcher?"

Everyone whispered the three characters on the mountain wall, but they immediately realized that the characters looked familiar.

Isn't this the same handwriting that reminded them of Zhu Yin's fetus in the underground palace before?

"Pi Congzi, what do you mean?"

As a result, after asking around, everyone shook their heads after asking three questions.

No one has ever heard of a pimp.

"Could it be just like the literal meaning? The skin is used to refer to the murals on the mountain wall. The reason why the paints have not fallen off or been damaged for so many years is not because of the special paint, nor is it because the environment here is dry. Suitable for preserving murals, but these murals are all painted with leather?”

Monk Hongzhao from Bailong Temple guessed.

"Painting with skin? There are many legends about the painting of ladies killing people among the people. It is said that a few dynasties ago, there was a legend in the palace that a lady walked out of the painting and tried to assassinate the emperor. The painting of ladies was peeling The next lady is a woman who uses human skin to paint, so she can paint the lady lifelike, and it is collected as a treasure in the palace."

"But isn't the real dragon a divine beast in ancient mythology? Could it be that the picture of hundreds of dragons on this mural is really the Lord of Teng Kingdom learning from the ancient ferocious beasts to hunt hundreds of dragons in the nine heavens, and then peeling off the skins of the hundreds of dragons, and painting them to last for thousands of years and not rot for thousands of years? A crappy dragon mural?"

"But this obviously doesn't make sense. If the leader of the Teng Kingdom is really so powerful and can subdue the Nine Heavens Flying Dragon, he will not succumb to the lord of a small country. In the end, he can't even protect the national destiny of the small country and is destroyed by other vassal countries. ."

The monk Kongming of Bailong Temple looked at the abbot and then at the monk Hongzhao, the elder of Wudao, shook his head and expressed his thoughts.

The master of Luohan Hall is also a distinguished monk with both rough and fine skills.

Otherwise, he would not be able to take the position of the leader of Luohan Hall.

Listening to the conversation between the two eminent monks from Bailong Temple, everyone had expressions of surprise. They began to carefully observe the murals on the mountain wall again under the light of the glass bottles.

At the same time, they secretly increased their vigilance to be on guard against any tricks in these murals.

As for Jin'an, after listening to the conversation between the two eminent monks of Bailong Temple, he first thought of Mr. Yiyun from Painted Skin Man.

Thinking of this, Jin An frowned.

Could it be that the mausoleum of the Lord of Teng Kingdom thousands of years ago is still related to the art of painting?

But when I think about it carefully, I feel that there is no necessary connection between the two, because Mr. Yiyun cultivates the righteous and famous painting way of painting.

They are essentially different from the evil spirits and monsters in folklore.

Speaking of Young Master Yiyun, Jin An began to miss Changxian and Young Master Yiyun. Young Master Yiyun had been gone for almost half a year...

"Could it be the evil magic of Gui Huapi?"

Jin An stared at the mural and the line of reminders on the mural, and expressed his guess.

But Jin An's conjecture was immediately rejected.

As the saying goes, it is difficult to paint the bones of a person.

The ghost painting skin also needs to be peeled off the human skin.

If they didn't see these hundreds of dragons, but only saw the human-shaped murals in front, they might still be able to explain it with painted skins, but where did these hundreds of dragons' skins come from?

"Could it be that we misunderstood the meaning from the beginning? Although the word "Pi" left by our predecessors carries the word "Pi", it actually has no real relationship with "Pi"? Maybe the word "Pi" has other meanings?"

someone said.

Although this can be explained to some extent, this explanation is a bit too far-fetched. According to people's naming habits, they will never give an unrelated name for no reason.

"Although I don't know what Pitongzi is, I think we should try not to act rashly and touch these peaceful-looking murals." Jin An suggested with a frown.

"The mysterious man who keeps reminding us, since he only reminded us and did not destroy these murals, must have some concerns, asking him to just remind us instead of destroying these murals."

"Just like the candle-yin fetus we encountered in the underground palace. If we had acted rashly at that time, we would have been buried in the sea of ​​fire. Even if we didn't die in the end, we would still have to shed several layers of skin."

What Jin An said is exactly what everyone is worried about, which is why so many people here just quietly look at the murals instead of taking action as soon as they come up.

"Old lady, I support Jin Engong. The mysterious man who went to the tomb first, since he can see the clues in the tomb many times, must be a knowledgeable and experienced man. He saved us once, there is no need to do it again. In turn, it will harm us." The country goddess echoed Jin An's words and said.

Then the mourning brothers also stood up one after another and agreed with Jin An's words.

The whole team unanimously agreed with Jin An's proposal.

As long as these things on the mountain wall don't take the initiative to offend them, they try to avoid extraneous things to avoid unpredictable consequences.

Suddenly, Jin An noticed something strange about the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest who kept chattering along the way was surprisingly quiet at this time.

He just kept muttering "Pi Cong Zi Pi Cong Zi" in a low voice, and his face was almost wrinkled into an old orange peel face. He kept mumbling and thinking hard.

Jin An's brows moved and he asked the old Taoist priest if he had thought of something?

The old Taoist priest suddenly slapped his thigh and shouted: "Pi Congzi! Old Taoist, I finally remembered what this is! No wonder I always feel familiar to the old Taoist. I must have heard it somewhere. Isn't this Pi Chongzi Pi Qingzi!" In some places, it’s also called Huangpizi!”

Pi Qingzi!

He kept sharpening his sword motionlessly and looked thoughtfully at the murals on the mountain wall.

This small detail of sharpening the sword happened to be seen by Jin An. It seems that Sharpening the sword has also recognized what those painted murals are.

At this time, when the old Taoist priest looked at the murals on the mountain wall, he trembled. This time he was more honest and did not dare to comment on these colorful murals as he did before.

"You must have heard of tattoos, right? Tattooists use needles with ink to tattoo some sacrificial patterns or characters on people's skin. In the past or in some tribes in the grassland, tattoo totems were used in inter-tribal sacrifices. Later, ink punishment was invented to tattoo the faces of criminals and slaves. Although ink punishment has been abolished now, and there are some people in Kangding State out of personal preference, there are still a few people who really voluntarily tattoo themselves..."

"Of course, these are just minor digressions. We mainly talk about the origin of Pi Qingzi. Pi Qingzi is mainly pronounced in two words, one is skin and the other is green. Tattoos on human skin are It’s called Pi Qingzi, and the tattoo on the skin of a weasel, one of the Five Immortals in the North, is called Huang Pizi.”

"These painted murals are not real dragon skins, and the Lord of Teng Kingdom is not powerful enough to hunt real dragons. These are tattoo artists who first tattoo dragon patterns on the skin of living people, and wait for the living people's blood to circulate. After the tattoo is stabilized, the living person's skin is peeled off, and after antiseptic treatment, it is affixed to the mountain wall to form a complete mural. This way, it will not fade for thousands of years, and at the same time, the tomb owner will leave his name in history."

The old Taoist priest's expression became more solemn as he spoke.

At the same time, he couldn't help but scold the leader of the Teng Kingdom for being so cruel and inhumane. He actually used these sorcery skills to leave a name for himself throughout history, praising his bullshit achievements.

"Fortunately, Wuzhou Prefecture does not belong to the North. What we encountered was only Pi Qingzi, not Huang Pizi, one of the Five Immortals in the North. Huang Pizi is more evil than human skin floating on the head. To be called one of the Five Immortals, And using so many weasel skins for murals is like falling into Wong Tai Sin's nest and never coming back." The old Taoist priest said happily.

The mourner brother said in confusion: "Daozhang Chen, isn't the tattoo a tattoo, but these murals are all in color?"

The old Taoist priest shook his head and said: "Since there can be a Yin-thorn master among tattoo artists, it is not surprising that there are several tattoo masters who master special secret techniques. Everyone present is not an ordinary person. I must have heard of the Yin-thorn master. Is it a profession that is about to disappear? Whether it is Pi Qingzi or Pi Changzi, its approach is a bit similar to pricking yin to nourish evil. The murals all over the wall are equivalent to pricking yin to nourish evil. The mountains to the south and the water to the north are yang. , the mountains to the north and the water to the south are yin. If the mountain is yin, the humidity and coldness will be great. So many evil things are painted on the mountain wall with heavy yin energy. After thousands of years of nourishment by the yin house's burial energy, some transformations have probably occurred. "

"But fortunately, the construction of this mausoleum was stopped before it was completely built. These skins are probably not complete yet, so the journey was peaceful and will not affect us for the time being. But if we take the initiative to touch it, we don't know what will happen. Already..."

The old Taoist priest said happily.

Then he urged everyone to get on the road and get out of the range of these gangsters first.

It was always unsettling to be looked down upon by these gangsters from the darkness overhead.

After listening to the old Taoist priest's explanation, everyone finally understood the power of Pi Congzi.

The mourning brothers looked at the old Taoist priest with admiration.

The mourner: "Daozhang Chen, you know so clearly, but have you ever encountered these gangsters?"

The old Taoist priest glanced at the mourning brother.

"Old Taoist, I did encounter a skin-skinned child, but it was not a human-skinned child. It was a yellow-skinned child that Yu Fang encountered when he went to the North."