Chapter 957 Lighting the lamp (Thank you, the leader of the book friend 201812…)


    The ink painting fell into the tomb pit.


    It was like falling into a dark and suffocating ocean, with deeper darkness and cold corpse stinking around it.


    I don’t know how long it took to fall, but my feet finally touched the ground.


    The water light flashed in the soles of his feet, and the force of falling was reduced by using the passing water steps. Mo Hua slowly stood up.


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


    Master Hui Er and a few black-robed demon cultivators gathered together again, led by the old man in black-robed robe, and continued to move forward.


    The surroundings were pitch black, and I couldn''t see my five fingers, and my vision was worse than above.


    Ink painting can only activate spiritual power, cover your eyes, and turn on "night vision".


    This is a basic small magic for practice, which most monks use to see things at night.


    But because of the operative spiritual power, it will cause fluctuations and attract the attention of other people or monsters, experienced monks will not use night vision if they have a little night vision in dangerous situations.


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


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


    Therefore, not only ink painting, everyone has enabled night vision.


    A faint layer of spiritual power enveloped the eyes, identifying the surrounding scenes, so that everyone could follow the road and walk forward little by little.


    But the more I walked, the more strange the ink painting felt.


    The surrounding scenes are even more deserted and deserted than the cemetery above.


    Moreover, there was gravel under the feet, the walls were wet and rugged, and there was not even a corridor. It looked more like a desolate mountain pit, not like a built cemetery.


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


    "careful."


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


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


    The sound of footsteps is not underground, but above the head.


    It seemed as if something was approaching them.


    Everyone took out their spiritual weapons and magic weapons, circulated their spiritual power and blood, and were on guard secretly.


    A moment later, a fishy storm suddenly erupted in the darkness, and a cold light lit up.


    This cold light, from top to bottom, was grabbed by the bear demon cultivator, twisted his hands and feet, tore his body, and then fell to the ground.


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


    Mo Hua then looked closely and found that the person who attacked everyone was not a corpse, but a monster.


    The monster has scales and sharp teeth and claws all over the monster. It looks like a mountain-piercing monster, but its sharp head has facial features that look like a human face, which looks a bit creepy.


    "What''s this..."


    "What did the demonic face eat to look like this?"


    Everyone frowned.


    Fortunately, this mountain-piercing demon is strange, but it is only a first-level third-grade.


    The third-grade cemetery monster is definitely a big trouble for Mo Hua, and it is also extremely difficult for the second master of Hui.


    But for the three of the people, the commander of the Demon Sect in the late stage of the Jindan period, the Xiong Ju Demon Cultivator, and the old man in the black robe, the threat is not great.


    Ink painting is secretly grateful.


    There are many crises in this Gushan tomb. If these great demon cultivators were not here, I would not have been able to get here.


    "Stay going."


    The old man in black robe said in a deep voice, and then walked forward.


    Mr. Hui was confused, and after walking for a while, he frowned and whispered: "It doesn''t look like a tomb here at all..."


    Master Hui Er frowned, feeling indescribable.


    After walking for a while, I suddenly realized that a huge mine appeared in front of me, so big that I couldn''t see the edge clearly.


    Everyone''s hearts were slightly sank, and they slowly walked to the edge of the mine, with their eyes falling.


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


    Master Hui Er was shocked and lost his color. Even the magic cultivators, including the old man in black, had their pupils slightly shrank and they couldn''t help but take a breath.


    The mine in front of me is abandoned and collapsed.


    Not only can you see the edge when you look around, but when you look down, you can''t see the bottom, and it''s full of corpses!


    Just like the sea made of corpses.


    Some of these corpses were rotten, some were dried, some were buried in ore, and some seemed to be gnawed by monsters at the bottom of the mountain. They were so broken, just like garbage, stacked together.


    There are also people who seem to be struggling before their death.


    These people were dressed in rags, almost without exception, all of them were mine repairmen. At first glance, I don’t know how many of them were.


    They are calling for help, angry, and despair.


    As a tomb robber, I must have had blood on my hands.


    As a demon cultivator, he killed countless people.


    But even so, seeing the scene in front of you and seeing so many corpses stacked together, even the few murderous demon cultivators in the field were a little stunned and lost their minds.


    This kind of death is simple and cruel.


    "Is this... a mine disaster?" Mr. Hui said in a hoarse voice.


    "This must be, what a mine disaster..." Shi Tou was also a little unbelievable.


    The pupils of ink painting tremble slightly and the face is as heavy as water.


    There is no record of this huge mine accident in the Shen family''s classics, including the documents of Daotingsi.


    Not a single one.


    There was no trace in the jade slips inside the Shen family that Chen Xiuyan secretly gave him.


    The Shen family would never be unaware of the mining accident that was so serious.


    They deliberately concealed it.


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


    Because their parents and ancestors all died in this mine.


    The children they left behind were not raised and naturally became orphans.


    Orphans have a hard time making a living and have nowhere to practice. Even when they grow up, they are easily killed in the cruel world of cultivation. Their next generation of children become orphans again... ??Generations after generation, the Gushan City has really become "Old" Mountain City.


    But this matter is probably not that simple... Mo Hua turned his head silently and looked at Chen Qingsheng beside him.


    Chen Qingsheng was knocked unconscious by the Bear Fallen Demon Cultivator and was carried all the way by the stone. At this time, he was stimulated by the yin energy and saw countless corpses in front of him, with dilated pupils and pale face.


    Mr. Xuan also looked at him and exclaimed:


    ?


    Mr. Xuan sneered, "No matter whether it was done by your Shen family or not, once this matter is exposed, there is a mass pit buried under your Shen family''s mine. Daoting investigates it again, and you are afraid you will not be able to take it away."


    Chen Qingsheng''s face was bloodless for a moment, "No, these lowly mud legs will die if they die. What does it have to do with my Shen family..."


    Mo Hua''s eyes were slightly cold.


    Mr. Xuan shook his head, but he didn''t care what Chen Qingsheng said.


    The same is true for the old men in black robe.


    They have more important things to do.


    "Things are in this crowded pit..." The old man in black robe seemed to be sure of something, turned around and looked at Mo Hua, "Little brother, can you lead the way?"


    Mo Hua was stunned and asked, "What?"


    "The real tomb."


    Mo Hua thought about it and shook his head, "Senior, there are corpses everywhere in this mass pit, and there are few traces of the formation. I am afraid I can''t find a way out..."


    He was telling the truth.


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


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


    Not to mention, this corpse is like grass, far away from the edge, and in the bottomless pit, there is no direction at all.


    The old man in black robe looked at Master Hui Er again.


    Mr. Hui looked embarrassed and shook his head, saying: "This mass grave is at most a ''mass grave'', not a formal tomb. There is no rules to follow, and I have no choice."


    The old man in black robe glanced at Mr. Hui deeply, confirmed that he did not lie, frowned slightly, then turned his head and said to the leader of the Demon Sect: "Can you sense it?"


    The sensing?


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


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


    The deep red blood seemed to tremble between his palms, as if he was being pulled by some existence in the dark.


    "Let''s go." The leader of the Demon Sect said in a low voice and majestic manner.


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


    The others hesitated for a moment, but they could only follow him.


    Jing into a mass grave, looking around, there were corpses of mine repairmen who were on the verge of despair, and there was a gloomy feeling that penetrated into the bone marrow.


    Fortunately, this mass pit itself is also a huge mine collapse, so there are still some mountain roads between the bodies.


    Everyone walked along the mountain road to the distance, as if they were walking between a dense sea of ??corpses.


    Mo Hua always worried that these dead bodies would suddenly riot and swallow them up.


    But fortunately, these corpses do not look like corpses outside, and they will not move, but are really just corpses. But as Mo Hua looked at it, she felt a little strange in her heart.


    Logically speaking, if so many monks die tragically, they should have a huge amount of death and resentment.


    These dead and resentment are intertwined, and over the years, it is impossible for these corpses to "turn into a corpse".


    But these corpses are piled up like this, with no trace of "change" at all... Mo Hua frowned, looked carefully again, and suddenly felt aroused in her heart.


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


    "What''s the death and resentment of these corpses?"


    "Mo Hua''s eyes trembled slightly, she silently withdrew her gaze and continued to follow everyone forward.


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


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


    No…


    These evil spirits are incomplete "human shapes" and are more like some free ghosts.


    These ghosts are blocking the necessary path in front of everyone.


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


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


    Mr. Hui Er dared not be careless. He took out a jade pendant, bit his fingers, and rubbed the blood on the jade pendant. Then he saw a gloomy green light on the jade pendant.


    Master Hui Er looked solemn and whispered:


    “Something is unclean.”


    Mo Hua felt a little surprised.


    "I see…"


    These people, Mr. Hui, who is proficient in Maoshan Technique, and this senior second elder of the Demon Sect, are not like themselves, who can "see" these sneakers with their own eyes.


    They could only vaguely feel the yin energy and then use some magic tools to predict it.


    These ghosts are not afraid of ink paintings.


    But he was a little curious, is there any way for those who are like Mr. Hui to solve these ghosts in front of him...


    “I don’t practice the ''ghost’ path…”


    The old man in black robe pondered for a moment and looked at Master Hui Er, "In Maoshan Taoism, there should be a method to eliminate Yin ghosts, right?"


    Mr. Hui frowned: "Ghosts are different from zombies. They are invisible things that involve divine thoughts and Taoism. Even in the Maoshan Taoist dynasty, if they are not disciples with powerful innate spiritual consciousness and have the talent in this way, they will not be able to study it."


    "The younger generation is dull and cannot learn this kind of inheritance, but..." Mr. Hui sighed, "I fight back every day, but I have learned some simple ways to avoid it. But whether it works."


    "It''s okay," said the old man in black, "Just Master Hui just give it a try."


    Master Hui Er said, "This Dharma is called ''Lighting the Man''s Lamp''."


    "Man''s lamp?"


    Mr. Hui nodded, "Often when we go to the tomb, if we feel something is strange in the tomb and there are ghosts growing, we will catch one or two living people to spare, use their spiritual sense to light the lamp to explore the way for us."


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


    Mr. Hui Er said, "I am not old, I am clean, pure in my mind, talented and knowledgeable. It is best to learn some formations..."


    "The spiritual sense of this type of person is the most popular."


    Mo Hua was stunned, speechless.


    I thought to myself that you can just click my name, and I have described so many things...


    It turns out that when they first caught themselves, they were preparing to light a "human lamp".


    The old man in black robe really looked at Mo Hua, nodded slightly, and then reached out to grab Shen Qingsheng next to him:


    "Use him to light the light."


    Mr. Hui Er was not surprised and simply said, "Okay."


    Shen Qingsheng looked frightened.


    No...you are not me...


    Master Hui Er took out a golden hoop like a lamp.


    Shen Qingsheng screamed, "Stop! Do you know who my father is? You can''t treat me like this! You..."


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


    Shen Qingsheng''s face was angry, but he was so angry that he did not dare to resist.


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


    The golden hoop is closed and tightly clasped on the acupoints of Shen Qingsheng Baihui, and the Shenting, which are communicating with the sea of ??consciousness.


    There is also a lamp above the golden hoop.


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


    As soon as the fire lights illuminate the way forward.


    Shen Qingsheng looked confused, neither feeling pain nor feeling uncomfortable.


    In the ink painting, he could see that his spiritual consciousness was drawn out by the golden hoop, burned with the candle, and then scattered around like a cigarette.


    Mr. Hui ordered Shen Qingsheng and said, "You, walk ahead."


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


    The ghosts around him gathered up and sucked the smoke of spiritual consciousness burned by Shen Qingsheng''s sea of ??consciousness and borrowed the lamp of the human being.


    After the ghost smoked, it became extremely quiet, without rioting, nor attacking other monks.


    Everyone followed Shen Qingsheng and walked through the mountain road full of ghosts. There was no evil spirit at all, which was extremely safe.


    Mo Hua secretly claimed to be strange, but he didn''t expect that there was such a strange method in the world.


    Shen Qingsheng walked in front, and it was fine at first. He had a lot of spiritual consciousness and lit the human lamp with his head, but he didn''t know it hurt.


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


    The spiritual consciousness was burned dry little by little.


    The burning pain is also aggravating little by little.


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


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


    "You little brat, be honest, otherwise you will be killed." Mr. Hui said coldly.


    He was not polite to Shen Qingsheng.


    Chen Qingsheng was in his heart, wishing he could kill the eighteen generations of the ancestors of the Second Master Hui, but at this time he was controlled by others, and he had no power to resist, so he could only light up his head as a "human lamp".


    Everyone continued to move forward.


    Chen Qingsheng''s face became paler, his spiritual consciousness became dryer, and his sea of ??consciousness became more and more painful.


    He was obviously not a formation master, but he also experienced the pain of being racked and his mind was exhausted.


    Fortunately, after leaving for a moment, everyone walked out of the "ghost path".


    The yin energy fades, and the ink paintings can be seen, and the ghosts have dispersed.


    Only then did Master Hui take off the lamp of Chen Qingsheng.


    He didn''t want to really kill Chen Qingsheng.


    Next, I don’t know what I encounter, so I need to leave a living person for later use, even if it continues to be used to light the lights.


    Chen Qing is alive and dead, so he has to use ink painting to light the lamp.


    He used ink painting to light the lamp. To be honest, he was really reluctant to let it go.


    Crossing the ghost path and in the depths of the crowded pit, the blood in the hands of the Demon Sect trembled even more violently.


    It seems that something in the same bloodline is already resonating with each other.


    For the first time, Mo Hua felt a clear feeling in this demon sect leader with a ferocious and majestic face.


    The leader of the Demon Sect moved his huge body and continued to move forward.


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


    From the surface, this mountain is ordinary, but strangely, although it is clearly in a mass grave, there is no body around this mountain.


    It seems that this place is a clean land.


    Or, it is some "holy land" that cannot be violated.


    The blood in the hands of the Demon Sect leader was restlessly restless. His voice was low and hoarse, and he suppressed a hint of excitement and said: "It''s here..." Mo Hua couldn''t help but feel nervous.


    He could feel that he seemed to be very close to something... These things had great cause and effect with him.


    Even he felt an inexplicable excitement from the bottom of his heart.


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


    The leader of the Demon Sect walked around the neighborhood with the sensing of the bloodline between his palms, and then stopped on a blank mountain wall.


    The mountain walls are wide and empty.


    As soon as the dragon pattern lit up, evil power possessed it. With a dragon roar, the leader of the Demon Sect completely smashed the mountain wall with just one punch.


    Stone chips fell one after another, and gunpowder smoke filled.


    After the smoke and dust dissipate, a huge and grand gate appeared behind the mountain wall.


    The appearance of this gate is also made of bright chalcopyrite, inlaid with various jades and carved with exquisite reliefs, noble and gorgeous.


    Behind the gate, the flying pavilion is flying with elixir, and it is a golden palace, extremely dazzling.


    This is a temple.


    In the gloomy massacre, when everyone saw such a magnificent and golden temple, they felt a little shocked and strange.


    But Mo Hua frowned slightly.


    He always felt that this temple revealed a familiar feeling everywhere.


    "Familiar..."


    Mo Hua looked around the outer part of the temple, and then couldn''t help but look at the gate with gems and luxurious.


    Above the gate, reliefs are carved.


    The relief depicts a golden god.


    The **** holding a mountain halberd in his hand, wearing a lock golden armor, a narrow face, majestic eyes, and a cold expression revealing a look of disdain.


    Mo Hua stared at Him for a long time and slowly opened her mouth wide.


    This face...


    This is... Huangshanjun? !


    Deep in the lonely mountain, the corpse is like the bottom of a coffin, and in the pit of a crowd, this palace of the rich Golden Emperor is actually... Huangshanjun''s temple? !


    (This chapter ends)