Chapter 957: Lighting the candle (Thank you to the leader of book friend 201812...)

Mo Hua fell into the grave.
It was like falling into a dark and suffocating ocean, surrounded by deeper darkness and the cold corpse odor.
I don’t know how long I had been falling, but my feet finally touched the ground.
There was a flash of water on the soles of his feet, and he used the passing water step to reduce the force of his fall, and Mo Hua slowly stood up.
People jumped down one after another, and after a while, everyone was there.
Second Master 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, I couldn't see my fingers, and my field of vision was even worse than above.
Mo Huas can only use spiritual power to cover the eyes and activate 'night vision'.
This is a basic spiritual practice skill that most cultivators know, and is used to see things at night.
However, because the movement of spiritual power will produce fluctuations that attract the attention of other people or monsters, experienced cultivators will not use night vision in dangerous situations as long as they have some night vision.
The problem is that there is really no vision at all in this tomb.
In a place like this, one cannot fully trust the perception of spiritual consciousness.
Therefore, not only Mo Hua, but everyone has enabled night vision.
A faint layer of spiritual power enveloped the eyes, allowing everyone to discern the surrounding scenes. Only then could everyone follow the road and move forward little by little.
But the further he walked, the stranger Mo Hua felt.
The surrounding scene was even more deserted and desolate than the cemetery above.
Moreover, the feet are full of gravel, the walls and rocks are damp and rugged, and there is no corridor. It is more like a desolate pit than a built cemetery.
After walking for a while, the old man in black robe suddenly said:
'careful.'
Mo Hua sensed something and stopped, sneaking closer to the crowd.
In the darkness, there were wet footsteps.
The sound of footsteps was not underground, but above the head.
It seemed like something was approaching them.
Everyone took out their spiritual weapons and magic weapons, activated their spiritual power and blood energy, and were secretly on guard.
But for a moment, a fishy wind suddenly rose in the darkness, and a cold light lit up.
This cold light came from top to bottom. Before it could bite the human body, it was grabbed by the bear demon cultivator, smashed 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.
Only then did Mo Hua take a closer look and found that the one who attacked everyone was not a zombie, but a monster.
This monster beast is covered in scales and has sharp teeth and claws. It looks like a mountain monster, but the facial features on its pointed head actually resemble a human face, which makes it look a bit scary.
'What the hell is this...'
'With a demon body and a human face, what did you eat to become like this?'
Everyone frowned.
Fortunately, although this mountain demon is weird, it is only the beginning of the third level.
The third-level elementary-level cemetery monster will definitely be a big trouble for Mo Hua, and it will also be extremely troublesome for Hui Erye and the two of them.
But for the three people in the crowd, the leader of the Demon Sect in the late Golden Core stage, the demon cultivator Xiong Zhu, and the old man in black robe, the threat was not great.
Mo Hua secretly rejoiced.
There are many dangers in this Gushan tomb. Without these great demon cultivators, I really wouldn't be able to get here.
'Keep walking.'
The old man in black robe said in a deep voice, and then stepped forward.
Second Master Hui was doubtful. After walking for a while, he frowned and whispered: 'It doesn't look like a tomb at all...'
Second Master Hui frowned, feeling an indescribable feeling.
After walking like this for a while, a mine suddenly opened up in front of them, and a very huge mine shaft appeared, so big that the edge could not be seen clearly.
Everyone's hearts sank slightly, and they slowly walked to the edge of the mine, their eyes falling.
In the dark night, some blurry scenes in the wide mine gradually became clear through night vision.
Second Master Hui was shocked and turned pale for a moment. Even the demon cultivators, including the old man in black robes, had their pupils narrowed and couldn't help but take a breath.
The mine in front of me is abandoned and collapsed.
Not only can you look around, you can't see the edge, but when you look down, you can see that it's bottomless and full of corpses!
It's like a sea of corpses.
Some of these corpses were rotten, some were dried, some were buried in ore, and some seemed to have been eaten by monsters at the bottom of the mountain. They were so dilapidated that they were piled together like garbage.
There are also people who seem to be struggling before death.
These people, all dressed in rags, almost without exception, are mine repairmen. At a glance, you can tell how many there are.
They are crying for help, angry and desperate.
As a tomb robber, he must have had blood on his hands.
As a demon cultivator, he has killed countless people.
But even so, seeing the scene in front of them, seeing so many corpses piled up together, even the few murderous demon cultivators in the scene were a little stunned.
This kind of death is unpretentious and cruel.
'Is this... a mining accident?' Mr. Hui said in a hoarse, trembling voice.
'This is such a big mining disaster...' Shitou was also a little unbelievable.
Mo Hua's pupils trembled slightly, his face sinking like water.
There is no record of this huge mining disaster in the Shen family's classics, including Daotingsi's documents.
Not even a little bit.
Including the jade slips inside the Shen family that Shen Xiuyan secretly gave him, there was no trace at all.
There is no way that the Shen family was unaware of such a serious mining disaster.
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 the stone. 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.
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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, I'm afraid you will be in trouble if the Taoist government investigates again.' 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 while and shook his head, 'Old senior, there are corpses everywhere in this mass grave, and there are very few traces of formations. 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 also 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, the bodies of mine repairmen on the verge of death were all around, 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 cultivators 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 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 Mr. 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, there is no way 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 grave, but it is hard to say whether they are effective. '
'It doesn't matter,' 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, we will capture one or two living people as backup, and use their spiritual consciousness to light lamps and explore the way for us.'
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The old man in black robe looked at Mo Hua, 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 kind 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 the 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 cultivators.
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.
Shen Qingsheng was walking in front, and it was okay at first. He was full of consciousness and lit the lantern 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, Mo Huas 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 I will encounter 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 Mo Huas.
To use ink to light a lamp, to be honest, he was really reluctant to part with it.
After crossing the ghost path and being in the depths of a mass grave, the blood in the hands of the Demon Sect leader trembled more and more violently.
It seems that things of the same bloodline are already resonating with each other.
For the first time, Mo Hua felt a clear emotion in the leader of the Demon Sect 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 area.
On the surface, this mountainous area looks ordinary, but the strange thing is that despite being in a mass grave, there is not a single body around this mountainous area.
It seems like this place is a pure land.
Or maybe it's a 'holy place' that is inviolable.
The blood in the hands of the Demon Sect leader was stirring restlessly. His voice was low and hoarse, suppressing a hint of excitement as he said:
'That's it...'
Mo Hua couldn't help but feel nervous.
He could feel that he was very close to something...
These things have a great cause and effect with themselves.
It even made him feel a little inexplicable excitement from the bottom of his heart.
But what it is, Mo Hua couldn't tell for a while...
The leader of the Demon Sect, relying on the feeling of blood in his palms, walked around the area and then stopped on a blank mountain wall.
The mountain wall is wide and empty.
As soon as the dragon pattern lit up, the evil force possessed him, and with a dragon roar, the Demon Sect leader completely shattered the mountain wall with just one punch.
Stone chips fell one after another, and gunpowder smoke filled the air.
When the smoke and dust dissipated, a huge and majestic gate was revealed behind the mountain wall.
The exterior of this gate is also made of chalcopyrite, inlaid with various jade stones, and engraved with exquisite reliefs, which is noble and gorgeous.
Behind the gate, Feige Xiangdan, overflowing with light, is a golden palace, extremely dazzling.
This is a temple.
Seeing such a magnificent and golden temple in a gloomy mass grave, everyone felt a little shocked and weird for a moment.
Mo Hua frowned slightly.
He always felt that this temple had a familiar feeling everywhere.
'familiar……'
Mo Hua looked around the outside of the temple, and then couldn't help but cast his gaze on the magnificent door inlaid with gems.
There are reliefs carved on the gate.
What the relief depicts seems to be a golden god.
This god holds a mountain halberd and wears chain-locked gold armor. He has a long and narrow face, a majestic gaze, and a cold expression that reveals a scornful aura.
Mo Hua stared at him for a long time and slowly opened his mouth.
This face...
This is... Huangshanjun? !
Deep in the lonely mountain, at the bottom of the corpse coffin, in the mass grave, this magnificent palace of the Golden Emperor turned out to be... the temple of Huangshan Lord? !
(End of chapter)

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