Netherworld Chapter 137 Yama (4)
After the continuous shaking before, the hall was much calmer this time. Although it was still shaking, it didn't feel like the sky was falling.
At first I thought the undertaker's plan had failed, but the Taoist priest didn't seem to think so.
He stood there quietly, neither moving nor speaking. His eyes were looking straight ahead, but not at the undertaker, but at a place above the hall.
Wei Qingcang, Shen Lao and Gamu would occasionally exchange a few words, which were mostly meaningless flattery.
Obviously, they were just killing time, and would not say much about the affairs of each family. It would be very difficult to expose the true colors of these old foxes.
After seeing Elder Shen appear, I was very curious whether the families that had previously helped the Imperial Cultivation Sect advance into the Central Plains were also involved.
For example, the Black General Man, who has the same origin as the Xiangxi Laosi, I still have a deep impression of the chief Zhaguyi, because the old Taoist once said that the Black General Man is a branch of ancient witchcraft, which uses magic to train the body, which is quite mysterious.
There are not many inheritances that this old Taoist can affirm, and they can be counted with one hand.
However, I dare not ask about such gossip, because this is not a newspaper office, but the palace of Yama in the underworld.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the Taoist's words about Yama gave me more questions to think about. Therefore, I didn't feel that time was passing slowly, but rather it felt a little fast.
If I had known this earlier, I would have used the Kongming Mantra to cultivate my Taoist power. Maybe I could still help me do something now.
After a long time, I was so tired that I sat on the ground for a while and fell asleep without realizing it. I also had a nightmare.
In the dream, the undertaker turned into a giant. He laughed strangely. He held me in one hand and lifted my chin with the other hand, shouting: Haha, cry for me, now you know how powerful I am!
I struggled desperately, and cleverly thought of using the Eight Ropeway Curse. But it was useless. I desperately called the old Taoist priest, and the undertaker laughed and pointed down. I looked down and saw the old Taoist priest with his back to me, motionless. No matter how I called him, he didn't turn around to look at me.
At that moment, I thought the Taoist priest was going to abandon me, and I suddenly felt very frightened and sad.
Finally, the undertaker stomped his foot, and the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.
He opened his eyes with a startled cry, only to find that it was not the sky collapsing, but the hall began to shake violently again.
This time, Wei Qingcang was not as calm as before, but his face was solemn. Elder Shen asked: What happened? Shouldn't it be smooth to open the gap? How could it be...
Wei Qingcang shook his head and said: I don’t know, but it shouldn’t be a problem.
As he spoke, he looked at the undertaker not far away.
Behind the table, the undertaker still stood still, and the ghost lights around him seemed to have grown a lot bigger. There was a faint black mist floating around the table, but it was not much, so it was easy for people to think that they were seeing things.
Judging from his appearance, there should be no problem. Wei Qingcang repeated it again, as if to confirm his words.
Elder Shen nodded and fell .
The shaking of the hall did not last long. After I got up from the ground, it was over in a few minutes.
I don't know how I fell asleep on the ground, but when I woke up, my whole body ached. The Taoist priest was still standing there, exactly the same as before I fell asleep, as if he hadn't moved at all.
After the hall stopped shaking, I rubbed my neck and asked subconsciously: I don’t know how long I slept.
More than ten hours have passed, Gamu answered me.
Huh? I was a little surprised to have slept for so long.
That's right. Gamu nodded and said with a smile: It seems that you are too tired.
I looked at him and said maybe, because I really didn't know how to answer him. This strong old man had left a good impression on me before. Although he framed Lao Dao, he had no grudge against me. Moreover, he had always been polite to me, so I really couldn't find a reason to make enemies with him.
However, I am in the same group with the Taoist priest, he has framed the Taoist priest, and now he is in the same group with the undertaker. There is always some distance between the two sides, which makes people feel very awkward.
What surprised me was that after more than ten hours, there was still not much change here.
Why does it take so long to open that lock?
After waking up, my stomach was growling with hunger. I took out a few buns from the Taoist's sleeve as usual and was about to eat them, but I found that Wei Qingcang and the others were looking at me.
I suddenly felt extremely embarrassed, so I took the bun away from my mouth and handed it to them: You guys eat too...
Actually, I really want to say, you are eating wool!
Wei Qingcang and the others all smiled and shook their heads, which made me even more embarrassed. But no matter how embarrassing it was, I had to fill my stomach, and I wasn't a pervert like them.
While eating the buns, looking around at the empty and deserted hall, I suddenly felt sad for no reason.
This is a kind of negative emotion that is hard to explain. I don’t know what caused it, but I just feel very wronged.
You say I am an ordinary person, but now I am eating cold buns in this broken temple without even drooling, just like the migrant workers more than ten years ago.
Why should I suffer this?
Suddenly, the hall began to shake again, and whistling sounds were heard from all directions.
Wei Qingcang showed a look of joy on his face: It’s about to begin!
Without asking, one would know that what Wei Qingcang meant by "it's about to begin" must be related to the undertaker's incarnation as Yama.
I stuffed the bun into my mouth with one hand and looked around nervously. Inside the hall, I could see three walls, and at this moment, black mist was coming out from the base of the walls.
The hall was already pitch black, but it was hard to imagine that the black fog could be seen by the naked eye.
The mist floated out from the corner of the wall, swaying and rushing upwards.
It is not quite right to say that it is upwards. In my opinion, the mist is more like trying to completely cover the entire interior of the hall. This reminds me of painting the walls during renovation. A new house needs to be painted. So is it the same for the revived underworld?
The speed at which the black mist was pouring out was not very fast. It would probably take quite some time for it to completely cover the interior of the hall. During this period, the hall continued to shake.
This kind of shaking is a bit like something rushing up from underground, causing pressure release.
Although it is not known whether the things released from underground are related to the fog, it is certain that when the undertaker turned into Yama, the Emperor of Heaven may have also been resurrected.
This makes me anxious, but I can't find a solution.
The old Taoist remained silent the whole time. His calmness was the most reassuring and yet the most disturbing thing.
There was also a lot of black air floating out from under the table, most of which poured into the table and disappeared, as if it was sucked into another world.
I was a little dazed when I saw the strange sight. Perhaps many days ago, no one would have thought that the stone platform with the fairy fruits and strange weapons was actually the biggest treasure.
Perhaps some people at that time thought that the ruler and the table must be useful, but they would never be more valuable than the fairy fruit.
However, everyone guessed wrong. The two things obtained by the undertaker might not be as valuable as the immortal fruit to others, but to him, they were even more useful than the immortal pills that could make one ascend to heaven in broad daylight.
The great strategy of the Corpse Clan for nearly a hundred years gradually revealed itself at this moment.
If you don’t make a sound, you will be nothing. But when you do, it will shock the world!
I touched the jade pendant on my chest, wondering if the ancestor two thousand years ago had predicted what would happen today? Did he only leave the secret scroll for the Five Classics?
It's hard to imagine that even the Corpse Burial Clan, who are not well versed in Yi Nu, can calculate to this extent. Can't my Eight Ropes Clan be better than them?
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt very confident.
The backup plan left by our ancestors must be more than just the old Taoist's five elements. But I can't guess what it is. Perhaps, this is just a reasonable excuse to make myself feel at ease.
Waiting is a torture, and it’s just my own torture, so I won’t go into details about the process.
In short, after a very, very long time, more than ten hours after I woke up for the second time, new changes finally occurred here.
The surroundings include the ceiling above. Well, the underworld should be considered the ceiling, right?
In any case, after these places were gradually covered with black air, they gradually began to become transparent.
This is a very magical thing. I watched the changes around me with amazement and curiosity.
Looking out through the transparent wall, the sky was still fiery red, as if it was burning.
And behind the undertaker, there was a figure.
This figure was so tall that it could support the sky and the ground. According to previous speculation about the surrounding environment, this figure was at least several thousand meters tall.
He was surrounded by a golden light, and the outer edge of the light was a little blurry, making it difficult to see the man's face and figure . The blurriness was as if the figure did not exist in our world, as illusory as a flower in a mirror.
It's a very strange feeling that cannot be described in words.
At this time, the old Taoist who had been facing that direction suddenly spoke, and I heard him muttering to himself: Is that... Qinling Tiandi?
This mumbling voice, combined with the old Taoist's words that the undertaker will become the King of Hell, is as shocking as it is.
That figure several thousand meters tall was the soon-to-be-resurrected Qinling Heavenly Emperor? How could this be possible...
