Netherworld Chapter 96: Three Pulse Plan (1)
They can't completely unite, they will definitely be scattered, your worries are unnecessary, Zhong Jiutian said.
Although he is an old man, he is just as domineering as the old Taoist priest when he speaks. Perhaps it is because the Zhong family is the main line of the Heavenly Corpse, so he looks a little domineering.
Elder Shen and Zaguyi did not interrupt. They just sat there quietly, as if waiting for the three veins to come up with a result. As for the old Taoist, he was even more like a piece of wood. If he hadn't kept his eyes open, I would have suspected that he was asleep.
What made me uncomfortable was that the head of the ghost-touching sect, Elder Shen, kept moving his mouth. He was chewing something and smiling at me.
That smile was neither sinister nor malicious, but it made me feel uncomfortable. In the spirit of respecting the old and loving the young, I gave up the idea of going over and poking their eyes out.
Up to now, the focus of the three veins’ debate is whether to take the remote mountain paths or to disperse along the main roads.
The roads are crowded, and practitioners rarely show their special abilities in public. Even when the old Taoist took me away, he took the train to leave the crowded places first.
But if you walk on the main road, you can't go in groups, after all, there are at least a thousand people in a group. If you form a team, people will wonder what you are doing. If you disperse, you will easily be attacked at night.
But taking the mountain road is like forcing your way into a dragon's den, which is not a good idea.
At this moment, a light bulb went off in my head and I suddenly thought of a question. I don't know if my brain was short-circuiting, but I asked: If someone wants to kill you... why don't you call the police?
As soon as I said this, the people who were discussing this heatedly, along with Zaguyi and some Tianshi Clan disciples who were serving tea and snacks, all looked at me. Looking at their expressions, they were no different from looking at idiots.
Although I vaguely felt that something was wrong, I just couldn't figure out why. Being stared at by these people, I suddenly felt my face getting hot.
You forgot that the Walking Corpse Vein once fed the Corpse King with hundreds of innocent people. The old Taoist priest suddenly spoke.
I looked at him in surprise, wondering why he suddenly brought this up. Now we are both under their noses. Although the Golden Wing Corpse and the Bronze Armor Corpse have not appeared, they must be not far away. If someone gets angry, it will be just the two of us... Comrades, I will tell you the story only after 18 years.
It's not entirely related to this. Yuwen Ying smiled, seemingly not caring about the Taoist's bluntness, and said: Since ancient times, whether in the East or the West, divine power and imperial power have always been contradictory, and one must always be at the top. Since the founding of the country decades ago, all gods and ghosts have been classified as superstitious and feudal, and have been strongly suppressed. Those of us who practice cultivation will be shot to death if we dare to show our heads.
Uh... I was stunned for a moment and asked: Why do we have to suppress you like this? If I can get your help...
We are practitioners, and we have power beyond the reach of ordinary people. Zhong Jiutian said: There is no place for a tiger under my bed, and those in power are just ordinary people.
I think I understand one thing. Although I don't agree with this kind of suppression, the people and officials have always had opposite ideas. It is normal that they make a different decision than I do.
They can believe it, but they dare not let everyone believe it. The old Taoist suddenly interrupted and said: If everyone knows that in addition to so-called science, there are gods and ghosts in the world, then power will become a fist. They will lose control, and the country they have worked so hard to build may be quickly destroyed. It is not uncommon for people who have learned Taoism to intend to usurp power in ancient times.
I nodded. For example, I had heard the story of Zhang Jiao, the Yellow Turban bandit. Five pecks of rice almost overthrew a dynasty.
As soon as I interrupted, the topic immediately went off track. The people from Sanmai also seemed to have lost interest in the discussion and just sat there thinking quietly.
I got goose bumps all over my body when I was looked at by Master Shen who was feeling my ghost's pulse. I couldn't help but ask him in a low voice: Why is that old man always looking at me? Is he a pedophile?
The old Taoist glanced at me, and the meaning in his eyes was self-evident. I quickly corrected him: But I am not a child, why do you think he keeps looking at me?
The old Taoist glanced at Elder Shen and said in a neither-too-loud nor-soft voice: The lineage of ghost-touching, as the name suggests, makes a living by catching ghosts. But they don't want to kill ghosts, but use ghosts to increase their strength, which is a kind of ghost cultivation. This lineage is all related to ghosts, and your eight ropes can reach the netherworld, and your bloodline is strange, so you have a lot of connections with this lineage in ancient times.
The Taoist's explanation made me even more surprised. Could it be that Mr. Shen was looking at me with a smile as a gesture of goodwill?
What the expert said is right. The ghost-touching lineage was indeed closely connected with the Eight Ropes in ancient times. Elder Shen suddenly spoke, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant to the ear: It's just that although there are many ghosts now, there are very few ghosts who can practice, so I don't need to bother you, the Eight Ropes lineage often. But I didn't expect that the Eight Ropes are so lonely now, with only one yellow-haired boy.
This statement seemed to be a slight against Ba Suo, but I had no way to refute it. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and suddenly I felt resentful towards my grandfather. Why didn't you tell me about Ba Suo's lineage earlier? If I had practiced for a few more years, I would have beaten old man Shen to a pulp.
The Ba Suo lineage has a plan that is perfect. Today's loneliness is for tomorrow's scorching sun. You, the Mo Gui lineage, live in the night and can't control your mouth. Sooner or later, you will be in big trouble. The old Taoist said.
Several people were stunned, looking at the old Taoist, then at me. Shen Lao laughed twice, his hoarse voice rubbing like sandpaper: I didn't expect that the Five Elements and the Eight Ropes are now connected again, haha, this is my fault. When people get old, their mouths can't be idle...
As Shen Lao said this, he casually grabbed something nearby, put it into his mouth, and started chewing. His appearance was as terrifying as it could be. I didn't even have the courage to look at him any longer.
Afterwards, Yuwen Ying led the discussion among the three leaders. This time, they came to a conclusion quickly. They would walk on the main road during the day and blend in with the ordinary people. At night, they would retreat to the mountains and forests and travel by secret methods.
This can save a lot of time. With the power of a practitioner, if there are no obstacles along the way, it will take at most one day to reach the destination.
However, no one on the scene thought that the journey would be peaceful, because the news that came from nowhere spread to four provinces including Yunnan in a short period of time.
Obviously, someone wants to cheat the Heavenly Corpse Vein. The old Taoist priest previously speculated that the Zhou family might want to seize the immortal fruit, so they released the news to let others take the lead. But I think there is someone else behind the scenes.
At this time, it was getting dark. This forest was located next to the main road, and there were many vehicles and people walking by. But after it got dark, the number of people gradually decreased.
When the moon rises, a great battle is inevitable. In order to leave Yunnan and enter the Central Plains, the three veins of the Heavenly Corpse must spend two nights.
Don't worry. Gamu suddenly said to me, his voice was very low, but I could hear it clearly.
I looked at him, confused. If he wasn't worried at this time, wasn't he afraid that the Wei family would disappear from the cultivation world from now on?
In response, Gamu just laughed. His voice was very low, and only the old Taoist and I heard it.
Instinctively, I felt a strange feeling in my heart. This escort mission didn't seem to end so easily. Perhaps there was something hidden that I didn't know.
I glanced at the old Taoist priest. He was still as still as a piece of wood. He didn't respond to Gamu's words in any special way, and he didn't even look over here.
We rested in the cave for a while, ate something and drank some tea. When the moon rose to mid-sky and the forest was completely silent, someone came to inform us that we could set out.
Let's go, Wei Qingcang walked over and said.
I looked at him. He was originally a bronze-armored corpse, and was resurrected by fusing his soul with the immortal fruit. This was a heaven-defying thing, but now he looked no different from an ordinary person, and the metallic color on his skin had also dimmed a lot.
This made me secretly marvel. Thinking of the other three immortal fruits in the Pearl Peak, I suddenly felt a little pity. If I had known what it was for, I would have snatched it first, regardless of whether it would be hunted down by people all over the world.
Of course, if that thing was really snatched away by me, the ones who would be worrying about how to leave would not be the Three Heavenly Corpses, but me and the old Taoist priest.
There is gain and loss. The three veins obtained the immortal fruit, but also attracted big trouble.
We left the cave and returned to the mountains and forests. The cave behind us trembled slightly and suddenly collapsed with a loud bang. The huge noise did not attract birds and beasts to fly away. Because there were still many corpses here, all the beasts within a radius of dozens of miles were scared away.
When cultivators travel, they naturally don't rely on their legs like ordinary people do. Their means of transportation is still corpses.
The zombies of the zombie vein formed a formation, carrying many people, some flew into the air, some walked underground, and some turned into dark clouds. From a distance, this place looked like a ghost movie set.
The bronze-armored corpse can use metal and iron to escape. This method is a bit abstract to explain, and is similar to stepping on the instep of the right foot with the left foot, and then stepping on the instep of the left foot with the right foot, and continuing to step on the Shenzhou VII.
The old Taoist's shrinking technique is too fast. If you let him walk by himself, he will run to the northeast when he opens his eyes the next morning. When he meets people, he will ask: Hi, where are you from?
If I go back, I'll be chased around the street by an old woman from Northeast China with slippers in her hands. But given my experienced personality, I'll probably just grab her by the ankle and throw her to Heilongjiang.
Wei Qingcang was with us, patted his chest and said proudly: Don't worry, I'm here!
When Gamu, the old Taoist priest, and I all grabbed his arms, Wei Qingcang bent his body slightly and shouted. In the moonlight, I saw the bronze light reflected on his skin. The next moment, we rushed out like an arrow from a bow.
The bronze-armored corpse traveled three miles in an instant, its speed was unimaginable. What surprised me even more was that Wei Qingcang, after his resurrection, still retained the abilities of the bronze-armored corpse.
It's amazing, I sighed, fiddling with my hair. Unlike the old Taoist's method of shrinking the earth, the copper armor corpse escape technique is too strong and messed up my hair. If I had known, I would have shaved it short.
I don't know how far I went because I didn't stop at all.
Time is running out and we may be ambushed at any time, so run as far as you can.
The wind was so strong that it blew my hair like a whip, slapping my face. I doubted whether Wei Qingcang did it on purpose, and turned my head to look at the old Taoist priest. His long hair was blown by the wind, so elegant...
