Say this together.
Bai Banla could clearly feel the atmosphere in the cave, which suddenly became much more solemn.
He doesn’t understand what a human stool is.
But female corpse sacrifice, these two words are combined together, and even if he has no experience, he knows what it means.
Sacrificial death by burial alive.
Things that had only existed in rural rumors suddenly burst into view. The kind of depression and discomfort made him feel unspeakably depressed.
It seems that even the air is filled with a breath of death.
Through the black scarf covering his face.
Force it into your mouth and nose.
Hu——
I took several breaths in a row.
He finally adjusted his mood, passed by the people in front, and finally found a seat near the front, using the light of torches and wind lanterns.
Bai Banla finally saw clearly the situation in the heart of the mountain.
On the stone table.
Heaps of dead bones and carrion.
It looks like there are both humans and animals.
It is better to say that it is a stone table than a stone platform. On the stone wall facing them, two bloody black pig heads were traced with cinnabar.
Cinnabar has not eroded for thousands of years. In the dark and gloomy underground, the color becomes more and more conspicuous. It is as scarlet as blood, so rich that it almost drips.
Coupled with the lifelike paintings of the two black pig heads, at first glance I thought they were real.
Looking at each other.
Bai Banla only felt that those two pig heads were unspeakably evil.
It seemed as if she was sneering lowly at him.
It made him shiver involuntarily.
Then he stretched out his hand and tightened his collar tightly, as if in this way, he could isolate the cold air.
My gaze continued to scan the surroundings.
The more he looked at Bai Banla, the colder his heart became.
In addition to the stone table, a cave was dug out on both sides of the ground that was several people deep. It was pitch black, but with the light, he could still see clearly that there were bones underneath.
One layer upon another.
There are old and young, male and female.
Many of the bones were even wrapped with hemp rope buckles, and their limbs were twisted and broken.
It is conceivable what kind of inhuman treatment they encountered during their lifetime.
"Huhu——"
Just when his heart was in a mess.
Suddenly there was a suppressed breathing sound in my ears.
Bai Banla subconsciously turned sideways and looked down, only to find that the white ape was crouching on the cliff next to him, his eyes were red, and a wisp of white air was blowing out from his mouth and nose.
Just that twisted and angry face.
You can feel the overwhelming anger on it.
Following Bai Ape's line of sight and looking back, Bai Banla's eyes fell on the densely packed skulls in the pit on the right, at least hundreds of them.
Looking at the shape of the teeth and skull, it is obviously not a human being, but something close to an ape.
Bai Banla understood instantly.
Why is the white ape so angry and restless?
Those are clearly its ancestors of the same kind.
Just say it.
While walking all the way these days, there are always many apes gathering on the high cliffs of the canyon.
But in this coffin gorge, it is the only one alone.
Not because he escaped, but because he was killed until all that was left was him.
The burial of living people has been practiced since ancient times.
But why are we hunting apes in the mountains?
Bai Banla is really hard to understand.
Looking at Bai Yuan's eyes that were almost bleeding, he didn't know how to comfort him.
He sighed secretly.
Bai Banla withdrew his gaze and continued to look ahead across the two burial pits.
Currently, Shopkeeper Chen, Taoist Priest Xuanzhen and Yang Kuaishou were standing there, holding lanterns. Even with their backs turned to them, he could see from the three of them An irrepressible gloom.
On the ground in front of the three of them, they saw a large bluestone like a giant monument.
The whole body is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting a faint green light under the firelight.
But he only glanced at it, and his attention was completely attracted by the tall figure on the bluestone.
Wearing a python robe with hooks and straps, his head is as big as a bucket, and he is seven or eight feet tall. His body is shining with blood, and his face is covered with a bronze mask, like an upside-down golden cauldron. Covering all his facial features.
Only two holes remain.
Revealing a pair of gloomy eyes.
On the ground outside him, there were at least fifteen or six stone figures kneeling, all holding lamps, candles and wine vessels in their hands. They lowered their heads and lowered their eyes, with their foreheads almost touching the ground. .
This scene is amazing enough.
But Bai Banla discovered that the three shopkeepers Chen were obviously not looking at the man in the python robe.
But...
At his feet?
With these thoughts, even Bai Banla himself felt a little strange.
Isn't there just a piece of bluestone underneath the beauty in the python robe?
But I don’t know why, the premonition not only did not recede, but became stronger.
I stepped on my toes subconsciously and looked across the three of them towards the bluestone.
It's indeed a bit strange.
Obviously the three of them were carrying wind lanterns.
But it seemed like...it couldn't shine through the surrounding darkness.
It is not like the smoke-like black mist in other parts of the mountain. Instead, it is like a large vat dyed with ink, and the dark ink flows slowly as if it has a spirit.
“Wait!!”
Bai Banla stared at it for a long time.
Suddenly.
A bold idea emerged.
Those dark spots that cannot be photographed don’t seem to be ink... but countless hairs! !
That’s right.
The long black hair floated, entwined and extended, surrounding the figure of the python-robed beauty and the more than ten kneeling lamp slaves.
It looks like a man in a python robe is floating on a blue boat on the endless black river.
Under the long hair.
Astonishingly, there were female faces one after another with no human color and blood all over their faces.
Just like the old farmers planting rice in the fields during spring planting, countless female corpses were piled up together.
Lift your head up, open your eyes and mouth, the scarlet blood is still seeping out, dripping, and then merges into a gurgling stream, disappearing under the bluestone.
Is this a human stool? !
Bai Banla's heart sank, and he felt as if his scalp was going to explode.
The word I heard earlier echoed in my ears again.
He thought that the human stool that Shopkeeper Chen and the others were talking about were referring to the bones in the burial pit. Unexpectedly... they were talking about female corpses everywhere.
So...
The man in the python robe is glowing with blood.
Not because of the jade itself.
But a steady stream of blood pools finally merged into its body through the bluestone?
What the hell is this... a cult sacrifice? ! !
Bai Banla gritted his teeth, his expression extremely ugly. Those girls didn’t know what they had gone through. Thousands of years had passed, but the bodies showed no trace of decay.
Looks like he is only sixteen or seventeen years old.
But he was killed here and became a sacrifice in this sacrifice.
How terrifying? !
He finally understood why the three of them, Master Chen, were so angry.
This is a complete evil sacrifice.
At the cost of countless lives.
"It's cinnabar!"
When he was furious.
Chen Yulou had already squatted down, took out the bone knife that had not been used for a long time, and gently pried open the mouth of a female corpse. With the help of the wind lantern, he saw at a glance clusters of blood-colored sand and gravel, almost It all came pouring out of her throat. "It's true."
"I thought it was just a rumor, but I didn't expect it to be true."
Taoist Xuanzhen made a spell with both hands, but even so, he could not suppress the anger on his face.
"Brother Chen, is this the blood pool altar that King Wuyang set up for himself?"
"It is to use the blood of thousands of living beings to sustain him for thousands of generations, and even become an immortal and ancestor. An immortal dream."
Compared to him, the face of Partridge Whistle on the side was even more ugly, and the murderous intent between his eyebrows could hardly be suppressed.
Since entering the spiritual practice.
He had rarely been so out of sorts.
But what I saw today was too bloody and cruel.
Yesterday in Wuxi Town, when he heard those people talking about the rumors of King Wuyang, he just shook his head and smiled. He said that Wuyang became a spirit and a demon incarnate. He should be a person who is good at witchcraft.
After all.
He has heard of strange and evil methods such as making animals.
But now that he saw it with his own eyes, he realized that the so-called evil deeds such as excessive taxation and bullying of men and women were only one ten thousandth of what he had done.
"Brother Chen, and Taoist Priest, you two give way."
"Let me smash it into pieces and see how it can last forever?!"
Took out the vajra prong and whistled every word, with murderous intent almost as strong as substance.
With the already cold cave, the temperature seemed to have dropped a bit.
"No need to bother."
Looking at his actions, Chen Yulou shook his head.
This place is just a sacrificial temple. If we really want to break the evil spell, we have to find the body of King Wuyang. This is just a stone man.
“The body of King Wuyang is still there?”
Hearing this, Partridge Whistle raised his eyebrows.
You know, according to the rumors circulating in the town, the Wuyang King was at least a person from thousands of years ago, unless he also turned himself into a human stool. However, the possibility of this is almost slim, and it is impossible to think about it.
But if not.
Where will he go to find the body of King Wuyang?
“It can only be said that it is possible.”
“If the senior of the Feng family had not been burned to ashes.”
Chen Yulou glanced at Feng Sibei beside him and said meaningfully.
Hear this.
Partridge Whistle suddenly thought of something.
If you want to visit the immortals, look for the black sheep first!
Dixian Village, Dixian Village, Feng Shigu is clearly Jiuzhan Magpie Nest, who has already hollowed out the mausoleum of King Wuyang and turned it into the place where his corpse was transformed into an immortal.
"Write it down first."
"Burn it with a fire when you come back."
"It will also allow them to re-enter reincarnation instead of being trapped in the physical body for a lifetime. There is no way to escape."
Looking at his expression, Chen Yulou knew that he had guessed it, and without hesitation, he just whispered.
These human stools are just like the corpses under the lake in Huludong, Zhelong Mountain.
They are also girls whose mysterious yin has not been broken.
Take their blood and lives, use their souls as a guide, and use them as evil sacrifices.
"Definitely."
"It will indeed be destroyed. When the time comes, the poor Taoist will perform a ritual for them and recite the Purana Sutra, so as to save the souls of the dead and help them escape from the sea of suffering and reincarnate as soon as possible. ”
Hear the words.
Partridge Whistle and Feng Sibei both nodded.
Especially the latter, this can be regarded as a disaster left by his Feng family ancestors, and it should be solved in his generation.
It’s not just these human stools.
The most important thing is the corpse immortal.
"Keep looking. If you are right, the real entrance to Dixian Village is deep in the mountain."
Chen Yulou stood up, holding the wind lantern, and walked around the bluestone cliff.
Seeing this, the group of people behind them did not dare to delay and chased after him one after another.
The underground caves were connected to each other, one layer inside the other, as if there was no end at all. Along the way, they also encountered many abandoned rocks and unfinished stone figures.
It can be seen that this Tomb of King Wuyang lasted for many years.
I don’t know how many people were enslaved.
The group of people became more and more depressed as they walked.
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, a majestic sound of water came from the deathly silent darkness. It sounded like a waterfall splashing, or like a river rushing through a cave.
But with water, there is life.
It is said in Xunlong Jue that it will open when it encounters water.
This is no joke.
When the ancients buried and built tombs, the most important thing they valued was the energy of the dragon veins. They spent so much effort on the outside, using hanging coffins as paintings to build gods and suppressing canyons, just to collect the energy.
Now that there is water, it means that the trip is not far away.
Everyone knew this well, and no one dared to delay. They subconsciously accelerated their pace. After a while, a faint halo appeared in the darkness ahead.
Although almost invisible.
But for everyone who has walked for several hours at night, it is nothing more than a guiding light.
Rush towards the halo quickly.
Not long after.
The deep and long cave beneath them suddenly opened up, and a sinkhole appeared in front of the group of people. The high cliffs on both sides were as steep as cut.
A huge waterfall hangs down from the top of the cliff.
The majestic water fell directly from the top of the head.
A big river forms under the sinkhole.
And in the sky between the two cliffs, there was a full moon hanging, and the faint light was falling. This was why they saw a halo just now.
"This water is so weird. I remember there was no big lake on the cliff before, right?"
"There are no snow peaks here, where does the water come from?"
The Partridge Whistle held the lantern and moved forward against the cliff. The mist hit his face and instantly wet his Taoist robe, but he seemed not to notice it and just stared at the rolling river below him, frowning. If you have some thoughts.
Follow the route taken along the way.
It’s not hard to guess.
They should be underground now.
The waterfall hangs from the sky, and the water potential is so amazing. It must have been formed by a larger area of water, or by the convergence of countless creeks.
But during the day, they went down from another mountain to the bottom of the valley.
Moreover, I have never heard from local people that there are deep mountains and large lakes near Coffin Gorge.
"Maybe it's an abandoned mine that stores water into a well."
Chen Yulou explained casually.
But his eyes swept around.
One sentence kept popping up in my mind.
'In front of the Haunting Platform, the Yin River flows across the sky'
'The Immortal Bridge has no shadow and is hard to find with the naked eye'
The Haunting Platform and the Shadowless Bridge are the real bridge connecting Dixian Village Entrance.
In the life without him.
Feng Sibei exhausted all his efforts and finally stopped here. He sat outside the stone monument and looked at the Yin River, but he had no choice but to die unwillingly.
It was not until decades later that Professor Sun and his party arrived here.
Encountered his withered bones.
Now, with him hanging on the wall, there is no need to repeat the same mistakes. The only thing to worry about is whether the Shadowless Bridge can withstand Kunlun.
Not long after, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he subconsciously held the wind lantern and strode towards the other side.
“Brother Chen, have you found anything?”
"Who is the shopkeeper?"
The group of people who noticed his actions, took the opportunity to rest, or looked around curiously with lanterns and torches, all looked at him.
Chen Yulou did not stop, but walked all the way to the outside of the stone tablet.
Then he shook his hand lamp.
The firelight floated, reflecting three seal characters.
It’s the Dixian Village! (End of this chapter)