Chapter 127: White Bone Envoy of the Longevity Sect

I drank rice wine without counting, the sweet taste was addictive.

After drinking three or four large bowls, County Commandant Chen finally set the bowl down: "Your wine is not bad, it hasn't been watered down."

"This was originally for offering to the gods, how could it be watered down? Wouldn't that be disrespectful to Heaven and Earth?"

Whether for official sacrifices or folk sacrifices, wine and blood food are always the best offerings for the gods.

Blood food is fine; from the earliest human sacrifices to the "three-animal sacrifice" later stipulated by the Rites, there are also small three-animal sacrifices in folk tradition using "pork, chicken, and fish" as substitutes.

Of course, using wine to sacrifice to ancestors—after all, it only happens two or three times a year—is perfectly justifiable for the common people to brew wine for their own amusement in the name of ancestor worship.

Daoists in Daoist temples are also very fond of drinking wine; for example, Shanju Guan likes to use wine to prepare various medicinal herbs.

"That's right!" Scripture Master Daoren spoke eloquently: "Brewing wine requires following the Five Elements, observing yin and yang, adhering to the solar terms, knowing the timing of heaven, and understanding the principles of natural change. Not to mention that the water used to steam the glutinous rice for brewing is cold spring water drawn from Yushan. The wine brewed is incomparably mellow. If the Mountain God hadn't met with misfortune, every year during the festival, we would consume seventeen or eighteen jars of wine alone. Each jar offered, before being opened, would be left for three days, and when opened, there wouldn't be a trace of Wine Qi inside, clear and bright as water."

"Ha! With so much effort, it's just to offer to clay idols and mud statues; isn't that a pure waste? After this matter is settled, for every amount you brew for the Mountain God, you shall brew the same for this official!"

Scripture Master Daoren gave a bitter smile: "If we can survive this tribulation, there will be no shortage of wine for the County Commandant to eat!"

Xu Jia laughed and said: "What are you still worried about? With County Commandant Chen taking the field, one is worth a hundred."

After Xu Jia finished his flattery, he sought out Hu Jinhua: "Shed some tears!"

"Ah?" Hu Jinhua did not understand.

"To open the Heavenly Eye for County Commandant Chen, I need cow tears or dog tears. We don't have any here, yours will work too."

"I can't cry."

Xu Jia said: "Think of something sad."

"I used to have some sad things, but since following Master Xu, I've let it all go and am no longer sad."

Xu Jia felt helpless.

Scripture Master Daoren heard this: "I have a dog here, but it's tied up!"

That dog was a native dog with spotted eyebrows and a sturdy body, but it tucked its tail; it couldn't help it, everyone here had a very strong aura.

Even County Commandant Chen liked to eat dog meat.

Since the dog couldn't cry, he told the Daoist to break some radish leaves and snap them near its eyes; soon the dog began to bark wildly and shed tears.

Xu Jia dipped a writing brush in a little, mixed it with cinnabar, and dabbed it on all of County Commandant Chen's orifices, finally drawing an eye between his brows.

Immediately, County Commandant Chen felt as if there were flying mosquitoes and insect shadows in his vision, blurring it: "Why can't I see things clearly? Why is it like there's a layer of gauze in between?"

Immediately after, he saw the scene that would be the shadow of his life.

His gaze passed through the main hall where the Mountain God was worshipped, as if entering a strange and inexplicable space, where a huge black shadow writhed in the darkness, its outline blurred yet its aura imposing.

A giant centipede spirit several hundred or even a thousand feet long was twisting there; it had a dragon's head, a human face, and a centipede's body, its body coiled and folded like a continuous mountain range forcibly folded into a narrow space, oppressive and twisted.

Its back armor was made of countless torsos, head and tail connected, like a human centipede.

A thousand feet like a forest, crisscrossing and intertwined, each one being a human hand or foot.

This giant centipede spirit was struggling in this space, and every struggle shook the surrounding space; that space was already covered in cracks.

Every violent struggle was accompanied by a low humming sound, like a dull thunder coming from inside a mountain, signaling an earthquake about to erupt.

The centipede spirit's eyes were as deep as an abyss, shooting out cold, fierce light that looked straight into the human heart, as if it could pierce the soul and stir up the deepest fears within.

Every time this thousand-year centipede spirit struggled, it made County Commandant Chen's hair stand on end. His inner fear was provoked, his back felt cold, his heart raced, and he fell into endless panic and reverie. He couldn't help but murmur: "Is this really something a human can resist?"

"This is the Mountain God after falling into evil, its Divine Nature polluted by the Evil Sect; now it is more like a demon than a god."

"Then what I am seeing is real?"

"It is real, and it is also false. All that is observed in the Dharma Realm has no substance and is entirely illusory, but when the Dharma Realm overlaps with reality, it will trigger an earthquake or even a plague. Fortunately, I have already made double preparations, and the former abbot of Shanju Guan also sacrificed himself to win us time."

"Furthermore, the one who tied the bell must untie it. The Evil Sect caused this trouble, and we even have an Evil Sect Saintess here!" Xu Jia pointed at the hare-lipped nun.

She had little presence, just silently chanting scriptures; what she was chanting was precisely the *Dizang Wang Pusa Fundamental Vow Sutra*.

The Seven Treasures Cold Forest Kasaya that Xu Jia had stripped off eventually ended up on her body.

Miaoren said: "If I do not enter Hell, who will? This poor nun will certainly complete the binding of this evil god! Serving the demon with my body, non-dual Prajna."

Seeing her "compassionate look" made Xu Jia think of the Sha Huofo.

"She is a Longevity Sect Saintess?" County Commandant Chen's eyes lit up: "Good heavens, this is a major harvest!"

The dwarf had been dazed by Huang Pipo's fart; seeing signs of him waking up, Hu Jinhua cast an Illusion Technique.

"Who are you?"

"White Bone Envoy of the Longevity Sect." The dwarf was dazed and incoherent.

"What is your purpose in coming here?"

"The White Bone Saintess sent me here," the dwarf said. "Here is the Dharma Altar for the sacrifice to our Longevity Sect's Centipede Dragon Great Emperor. Once the Centipede Dragon Great Emperor returns to his position, our sect can spread plagues in the south, and then by applying Talisman Water, make every commoner believe in the sect, and we can overthrow the tyranny, establish the Changsheng Dao Kingdom, and thus everyone will return to the state of the ancients, each living for eight hundred years!"

Yet his face was fanatical, and he showed signs of struggle, clearly his faith was breaking free from the Illusion Technique.

"Utter nonsense!" County Commandant Chen was so angry that he went up and slapped the dwarf; the dwarf spun three and a half times on the spot, sat down on the ground, and headed straight for the Western Paradise.

Just as his Soul was about to leave his body, it was grabbed by two little ghosts, who followed Xu Jia and said: "Great Immortal, this person is very suitable to be our little brother!"

Xu Jia agreed: "You two can train him yourselves!"

"To think the Longevity Sect is so daring, actually wanting to refine plagues!" Scripture Master Daoren's expression was composed: "But this White Bone Saintess, what kind of background does she have?"

Xu Jia calculated for a moment: "This time, a real Saintess has come." He looked at the hare-lipped nun Miaoren: "Do you know her?"

Miaoren said: "We were all abducted into the Longevity Sect by kidnappers. Those who were young, beautiful, and had some talent were made into reserve Saintesses. During this time, various Elders, Helmsmen, and Hall Masters would come to select them. That old monk Jinglian is an Elder of the Earth Store Secret in the sect."

"White Bone Envoy, White Bone Saintess, she must be the White Bone Hall Master."

"The White Bone Hall cultivates the White Bone Method; beneath the skin, all are white bones."

"The White Bone Envoy is actually a grave-robbing envoy; they like to collect old corpses to practice magic."

Xu Jia heard this: "White Bone Evil Method?" It reminded him of "True Person White Bone Xu Jia," who was the ancestor of Corpse Severance Immortals.

However, the methods refined by this White Bone Hall are certainly not Corpse Severance; I fear they use corpses to refine evil methods, belonging to the "Corpse Remains Yin Magic."

It is nothing more than extracting the three yin Qis of the corpse from the bones, which are the so-called "Human Yin," "Earth Yin," and "Time Yin."

This is not hard to understand; some "Death Eaters" in America in his past life basically liked to perform these strange "rituals," mainly to summon demons from Hell.

If an evil cultivator from the White Bone Hall of the Longevity Sect used white bones to refine a flying sword, Xu Jia would think a little higher of him, but if it is a summoning ritual to contact a Demon God of the Dharma Realm and borrow power, then that is no different from a spirit medium.

(End of this chapter)