Chapter 150

Hearing Li Yan's arrangement, Luo Faqing was stunned for a moment.

Rushing to the front to act as bait was, of course, more dangerous.

Although it was the best choice at the moment, after all, there had been friction before, wasn't he afraid of being stabbed in the back?

Of course, he was just stunned for a moment, then followed and jumped into the cave, magic flags inserted upside down, stepping on the pace and pinching the seal, a yin wind rose around...

Li Yan naturally had already sensed it and nodded slightly.

Although this Luo Faqing had some problems of dharma lineage disciples, looking down on side-door paths, he also had some pride.

If it were an old slicker full of nice words,

he really wouldn't dare to trust him.

The passage was very long and ancient, and along the way, there were some jars for water and grain, most of which had shattered and were covered in dust.

They should have been dug by the monks back then to avoid disaster.

Very quickly, Li Yan stopped abruptly.

He could smell that after the corner ahead, the space suddenly became larger and extremely empty.

But strangely, he couldn't smell any strange odor.

Li Yan held his long knife horizontally and simultaneously pulled out the last Ming Fire Gun from his waist.

But after preparing, he didn't rush to enter, but stood against the wall, waiting quietly.

Whoosh~

Very quickly, a yin wind rose all around.

Dust and smoke rose, frost spread on the ground, and three strange footprints appeared: one like an animal, one with a single foot, and one a shoe print, and their auras were also different.

It was precisely the ghosts and gods summoned by Luo Faqing.

These things were originally all kinds of licentious sacrifices and evil gods from various places, their individual strength far exceeding ordinary yin soldiers and chang soldiers, and their temperaments were also more ferocious.

Even though Li Yan was pressed against the corner of the wall, those cold and bloody scents made illusions appear before his eyes.

And these three ghosts and gods seemed to have already discovered him, approaching like wild beasts, and the scent became thicker and thicker.

Li Yan narrowed his eyes, preparing to use the Soul-Hooking Rope at any time.

Ding ding ding!

Just at this moment, crisp bell sounds rang out from afar.

Urged by Luo Faqing, these three ghosts and gods seemed extremely dissatisfied, raising a violent yin wind, but they didn't approach Li Yan again, instead instantly surging into the cave behind the corner.

Li Yan then turned around and followed closely behind.

He wouldn't be stupid enough to clash head-on with a yin-criminal. As long as Luo Faqing's ghosts and gods could attract their attention, he would strike out with the Hook Decree, and the opponent would naturally confess.

The candles in the cave flickered.

Although dim, everything could be seen clearly.

This cave had clearly been renovated. Five steps into the cave, a torii was also built, with straw ropes, white talismans, and bells hanging on it.

Ten meters beyond the torii, various white powders were mixed on the ground to draw a huge dharma formation, circular on the outside, with an Eight Trigrams diagram drawn inside, but with a pentagram embedded in it, written with "Lin Bing Dou Zhe Jie Zhen Lie Qian".

At each node, an oil lamp was lit.

In the center of the dharma formation, the Du family ancestor's corpse was placed.

Different from what Li Yan saw in the illusion, the corpse had already rotted away, even revealing white bones.

Daggers were nailed onto the corpse.

An old monk with white hair and beard was dancing while holding a folding fan.

He seemed to pay no attention to Li Yan who had broken in, fully focused, shaking his fan with every step, his white socks covered in mud.

Ding ding ding!

Luo Faqing's ghosts and gods had already rushed out.

Yin wind rose, the bells hanging on the torii shook incessantly, the straw ropes trembled, and the dense white talismans shattered into pieces.

However, the yin wind could never break through the torii.

Li Yan narrowed his eyes, leaped up, stepped on the torii pillar to borrow force, swung his long knife with a clang, and was about to cut the straw rope.

This torii seemed to be able to block auras, not only could the ghosts and gods not rush in, but even his olfactory divine ability was suppressed, unable to smell the scent on the opposite side.

Destroying this thing would decide the outcome.

But just at this moment, the dancing old monk suddenly opened his eyes, reached into his bosom, and pulled out an exquisite flintlock pistol.

Bang!

Firelight flashed, and smoke filled the air.

Although Li Yan's warning signs were great, he still suffered a blow, only feeling a pain in his abdomen, falling to the ground from the air.

He rolled, hid behind the torii pillar, endured the pain, and dug a lead pellet out of his abdominal wound.

The Great Luo Dala Dala Fa Shen operated, and the wound recovered rapidly.

Damn it, the times have really changed!

Li Yan couldn't help but curse inwardly.

This old monk was too insidious. Because of the torii's obstruction, his divine ability was suppressed, and he didn't smell the scent of firearms, resulting in him being hit.

According to Lu Gongyuan, this old man had powerful magic techniques and was also suspected of being a Returned-to-Life onmyoji, possessing and seizing a body.

Being able to do this naturally meant he wasn't a simple character.

Unexpectedly, the opponent didn't use magic techniques, but instead played with firearms.

The old monk on the opposite side had a calm expression, unhurriedly reloading the gunpowder, and glanced at the tottering torii, unable to help praising: "Central Plains magic techniques are indeed powerful. This divine realm has been arranged by me for a long time, but it still can't hold up."

He spoke in official language with an elegant rhyme, without any foreign accent.

Li Yan secretly took out a flying knife and said coldly, "Old thing, you can't escape. Why not surrender early and I'll give you a quick death?"

"Escape?"

The old monk said calmly, "The Master's errand hasn't been completed yet, I won't escape. Serving the Master with loyalty is our duty."

Listening to this half-literary, half-vernacular speech, Li Yan couldn't help but laugh, "You're quite loyal. Is that Zhao Changsheng also an Eastern Ying person?"

Seemingly mocking, but actually fishing for information.

This old monk was Zhao Changsheng's confidant, maybe he knew his background.

"Eastern Ying person? No..."

The old monk shook his head slightly, his eyes full of reverence, "The Master is a true god. In the Battle of Honno-ji, I didn't escape even when serving a mortal, let alone serving the Divine Master."

Honno-ji?

What kind of mess is this...

Li Yan was even more confused, but continued to sneer, "Divine Master, Zhao Changsheng is just a joke, you've been fooled."

Fierce light flashed in the old monk's eyes, "You are the fools, being played by the Master in the palm of his hand without knowing it, truly pitiful......"

As soon as the words fell, Li Yan shook abruptly.

Hidden strength erupted from his arm, and the flying knife whistled out immediately.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, the copper bell above was immediately knocked away.

But what surprised him was that the yin wind whistled, and the torii still didn't break.

"Hahaha......"

The old monk laughed, "Central Plains sorcerers, nothing more than this!"

And at the same time, in the Mahavira Hall above, Sha Lifei and Wang Fu had just cut the hemp ropes tied to the Buddha statue one by one.

This old monk also played a dirty trick. In his inheritance, the torii represents the entrance to the divine realm, distinguishing the divine realm from the secular world.

One is to remind visitors that stepping into the torii means entering the divine realm, and their behavior should be especially careful.

The second is to form a sealing barrier.

This kind of power cannot come out of thin air; it is borrowing the divine gang-qi of the gods to form a certain small situation.

Mystic Sect orthodoxies and dharma lineages all have similar arrangements.

Whether it is powerful or not depends on the strength of the divine gang-qi of the worshipped god.

And the only god here is the Xiangji Temple god and Buddha.

That is to say, after several calamities, even if the incense is continued, it is very weak, otherwise, how could they have been tricked.

Sha Lifei and Wang Fu cut the straw ropes, and the magic technique was immediately broken.

Crack!

The straw ropes broke, and even the torii developed cracks.

Yin wind whistled, and the white ash of the dharma formation laid on the ground was also blown away layer by layer, and candles were extinguished one after another.

Clatter!

The daggers inserted into the corpse in the formation trembled crazily.

"Idiots!"

The old monk was shocked and cursed, immediately taking out a golden treasure box from his side and placing it on the corpse.

"Om mani padme hum!"

Li Yan, who was activating his divine ability, felt his brain go blank, everything before his eyes was snow-white, and majestic Buddha chants seemed to ring in his ears. As soon as this object appeared, it seemed to shine brightly.

The three ghosts and gods destroying the formation seemed to have suffered heavy damage, retreating rapidly, and the yin wind stopped instantly.

At the cave entrance, Luo Faqing, who was performing rituals to drive the ghosts and gods, also had his expression change abruptly, spitting out blood with a pfft, stumbling and falling to the ground, his face looking ugly as he said: "Buddha treasure!"

Li Yan only felt a roar in his ears, his head splitting with pain, and his consciousness was also distorted, knowing that his divine sense had been damaged, and hurriedly used the Great Luo Dala Dala Fa Shen to recover.

Although the Great Luo Dala Dala Fa Shen recovered in the mass grave, it had been used quite a few times in later cultivation, plus repairing two serious injuries in a short time, it was already covered in cracks again, as if it could shatter at any time.

What is this thing?

Li Yan looked at it with suspicion.

Seeing that he hadn't fainted, the old monk also seemed somewhat surprised, shaking his head and mocking: "Central Plains has many treasures, but even you yourselves don't recognize them, pitiful."

"During the Tang Dynasty, Emperor Gao Zong bestowed over a thousand sarira to Xiangji Temple, worshipped day and night, the Buddha light was ten thousand feet, evil spirits fled far away. Although it was looted by chaotic soldiers, some were left behind and hidden in this underground cave."

"For a thousand years, absorbing the spiritual rhyme of the earth veins, it has become a Buddha treasure..."

Buddha treasure?

Li Yan frowned, remembering Zhao Zhao Lu Zi's words.

!.

That night he talked all night with Zhao Zhao Lu Zi and learned quite a bit about heavenly spiritual treasures.

Heavenly spiritual treasures are of many kinds, the vast majority are born from the blessings of heaven and earth, but there are also some whose bodies are man-made.

For example, the drumstick he found in Ancient Water Village.

The drum king's heart and spirit gathered, like divine refining, having spirituality, and then by coincidence, obtained the blessings of heaven and earth, becoming a spiritual treasure.

This kind of thing is usually a good embryo for refining magic artifacts.

And there are some that are magic artifacts themselves, which become Dao treasures and Buddha treasures after becoming heavenly spiritual treasures, which can be said to be extremely precious.

Suppressed by the Buddha treasure, the corpse no longer caused trouble.

The old monk sighed, "Originally I was going to help the Divine Master refine the Yinmoluo Ghost, but now something went wrong. Presumably, if I take it, the Divine Master won't blame me..."

The words were humble, but greed was already apparent in his eyes.

He took out a bird-headed wooden carving from his bosom, placed it on the corpse's forehead, and shook his folding fan, dancing that strange dance.

"Dance your grandfather's!"

Li Yan gritted his teeth, covered his abdomen, pretended to be injured, and stumbled towards the outside.

The old monk frowned and raised the flintlock pistol again.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, and smoke filled the air.

However, this time Li Yan was prepared, dodging to the side, and while being shot in the shoulder, hidden strength erupted under his feet, and he leaped out with a whoosh.

He had been pretending just now, and had already closed the distance.

This jump immediately brought him close to the old monk.

The old monk wasn't panicked at all, threw the flintlock pistol, hooked his foot, and a long spear on the ground soared into the air.

He grabbed it and stabbed at Li Yan.

Just as Lu Gongyuan said, this person was also skilled in martial arts and used a force similar to hidden strength. The spear tip whistled, and the momentum was astonishing.

Who knew, Li Yan pulled out the Ming Fire Gun and pulled it abruptly.

Pfft!

Fire oil and phosphorus fire surged out immediately.

"Ah——!"

Even though the old monk dodged fast, half of his body caught fire, screaming and rolling on the ground, making the dharma formation a mess.

At the same time, the corpse was also ignited.

Even the golden box of the Buddha treasure that was suppressing it was kicked to the side by the rolling old monk, rolling twice and no longer trembling.

As if losing its restraint, strands of black smoke surged out.

These black smokes gathered in the air, turning into a Luo Sha Bird shadow, wings flapping, and a pale human face looming within it.

Not good!

Li Yan vaguely guessed that this old monk wanted to refine the demon-calamity into a shikigami-like thing, but it was destroyed by him, and now it had escaped.

Without the corpse, how could he set up a formation to suppress this thing?

Just at this moment, the old monk also tore off his monk's robe, endured the pain, used the gray soil on the ground to rub, and extinguished the flames.

But even so, his whole body was charred, his skin torn and flesh gaping, like a fierce ghost.

He no longer spoke the official language of the Divine Land, shouting and saying a series of Eastern Ying words, then holding the bird-shaped wooden carving, while pinching a magic seal, and opening his mouth wide.

Whoosh~

The Luo Sha Bird turned into black smoke again, actually drilling into the old monk's mouth, his eyes also pitch-black, and the aura on his body became less and less like a human......

Clearly, he was using some unknown magic technique.

Seeing this, Li Yan pinched a magic seal and chanted a spell, "Heaven has discipline, earth has guidelines, Yin Division detains souls, mortals avoid!"

Hearing these words, fear appeared in the old monk's eyes.

However, he was currently devouring the demon-calamity black smoke and found it difficult to move.

While chanting the spell, Li Yan slapped the Hook Decree in his hand onto his forehead.

Like a body-fixing spell, the old monk fell straight to the ground.

Clatter!

Li Yan heard the sound of chains again in his ears, and strands of cold power rose from the ground, wrapping around the old monk's soul.

"Prefect spare my life..."

Before the old monk could finish his words, his eyes lost their spirit.

At the same time, he spat out black smoke again, which was the demon-calamity Yinmoluo Ghost, seemingly wanting to escape in all directions.

However, this thing was also bound by invisible power, chains clattered, and it fell to the ground with a bang, disappearing without a trace.

Li Yan was stunned for a moment.

How did the Yin Division take this thing away too?

Before he could ponder, three cold auras came from the Hook Decree in his hand, and then quickly disappeared.

A joyful expression immediately appeared on Li Yan's face.

This was the mission completed, and he had gained three more Gang Decrees.

Each Gang Decree could summon the Five Camp Ghost Soldiers once, five hundred in total each time. He now had six, and if he used them together, he could mobilize three thousand ghost soldiers.

According to Luo Mingzi, these were Yin Division ghost soldiers. Even at the lowest level, among the soldiers and horses, they had to be classified as Upper Altar soldiers and horses.

Ordinary chang soldiers and yin soldiers were no match at all.

Three thousand ghost soldiers were enough to become a trump card for a comeback!

Li Yan suppressed his excitement and looked at the Buddha treasure on the ground.

He picked it up without hesitation.

Before he could open it, strands of mysterious power surged into his dantian, and the Great Luo Dala Dala Fa Shen also recovered rapidly.

At the same time, the material of the Great Luo Dala Dala Fa Shen also changed.

At the very beginning, it was like blue stone, but after absorbing the drumstick in Ancient Water Village, the surface became smooth and had a bit of luster.

And as the blessings in the Buddha treasure were absorbed rapidly, the Great Luo Dala Dala Fa Shen actually began to present a glazed color.

This was a manifestation of increased strength.

Increased strength meant it could withstand more damage.

For example, if he was stabbed, in the past, the dharma body would have huge cracks, but after the strength increased, the traces would also decrease.

This Buddha treasure could actually improve both!

Li Yan's eyes were full of surprise.

Very quickly, the blessings in the Buddha treasure disappeared completely.

After opening it, inside were actually sarira.

Even though the blessings disappeared, they still emitted a glazed luster.

Li Yan was happy and covered the lid.

This thing was useless to him and useless to Mystic Sect cultivators, but presumably, those wealthy people in Chang'an who believed in Buddha would be very happy to buy it home for worship.

Thinking of this, he carried the box in his left hand and picked up the flintlock pistol on the ground with his right hand, observing it in his hand.

This thing was exquisitely made, the gun handle was ebony-colored, and the patterns on the metal area were complex, looking like the style from Europe.

Just at this moment, footsteps sounded outside.

Li Yan's heart moved, and he directly stuffed the gun into his bosom...

(End of chapter)