Lao Du roared, "Just to prove that you are the best, you are willing to open a tomb that everyone thinks is dangerous?"
Xie Wanhua smiled and said, "Isn't this reason sufficient? I think it is. Don't tell me that releasing evil spirits from tombs will cause great suffering to all living beings. I don't care!"
"You..." When Lao Du was so angry that he was shaking all over, Xie Wanhua turned her head and looked at me: "Wu Zhao, next time before you try to do those little tricks, I hope you can think about a spell in the art of magic called the judgment of ghosts and gods."
My eyes suddenly narrowed involuntarily—Xie Wanhua actually knew the verdict of ghosts and gods.
The Judgement of Ghosts and Gods is an extremely ancient spell, but it has been abandoned by most sorcerers because it limits the initiative of sorcerers.
In ancient times, employers could use oaths and contracts to restrain sorcerers, lest they change their minds or intentionally withdraw from the business. Once a sorcerer and an employer signed a contract, the content of the contract would be invisibly monitored by ghosts and gods.
Once the employer found that the sorcerer was reluctant to do business and had the intention of going back on his word, he could hold the contract in hand and ask the ghosts to arbitrate. At that time, the sorcerer would not dare to violate the contract even if he died tragically at the hands of ghosts.
I don't know when it started, but sorcerers no longer signed contracts with their employers, and all business was agreed verbally. Ghosts and gods' judgments only happened between sorcerers who cooperated with each other.
After who knows how long, even this magic was gradually forgotten by the sorcerers. Sorcerers rarely swore an oath to each other, after all, no one was willing to put their life in the hands of others.
Xie Wanhua actually knew the judgment of ghosts and gods
My words just now were indeed meant to make Xie Wanhua give up her plan to go to the tomb. If she used my oath to attract the gods and ghosts, I would be the one who would suffer. If I was unlucky, I might even be killed by the gods and ghosts on the spot.
I gave Xie Wanhua a thumbs up: "You win. Lead the way!"
The further down Xie Wanhua led us, the colder the cave became. By the time Xie Wanhua led us to a cave entrance with stone steps, the temperature in the cave had reached the point where our breath would almost turn into ice.
Lao Du, who was walking at the end, had his teeth chattering uncontrollably. If Monk Shi hadn't given him a few sips of strong liquor, he would never have been able to accompany us the last distance.
Xie Wanhua pointed at the stone steps at the entrance of the cave and said, "After you see the stone steps, don't you want to say something? My Feng Shui Master!"
"A hole in a hole?"
If I'm not mistaken, this should be a typical cave within a cave. The Feng Shui power gathered at the outer cave entrance just suppresses where we are standing now. Three or five meters ahead of where I stand, there is another cave entrance. The artificial stone steps are just outside the cave entrance, climbing diagonally to the southeast.
I had been walking down all the way, but now the stone steps suddenly went up. Doesn't this mean that we walked in a "V" shape in the cave? I was a little confused about the layout of this cave.
Seeing that I was silent, Xie Wanhua smiled faintly and walked towards the stone steps. I followed her all the way to the platform at the end of the stone steps, and then Xie Wanhua pointed to a double iron door in the distance and said, "We are here."
After I followed Xie Wanhua into the cave, a circular platform appeared in front of us. The place where we landed happened to be in the northwest of the platform. Under the platform, in the abyss that went straight up and down like a well, there was a deep pool that seemed calm but also had undercurrents.
When I shone the flashlight towards the water, a fire suddenly broke out in the cave. The entire cave was instantly illuminated by the flames rising from the surrounding oil tanks.
Xie Wanhua put away the lighter in her hand: "No need to look, there is a bottomless pool below. Yang Jiakai said that the tomb should be under the water."
I looked down into the water and instinctively felt that something was wrong. There were legends of "underwater tombs" in the art of martial arts, but those tombs were basically hidden tombs formed by the later mausoleums being submerged by water. There were very few tombs that were actually dug directly underwater, and behind every underwater tomb there was a terrifying legend.
Things have come to this point. Even though I know the future is dangerous, I have no choice but to move forward.
When I looked up at the sky above the pool, I found that there was a sculpture of a ghost on each of the four positions around the platform. The faces of the four ghosts were drooping, and although there was no cold light in their eyes when they stared at the water, they could still make people feel the faint murderous intent. It seemed that their existence was to guard the pool under the platform.
What’s strange is that there are two iron chains extending from the feet of each of the four ghost statues. The iron chains that run across the entire cave hold up a wooden altar above the pool of water. The center of the water surface is just below the altar.
I pointed to the makeshift tent on the altar and asked, "Is Tom in there?"
Xie Wanhua spread her hands and said, "If he is not dead, he should still be inside. You can go and take a look."
"Monk, hold on!" After I gave the order, I stepped on the chain and entered the tent.
Tom, who was already dishevelled, was still in the tent. When he saw me, the first thing he asked was: "Is there anything to eat?"
Tom can speak Chinese, which makes things much easier. I took out a few compressed biscuits from my backpack and threw them over. After Tom gobbled up the biscuits, I asked, "Have you communicated with the ghosts down there? What on earth is that down there?"
Tom said in a hoarse voice: "That is a devil, a devil who wants to sacrifice the souls of young girls. He has been asking me to help him find a woman. He said that he can give me anything I want, as long as I give him enough souls, I can have whatever I want."
That's right! I have always wondered why the bewitching ghost collected the souls of virgins. It turns out that the bewitching ghost is just a "worker bee" serving the "queen bee". The final destination of the soul is still in this tomb.
I asked calmly, "Can the things down there come out?"
"I don't know!" Tom shook his head. "Xie Wanhua asked me to find a way to lure him out. But, I communicated with him for a long time, and he seemed to be restrained by something and there was no way he could come out of the water."
Can't get out? I couldn't help but frown.
Tom and Yang Jiakai's judgments are completely different, but one of them is definitely false.
The ghosts can't come out, so how did the bewitched ghost leave the secret burial? If it can come out, why can't Tom convince it
I couldn't help but look at Tom, who said hurriedly: "I have tried my best. Xie Wanhua and the others gave me something called Gu poison, which is simply the fruit of the devil. It's so terrible..."
Tom is just a scholar, he doesn't have the courage to fight against the poison, even if he knows it's just a poison, he will spare no effort to persuade the ghosts to leave the underground.
I took out the fortune-telling coins from my pocket and threw them on the ground. One of the big coins rolled several times and got stuck between two empty bottles, leaning there neither up nor down.
Abandoned hexagram? The big money does not fall to the ground. Either some force prevents the hexagram from happening, or it is not suitable to tell the fortune now. When a fortune teller encounters this situation, he must stop the hexagram. Otherwise, even if he forcefully deduces, the conclusion he gets will be wrong nine out of ten times.
After taking a deep breath, I finally took out three ghost coins from my body, spread the ghost coins in my hands, put my hands together and raised them above my head. After shaking them three times, I raised my hands and threw the big coins into the air.
My eyes followed the three copper coins shining with golden light and lifted up, and the blood light in my eyes also flashed. At the moment when the blood light and golden light suddenly intertwined, the speed of the three ghost coins falling to the ground seemed to suddenly slow down several times. I could even clearly see the ghost coins rolling in the air again and again under the resistance of the air.
When the sound of three ghost coins falling to the ground suddenly occurred, a pool of blood-red water appeared in front of me. In a flash, I saw a corpse facing the bottom of the water, bobbing up and down with the waves. When I wanted to take a closer look at the corpse, a bald head suddenly emerged from the side of the corpse.
Monk! I was shocked, and the scene in front of me collapsed.
When I suddenly looked down at the ghost money, I felt dizzy. I finally managed to calm down, but it was like I had just been through a big battle. Not only was my back sweating, my heart was pounding, and I couldn't exert any strength. If someone wanted to kill me at this time, they could send me to hell with just one knife.
Tom exclaimed, "Sir, what's wrong with you?"
"Shut up!" I turned around and glared at Tom, with murderous intent in my eyes, which scared Tom so much that he quickly shrank back into a corner of the tent.
I didn't really want to kill anyone, but I didn't want anyone to know that I was in a weak state. However, Tom's exclamation caught Xie Wanhua's attention: "Wu Zhao, what are you doing?"
I shouted in a deep voice: "Shut your mouth too! Whose responsibility is it if the hexagram is disturbed?"
Although I was completely powerless, my voice was still loud enough to fool Xie Wanhua outside.
I sat there for more than ten minutes before I recovered.
No wonder my grandfather doesn’t let me use ghost money easily. It turns out that ghost money is directly peeking into the way of heaven and seeing a fragment of the future.
Although this method is magical, the caster is actually resisting the pressure of the Heavenly Dao. Fortunately, the scenery I saw did not last long, and I was awakened in time by the scene in front of me. Otherwise, even if I was not seriously injured and vomited blood under the pressure of the Heavenly Dao, I would not be able to recover in a short time. If I calculate more things, it may even attract Heavenly punishment!
Although the divination using the hexagram of fortune-telling money is extremely vague, it is much safer than ghost money. It seems that unless it is absolutely necessary, ghost money should not be used to spy on the way of heaven.
This time, I rashly used the ghost money, which can be said to be more harm than good. Just now, I didn't see clearly who the body in the water was, nor did I see whether the monk was dead or alive, which means that my deduction failed. What should I do next? (To be continued)