A few days ago, Shi Jingzhi could sleep just by touching the pillow. Today he flopped on the bunk for a long time, and his breathing just couldn't slow down. With such a big man flipping pancakes around him, Yin Ci couldn't close his eyes.
After turning over ninety-nine and eighty-one pages, Shi Jingzhi asked knowingly: "Aci, are you asleep?"
Yin Ci felt that if he were fifty years younger, he would have strangled this annoying man to death, instead of letting him roll around beside him like he was shaking his hair.
Fortunately, the destination was just around the corner, and Devil Yin was in a good mood, so he answered calmly: "I didn't sleep."
"Yeah." Shi Jingzhi was silent for a while, "Do you really want to go with me tomorrow?"
Yin Ci slowly exhaled, what kind of medicine is this man selling in his gourd
"After entering the Ghost Tomb, the sects will not cause trouble. But the Ghost Tomb is dangerous, and you haven't even practiced your footwork well. Even if I protect you, there is no chance that you will be injured, otherwise you will still..."
Yin Ci heard two things - he came just to go to the tomb. Shi Jingzhi had happily agreed earlier, but he suddenly had a sudden seizure.
"You stay on the ground and have food and drink. Jinyu helped kill so many cattle and sheep and bleed them. I'm sure there will be meat for every meal in the next few days. When I bring the baby up, you can-" Shi Jingzhi was still nagging.
Yin Ci interrupted him simply: "In that case, it's fine if Master doesn't allow me to go to the tomb. Why bother asking?"
Shi Jingzhi suddenly lost his temper.
Yin Ci sneered secretly. As an "ordinary person", he was of no use underground, but Shi Jingzhi was particularly happy that his "apprentice was willing to go to the grave." Maybe Shi Jingzhi just wanted to embolden someone, or wanted to be a human shield at a critical moment, or maybe he wanted to use himself as a reserve for emergencies... Although Yin Ci knew that something was fishy, he didn't bother to care.
For other sects, the Ghost Tomb may be a dangerous testing ground. To him, it was at best a time-killing game. Anyway, you can't die, but if you really die, you will gain blood.
Shi Jingzhi's tossing and turning was indeed due to some evil reason - when Yin Ci asked him bluntly, Shi Jingzhi instantly turned into a sullen gourd and couldn't even turn over.
Yin Ci closed his eyes with satisfaction. Unfortunately, as soon as Duke Zhou walked in front of him, he was retorted by Shi Jing's words.
"Because you are my apprentice. When you are a master, you should lead your apprentices to experience a lot." Shi Jingzhi said aggrievedly, "And there are all strangers around. I also want you to accompany me. I admit that this idea is embarrassing. . It’s just this ghost tomb…”
It seemed that he couldn't sleep well, so Yin Ci turned over and sat up.
"Master is willing to protect me, that's enough. If Master can come out alive, I will definitely be able to. If Master can't come out, I will die down there with Master."
Shi Jingzhi had a filial look on his face, and took a breath: "A bid farewell like this, the teacher's will is very unstable."
"Master has been kind to me. It was fate that we met on the dry mountain that day." Yin Ci continued. "Even if there is trouble in the tomb, Master, the auspicious person and the heaven, can definitely turn the danger into good fortune. Besides, is there any opportunity in the world without risks?"
Shi Jingzhi's eyes were red because of his performance, and there was some unswerving love in his eyes: "I will take you there, I will take you there."
Yin Ci lay down with satisfaction and just pulled up the quilt—
"Actually, my master went to the Ghost Tomb this time to seek something for immortality."
There is no need for you to open your heart, I just want to rest. Yin Ci turned around sadly and indignantly, but his mind tightened. He was already mostly awake, so he had to continue listening.
"I have been in poor health since I was a child. Everyone said they couldn't be saved, and my family gradually stopped caring about it. This time when I visited the ghost tomb, I was looking for this glimmer of hope. But rumors are just rumors, and there may not really be anything immortal in them. Even if there isn't. Found it, just like you said...well, it’s not a bad idea to see the world.”
Yin Ci was completely sleepless: "Since Master lives in Yidu, why don't you go to the Yinxian Association?"
"Do you still know about the Immortal Entrainment Association?" There were too many people around, and Shi Jingzhi wore a Nuo mask while sleeping. He was lying on his side, facing Yin Ci's eyes, with several red marks on his face.
"I know. My grandpa said that there are even children's songs made up in the city. What's going on... You can attract immortals at the meeting, and you can ascend to the divine way and fly to the nine heavens..."
According to common sense, since there are monsters in the world, there must also be immortals. However, Yin Ci dug almost three feet into the ground and couldn't find even a fairy beard.
The people from the Yinxianhui are the closest to "immortals". The fair to attract immortals is held every ten years in Yi, and the jade talisman for admission is worth thousands of gold. If you are attracted by an immortal, you can get a jar of immortal wine and your appearance will last forever.
Yin Ci had obtained more than one jar of immortal wine. He used them to do a lot of tricks, but in the end he still couldn't kill himself. No matter how you look at it, it looks like medicinal wine with some special effects. It may be able to cure Shi Jingzhi's problems.
"My family helped me get a few sips, but I drank them, but it was of no use at all." Shi Jingzhi's voice was a little bitter, "Maybe this is fate... I just want to keep struggling."
"There are only a few sects that cultivate immortals. They only use monsters to make formations and talismans. I have searched several places, but not a single person has achieved immortality."
Indeed, Yin Ci thought to himself. They want opposite things, but they reach the same goal by different paths - the goal is that they didn't find anything.
"It'll be fine." Seeing that Shi Jingzhi's words were sincere, he prevaricated casually.
"I hope." Shi Jingzhi sighed, "Oh, I haven't talked about this with anyone yet. It's really refreshing to talk about it, Aci..."
Yin Ci covered his head with a quilt, this boy wasn't done yet!
Shi Jingzhi lowered his voice and touched his head through the quilt: "Don't worry, I will treat you well."
Covered by the red silk quilt where the mandarin ducks were playing in the water, Yin Ci felt that this sentence was not quite right. It's just that sleepiness took over, and he didn't bother to care about what was there and what wasn't.
The yang fire cannot suppress the yin energy of the ghost tomb, and the bluestone is as cold as ice, so few people can sleep peacefully.
Early the next morning, the Jinyu Gang specially made delicious beef soup and served it with grease-filled shortbread. Even the monks at Jianchen Temple were given some mushroom-thick porridge. Shi Jingzhi took a sip of the hot soup and rarely touched the dry food.
No one from Prince Rong's palace showed up, so he probably took care of the meal himself.
After everyone had eaten and drank enough, they walked into the ghost tomb with the rising sun.
The gate of the tomb passage was carefully cleaned by the Jinyu Gang, but the heavy blood lingered. As soon as I stepped into the ghost tomb, the warmth brought by the food disappeared immediately, leaving only a chill that chilled my bones.
"It's ridiculous for Yan Budu to be buried in such a ghost place and actually dream of becoming an immortal... He's almost a demon." Someone murmured in a low voice.
As if in response to him, a low laugh sounded in the dark tomb passage. The next moment, the lamps in the tomb were all lit up, and the green flames flickered without wind, like an invitation with ulterior motives.
The disciples of Taiheng Sect put their hands on their swords, and when they saw the monks of Chen Temple, they lowered their heads and recited Buddhist scriptures silently.
Shi Jingzhi trembled from head to toe: "My teacher, I'm getting goosebumps."
Yin Ci was quite calm: "Shake it off yourself."
Shi Jingzhi: "I knew it was right to bring you here! Good apprentice, so courageous."
Yin Cicun had the intention of teasing him, and said maliciously: "Master, if I were you, I would plug the rattle. Grandpa said that demons and ghosts are easily attracted by the sound... "
"Nonsense, my bell is made of pure silver to ward off evil spirits!" Shi Jingzhi muttered while crazily stuffing scraps of paper into the bell.
The Taiheng sect witnessed this shameful act and could only pretend not to see it. Jin Lan came over with Yan Qing: "Master Shi, please come this way."
Shi Jingzhi looked at the blind Yan Qing longingly, not hiding the envy in his eyes, and Yin Ci wanted to laugh again.
The tomb passage is neither long nor short, and has long been carefully explored. The major sects were well prepared, and the small sects following behind also knew how to follow suit, and there were no dangers along the way. When they arrived at the main entrance of the Ghost Tomb, the people behind seemed quite impatient and dared to cross the gate and squeeze towards the tomb door.
The door of the tomb is densely engraved with spells, and each stroke is dipped in an ominous dark red. The three people's eyes were dull. Instead of stopping, they ran straight towards the stone door -
Taiheng Sect and Jianchen Temple took action at the same time, stopping the two behind them. Unfortunately, the distance was too short, and the man in the lead rushed too fast, and he was hit hard.
There was no sound of collision, and the man's body slowly melted into the tomb door, accompanied by valgus ribs, splashing blood, and silent screams.
The two people who were stopped woke up and peed their pants instantly.
"Thank you very much, everyone." A thin hemp pole squeezed closer from the outside, "That's my servant. Maybe he was too relaxed just now and his mind was lost."
Yin Ci recognized this thin hemp pole. This Ma Gan is the leader of the Changle Sect and must bring four servants with him when he goes out. For this reason, he does not hesitate to waste his quota in the ghost tomb. If Shi Jingzhi hadn't jumped out halfway, this old man would have been his target.
He turned around calmly and wanted to touch the charm on the door. Unexpectedly, just as he moved half a step, there was a sudden pull from behind - Shi Jingzhi's rattle inserted into Yin Ci's belt at some point and hooked him tightly.
… This kid was shaking so hard just now, but now he is quite stable.
"Master, I'm still awake."
"Hmm." Shi Jingzhi didn't tremble this time, he was looking carefully at the tomb door. The man just now had been devoured completely, leaving not even a trace on the tomb door.
"Extremely vicious." Jin Lan cursed in a low voice, "Did you see that the people in the Demon Cult are so virtuous?"
Yan Qing: "I didn't see it."
Jin Lan rolled her eyes and turned to Yin Ci and Shi Jingzhi: "Anyway, you two, don't act rashly. Follow us closely before going down to the second floor. You may die without knowing how."
A few steps away, Chigoujiao had already taken out a pile of iron tools and carefully pried open the door. The Lingjiao held the sect's dossier and held their noses to cooperate. The two righteous men were not idle either. They activated the protective formations purchased with heavy sums of money and defended themselves from the side.
Although there are all kinds of dissensions, each sect has sent elites, and everyone is calm - if they start fighting before they have entered the door, they will only make others laugh.
Yin Ci turned around and Yin Ling was thrown to the ground behind him. Shi Jingzhi took a breath and bent down to pick it up.
Everyone was busy, and as someone had just died, the tomb passage was silent for a while. Shi Jingzhi suddenly said "ah", and the echoes continued. The Chigou cultist who was prying the door stopped and looked over angrily.
Shi Jingzhi pretended not to see it, holding a silver bell in one hand and pointing tremblingly at the ground with the other: "Are those footprints?"
The tomb passage was dark, especially around the tomb door, where there was a thick layer of dust on the ground. Yin Ci knelt down and brought the fire stick close to it, illuminating a few faint footprints.
Those footprints were stained with old blood and were incompletely printed on the stone slab. Covered by dust, it is no different from ordinary stains.
Yin Ci originally just found old blood stains and induced Shi Jingzhi to investigate. Unexpectedly, this kid's eyes were poisonous enough to see the blood stains at a glance.
This master of his is truly an outstanding figure.
It’s just that the young bird is emotionally unstable at the moment, and his hair is about to explode: "It is definitely a footprint, the footprint of an adult man... This man's feet are stained with blood, and he walked out barefoot!"
"What the donor said is true, these bloody footprints have been left for more than a hundred years." Jianchen Temple was the first to agree.
Jin Lan hissed and inhaled: "A hundred years ago...did Yan Budu really commit suicide?"
At this moment, the tomb door made a muffled sound and slowly opened.
There was a thick darkness inside the door, like a void.