1115 in a tight spot
er Jiang Qiyun mentioned Lin Yanhuan, he would stare at me with a smirk that made my heart race.Jiang Qiyun only flicked my hair a few times with his finger, and successfully took control of the situa...Well then, Master Yun Fan really likes his daughter, doesn't he
Mu Xia Qiao slightly pursed her lips and said, "You said this before Damo was born, and you're still saying it now I hope your dream comes true."
Master Yunfan wanted to go back and accompany his wife, so he explained his thoughts to us very soon.
Currently, there are three things that need to be done: First, appease the people inside the sect, ensure their basic living needs, and prevent them from leaving rashly; second, quickly establish a simple shelter within the sect to block the already damaged entrance, so as to prevent anyone from accidentally entering, and also gradually relocate the people inside; finally, before finding out where the formation leads, Mu Wanchen will do his best to use magic to dispel the evil spirit energy and slow down its spread.
It's easy to say, but hard to do, because life within the monastery is still very old-fashioned and lacks modern communication tools and lifestyles.
I told Master Yunfan that it would be easier to let them cook their own meals than to give them simple and modern supplies. Master Yunfan smiled and said not to worry, they would have everything they needed.
He was so confident, I didn't know what to say anymore, so I followed Mu Wanchen through the Dharma Gate passage and returned to the interior of the Dharma Gate.
The Wuwang City was enveloped by layers upon layers of vines, looking like an ancient ruin buried for many years.
The village of the Si was almost completely destroyed, with its tall gates collapsing entirely. Fortunately, most of the buildings here were made of wood, so even though they collapsed, there weren't many casualties.
The most serious problem is with the rivers. The originally smooth flow of water has been blocked by collapsed mud, sand and rocks. Although it hasn't formed a lake like last time, large boats can't pass through.
The grand dragon ships of the Si Clan and Wuzhuang Mountain City were all crammed together at the docks, a chaotic mess of haphazard arrangements. They looked dilapidated and desolate. The survivors of the downstream tribes had all gathered on the side of the damaged Dharma Gate.
"This place was originally an exit. When the previous Great Shaman took in corpse refiners, he had them set up camp on its outskirts, keeping them away from other tribes. He also made a pact with them, forbidding them from searching for corpses within the forbidden grounds."
The Corpse Refiners have always adhered to this rule, not because they are particularly self-disciplined, but because they fear that seeking corpses within the sect would provoke hatred from other tribes. So they often secretly send people out into the world... And I'm also unclear why they have so many informants in the outside world. Later, Mu Xia Qiao told me about these Corpse Refiners' schemes spanning years, and I realized there was so much more to the story.
Mu Wanchen let out a slight sigh and shook his head. "These people these days, I don't know how much malice they still harbor. I really don't want you to come into contact with them."
" ...Then I'd just stay far away. These people aren't from your Wushi Mountain City, and I'm afraid they won't take orders... By the way, where is Fuzhu I haven't seen it all day."
"It's hiding in Miao Wang City, avoiding crowded places. Miao Wang City doesn't have such a vast territory, so it can only hide."
As we talked, we walked along a path of giant stones.
Here I've never been before, Mu Wanchen held my hand and led me along. Halfway there, something felt off.
At the end of this boardwalk is a cave, with a giant stone archway at its entrance. Now half of it has collapsed, leaving only a small, black hole.
"Where...where is this" I asked.
"The entrance to the tomb, let me take you to see if there's any trace of your mother, so you don't have to worry." Mu Wanchen reached out to my ribs and effortlessly lifted me onto the stone. We squeezed in through the crack.
I'm a little scared, what if this suddenly collapses and I get buried alive
"Inside there's only a narrow passage. The tomb door is closed, and the magical barrier hasn't been broken. There's no one in this passage; even if your mother came here, she should have left." He pulled me along and raised his hand to summon the soul lamp.
These soul lamps are for the Yin pathways of the Wuzhang City. They lit up in the tomb, and their originally azure glow now had a greenish tinge to it.
Eerie.
My back felt a slight chill, and I quietly tucked my arm into Mu Wanchen's.
He held my hand and walked step by step into the passage.
An ordinary tomb would just have a single passage, but this one is different! This passage is made up of huge stones and it’s spiral-shaped!
The spiral creeps into the mountain's belly, or down!
The psychological pressure was too intense. After walking for a bit, the light emanating from my soul lamp turned a dim green, and I got goosebumps all over.
The negative energy is too heavy here, and the air isn't good. The psychological pressure and physical discomfort make me not want to go any further.
"There's only a small section left," he comforted. "Look, that's the main gate of the mausoleum."
"Have you been in there At the funeral..." I whispered.
Mu Wanchen shook his head. "No."
"Huh Who went in"
“None who enter ever come out.” He gazed into the darkness with a light indifference.
Hearing this, my scalp was about to explode. I clung to his arm and said, “No no no, let’s just go out. It's so stuffy in here.”
He smiled and picked me up, continuing to walk forward. "This is the end," he said, "Look..."
I opened my phone's light and saw a white, imposing door.
The door was carved with intricate totem patterns that I couldn't decipher, as elaborate and detailed as a picture book. It seemed to tell many stories.
"The 'key' I gave you can open this place...Knowing the fate of the dying king, the witch kings would enter themselves, and those willing to be buried with them would follow. After that, the tomb door closes, and the next witch king takes the key… There are mechanisms here, the doors cannot be fully opened, only enough for a line of people to enter, and it will close quickly. Once closed, you can't open it from inside... This tomb, has always been an entrance with no exit."
He gave me a faint explanation.
I swallowed nervously, this place was too oppressive.
The mountainside spiraled downwards, devoid of any light and with air so heavy it was barely breathable.
"What secrets lie behind that door, do you not know" I asked.
Mù Wǎn Chén shook his head. "The Wu Clan's secrets are passed down through generations, some things are unknown. Perhaps over a long period of time, they have been completely lost."
He held me in one hand and gently stroked the pattern on the door with the other. He sighed, "Let's go. There's no sign of your mother here. Come see for yourself so you don't have to worry so much. If we find Si Huang, let her take you to the Si clan's mausoleum to see it for yourself."
Hearing that I was leaving, I immediately nodded. This place really can't be stayed in for too long, it's oxygen-deprived.
He hugged me and quickly walked back. When we came out, I let out a long sigh.
Mu Wanchen's divine eagle can carry us to fly low in the air. As soon as we landed on a gentle piece of land by the river, a young man saw us and ran towards us, kneeling down and saying: "Great Wuzhi King, there is a strange mechanism at the damaged place of the dharma gate. We dare not move it rashly. The elders sent us to look for your whereabouts."
It's really inconvenient to have to dispatch so many people just to notify someone about something.
What a strange mechanism, if I'm not mistaken it should be——
>py for the Dragon KingThese old folks are really..."I can go back," I said loudly on purpose for the old man and woman to hear. "You come back with me, and I won't visit for ten or eight years, lettin...