Then the living soul entered the aura of the painting. If Taoist Chengde hadn't used some means to bring them back, the old hunter and all the others would have died.
However, it had been so long since this kind of thing happened, so there was no need to tell the old hunter. He wouldn’t understand it. At this time, Ding Li became curious: "Old Wu, what did you get?"
"I was given a bottle. I thought it contained elixir or something, but I didn't know it was all dirt and garbage!"
Ding Li was originally just curious about the cave, but now he couldn't wait to go in and have a look. Who knew that the old hunter was more active than Ding Li, making suggestions on the side: "The entrance to the cave was blown down, making it difficult to enter. Unless we
Go get some dynamite and blow up the hole."
Ding Li was surprised: "Old Wu, do you still want to enter the cave?"
"When people get old, they have nothing to look forward to. I just can't forget the Fairy Cave for the rest of my life. I always want to take a look at it again while I'm alive, and I can only close my eyes when I'm dead!"
Seeing that this old hunter was quite ambitious, Ding Li didn't know whether to praise or disparage, so he said: "Let's go over and have a look first. If it doesn't work, then we can think of ways to get explosives!"
The old hunter wanted to say: "Well, I haven't dared to go to that mountain in the past twenty or thirty years. I don't know if it has changed."
The two of them followed a mountain trail up the mountain. I don't know when the trail was built, but it was already in disrepair. It seemed that there had been an earthquake in this place. There were signs of rock collapse everywhere.
But judging from the old and new color of the stone, I don’t know how many years ago it happened!
"Hey, how did this cave entrance open?" the old hunter exclaimed, and saw a dark hole in the original jagged rocks, like a monster with an open mouth, revealing jagged fangs, like
They want to choose people to devour: "Could it be that the gods inside have come out?"
Ding Li went up a few steps, squatted down to look at some gravel, and said, "The entrance to the cave was opened by explosives. It's not a fairy at all!" He looked into the cave a few times, but there was nothing in the cave.
can not see clearly.
"This is the work of tomb robbers, damn it!" The old hunter saw the situation at the entrance of the cave clearly, recovered from his suspicion and nervousness, and opened his mouth to curse: "Grave robbers are very rampant these days. There are several nearby.
Graves, big and small, were dug everywhere! They are simply guys with no ancestors or clans."
Fortunately, the two of them still had flashlights with them. When they entered with the flashlights, they found a stone room similar to a study. The furnishings inside were simple, just a couch, a table and a chair.
, I think before I came to this place, it was close to the cave entrance and there was more light!
The smell in the air was very turbid and unpleasant. I didn't know if it was because of lack of oxygen or if something was rotting inside the hole. The hole was not big enough and could only allow a few people to duck in.
"Hey, there are words carved on the stone wall. It seems to be regular script!" Ding Li's flashlight just happened to shine on the wall above the stone bed: "Taoist Zhu Ling rides a blue dragon, and the sword in his sleeve is like a rainbow. The strangest thing is that he can't stop for a while,
Encountering Wukong in Hengyue! What the hell does this mean? Does this place have something to do with Journey to the West? So Sun Wukong appears out of nowhere?" Ding Li's sweat was almost like a waterfall, and this has nothing to do with it.
Where is it? Then Journey to the West is originally a fictional story, so why is the monk from the Alchemy Sect here still related to Sun Wukong? Could it be that Taishang Laojun has descended to earth? Isn’t this nonsense!
"Zhu Ling, Zhu Ling? Banxian'er, do you think this Zhu Ling has anything to do with Zhu Ling Temple?" the old hunter asked.
Ding Li said, yes. He only looked at Wukong and didn't pay attention to the word Zhu Ling. These two words are strange. Could it be the Taoist name of the Taoist priest who used to live here in seclusion? Or maybe it was the former Zhu Ling.
Taoist priests at the mausoleum?….
If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. Ding Li held up a flashlight and went inside. He saw there was a door in the corner. The light of the flashlight was a bit dim. As he approached, he saw a weird big face with a half-smile that frightened him without any preparation.
Ding Dang stepped back several steps and suddenly bumped into the old hunter.
"What's going on?" The old hunter quickly supported Ding Li and asked doubtfully.
Ding Li took a deep breath: "Nothing happened, I just saw a corpse!"
"Ah, a dead person?" The old hunter was startled. He had seen a lot of animals killed, but this dead person was really uncommon: "Is it the body of the Taoist Chengde? That's not right. The body of the old Taoist priest was left behind.
Where is the alchemy furnace!"
The two flashlights shone together, and sure enough, I saw a man wearing a 87-style training uniform standing at the door. One foot seemed to have stepped out of the threshold, but he had no chance to step out with the other foot. Flashlight
The light shone on his face, which made his swollen and rotten face look particularly weird, as if he was showing a weird smile. A maggot crawled out of his eye socket, and then got into his nostril. Like this
The horrific situation, no wonder Ding Li was frightened.
The old hunter was disgusted by what he saw: "Who is this person, and how did he die in this place?"
"It looks like this guy is probably a tomb robber who came here to rob the tomb!" Ding Li pointed to the shoulder bag slung on his shoulder. It was bulging and seemed to be full of things.
"Have a good death!" the old hunter said in disgust: "Those who dig graves should have their entire families exterminated!"
Ding Li suddenly started sweating. He didn't expect that Old Wu would have such a big opinion against tomb robbers!
"What to do? How to get in?" The old hunter was a little dumbfounded. If he moved such a disgusting thing, he was afraid that he would vomit out his overnight meal.
"What to do?" Ding Li sneered, took out a box of cinnabar from his arms, and drew an amulet on the old hunter. Then he took out a small bell wrapped in cloth, and the old hunter was surprised: "
Is this bell now in your hands?"
Ding Li smiled slightly: "This is what the old lady of the Liang family gave it to me. Pay attention. You'd better cover your ears. Do you know how to recite Buddha's name?"
"Is it Namo Amitabha?" The old hunter was a little confused, but he replied.
"Yes, just concentrate on chanting Buddha's name and don't worry about anything else. Otherwise, don't blame me if something happens!"
"Something happened? What happened?" Before he could finish his words, his eyes widened. He saw the bell in Ding Li's hand shaking slightly, and the corpse that had begun to rot began to dance.
In fact, it's a bit exaggerated to say that he was dancing, but his whole body was stiff and moving to the rhythm of the bell.
"Hurry up and recite the Buddha's name!" Ding Li shouted coldly. He really didn't know if the talisman he drew on the old hunter would work under the sound of the bell.