Chapter 5: Exiting the Temple of Burial Soul (Part 1)
You Wuzhen concluded that he would not survive more than three days, and his premonition was indeed accurate.
At dawn on the third day, just as the first ray of sunlight passed through the lush trees and was projected on the Soul Burial Temple, You Wuyue vomited blood and died.
According to You Wuyue's last will and testament, his body was not placed in the Soul Burying Tower, but placed in an open space in front of the Soul Burying Temple.
Aaron's curse made a very strange sound to summon the giant python. After a while, the giant python came out of the forest with a fishy wind. It crawled to You Wuzong's body, opened its big mouth, and first killed You Wuzong.
The head is swallowed, then the chest...
Chu Lang and the monks watched You Wuzhen's body gradually disappear into the mouth of the giant python, and everyone had mixed feelings in their hearts. Very few people died like You Wuzhen, who disappeared completely without even leaving a single tooth.
Down.
The giant python swallowed You Wuyuan, its belly bulged, and then it returned to the forest.
All the monks also looked at Chu Lang. Now Chu Lang was the leader, and they were waiting for Chu Lang's orders.
They are also eager to open the Soul Burying Knife Library and leave the temple.
Chu Lang said: "Now follow me to open the Soul Burying Knife Library!"
The monks burst into excitement upon hearing this.
Chu Lang led the monks to a stone chamber. There was a large iron lock hanging on the stone chamber. The iron door was engraved with the pattern of a knife. This was the Soul Burial Knife Library.
Although the monks of Soul Burying Temple all practice the Hidden Dragon Sutra, they all have their own weapons.
These weapons have always been sealed in the knife library. Except for necessary repairs, the knife library is rarely opened. If the knife library is opened and the soul-burying knives are distributed, it means that the soul-burying monks will officially enter the world and be involved in the disputes in the world.
Therefore, the meaning of the soul-burial knife to the monks is not just a knife, but more like a pass to leave the temple, or a kind of belief.
You Wuhua took out the key to the knife library and handed it to Chu Lang. Chu Lang opened the iron lock himself and pushed open the heavy iron door.
Chu Lang entered first, followed by a group of monks in Youwu's form.
In the stone chamber, there are rows of knife rests on the left and right.
Fifty knives were neatly placed on each row of knife holders. One hundred knives in total. Since the number of people in the Soul Burying Temple never exceeded a hundred, one hundred knives were enough.
The blades of all the knives are as black and shiny as if dyed with ink, and a dragon pattern is engraved on the blades. The blades are bright red, as if stained with blood.
Each knife is roughly the same size, but all have different weights.
Every sword in the Soul Burying Temple was made by a famous swordsmith a hundred years ago. Although it is not a rare magic weapon, it is stronger than ordinary weapons.
Chu Lang said: "Everyone takes a knife. Those who take the knife will wait outside."
The monks were in good order, and each one looked solemnly and selected a knife that suited him or her from the knife rest. Some preferred heavier knives, while others preferred lighter knives.
Each knife also comes with a back knife wrap.
There is also a separate knife holder in the middle.
The shelf was covered with black cloth.
Chu Lang walked to the knife rest and lifted the cloth. There was also a knife on the knife rest. The pattern engraved on the knife rest was a dark red dragon of hell. The dragon head and the handle were cleverly combined together. This knife was specially designed for
The first one to be built in Soul Burial Temple. The materials used are also different. It is harder and sharper.
Chu Lang drew out his dew-drinking knife.
This knife was prepared by Old Man Shiyu for the young master of the Blood Alliance, but he was not the one. He is now the head of the Soul Burying Temple, and this Soul Burying Knife is what he should use.
Chu Lang threw the dew-drinking knife to Hui Po beside him.
"Collect it and I will return it to them later."
"yes!"
Hui Po put away the dew-drinking knife.
Chu Lang took off the soul-burial knife that symbolized the leader and inserted it behind his back.
The monks selected their knives and came out of the knife library.
Chu Lang was the last one to come out.
After he came out, the monks had formed two teams in front of the knife library, with soul-burying knives stuck on their backs, and their eyes were full of excitement.
Chu Lang said to the monks: "Go back and clean up now. We will leave the temple in half an hour!"
The monks went back to their houses to tidy up in agitated moods.
Chu Lang also locked the door of the knife library and handed the key to the eldest monk. He ordered the two eldest soul-burying monks to stay and guard the temple.
After everything was packed, Chu Lang led the monks out of the sinkhole.
Aaron Curse also summoned his giant python. The giant python coiled around Aaron Curse's body, as if coiled on a giant pillar. The giant python's ugly big head rested on Aaron Curse's shoulder, just like Aaron Curse.
The curse gave birth to two heads.
Now this giant python gives the monks a different kind of intimacy and a sense of weight. They believe that You Wuyuan has merged with this giant python.
So You Wuyuan will always be with them.
After everyone got out of the sinkhole, the wind picked up. Soon, raindrops began to fall, and the rain slowly became heavier and heavier.
The world between heaven and earth became hazy.
In the wind and rain, Chu Lang walked to the front, and behind him was a crowd of soul-burying monks full of evil spirits.
The rain beat on their bald heads, making them shine brighter and brighter, like the cold light of weapons.
Chu Lang suddenly burst into song.
He sang "Soul Burial Song"
So all the monks also sang loudly. The voices of dozens of people gathered through the wind and rain and spread into the distance.
My soul is like a soul and I have nowhere to put it. There is no home in this world.
No love, no hatred, no care, only the blood will darken the moonlight.
My soul is here, my soul is here, there is nowhere to bury it, I sing a sad song and let me go.
From now on, there is no end of the world in my heart, and every place I step on is a battlefield.
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Yucheng is the city closest to the Soul Burying Temple, with more than 10,000 residents. Usually, some daily necessities for the Soul Burying Temple are purchased from this Yucheng.
At this moment, wind and rain enveloped the city, and the people in the city were all staying at home. There were very few pedestrians on the streets.
There is a silk and satin shop in the west of the city. It is the largest cloth shop in Yucheng and sells all kinds of fabrics.
The shopkeeper was sitting at the door with a bowl of tea, looking a little upset because there was no business. The two waiters were standing in front of the window, staring at the rain outside the window in a daze.
Just then, three bald men appeared at the door.
The leader was none other than Chu Lang.
The other two bald men are You Wuhua and Xue Ao.
The evil spirits from the three people came in with the wind and rain, and slapped the shopkeeper at the door, making the shopkeeper shudder.
The shopkeeper saw that these three bald men were not good people, so he quickly stood up and said: "Invite the three distinguished guests..."
Chu Lang and the other three walked into the cloth shop.
The shopkeeper carefully introduced the fabric to Chu Lang.
Chu Lang picked up a piece of cloth. This piece of cloth was black, shiny and smooth.
Chu Lang stroked the cloth.
"Use this cloth to make thirty-seven sets of robes. On the right cuff, embroider the skull pattern, and on the left chest, embroider the wolf head pattern. Just embroider it for me according to this pattern." Chu Lang took out the pattern he had already painted and placed it on the counter.
"Also, make thirty-seven bamboo hats. The cloth of the bamboo hat should also be black, preferably waterproof. Then make thirty-seven pairs of boots. Thirty-seven belts..."
The shopkeeper quickly said: "Sir, our shop only sells cloth..."
Before he could say anything, Chu Lang took out two banknotes and slapped them on the counter, totaling two hundred taels.
Chu Lang said: "Do it within one day, I know you have a way."
Chu Lang said, turning around and walking towards the door.
Xue Ao said to the shopkeeper in a cold voice: "Do as our master says. If you don't do it within one day, I will take your head!"
Then Xue Ao also walked out of the store, and the three figures disappeared into the rain and fog.
The shopkeeper's urgent voice came from the store: "Quickly, invite all the tailors in the city, as well as the embroidery workers, and the masters who make bamboo hats..."