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Chapter 141 Secret passage leads to ancient sites, painting the soul for a century

This cave is not small, with a width of nearly 5000 meters, but when [-] soldiers from the government entered, plus a number of war horses, it suddenly seemed a bit crowded.

The front is dark and deep, and there are traces of carvings and axes on the surrounding stone walls, with a slight slope, and I don't know where it leads, only a faint white mist diffuses out.

Unknown places, of course, are vigilant.

The Xuanwu army set up a shield formation to defend, and the Suzaku army followed behind with bows and arrows to guard against possible threats.

rear of the team.

The torches were crackling and burning, and the light in the cave was flickering.

"What are you?"

Following Wang Xuan's questioning, all eyes immediately turned to the head on the ground.

The surrounding sergeants didn't care, after all, they had seen many monsters and ghosts in the past six months, but the priests all looked dignified, with curiosity in their eyes.

This witch has blue skin and three eyes, only her head is left to survive.

Never heard of such a monster.

Madam Bai looked a little uncomfortable, "What if I don't tell you?"

Originally, he wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but found that the government army was very vigilant.

She could feel that the lord behind Wang Xuan was rolling with evil energy, ready to suppress herself at any time, and the female crown next to her was also holding an evil-suppressing talisman, her eyes were full of killing intent.

Wang Xuan's eyes were calm, "It's simple, suppress and kill immediately!"

The corners of Mrs. Bai's eyes twitched, as if she was enduring great pain. Seeing that everyone's killing intent was getting stronger, she finally said helplessly: "Okay, but my background is a bit complicated. If I don't find someone to attach to, I will disappear in three quarters."

"And this place is not safe yet, continue walking along this cave, and I will tell the truth when I get to the place."

"Okay, deal!"

Wang Xuan's eyes were thoughtful, and he didn't talk nonsense, he stepped forward and grabbed the three-eyed beauty's head by the hair, then nodded slightly to the side.

This thing is really weird, and it must be suppressed with the Lord's banner at all times.

Mrs. Bai was being carried around, her expression was ugly, but she didn't dare to say anything.

Liu Shun immediately cupped his fists, then turned around and ordered:

"The defense moves forward, be careful around!"

"The Soushan army first scouts the road, and investigates whether there are any agency traps!"

"Auxiliary soldiers take care of the horses..."

With an order, the army immediately moved forward slowly.

Guo Luquan jumped out, and paper figurines flew into the depths of the cave to explore the way wrapped in the dark wind. Old man Yang and his disciples, who held the treasure, knocked on the stone wall with iron spikes to check for mechanisms.

Mo Yunxiao stood guard with a horizontal gun, and the hounds sniffed around.

Everything seems to be in order.

The government soldiers and priests didn't care, these were daily training.

According to the different terrain conditions, Wang Xuan made a lot of marching rules, and the veterans taught them on weekdays, so they could automatically abide by them without giving orders.

Mrs. Bai, who was being carried by him, was a little surprised, a trace of regret flashed in her eyes, and then she closed her mouth and remained silent, wondering what she was thinking.

……

Contrary to everyone's expectations, the cave did not go deep into the ground, but passed through a ramp to a grotto hall, and then went upwards abruptly.

Along the way lay a lot of dry corpses, covered by dust, their shapes could not be distinguished. There were also a lot of scattered carriage luggage, rusty knives and rotten arrows, a mess after the war.

"My lord, it's the escape route..."

Guo Luquan had already put away the paper figurine and returned to the formation, and whispered to Wang Xuan: "There is no mechanism, and there is no ghost, it looks like it has been raided by someone long ago."

Wang Xuan nodded, thoughtfully.

It seems that the collapse of the Yinshan Sect has hidden a lot of inside information, but it has become a murderous place after years of changes. I am afraid that the people at the time have long forgotten it.

When the Great Wei Dynasty collapsed, the mountains and rivers were full of smoke and smoke. I don’t know how many cases like this happened.

After about one stick of incense, there was finally fresh air and the sound of wind ahead.

The entrance of the cave was not covered, and after coming out, it turned out to be an ancient hall, but the roof had already disappeared, and the surroundings were full of ruins, overgrown with weeds, and there were many scorched black giant trees and rusty swords scattered around.

Soldiers of the Soushan Army leaped up to the surrounding walls, drew their bows and observed intently, and were surprised to find that they had arrived on the hill in the center of the ancient battlefield.

Looking around, you can see murderous corpses wandering slowly in the ruins of the ancient battlefield. Sometimes the wind howls, and dark soldiers cross the border with murderous aura, but it seems that none of them can be seen.

"Hidden Mountain Sect sect..."

Wang Xuan had already guessed in his heart, picked up the three-eyed beauty's head in his hand and said in a deep voice: "You are not a simple evil thing, the matter has come to this, it is better to make it clear as soon as possible, my patience is limited."

Mrs. Bai's eyes were uncertain, and she glanced at the back of the hall, "There is a stone statue over there, with a painting sealed on the back, you will know when you take it out..."

Wang Xuan nodded, and led the crowd to the apse.

I saw a huge stone sculpture lying down among the weeds. Although its arms and limbs were broken, it could be vaguely seen that it was a seductive mountain ghost with a graceful body, leopard tail and sharp claws, and its eyebrows were somewhat similar to Mrs. Bai.

Guo Shouqing looked at the collapsed censer, shocked in his eyes, "It's the technique of conferring the gods!"

Her expression became solemn in an instant, and she said in a deep voice: "Lieutenant Wang, the matter is of great importance, please let the sergeants disperse, there are some things, the less people know, the better."

Wang Xuan's face was calm, and he nodded slightly to Mo Huaixian.

"Spread out, set up camp on the spot, and explore the surroundings!"

Mo Huaixian understood, and immediately ordered the soldiers to search for the ruins.

They are all human beings, and the matter of conferring the gods will affect the fate of the Great Yan. It is better to stay away from the Yong'an Military Mansion with such a small body.

The apse quickly quieted down. Guo Shouqing first lit a talisman, looked around with radiance in his eyes, then looked at Mrs. Bai's head, and said in a deep voice: "The Hidden Mountain Sect secretly worshiped mountain ghosts, but this place has been abandoned for several years. For a hundred years, if you are a mountain god, how can you keep your soul immortal?"

Madam Bai looked at Guo Shouqing, with a strange smile on her lips, "You know a lot, but you guessed wrong. I'm not a mountain ghost. Just take out the painting and you'll know."

Guo Shouqing's eyes were fixed, and he jumped to the back wall of the mountain ghost stone statue, first knocked a few times, and then swung his palm, immediately smashed stones, and a long dark space appeared.

There is a sandalwood box inside, engraved with various charms, after such a long time, it is still smooth and smooth, without a trace of decay.

"Lightning strikes sycamore wood..."

Guo Shouqing frowned slightly, opened the wooden box and took out a painting scroll.

Slowly spread out, I saw a woman in white on the painting, playing the piano leisurely on the boulder under the tree, the fallen flowers are colorful, her temperament is gentle and charming, and she is actually very similar to the three-eyed banshee.

Wang Xuan and Guo Shouqing looked at each other, completely confused.

"whee…"

Suddenly, a cloud of yin qi shot out from the eyebrows of the three-eyed banshee and fell into the painting, and immediately the whole painting became vivid and extraordinary.

Wang Xuan had an illusion that the woman in the painting actually raised her head and smiled sweetly at him.

"It's painting the soul!"

Guo Shouqing frowned slightly, and said to Wang Xuan in a deep voice: "This is the secret art of the painter's school. It can seal ghosts in paintings. It can be used in righteous ways to seal evil spirits. It can be used in evil ways to drive painting souls to kill people..."

Just as I was talking, the picture scroll suddenly buzzed and vibrated, and the cloudy air and white mist scattered in all directions. The woman in white in the painting floated out, looked at the two people, first let out a long sigh, then shook her head and said: "All calculations are in vain, and now I only have a wisp Jingmei Yinhun, if you have any questions, just ask."

Wang Xuan's eyes narrowed, "Who the hell are you?"

He could feel that after the banshee entered the portrait, her aura suddenly weakened a lot. Although her soul was still strong, she lost her body. Whether he or Guo Shouqing, she could easily kill her.

The woman in white looked around the hall, a trace of nostalgia flashed in her eyes.

"My origin is quite strange to say the least."

"Many years ago, I was originally a ghost in the mountains. Because I practiced all the year round, I occasionally helped the disciples of the Yinshan Sect who were in distress. After my death, I was enshrined as a mountain god by them to suppress the sect's great formation, and my spirit was gradually diluted by the incense."

"The last suzerain entered the court and married a woman from the Bai family. The husband and wife loved each other and the sect flourished. It was a moment of prosperity. However, his wife went crazy in her cultivation. After her death, the suzerain was mad and missed, so she became evil and secretly asked the painter to show her painting spirit. technique, restraining the madam's remnant soul, hiding it in the statue, trying to make up for the missing remnant soul with the technique of conferring the gods..."

"What a joke!"

Guo Shouqing frowned when he heard the words, "The way of the soul contains the mysteries of heaven and earth, even if one cultivates to be an immortal, one cannot escape life and death. I have never heard of anyone being able to revive a remnant soul."

The woman in white smiled slightly, ignored her, and continued to talk.

"When I woke up, there was already a turmoil outside, and the sound of killing was loud. Unfortunately, the spirit was still weak, and I only dared to hide in secret. After another 200 years, this ancient battlefield was formed. Although it is considered safe to stay here, I escaped after all. But when the thunder strikes, in order to save my life, I have no choice but to stay away and seek the way of life."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Wang Xuan, with a weird smile on his lips,
"I am the spirit of painting soul. I have some memories of Mrs. Bai and some memories of Shangui, but I am not them. Tell me, what am I?"

Hearing the bizarre origin of the painting spirit, Wang Xuan and Guo Shouqing were shocked.

After a long while, Guo Shouqing shook his head slightly, "I am a mortal, even if I become an Earth Immortal, I am nothing more than a fly between heaven and earth. You can see all the mysteries of this world clearly, and your origin is considered extraordinary..."

After that, he said with solemn eyes: "It doesn't matter, let me ask you, do you know the art of conferring the mountain god?"

(End of this chapter)