The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 182 The Old Corpse Driving Inn

Perhaps because Qiu Sheng had been pinching it, the rag doll reacted after a while.

He just waved his hand at first, and then, as if coming to his senses, he jumped onto Qiu Sheng's palm:

"Qiu Sheng, my friend, don't be anxious. You can listen to my explanation."

Seeing this rag doll trying to explain, Qiu Sheng continued to stare at him, then gestured:
"Go ahead, let me see how you want to explain it."

Seeing that Qiu Sheng's temper seemed to have subsided, the rag doll finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he subconsciously glanced at the black-clad figure sitting near the side of the boat, and then he spoke carefully:
"The reason why I seem to be intermittent now is because the power of the old man sitting near the boat is too strong."

"Even if you just stand near him, there will occasionally be a special power surging inside this rag doll."

"At that time, I couldn't control this rag doll at all, so it was naturally intermittent."

At the end, even Blake waved his hands helplessly.

He simply had no other choice.

"Uh...Is that so? Okay, I forgive you."

After knowing the reason, Qiu Sheng seemed a little embarrassed, but he quickly covered it up.

Then he threw Blake into his bag and watched the boat quietly move upstream.

For several days.

The boat moved very slowly on the water.

When they finally arrived at the location indicated by Uncle Qi, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but look at the environment here in surprise:

"Wow! Aren't these trees so lush? The environment here looks a bit primitive."

"There's not a single human hair to be seen. Uncle Seven, how on earth did you find this ancient place?"

Although Mama took turns rowing with him along the way, they were not walking along the main river channel.

The road was winding and swaying from side to side.

If it weren't for their Seventh Uncle giving them guidance and telling them how to navigate the river, they really wouldn't have known that there were so many twists and turns in the river.

Qiu Sheng was confused when he reached this point. If he were asked to row back, he might get lost.

Looking at this somewhat primitive land with lush vegetation, Song Feng, who was walking on the river beach, paused slightly:
"Just follow me, you won't get lost..."

Watching his seventh uncle walking along the forest path with ease, Qiu Sheng took two steps forward curiously.

at the same time.

Mamadi and Uncle Jiu looked at each other, and then the two brothers who usually didn't get along quickly followed:

"Hmph!"×2
Continuing on their way, under the guidance of their seventh uncle, they soon arrived at a large and dense forest.

However, when they walked through the dense, dark forest that made it impossible to see the sky, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but be a little surprised:
"So there are actually people living in this barren place?"

Looking closely, I saw that there seemed to be a very dilapidated wooden house in the forest in front of me.

The house covers a very large area.

What’s even more amazing is that this is a second-floor attic, and it has all the necessary door plaques and even door gods posted.

If it weren't in this remote place in the mountains and forests where no one lives, I would have really thought it was some mansion.

"I really don't know why they have to be so formal in this deep mountain forest. Could this be some famous mansion?"

When he said this, Qiu Sheng started to complain. After all, it was such a remote place that it might be difficult for others to find it.

That's it, there is no need to build a gate, let alone any decorations.

Seeing this peculiar courtyard layout, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but frown slightly, and then he stretched out his hand to interrupt Qiu Sheng's next complaint:

"This is not a mansion, but a real corpse-driving inn, left behind by the older generation. It's a real inn!"

When he said this, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but become serious:

"I didn't expect that after so many years, there is actually an inn built by the older generation that is still in operation in the deep mountains."

"These older generations of inns are very particular about rules. If you accidentally break a taboo, it's easy to attract mountain spirits and ghosts. Be careful with your words next time."

After hearing Uncle Jiu's words and seeing how serious he was, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but shut his mouth:

"Okay Master, I'll be careful."

But after he finished speaking, he looked at his master curiously, and then asked softly:
"Speaking of which, Master, what exactly is this corpse-driving inn like? It's built deep in the mountains and forests. Don't they really want to stop communicating with people?"

Even in an inn like this built deep in the mountains, he couldn't imagine how these people lived.

The most important point is where the food comes from. Can they really practice fasting and seclusion?

After hearing Qiu Sheng's question, Uncle Jiu looked at his mother next to him:

"Mom, do you still remember the old generation's corpse-driving inn?"

Seeing Uncle Jiu's eyes signaling, Mommy looked unhappy:

"Don't think that just because you are more advanced than me, I can't do anything to you. I also read a lot of books in the Sutra Library back then."

When he said this, he paused, and then pulled Qiu Sheng over:

"Your master is not good enough. I, your uncle, am the real expert in this area. I am no joke after traveling all over the country for so many years."

When talking about traveling around the country, Mamadi couldn't help but reveal a hint of pride on her face.

Although he has not achieved much in all these years, he is confident because he has traveled to many places.

The more you see, the more you know.

Being able to survive in the underworld for so many years without getting killed is a kind of skill, enough to be called a veteran in the underworld.

Seeing Mamadi's attitude, Qiu Sheng first glanced at his master, then carefully approached:
"Then Uncle Master, please tell me quickly, what is going on with this corpse-driving inn?"

When he encountered something he didn't know, he was naturally very curious. After all, the purpose of this trip was to broaden his horizons.

Seeing Qiu Sheng approaching, Mama looked at Uncle Jiu proudly, and then said complacently:
"Legend has it that this practice of corpse-carrying originated from the ancient war god Chi You, who brought many soldiers who died in battle back home for burial. This practice is considered the ancestor of the corpse-carrying tradition."

"And this old generation of corpse-driving inns is built deep in the mountains, among mountain spirits and ghosts, and is a place for many corpse-driving Taoists to rest."

He paused when he got to this point, then cleared his throat and continued:
"Of course, the older generation of corpse-driving Taoist priests mentioned here are basically the predecessors from hundreds of years ago."

"Whenever there is troubled times and dynasties change, that is when the corpse-driving Taoist priests are most prosperous. However, when troubled times come, there are many mountain spirits and ghosts, and ordinary mages naturally find it difficult to pass through the roads." "At this time, some high-level corpse-driving mages will spontaneously build corpse-driving inns in the mountains to suppress the local people."

"This is the origin of the old generation of corpse-driving inns that your master mentioned."

When he said this, even though Mamadi had no beard, he subconsciously touched his chin as if he was stroking his beard.

He looked very confident.

Hearing his mother say this, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but look surprised:

"If that's the case, then the buildings in this deep mountain must be hundreds of years old?"

"No wonder this house looks so old to me. It turns out this house is really an antique!"

After hearing what Qiu Sheng said, Uncle Jiu nodded seriously, and then said softly:
"The biggest difference between the old generation of corpse-driving inns and the ones built later is that they really suppress demons."

"Although your uncle often drives corpses to wild inns in the mountains, most of the inns he stays in are new charity houses established by brothers from Maoshan and various sects."

"It doesn't matter whether the new charity cemeteries built by the later masters are dilapidated or whether there are people suppressing them."

"After all, no matter how good the charity cemetery is, it's just a house. If it's destroyed, we can just rebuild it."

When he said this, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but pause, his face became solemn, and then he looked at the corpse-driving inn in front of him from afar:
"But the older generation of corpse-driving inns are very different. Back then, they overcame all difficulties and suppressed the demons in one area. Only then could they open up the bottleneck of the corpse-driving road."

"That's why every corpse-driving inn not only suppresses demons, but is also the gateway to various ancient corpse-driving roads."

"It's a shortcut used by corpse-driving Taoist priests in the spirit world to pass by on foot."

"I just wonder if the ancient road that those corpse-driving Taoist priests used to follow is still passable after so many years..."

When it comes to the end, even Uncle Jiu is a little uncertain. After all, this thing takes too long and who knows what changes may happen.

Under normal circumstances, if an ancient inn like this Yin Yang Road is not opened for ten years, demons and monsters will be born.

For a road like this that hasn’t been traveled for hundreds of years, who knows what’s inside?
Just when Mamadi and Uncle Jiu were taking turns teaching Qiu Sheng the knowledge on the path of cultivation.

Song Feng was seen walking to the intersection ahead, then he took out his cane and gently knocked on a bronze gong hanging on the tree:
"Boom~"

A crisp sound suddenly rang out.

Although the gong looks rusty, its sound still spreads far and wide.

Just at this time.

The corpse-driving inn, which originally looked extremely shabby and closed, suddenly opened its door:
"crunch~"

The next moment, a very old, skinny and blind old man, who could hardly even straighten his back, walked out tremblingly.

Walking out of the corpse-driving inn, I saw the old man shouting in an old voice:

"But the master has arrived?"

Hearing his forced shout, Song Feng also responded:

"I'm on my way, so I'd like to stay at your inn for the night!"

Hearing this, the old man was delighted, and immediately picked up the bowl next to him and scattered the food around the inn:

"Please wait for a moment, Master. I will clear the way for you."

The white rice was scattered in all directions.

After a while, a thin layer of white rice was scattered in front of the door of the corpse-carrying inn.

Seeing this, both Qiu Sheng and Jiu Shu's mother looked at the old man's actions seriously.

It’s amazing, they had never seen such an ancient inn before. This really broadened their horizons.

"The distinguished guest has arrived. Please move aside and make way for the distinguished guest to come in~"

After scattering the white rice, the one-eyed old man began to shout tremblingly, and then he grabbed a handful of paper money and scattered it:

"Open the door~"

The old man's loud shout echoed in the forest, and then the paper money was seen spinning in the air.

But in the blink of an eye, the paper money fell to the ground and stuck to the white rice:

"boom!"

A hint of dark energy flashed across the flat ground.

Then, one saw that the scattered paper money suddenly turned into ashes, and the white rice no longer had any fragrance.

Seeing this, Uncle Jiu, who had already opened his third eye, couldn't help but reveal a hint of surprise in his eyes, and vaguely saw a hint of understanding:

"So that's how it is... So that's how it is... No wonder there are so many rules in the Corpse Driving Inn. All the seniors are really talented!"

"The methods and rules by which these people, ghosts, monsters and demons live in harmony are probably the result of many predecessors' continuous reforms over the years."

At this moment, seeing the yellow papers dissipate, the one-eyed old man came out:
"It has been many years since we have seen you, my dear guests. I am sorry for neglecting you. I hope you will forgive me."

Seeing that this old man was still bowing to them at such an old age, Uncle Jiu and Mama hurriedly helped him up:
"No, no, we are the ones who disturbed you."

When dealing with demons and monsters, they naturally take drastic measures and suppress them as quickly as possible with thunder-like means.

But this is an old man, and this virtue of respecting the elderly and loving the young is something he always keeps in mind even if his mother is a little bit careless.

Seeing Uncle Jiu and the others helping the old man up, Song Feng nodded, and then said softly:
"We have been walking for a long time. I don't know if the ancient road for carrying corpses is still open. Can you walk it again, Mr. Walker?"

After hearing Song Feng's question, the one-eyed old man also became serious:

"Don't worry, distinguished guest. Although this ancient corpse-carrying road has not been walked by distinguished guests for many years, this road is now very smooth."

"From ancient times to the present, this corpse-carrying road has been maintained by our ancestors. Although the road is desolate, it has not been cut off."

"So many years have passed. If it weren't for the distinguished guests coming here, I would have thought that we had been forgotten by the world."

When he said this, a trace of vicissitudes appeared on the face of the one-eyed old man.

When he said this, the one-eyed old man seemed to remember something and quickly welcomed them in:
"Dear guests, please don't stand outside. Let's go inside and talk about anything."

"There are two worlds inside and outside this house, and the corpse-driving inn is not connected. If you stay outside for too long and your yang energy leaks out, you might violate some taboos."

There is only one chapter today, so please go to bed early, everyone.

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