My enemies became my companions

Chapter 538: Chu Tomb (Three-in-one extra chapter)

Even if ordinary people die, they may not know that they are dead. They still think they are not dead, but their thoughts are more or less confused and not very clear.

If a person is buried hastily, the soul will see itself being buried alive without being able to figure out what is going on. Naturally, it will become resentful and endure the pain of having its bones and soul burned, turning into a fierce ghost.

This is why we keep vigil. People may not know that someone has died, but when they see a large group of distant relatives who they rarely see on weekdays coming to the banquet excitedly, they know that someone must have died.

Hey, why is that person me?

The deceased will then suddenly realize, oh, it turns out that this group of people are here to eat my feast.

The tide is coming in the Qiantang River. Today I know that I am myself. This is what Buddhism calls the understanding of the original mind. Once you reach this point, you are not far from enlightenment.

Donggong Ruoshu found that he was walking as fast as flying, which he had never walked so fast before, and he felt that he might be dead.

At this time, Chen Yi shone the firelight on himself and found that he had no shadow, so he knew that he was dead.

Even though the Broken Swordsman's sword intent had the power to kill the immortals, it was ultimately just a wisp of sword intent. How could a single sword be able to defeat a landslide and the cracking of the earth? Donggong Ruoshu remembered that his eyes went dark, and he was unable to get up, and was completely submerged by the torrent.

In the light of the fire, Donggong Ruoshu saw the elongated shadows of Chen Yi and Yin Tingxue, and felt regretful when he realized that they were not dead.

Will I be lonely if I am the only one who becomes a ghost?

Fortunately, she lived a heartless life, so there is no need to be too sad after her death.

Hearing this ridiculous idea, Yin Tingxue was stunned for a moment, and finally said, "Sister Donggong, why are you..."

"I don't know either. It just happened like this in an instant." Donggong Ruoshu shook his body and said.

The soul is illusory and fleeting, but it has a form. Even as a ghost, Miss Donggong still has a proud figure, which makes the little fox unable to compare with her.

Chen Yi also came back to his senses and was confused, but although he had jumped up and down in the underworld, he had no experience of being a ghost. He just felt that something was wrong.

Chen Yi hesitated for a moment, his mind sinking into the ground, "What's going on?"

Yin Tingxue tilted her ear slightly.

Chen Yi always seemed to be talking to someone. There was someone hiding in the field beside him, but the voice was very old, so Yin Tingxue didn't pay much attention to it.

In the square, the old saint replied slowly: "This girl is not ordinary. She knew she was dead the moment she died. Not only did she not have any resentment, but she also did not have much joy, anger, or sadness. She was neither sad nor happy, neither stupid nor angry. She looked a bit like... a bodhisattva."

Chen Yi raised his eyebrows slightly. He had the greatest conflict with Bodhisattvas in his life. Since he got involved in these things, he had never encountered even a single good thing.

But it is meaningless to dwell on these things. Chen Yi said, "Old man, weren't you dug out from these places? Or do you suggest that I go to a higher place to check the situation?"

"I have been staying in the cauldron, but I didn't know there would be such a big commotion." The old saint sensed Dong Gong Ruo Shu with her spiritual sense and said in amazement: "Her soul is intact, without any injuries. I think she didn't feel any pain when she died. Her body is likely still intact."

The three words "euthanasia" popped into Chen Yi's mind. Although the wording was not precise, it was probably not much different.

In this case, as long as the body has not decayed, there should still be a chance of survival.

Thinking of this, Chen Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

He said, "Miss Donggong, do you know where you were rushed to?"

Donggong Ruoshu said honestly: "I don't know."

Asking her would be like fortune-telling. Chen Yi was mentally prepared for her answer.

"So what do you remember?"

Donggong Ruoshu said: "I just remember that I seemed to roll around in there, and then I was blown out by a strong wind."

Chen Yi kept her words in mind, then pinched his fingertips to tell fortunes. His magic power flowed, and thin spiritual energy gradually gathered.

The hexagram points to the north, which is the depths of the tomb.

There was a mural painted on the top of his head, with mottled colors, and only the vague outline could be vaguely made out. It was a picture of a god with ear-snakes. Chen Yi had seen it in the underground palace, so Xia Qi presented it in the image of a god with ear-snakes stepping on a dragon.

Chen Yi looked over there. The broken altar was still quietly broken. Behind the altar stood a corpse covered with fine feathers, each feather standing upright. The flames flickered, as if a statue of a god with faded paint was leaning over and staring at the ants.

For some reason, Chen Yi's throat suddenly tightened. The corpse in front of him was clearly dead, and all the blood had been drained. Only shriveled skin was left attached to the bones. But standing there, he felt as if he was being pressed down by a mountain, making his back ache.

The eye sockets were hollow and deep, revealing endless darkness; the lips were wide open, telling something silently.

A feeling of uneasiness swept through Chen Yi's heart, and he stared silently.

"Have you figured out what it is?" asked the old saint.

"what?"

"Feathers...the feathers on their bodies." The old saint took a deep breath and said slowly: "Feathering...feathering into immortals?"

Ancient immortal?

Chen Yi suddenly confirmed and was shocked. Even though countless immortals had died at his hands, he had never seen such an ancient immortal with feathers all over his body, and he had never thought that they were all buried in this underground palace.

What kind of person could be buried with the immortals from ancient times?
Chen Yi felt awe in his heart, and the old saint continued, "This is the tomb of Chu."

"How did you get it?"

"That... that is the water god of Chu, Yuqiang..."

Chen Yi looked in the direction the old saint said, and saw a pattern of a human face, a bird body, two green snakes on his ears, and two red snakes on his feet at the intact north corner of the altar.

"'I am a descendant of Emperor Gaoyang, and my father is called Boyong.' This is Chu, and the Chu people worship Zhuanxu as their ancestor. Yuqiang assisted Zhuanxu in managing the Northern Kingdom of Xuanming." The old saint said slowly: "Witches and ghosts are prevalent in Chu. During the Spring and Autumn Period, many gods that were no longer worshipped in the Central Plains were worshipped by the Chu people."

Chen Yi suddenly realized that the White Lotus Rebellion was so fierce and sudden, and it was all caused by the secret realm. No one had expected it in advance.

If so, they must have discovered the secret realm of ancient Chu, and therefore had the ability to stir up a religious rebellion.

The Chu people liked to worship ghosts and gods, and it just so happened that the White Lotus Sect was the best at exorcising gods and ghosts.

"You said that behind the White Lotus Sect... could there be a god who has been dug out?"

The old saint replied: "It's hard to say."

Just two short words, even though he was not sure, caused a storm in Chen Yi's heart.

When thoughts fluctuate.

A slight creaking sound was heard, and in the corner of his eye, the corpses perched high behind the altar seemed to be slowly expanding. Only then did Chen Yi realize that the feathers of all the corpses were moving without wind, and the down feathers that should have been hardened were surging layer by layer.

The lips of the immortal on the seat moved slowly, as if he was speaking.

A breeze blew by, and Chen Yi heard a few words:
"Soul, come back...how far is it?"

..........
Soul, please come back, why are you still staying far away?
Chen Yi walked slowly forward holding a torch, feeling quite uneasy. He knew that the White Lotus Sect mixed various gods and Buddhas, and its doctrines were shallow. People said that its followers were dull and obsessed, and all gods were worshipped as White Lotus gods. But he could not imagine that the White Lotus Sect could actually dig up such an ancient tomb.

This is certainly because the world is about to be in chaos, but there are so many people in the world who like to rob tombs and steal gold, but to be able to rob a place like this, you still need some skills. The important thing is that the land of Chu is vast, and the White Lotus Sect was able to confirm the location of this place, which is quite intriguing.

Chen Yi had to think deeply about which ancient god the "Mother of the Unborn" behind the White Lotus Sect was.

Yin Tingxue followed closely behind Chen Yi and asked in a low voice: "Chen Yi...where are those people?"

"I don't know, maybe they are all dead." Chen Yi said.

Yin Tingxue frowned and said nothing.

Chen Yi knew that she was naturally compassionate, so he just sighed softly. The most important thing right now was to find Donggong Ruoshu's body.

The silly girl followed, looking around with great interest, not nervous at all, as if she was on a spring outing.

Chen Yi walked in front holding a torch. Different from what he saw in the underground palace, there were no jade and bronze vessels scattered around the corners of the tomb passage, nor were there any bones of corpses buried alive. In fact, from the bodies of several immortals that he saw when he entered, Chen Yi had never seen any other corpses here, and there were no coffins for burial along the way.

Only the endless murals.

A phoenix pecking a snake, a dragon incarnating into a fish, a crane standing on deer horns, a human body with a snake head, the densely packed and continuous murals seem to have been painted with one stroke, with no breaks in between, which makes one's scalp tingle.

Going deeper into the tomb passage, there was an unusual silence all around. Chen Yi could only hear their breathing and footsteps. He had reached the third level and had sharp ears and eyes, but in such a large space, he could not hear any other sounds.

Deep and profound.

The gods on the murals were great and silent. After walking for an unknown amount of time, Chen Yi saw a stone wall at the end of the tomb passage, which was engraved with dense patterns, like a palace gate. The murals extending from the hall to the end of the tomb passage ended here.

The door cracked open to a point that was only wide enough for three or four people to pass through. Chen Yi immediately entered through the door. After turning around the door, the scene in front of him suddenly became empty, as if it was a world of its own.

Chen Yi's gaze extended inside. The altar was round with hideous cracks. It was decorated to look like the Temple of Heaven, with all kinds of decorative ritual objects such as curtains, bronze tripods, incense burners, banners, etc. However, there was nothing on the central platform.

There are only ancient and complicated symbols on the altar, with red lacquer as the base and patterns painted in black and gold.

"This is……"

"Zhurong is the altar for worshipping the ancient fire god Zhurong." The old saint girl suddenly said, "The Chu people call themselves descendants of Zhurong. It is said in a poem, 'I am a descendant of Emperor Gaoyang, and my father's son.'"

"Zhu Rong?"

Chen Yi murmured, in today's world, Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism are the three coexisting religions, and the rest are all nine classes. No one has cared about the things in ancient times, and they are hidden in a few words. He doesn't know much more than ordinary people. He only vaguely remembers that in ancient times, Gonggong and Zhuanxu competed for the throne. Gonggong was so angry that he crashed into Mount Buzhou, breaking the pillars of heaven and cracking the gates of heaven.

Thinking of this, Chen Yi suddenly asked, "Old man, who is the 'Emperor' you are talking about?"

"Gao Yang, or... Zhuan Xu."

Chen Yi's expression slightly changed, and he immediately asked, "What is the relationship between Zhuanxu and Zhurong?"

"As far as I know, Zhuanxu is Zhurong, or... one of the Zhurongs." The old saint paused and said, "Endless years ago, Zhurong was a god, and the one in his position was Zhurong. Zhuanxu was Zhurong, and Dayu was also Zhurong, in charge of the fire of the world."

After getting the answer, Chen Yi should have nodded in affirmation, but he immediately asked, "How do you know this?" He suddenly thought of something and said slowly, "You Ming and An Shen Sect worship fire, which means you worship Zhu Rong?"

"Fire worship?" The old saint sneered, "We are not just worshipping fire, we are worshipping 'Ming'. Ming means light, that is Ming Zun. We worship everything that has light. It's just that those people think it's strange that we worship fire, so they contemptuously call us Zoroastrianism. But in ancient times, who would be so strange?"

"But you are right about one thing. My religion does have a Zhurong, but he is not called Zhurong, but..." She paused and uttered a few syllables slowly, "Chishi Mingshi."

Chen Yi had two pages of gold paper in his arms, both of which were scriptures of the Divine Religion. He had not studied them carefully yet. Although he had some understanding of the Divine Religion of Light and Darkness, it was not as in-depth as that of the saints. At this moment, he suddenly heard the old saint say that Zhu Rong was the Envoy of the Divine Religion. He was even more confused and could only write it down for the time being.

At this time, Yin Tingxue suddenly shouted:

"People? There are people there! I heard a sound!"

She pulled Chen Yi's clothes and led him to look, and vaguely saw a figure in the depths.

Chen Yi came to his senses, shone the torch over there, looked intently from a distance, and saw the cloth shirt.

It was Chu Yiyuan? !

Chen Yi walked away quickly. The leader of the White Lotus Sect stood there blankly with lifeless eyes, like a figurine. He was not dead, and no one knew what he had experienced. Behind him was a huge bronze door with a dark red color.

"Master Chuxiang?" Chen Yi called out twice in a low voice.

He raised his head in a trance, slowly stretched out his hand towards Chen Yi, with a pale smile on his face.
"Come... follow me..."

His voice trembled as he repeated it several times.

This is soul-loss syndrome. Chen Yi could tell at a glance that he was missing his soul. Chu Yiyuan's lips moved, and he kept repeating that he wanted Chen Yi and the others to follow him.

The bronze door was tightly closed, as if there was something hidden inside. Chu Yiyuan's voice was still ringing in her ears. The longer she listened, the more she felt the urge to follow him.

Chen Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the hexagram. He was not in a hurry to call back Chu Yiyuan's soul.

Instead, he slowly asked, "How do I get in?"

He wanted to see what was hidden inside.

Chu Yiyuan slowly approached the bronze door. The symbols on the door seemed to suddenly begin to seep water. Dark red liquid crawled down along the serpentine patterns. The earthy smell in the air mixed with the smell of rust.

"It's the blood of a sacrifice," said the old saint, "mixed with cinnabar, used to seal the soul."

Chen Yi suddenly thought that he had just heard a phantom sound of summoning the soul from the immortal's corpse, and the bronze door in front of him was smeared with the blood of the sacrificial animal that sealed the soul. The two must be connected.

Summon the soul... summon the soul from afar into this tomb and lock it inside this bronze door?

Chen Yi's expression changed slightly. As soon as a thought came to his mind, many thoughts came into being. Some clues were connected together, giving him many guesses about this place.

The door slowly opened a crack under Chu Yiyuan's hands.

He secretly took out a talisman and stuck it on his body, then said to Chu Yiyuan: "Take us in."

Chu Yiyuan slowly stepped in, his dull face covered with darkness. Chen Yi took a step forward, followed by Yin Tingxue, and Miss Donggong followed in with big strides. But at this moment, Chu Yiyuan suddenly roared:
"You can't go in!"

Donggong Ruoshu was stunned for a moment. Chen Yi looked at her. She scratched her head, wondering why Chu Yiyuan didn't let her in.

Chen Yi was puzzled. Donggong Ruosu couldn't come in because she was a spirit? But the bronze door was smeared with the blood of the soul.

Could it be that... Miss Donggong has already gone in?
Chen Yi suddenly remembered what Donggong Ruoshu said, that she seemed to have rolled around inside and was blown out by a gust of wind, and the hexagram showed that the location of Miss Donggong's body was deep inside.

As the clues were connected, the outline became clearer. Chen Yi curled his lips and smiled. The existence hidden inside... was eating souls, and Donggong Ruoshu's soul was obviously not very delicious.

Chen Yi said: "Wait outside, I'll give you a few talismans, be careful."

After saying that, Chen Yi immediately threw out a few talismans. The words on the yellow paper floated up and fell into Donggong Ruoshu's palm. The stupid girl nodded, turned around and left the underground palace.

Chu Yiyuan slowly turned around and led the way.

Chen Yi pulled Yin Tingxue and followed closely behind without any distraction. Along the way, he saw murals again. The patterns on them were more complex and mysterious than what he had seen before.

When Chu Yiyuan reached the end, the space that suddenly opened up in front of him made Chen Yi stop.

Nine bronze tripods, each two people tall, formed a circle. The bodies of the tripods were covered with bulging eyeball patterns, and all the pupils were facing the central stone platform.

Dozens of figures stood silently on the stage.

They were all members of the White Lotus Sect. They had the same lifeless faces, standing around the stone platform like terracotta warriors. Their eyes were empty and they showed no emotion at all. Chen Yi got goose bumps slightly. Being here, he seemed to feel assimilated.

Moving his eyes upwards, he saw a jade coffin leaning on the stage, the lid of which was cracked into three pieces. One piece was inserted into the ears of the tripod, one piece was pressing a pile of blackened bamboo slips, and the last piece was slanted into the ground. Vine-like blood-red roots were crawling in the cracks, wriggling and rising with the firelight.

"what is that?"

Chen Yi couldn't help but speak out.

Chu Yiyuan's face trembled, he turned his head stiffly, and there was a hint of fanaticism in his lifeless pupils.

"Mother of No Birth, the Homeland of Vacuum..."

He murmured quietly.

Chen Yi narrowed his eyes and decided to go and see for himself.

Wait for him to slowly walk up the stairs.

A chilly wind blew by, and the bronze lamps on both sides suddenly lit up one by one. The flames illuminated the faces of the White Lotus members with a dark green glow, and they suddenly raised their heads.

"Mother of No Birth, the Homeland of Vacuum..."

They suddenly spoke in unison, their voices rising high, like heart-wrenching cries in the chilly wind.

"Mother of No Birth, the Homeland of Vacuum..."

"Great Sima!"

The ghost fire in the hall surged, Chen Yi looked up suddenly, and saw a pale arm slowly hanging down from the coffin, with its knuckles bent backwards and digging into the cracks in the stone. The thing crawled very slowly, and its joints made a crisp sound like wet wood breaking, and its blood-red roots snaked along the edge of the coffin, leaving sticky water marks...
Chen Yi's throat tightened. He smelled a strong earthy smell, like an old grave that had been opened before a rainstorm.

A figure finally sat up in the coffin.

Chen Yi saw the twelve-tassel jade crown, the dried blood stains on the witch-like jade clothes, and the pale and rotten head on the shoulder...

The bronze tripods suddenly trembled together, and the copper bells hanging from the ears of the tripods began to vibrate without wind. However, the sound was not a clear ringing sound, but a whimpering sound similar to a baby crying at night.

The old saint said: "Don't move!"

But it happened so fast.
Chen Yi had already punched out, hammering the dirty thing that had just crawled up back into the coffin!

(End of this chapter)