The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 707 Chain
The Taoist priest in front of me is weird. Could it be that he is really the old villain Chunshen in disguise?

Jiang Liu'er hid the dagger in his sleeve and said nonchalantly, "Since it's the order of the True Martial God, I'll give it a try."

Taoist Qingsong was overjoyed: "General, you understand the righteousness. With the blood seal, the evil spirit will never be able to harm the world again."

Jiang Liuer said, "Open the door, let me see where the evil god is sealed. Let me help you. I was almost killed by that squid monster in Edo just now!"

Taoist Qingsong was about to order someone to open the temple door when a Taoist boy advised him:

"Uncle Master, we absolutely dare not open this hall. Our ancestor, the Heavenly Master, warned us not to open it without permission from now on. Now that the True Martial God is gone, if we release demons, we will all be guilty of any consequences. Let's wait for Master to return."

Qingsong disagreed and said, "The True Martial God told me in a dream that Jiang Liu'er is the reincarnation of the Wrathful Vajra. His energy and blood are extremely yang and pure. He is the only one who can seal the Demon King. Even if Master comes back, he will do the same."

"I have my own ideas. If anything goes wrong, I will take the full responsibility. You don't need to say anything more!"

The Taoist boy continued, "Even so, this hall cannot be opened, for fear of causing harm and causing injury to others."

Qingsong was furious: "How foolish! This general is an official appointed by the court. If you don't open the door to him and seal the evil god, when he returns to the court, I will first report you and others for your treachery and for not allowing him to see the True Martial God. Then I will report you for secretly setting up this temple, falsely claiming to imprison the Demon King, and inciting the military and civilians. I will strip you all of your certificates of ordination and exile you to a remote and desolate military prefecture to suffer. Who will save you then?"

"I……"

Jiang Liuer was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

The Taoist boy was frightened and dared not speak.

Seeing that everyone's attitude had softened, Qingsong struck while the iron was hot and said:

"General, you are so compassionate. It was by chance that I came to the Demon Suppression Palace today. It was a coincidence that I sealed it with blood. It is also our merit and good fortune. Amitabha."

The Taoists were afraid of Jiang Liuer's power and the uncle's aggressiveness, so they had no choice but to agree and called a few Taoist fire workers to come and remove the cover first and use the iron hammer to open the lock.

I pushed the door open and looked inside. It was pitch black, but I saw:
Dull and silent, searching the darkness. Hundreds of years have passed without sunlight, a million years without the moon's shadow. Unable to distinguish north from south, how can one discern east from west? Black smoke chills the air, chilling the body. Where no one has gone, spirits roam. Averting your eyes is like being blind, extending your hands reveals no palm.

Jiang Liu'er sucked in a breath of cold air, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. After all, he came from a military background, so he couldn't be timid at this moment. He had to see what tricks Taoist Qingsong would play.

So they all went into the temple together, and it was so dark that they could not see anything.

Taoist Qingsong ordered his men to light a dozen torches. When they shone a little light on the area, they found nothing on the four sides except a stone tablet in the center, about five or six feet high, with a stone turtle sitting cross-legged underneath, most of it sunken in the mud.

Looking at the stele, the front was filled with dragon and phoenix characters, heavenly script and talismans, which no one could recognize.

When looking at the back of the stele, there was a large inscription in real Chinese characters, which read "Seal when encountering flow".

Everything is destined by heaven. It must be that the evil god has revived and demons are bound to appear. Secondly, the fate of Da Qi is full of misfortunes, so demons are bound to appear. Thirdly, it is a coincidence that I meet Jiang Liuer. Isn't this destiny!
Taoist Qingsong looked at these four words and laughed heartily, saying, "General, please see this. This must have been the divine prediction made by the True Martial God hundreds of years ago. Knowing that you would come here today, I followed the will of Heaven. The True Martial God's spirit in heaven must also be pleased."

Jiang Liu'er felt dizzy and had no energy to listen to Taoist Qingsong's nagging, so he hurried out of the hall.

Taoist Qingsong saw this and grabbed his sleeve, saying anxiously, "Hundreds of years ago, the general's name was inscribed here. 'Seal it when it encounters a current' clearly instructs the general to seal the demon with blood. We've come this far, why are you retreating? Are you afraid?"

Jiang Liu'er was under forty years old after all, and provoked by him, he blurted out:
"Who have I, Jiang Liu'er, ever feared? Even a squid monster the size of a black tower was killed by me with just a few punches and kicks. So what if I bleed?"

Taoist Qingsong smiled and said, "Exactly, exactly! I think the Demon King and the Evil God are all just under the stone tablet, but I can't see the golden lock that suppresses the demon yet."

Jiang Liuer asked, "What is the Demon Locking Golden Lock?"

The Taoist explained, "When Zhu Yuanzhang ascended the throne in Nanjing, he was afraid that others would seize the Zhu family's territory, so he appointed Liu Bowen, who was proficient in feng shui, to search for dragon veins in various places and destroy them one by one..."

Jiang Liu'er couldn't help but interrupt, "Master, are you saying that Liu Bowen has also been to Japan?"

Taoist Qingsong said seriously, "That's right."

Jiang Liuer was speechless.

"When Liu Bowen arrived at Baxian Mountain, he saw that the dragon energy here was extremely strong, even stronger than Zhu Yuanzhang's. He decided to destroy the dragon vein, but it was not easy. Liu Bowen spread a rumor among the local Japanese people, saying that making clay figurines with clay from Baxian Mountain would bring wealth."

"So the Japanese went to dig up the Eight Immortals Mountain to make clay figurines. Soon, Longshan was dug beyond recognition, the dragon vein was destroyed, and the dragon's power was greatly reduced. However, the dragon energy did not completely dissipate, so Liu Bowen dug a "Dragon Locking Well" here, sealed the dragon vein tightly with an iron chain, and instigated the daimyo to build this temple on the well." Jiang Liu'er was confused by what he heard, and Taoist Qingsong had already begun to arrange the excavation.

"Come on, call a few more firemen and others to dig with pickaxes and shovels."

The Taoists hurriedly advised, "Uncle Master, don't dig! It might cause harm and hurt people. It's not safe."

The Taoist priest was furious and shouted, "You juniors, what are you saving for? The stele clearly says to seal it when it encounters a flood. How can you stop it?!"

The Taoists had no choice but to gather everyone together, put the stone tablet down, and work together to dig out the stone turtle. It took them half a day to dig it out.

After digging further, about three or four feet deep, they found a large bluestone slab that could be surrounded by the abbot.

They ordered him to start digging again. The Taoists again pleaded, "Don't dig!"

Qingsong refused to listen, so everyone lifted the stone slab together and saw a deep well underneath.

The Dragon Locking Well is right in front of us.

The well was about two meters wide, and an iron chain as thick as an arm hung from the well mouth. Taoist Qingsong was overjoyed:
"This is the demon-suppressing chain, General! Hurry! I'll pull it out, and you cut your finger and drip blood onto it!"

Jiang Liuer was still in a daze.

Taoist Qingsong tried to pull the chain, but it was impossible to move it!
Everyone stepped forward together, and more than a dozen people tried their best, but still failed to pull out the chain.

Suddenly, the well water began to churn and a fishy smell came out.

From the bottom of the well came a sound like that of a cow.

"The evil god is about to emerge. General, don't hesitate! Seal it with blood! Quick!"

The dragon's roar was as loud as thunder, and it was getting closer and closer to the wellhead. Seeing that the evil god was trying to break free from the well, the Taoists knew that they had caused a big disaster. Now that things had come to this, they could no longer blame their Uncle Qingsong. They had no choice but to try their best and knelt beside Jiang Liuer to beg.

"General, please act quickly! Save us!"

Jiang Liu'er was still hesitating when Taoist Qingsong suddenly raised his dagger, grabbed his finger, and slashed it down.

Blood flowed out and fell on the rusty iron chain.

Just like a drop of water falling into boiling oil, the next moment, the well water began to boil!
Everyone looked at each other.

Jiang Liuer ignored the pain in his fingers and lay down at the edge of the well looking down.

But when the rusty iron chain touched his blood drops, it immediately emitted thousands of golden lights, as if it was burning.

An ominous premonition came over Jiang Liuer.

When I looked back, the inscription on the stone tablet I had just dug up turned out to be "Meet the River and Open"

"Oh no, I've messed up."

There was a loud scraping sound from the well, a sound that was quite loud, just like:
The sky crumbled, the earth collapsed, mountains shook and collapsed. On the Qiantang River, the tide surged out of the sea gate; atop Mount Taihua, the giant spirit split the peak and shattered it. Gonggong, enraged, tore off his helmet and knocked down Mount Buzhou; a powerful warrior, with his flying hammer, shattered the First Emperor's chariot. A single gust of wind snapped thousands of bamboo poles, and thunder roared in the middle of the night among a hundred thousand soldiers.

After the loud sound, a black gas rolled up from the well and collapsed half of the corner of the temple.

The black gas rushed up into the sky and dispersed into hundreds of golden lights in the air, going in all directions.

Everyone was startled and started shouting. They all ran away, leaving behind their hoes and shovels, and rushed out of the hall, knocking over countless things.

Jiang Liu'er's eyes were wide open, he was at a loss, and his face was pale.

Taoist Qingsong, who had just urged everyone to dig the well, had long since disappeared.

(End of this chapter)