dragon hunter

Chapter 32 Immortal Mask
"It's amazing. I didn't expect such a brilliant phantom formation to exist in such a small ruined temple." The second uncle opened his eyes, and a carp straightened up and stood up.

"Fatty is scared to death. I had a dream just now, and there was a skeleton chasing me." Fatty Wang was a coward, his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Li Xiaolei and Ma Huangpo opened their eyes, got up without saying a word, and looked around very vigilantly.

"Hey, why is he still lying down?" Zhen Qingyi looked strangely at the bald man with triangular eyes, who was lying on his back against the wall, motionless.

"He's dead!" I walked over and probed the other person's nose, with such an expression on my face.

"Oh my god, why is there an old monk in the temple?" Fatty Wang twitched his cheeks and sprinted behind me.

The old monk sat cross-legged on the ground, counting the rosary beads one by one. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "If you want to know about the human skin brocade clothes and the secrets under the Buddhist hall, listen to me tell a story first."

"Master, please tell me." I knew that the old monk was not simple, so I said in a deep voice.

"When I was born in a cloudy year and a cloudy moon, I was born a dead person." The old monk said in shock, "Master passed by, woke me up, taught me the secret technique of wishing the door, and made me a pair of human leather brocade clothes , let me have a body."

"The feng shui evil master, so it's you!" Zhen Qingyi gritted his teeth, wanting to fight the other party desperately.

I grabbed Zhen Qingyi, knowing that things were not that simple, and told him to wait patiently for the old monk's next words.

"I am a living dead. In order to convey my soul, master made me an immortal mask." The old monk looked calm.

"There are rumors that wearing Zhumen's immortal mask can lead to immortality." Ma Huangpo said in a hoarse voice.

"That's a misunderstanding, because it's just a tool for the living dead like us to send their souls." The old monk explained.

"Then what happened afterwards?" I was gradually attracted by the other party's story.

"The living dead are not immortal, they reincarnate every 30 years." After the old monk finished speaking, he glanced at the bald, triangular-eyed corpse on the ground, "I was already dead, but a group of grave robbers broke into my tomb and woke me up again. .”

It dawned on me that the story finally connected with the old villagers' dictation from here.

"I came here in a daze, and saw a solitary grave in a nearby mass grave, in which was buried a dead baby who was born in a cloudy year just like me."

When the old monk said this, his eyes showed nostalgia, "I thought it was God's will. The story between Master and me will be reproduced here, but I was wrong."

My heart tightened, knowing that a key node had appeared, and I quietly waited for the other party to continue.

"I don't have the skills of a master. The dead baby was tainted with evil spirits, and his temperament was extreme." The old monk recalled the past, "When he was seven years old, he secretly left the village because of the ridicule of the children in the village."

"Could it be..." A guess arose in my heart.

"When I saw him again, it was already many years later. He actually used Zhumen's taboo secret technique to bury himself alive and turn him into a most yin and evil evil spirit."

"Ah!" That bitch Li Xiaolei couldn't help exclaiming.

"He did not know where he learned a whole body of secret arts, saying that he had found a way to live forever. He pulled my soul out of the mask and sealed it in a stone Buddha."

"It turns out that the real Fengshui evil master is him!" I felt that the world was really strange.

"Tell this past, I have nothing to worry about." The old monk chanted the Buddha's name, clasped his hands together, and turned into a handful of dust.

A crack appeared on the stone Buddha behind him, then shattered, and fell down in two, revealing the entrance to a secret passage beneath him.

"Where did people... people go?" Fatty Wang was stunned and stuttered.

"The soul of the old monk has dissipated long ago, and it was just an obsession just now." The second uncle said suddenly.

"Under this secret passage, there must be hidden the last secret of that Fengshui evil master." I was a little nervous.

"I'll go down first, you follow." The second uncle held the mahogany sword and strode towards the secret road.

"Second Uncle, wait for me." I was afraid that Second Uncle would have an accident, so I ran after him.

The secret passage was very short, and I came to the secret room below. The scene inside shocked me beyond words.

In the middle, there is a cold jade bed, and the deep cold air fills the whole secret room.

Seven oil lamps were placed beside the cold jade bed, like the Big Dipper in the sky, the flames of the oil lamps were extremely strange, as if there was a figure hidden inside.

Next to each oil lamp, there is a small paper figure, with a piece of yellow paper on it, with the name and birth date written on it.

I saw Aunt Tan's name on one of the villains, and a chill rose from my back.

"Seven Star Resurrection Lamp, he wants to use the corpse to revive his soul." The second uncle's voice was low, his back tensed.

The creator of the Seven Star Resurrection Lamp is the famous Zhuge Wolong. When he was critically ill, he wanted to use this thaumaturgy to continue his life, but was destroyed by Wei Yan who happened to break in.

However, the arrangement in front of him has obviously been modified, and it looks ghostly.

"Then...what is that thing lying on the bed, it's too...too scary." Fatty Wang stammered with his teeth chattering.

I looked at the thing lying on Hanyu's bed, and took a deep breath.

I have seen enough strange things in the past few days, but the thing lying on the bed has refreshed my worldview again.

That thing looked like a human figure pieced together with lotus roots. Flesh and flesh had grown on it, but the skin hadn't grown well yet, and the blood was so bloody that it made people feel sick.

On the position of the head, there is a golden mask with a half-smile expression, and a strange rune engraved on the forehead, which is extremely strange.

"My God, why is there a doll hanging on the golden mask? It's too cruel." Zhen Qingyi exclaimed.

"That's not a doll, it's a thousand-year-old ginseng king!" I saw the doll's face clearly, and blurted out.

The doll had a white beard on its chin, and looked like a little old man. His wrist was cut, and golden liquid dripped continuously, one drop after another, onto the golden mask.

"In this world, is there really human ginseng essence?" Fatty Wang became a little more courageous when he saw such a rare thing, with a curious expression on his face.

A faint sigh, containing endless resentment and regret, echoed over the secret room.

"Who?" Fatty Wang wanted to reach out to touch the ginseng doll, but he shrank his neck in fright.

"It's a waste of time. Originally, when the blood lotus root grows into a human form, I can obtain an immortal body, but unfortunately... I hate it!" The voice came from the mask.

"On that little person, there is the name of the senior sister and the date of birth." Li Xiaolei pointed to the paper figurine next to an oil lamp.

"My poor daughter!" Ma Huangpo cried out sadly.

Zhen Qingyi looked intently and saw another yellow paper pasted on the paper figurine, which recorded his mother's name. He was excited and wanted to rush over.

"Since you're here, let's be buried with you!" The golden mask flew up in the air, and a thick mist of blood radiated from the body lying on the cold jade bed.

"Be careful, it's a blood demon, don't get it on your body." The second uncle reminded in a hurry.

"Fatty Master knew he shouldn't come." Fatty Wang trembled, his legs moved quickly, and he ran towards the exit of the secret passage.

My expression changed, and I stretched out my hand to pull Zhen Qingyi, but it was empty.

Seeing that the red mist was about to envelop Zhen Qingyi, a piece of yellow talisman paper flew over, spontaneously ignited without fire, and the surrounding red mist dissipated a little.

I seized the opportunity, rushed over and pulled Zhen Qingyi, regardless of the opponent's struggle, and ran back desperately.

"Please possess Liu Daxian!" Ma Huangpo swayed her body, wanting to invite the god to take possession of her body.

The golden mask flew around and bit the ginseng doll, desperately sucking blood.

"Don't panic, he only has a remnant soul left, and he can't cause much trouble." The second uncle ran over and knocked the golden mask away with a mahogany sword.

The figure lying on the cold jade bed suddenly jumped down and rushed towards me with stiff movements.

I saw that the thing was bloody and bloody, and it looked more permeable, so I pulled Zhen Qingyi to the side to hide, not daring to let it get close.

"Hate me! I, Yin Changsheng, was destined to live forever, but was destroyed by you ants."

The golden mask was furious, flying around, and wanted to continue to attach to the ginseng doll to absorb blood, but was blocked by the second uncle every time.

Ephedra Possessed a strange cry, her eyes turned white, and her trembling body rushed towards the human-shaped blood lotus root. She was possessed by Liu Xian, ignorant and fearless at all.

Li Xiaolei is good at ecstasy and sorcery. She can't help with rough work like fighting. Standing there, her eyes are rolling, and she doesn't know what she is thinking.

Zhen Qingyi saw the human-shaped blood lotus root, was entangled by Ma Huangpo, and ran to the oil lamp beside him again.

"You must be buried with me!" The golden mask screamed strangely, and the flames of the seven oil lamps exploded, bursting into flames more than one meter high, and burst with a "bang".

Zhen Qingyi was caught off guard, and the flame from one of the oil lamps flashed into his eyes, and he let out a cry of pain, and fainted on the ground.

My heart tightened, and I ran over to help Zhen Qingyi up, seeing that the other person's breathing was still stable, I felt a little relieved.

The golden mask was chased by the second uncle, circled in a circle, and stuck to my face with a "snap", I didn't pay attention, and my face was stuck by this thing.

I felt a cold feeling coming from my face, and an evil idea rushed to my mind desperately.

"Be careful, hurry up and hold your mind." The second uncle exclaimed in his ear.

At this time, a hot current came from the Qianlong tattoo on my back, and that hot current flowed along my spine and flowed into my brain, helping me resist that evil thought.

"Give me your body, and I can give you eternal life!" An evil voice shouted in my head.

"Get out!" I gritted my teeth, fighting against that thought, trying to keep my consciousness clear.

At this moment, a wave of heat surged into my mind, and a majestic mountain range appeared in my mind, shaped like a giant dragon entrenched.

"What is this, how is it possible?" That evil idea receded like a tide, as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

"Go to hell!" I grabbed the opponent's flaw, held the mask on his face with both hands, and smashed it hard to the ground.

With a crisp sound of "snap!", the mask shattered into two halves.

"Ah! I'm not reconciled, you just wait, I am immortal, destined to be immortal." A miserable voice echoed in the secret room.

(End of this chapter)