From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

The stone gate opened.

The light shone in.

Everyone's attention was drawn.

What comes into view is a large, square blue stone. On the blue stone is a white platform, which looks to be woven from special animal hides and thatch. Above that is a seated jade statue, the jade is as red as blood, it wears a python robe with a belt, its head is as big as a bucket, and it wears a bronze mask on its head.

Sun Xuewu looked surprised as he climbed onto the white platform, reached out to touch the green, rusty mask, and muttered to himself, "Why is the head of this jade statue covered? Is it a head-covering burial?"

"Be careful."

Feng Tianyang leaped onto the platform and grabbed Sun Xuewu's hand, saying, "There might be a trap inside, so let's not touch it."

As he spoke, he noticed something protruding behind the faceless bronze mask, so he went over to take a look and exclaimed, "Wow!" He said, "There are facial features behind this jade statue!"

Apart from the Udumbara flower, the others also went up to the platform and ran to the back. Sure enough, they saw the facial features of eyebrows, eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, but it looked like a pig's head! According to the local saying, it was a black sheep's head!

Zhang Zhiwei also wanted to go up and take a look, but seeing that Hua Youtan was only walking on the edge of the large blue stone, he withdrew the foot he had stepped out and also walked on the edge of the blue stone. He noticed some things that looked like ghost marks on the outer side of the blue stone.

Since it wasn't Taoist talismanic script, he didn't recognize it and asked, "Sun Xuewu, do you recognize the characters on this stone tablet?"

"I recognize it!"

Sun Xuewu jumped off the white platform, squatted down, and observed the exhibits by the light of a flashlight. He said confidently, "Although I grew up in the Sun family, I have not forgotten the family's knowledge."

This pattern is a light and heavy thunder pattern, created by the local shamans who imitated the image of heavenly thunder; this seal script is the ancient seal script of snails and cicadas, created by local talents who borrowed the snail shell-like patterns in the mountains and the appearance of cicadas in the forest.

A more complete interpretation can only be achieved by making a rubbing of it.

So he took out paper and ink from his bag and spent nearly half an hour making rubbings of all the patterns on the large bluestone.

The rest of the people, except for Hua Youtan and Zhang Zhiwei, were resting on the white platform.

“Master, this platform is quite comfortable, it’s soft, but it’s a bit cold,” Bao Mei’er said to Qianhe Daoist as she shifted her position.

"The kings, nobles and generals of ancient times knew how to enjoy life."

Daoist Qianhe stretched and placed his hand on the edge of the platform. He gently grabbed it, but it felt as if he had touched something furry. Startled, he immediately jumped up, looked down, and was horrified. He exclaimed, "Senior brother, get up quickly!"

Shi Jian's expression changed, and he immediately jumped up from the platform, tearing off the animal skin from the white platform, revealing six naked female corpses!

His whole body was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and a trace of red liquid was seeping from his mouth and nose!

"Walking corpses?"

Shi Jian clenched his right fist, which was wrapped with wisps of lightning power, and was about to strike.

"Wait, senior brother!"

Qianhe, with her sharp eyes, grabbed Shijian's right wrist and pointed at the six female corpses, saying, "They are already dead. They are not zombies. Their bodies are just filled with special drugs, which makes them so soft... They have suffered enough. It would be too pitiful if they were struck by lightning."

"Humph!"

Seeing that Qianhe had disobeyed him for the second time, Shi Jian's expression turned unfriendly, but he couldn't retaliate. He could only unleash the lightning in his fist at the jade statue.

Bang!

The jade statue was instantly slammed into another stone door directly opposite the one the group had come from, shattering into pieces that scattered across the ground, but also destroying the stone door directly opposite it.

Upon seeing this, Sun Xuewu was startled. His gaze toward Shi Jian was filled with awe and a fleeting longing.

“Tianpeng, look at him, this is what it means to damage cultural relics,” Hua Youtan said to “Marshal Tianpeng” Zhang Zhiwei in a slightly teasing tone.

Zhang Zhiwei: "..."

"Thunder magic?!"

Feng Tianyang, who was standing guard beside Sun Xuefu, exclaimed in surprise, his gaze toward Shi Jian and Qianhe becoming strange. "Are you experts from the Zhengyi Sect?"

“Shangqing Maoshan, Shijian.”

After venting his frustrations, Shi Jian became too lazy to hide his lineage.

Helpless, Daoist Qianhe could only reveal his identity as a disciple of Shangqing Maoshan, and added: "My senior brother's hometown is in Qingxi Village. He has returned to bury his son. Seeing the ominous aura of Wuxia Coffin Mountain, he knew that the Corpse Immortal in Dixian Village was a scourge, so he wanted to get rid of it."

"I see."

Feng Tianyang suddenly realized, but he was certain that there was something wrong with this—

What kind of Taoist priest has such a tradition after death, insisting on burying his body in his hometown?

However, since Shangqing Maoshan is a Zhengyi sect, and Shi Jian has cultivated thunder magic, he must not be a bad person. We can cooperate, and a large part of the heavy weight in my heart has been lifted.

The remaining small half...

Shi Jian seems to have a fiery temper; we need to be careful to avoid being accidentally hurt by him later!

Sun Xuewu, having regained his senses, began translating the varying shades of thunder patterns and ancient seal script on the large bluestone...

# Chapter 1111 Wuxia Coffin Mountain (XI) Human Suffering, Don't Blame Immortals and Buddhas

After Sun Xuewu's translation, everyone learned that the large blue stone was actually a stele, and the content described on it was the legend of the Black Sheep King.

It is remarkably consistent with the content of the three lines: "What a great king, with a body but no head; without his wife, the mountains will not open; burn firewood and start a pot, then cook his liver and lungs."

Zhang Zhiwei had already heard about it from the mask vendor.

"According to the description on this stele, King Wuyang seems to be a person with great achievements?" Feng Tianyang looked at the six naked female corpses, his brows furrowed.

But if he were truly a benevolent king who cared for the people, how could he be so cruel?

Could these six be the guys who cut off the head of the Black Sheep King?

But why are they all women?

Could it be human sacrifice? Human sacrifice was indeed not uncommon in ancient times, and the more remote the place, the more recently it was abolished...

But that's not right either!

Why only women were sacrificed?

Moreover, these women were kneeling and prostrate, as if forming a chair specifically for the jade statue of the Black Sheep King to sit on.

“These six female corpses are not sacrificial offerings,” Sun Xuewu said, seeing his confusion. “They are human stools!”

"A human stool?"

Feng Tianyang was taken aback, clearly understanding the meaning of "human stool".

"Using people as stools?"

Zhang Zhiwei squinted his eyes.

Since joining the Gong faction and raiding the homes of many wealthy and powerful people with his comrades, he had long been aware of the corruption, even disgust, of the powerful and wealthy.

What now?

I realized even more that this "decay" was actually inherited from our "ancestors"!

"That's right, they use people as stools!"

Sun Xuewu lowered his voice and said quietly, "Renzi is a name given by later generations. Nobody knows what it was originally called. My ancestors were Guanshan Taibao, so I know a lot about the past dynasties. I know that this is called Renzi. Even in the Yuan Dynasty, some high-ranking officials in some remote areas still loved Renzi."

The materials used for the human stool were mostly virgin girls, and they were not killed first and then given the secret drug, but were given the secret drug while they were still alive!

The methods were extremely cruel!

Why administer medication while the patient is still alive?

the reason is simple.

When someone is about to die, their body will gradually stiffen. How can the secret medicine that was given to them spread throughout their body?

Only living people can absorb the drug quickly!

"Kings and generals are often romantic, but beneath their seats lie piles of white bones!"

Hua Youtan sighed and moved the six female corpses, who had lost all their innate energy and become "human stools" of furniture, to the outside of the cave wall. She then set a fire and cremated them.

This is the end.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

If these are "cultural relics" and exhibited to the public, they might provoke further criticism of traditional ethics and morality, but they would be an insult to the six innocent female corpses.

to this end.

He would rather take a detour in the future.

Seeing that Hua Youtan had gone outside to burn the female corpse, Qianhe didn't say much. He had stopped his senior brother from using lightning to strike the female corpse because he felt sorry for her, but now, after thinking about it, he realized that the best way to deal with it was to cremate it.

After all, the female corpse, already made into a human stool, had soft flesh but stiff bones, and was buried in the ground... to straighten her bones, it would probably require cutting her up—

This is far more cruel than being struck by lightning or burned alive!

When the Udumbara flower returned from outside the passageway, it showed no sadness at all. It simply said, "Since ancient times, all kings have built tombs before they die, thinking that they can still be kings and ancestors after death. But they do not know that when a person dies, his soul dissipates and his vital energy dissipates. How can he continue to rule?"

When a person dies, their physical body should naturally return to nature. However, the human body is different from ordinary living beings. If it is buried underground and does not decay, it will inevitably be used by demons, monsters, and evil people.

In my opinion, cremation is the best option. It allows the body's physical remains to return to the earth while preserving the ashes as a lasting memory.

Upon hearing this, Shi Jian frowned slightly, but then he saw that Hua Youtan had already walked towards the other side of the sect he had blasted apart. Without thinking too much, he followed along with Qianhe, Zhang Zhiwei, Feng Tianyang, Sun Xuewu, and Bao Meier.

The passage wasn't long, and since everyone was walking quickly, and even though Sun Xuewu and Bao Meier, two ordinary people, were being carried by Feng Tianyang and Qianhe Daoren, their speed was naturally not slow. In just a short while, they arrived at another canyon in "Coffin Gorge".

Compared to the canyon they came from, this canyon was much wider.

But we see:

The mountain peaks are shrouded in mist, stretching endlessly into the distance. The waves in the gorge surge with tremendous force, roaring like the cry of a dragon.

Water encircles the coffin, a waterfall cascades down, a white rainbow paints the passing years. The rushing waters shroud the cliff face in mist, scattering into a sky full of neon lights and stars.

Bao Mei'er and Sun Xuewu glanced at the rushing water at the bottom of the gorge a few times and felt extremely dizzy.

Zhang Zhiwei looked towards the opposite cliff and saw many winding, meandering bird paths, even more chaotic than the canyon he had been in before, like a spider web wrapped around the cliff face, making him somewhat dizzy.

However, when he was a Taoist priest at the Celestial Master's Mansion, in addition to his cultivation, he also knew a great deal about many Taoist classics and could read feng shui. When he thought of the phrase "the bird path is crisscrossing, turning nine times in a hundred steps", he realized that this phrase did not refer to the bird path on the outside canyon, but to the bird path on this path, and he also saw some of the tricks of the trade.

But he didn't say anything.

This is because he is no longer a Taoist priest, but "Marshal Tianpeng" wearing the mask of the Black Sheep King.

"The bird path winds and twists, turning nine times out of a hundred steps!"