There is a trick

Chapter 99: Treasure-spitting Rat (4K, 1/2)

In the dark valley, the sound of the wind was like the cry of a ghost.

Amid the cries of ghosts, there was the sound of bells ringing slowly.

The sound of the bells is clear and ethereal, and each sound has a lingering sound, lingering in the dark valley for a long time.

"Ding...ding..."

In the pitch-dark shadow of a rock, a pockmarked monk wearing a cockscomb hat and a dark red monk's robe sat cross-legged on a rock, shaking a black and yellow copper bell with one hand and turning chicken-fat-colored bone beads with the other.

The so-called "Pidan" is a kind of monk's robe often worn by monks in the Mizang area.

It is usually dark red in color, like a bed sheet, wrapping around the body.

"Wow, wow, wow..."

The bone beads also made crisp sounds when they collided.

The pockmarked-faced Tibetan monk's lips moved.

No sound came out of his mouth, but the darkness around him surged as if it had consciousness, and a deep and majestic shout came from within: "Om! Bey! Sawanaye! Soha!"

The shouts, like muffled thunder, kept exploding in the darkness!
Amid the chanting of the 'Heart Mantra of the God of Wealth', the darkness shrank violently, and then suddenly a 'rat' with jet-black fur, slightly larger than a domestic cat, emerged.

The 'rat' sniffed the ground here and there, and slowly walked to the feet of the pockmarked Tibetan monk.

The Tibetan monk stretched out a hand and approached the black-haired rat's head.

The black-haired mouse was not polite at all. It opened its mouth and bit the wrist of the secret monk, biting open the blood vessels on his wrist.

Rancid black blood gushed out from the secret monk's blood vessels and was all sucked up and licked clean by the black-haired rat!

After it drank its fill of blood, its abdomen began to twitch.

From the shadows, another yellow-faced Tibetan monk came out and placed a human skull bowl with many spells engraved on the surface in front of the black-haired mouse.

A stream of red-gold liquid that looked like melted gold was suddenly spat out by the black rat into the human skull bowl!
The red-gold liquid was bubbling!

The black rat's body turned into black smoke and dissipated!

The darkness covering the mountain, as thick as asphalt, suddenly began to boil!

Blurry human faces popped out from the darkness, moving closer to the bowl of red-gold liquid. Their nostrils flared as they greedily breathed in the scent of the red-gold liquid!
——Darkness seems to have a sense of smell!

At this time, another short Tibetan monk came over dragging a blackened leather bag.

He stretched out the skin, revealing in the darkness - that skin was clearly a human skin with messy hair!
"Hey! Om Ya Hu Ma Na Han!"

The short Tibetan monk chanted an incomprehensible mantra and stepped on the belly of the human skin. All around, among the many human faces that emerged from the darkness and breathed greedily around the human skull bowl, one face suddenly melted away like a candle!

The human skin whose belly button was stepped on by the short Tibetan monk was sucking the 'wax tears' melted from the human face. The shriveled and wrinkled human skin began to swell and became like a real person!
But its skin is still the jet-black color that only occurs when human skin is tanned.

It opened its dark eyes and looked in horror at the three secret monks surrounding it!
"The delusions and evils in Qingyi Town..." The pockmarked Tibetan monk who was sitting cross-legged on a large rock, still shaking a diamond bell, lowered his eyes and looked at the 'human skin ghost' whose abdomen was stepped on and could only support the upper body. His lips moved and the sound flowed into the ear holes of the human skin, "Where is the corpse we are looking for now?"

At the foot of the mountain, a mountain path meanders through the wild grass and gradually connects to the red soil road in the distance.

At the end of the red soil road, the outlines of more than a hundred houses in Qingyi Town were faintly visible in the darkness.

These three secret monks performed this ritual and borrowed the 'treasure-spitting rat' of the God of Wealth, which spit out treasures that were so tempting that even those with false thoughts and desires could not resist. With this bowl of treasure, they lured many false thoughts and desires from the Qingyi Town.

They don't need to ask anyone anything.

All the false thoughts and emotions wandering here can become their eyes and ears.

“Hiss…ha…woo…”

The 'human skin', whose abdomen was stepped on by the short Tibetan monk and could not move, could only utter some unclear syllables.

But these unclear syllables seemed to be mixed with the voices of several people.

The pockmarked face on the stone listened for a while, then waved his hand.

The short Tibetan monk held an iron hook in his hand, and with his other hand he untied the cowhide bag at his waist and loosened the rope at the mouth of the bag. He inserted the iron hook into the ear hole of the human skin and immediately pulled out a sticky black substance like wax tears.

Amid the screams and struggles of the dark object, he threw it into the cowhide bag.

The noisy scene suddenly became quiet as the "wax tears" fell into the leather bag.

The human skin that had swelled up before has now shriveled up again.

The three secret monks were not in a hurry. They induced the second human face protruding from the darkness to melt and then drilled into the pitch-black skin.

The pockmarked monk repeated his question again: "Where is the corpse we are looking for now?"

He asked again and again.

The short monk repeatedly drew out the wax tears of delusions that had been asked questions, drew out the human skin, and threw it into a cowhide bag.

The 'treasures' in the human skull bowl had not decreased at all. Although the food was rich and tempting, the delusional thoughts surrounding it would not allow them to eat even a single bit.

In the darkness, the number of human faces formed by the false thoughts and energy kept decreasing.

Finally, it was completely captured.

The pockmarked monk also spoke at the same time:
"The corpse was imprisoned by a group of corpse-driving people who came to Qingyi Town."

"It was in a coffin that was netted with copper coins."

"In order to delay time and prevent us from distinguishing the real from the fake, the group of corpse drivers, together with their accomplices in the Tiekan Yizhuang, prepared more than ten different coffins to confuse our vision."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!"

"Although the coffins containing the corpses have been mixed up, the 'lions' driven by the corpse drivers will lead the way for us."

"The coffin of the corpse is guarded by a black lion."

The pockmarked monk spoke slowly, his weak voice like a candle flickering in the wind.

But in his weak voice, he told everything that happened in Tiekan Charity Cemetery in Qingyi Town without leaving out a single thing.

He seemed to be standing in the Tiekan Charity House where all these things happened, and witnessed the whole process from the perspective of an outsider!

"How come the corpse of the demon hasn't transformed into 'Nanatian' yet?" the yellow-faced monk asked with a frown.

The pockmarked monk shook his head: "Everything has its destiny.

The God of Wealth has his own arrangements."

"First we need to find the corpse, and then kill all these outsiders who want to deceive us." The short monk said fiercely.

The other two monks clasped their hands together and praised.

……

In the dark night.

The gray fog rolled in, blocking the way of the many teams riding Tai lions.

The lions prancing and leaping back and forth on the coffins, accompanied by the sounds of gongs and drums, created a very lively scene.

But such a lively scene could not shake the dead silence of the night.

The sound of gongs and drums traveled into the gray fog and disappeared in an instant, without any echo.

The fiery nature emitted by the lion should have been like a bonfire in the darkness, warming people's bodies, but the fiery nature was swept away by the mist and disappeared without a trace.

Therefore, this "Lion Meeting" seemed like a show specially performed for ghosts.

Zhou Chang, wearing a clown mask, walked out from the formation led by the black lion. He approached the gray fog and lit a stick of incense.

Wang Tiexiong, Yang Xifeng, Zhou Sanji and others kept a close eye on Zhou Chang's movements.

After the incense stick was lit, it burned out in the blink of an eye!

"call!"

The wind blew past, leaving only incense ash on the ground.

The faces of the few people who were paying attention to Zhou Chang's actions suddenly became serious.

At this time, Zhou Chang simply grabbed a bundle of incense sticks and lit them all -

Green smoke wafted from the red incense head, and the billowing green smoke swirled in the dark night. The whole bundle of incense sticks under the green smoke was still burning at a very fast speed. Within a few breaths, it turned into ashes all over the ground!
"There are so many tricks hidden in this fog!"

Wang Tiexiong looked solemn as he gathered together with Zhou Chang, Zhou Sanji, Yang Xifeng and others.

Everyone was surrounded by a group of lions. In this extremely lively environment, everyone's heart was cold, without a trace of warmth!
"We can't just rush into the gray fog rashly. We're afraid that once we step into the gray fog, we'll be skinned like a lion by the monsters in the fog and be eaten up." Wang Tiexiong spoke first in a deep voice, his eyes sweeping across everyone's faces, "We need to find a few people to explore the way into the gray fog first."

More than ten lions from the corpse-driving troop, leading a large number of people and horses, crossed the Mengshan Mountain Road, passed the main street of Qingyi Town, and are still close to the outermost part of Qingyi Town.

The place where they are now is the only road leading to the outside world from Qingyi Town.

The road is now blocked by the thick, impenetrable gray fog.

In the fog, there are unknown sneaky evils hidden.

"Can't we just stay at the edge of the gray fog and wait for the group of secret monks from the Xielong Temple to break through the gray fog and reap the benefits?" someone asked in a trembling voice.

Anyone who enters the gray fog to explore the way has a high probability of dying in the gray fog.

No one wants to die voluntarily.

It would be best if there was a way so that no one would have to take the risk of dying.

When everyone heard the man's question, they were all tempted for a moment.

However, at this moment, Zhou Chang and Wang Tiexiong shook their heads and refused in unison: "No!"

Wang Tiexiong glanced at Zhou Chang, nodded, and motioned Zhou Chang to speak.

Zhou Chang also did not refuse.

His eyes were calm, and he said bluntly: "Within four or five hours, the corpses will also undergo changes. We will wait here. If the group of secret monks can break through the gray fog within four or five hours, it will be good.

If they still don't show up within these four or five hours...are they going to crush the corpse in our own hands?

By then, its horror will be even more terrifying than the gray fog."

"The corpse-driving team has used so many tricks, shouldn't they have already nailed the corpse to death in the coffin?" Some people questioned what Zhou Chang said and refused to believe it.

Zhou Chang shook his head.

Wang Tiexiong took over the conversation and continued, "Since it has become a corpse, it is impossible to be completely killed by any means!
You are all people of the martial arts world who live on the edge of a knife, and you know little about the rumors about the corpses. Don't you know how many casualties a demon of the level of "Lao Chen" will cause once it is born?

At present, Qingyi Town is rich in food and drink - these things are the nutrients needed for the corpse of the genus to transform into an old genus.

We just wait here. The longer time passes, the more likely it is that the corpse will absorb the food thoughts, complete the fetal transformation, and wake up to become "Old Corpse"!
In other words, the further time goes by, the more dangerous our situation becomes!
What's more, we can't be sure whether the group of secret monks in Xielong Temple are good or evil, enemies or friends - once they break through the gray fog and come face to face with us, there is a high probability that they will treat us like they did to 'subdue the heretics'!

At this time, they need "聻尸" to fight with them.

We can take this opportunity to escape!
Therefore, we should take the initiative to find the monks of Xielong Temple, control the time, and release the corpses when the time is right to divert their attention.

Instead of waiting for the monks from Xielong Temple to come to us!"

After Wang Tiexiong finished speaking, everyone hesitated for a moment and most people were convinced by him.

Among the many people present, he was the only one who escaped from the hands of a thought demon of the "Lao Di" level.

He knew even more clearly how terrifying the old demon was.

I also understand more clearly that the corpse is now a time bomb in the team!
If this time bomb is used well, it can drill a hole through the wall, allowing everyone to escape from Qingyi Town, which is like a city surrounded on all sides.

But if it is not used properly, all of your own people will be blown to pieces!
"The monks of Xielong Temple were originally sent by the God of Wealth to come to Qingyi Town to subdue the corpse.

It seems that the corpses are in the same group with them!

Don’t let that happen if we send them the corpse! It will just play into their hands!” Some people still have some doubts.

Wang Tiexiong was unable to resolve such doubts.

He was aware of the horror of Lao Lu and also knew the powerful and treacherous methods of the Tibetan monks. He was indeed worried that if he sent Lao Lu's corpse to the Tibetan monks, it would just play into the monks' wishes and would not produce the desired effect.

Wang Tiexiong then turned his attention to Zhou Chang.

Zhou Chang shook his head, raised three fingers, pointed directly to the sky and swore: "I guarantee it with my life, I will never do that."

Nowadays, when people swear or vow, there is indeed a god as a witness.

The oath is established, and if it is violated, the curse will come true!
When the questioner saw Zhou Chang swearing directly, he immediately shut up.

Only Zhou Chang himself knew that in four or five hours, Feng Qi's death omen would take effect and the corpse's head would explode on the spot - at the same time, the golden head of Emperor Shizong would be placed on the corpse's neck.

Would Emperor Shizong of the Qing Dynasty, who controlled the headless corpse, be willing to be taken away by a group of monks from the Xielong Temple to become the offspring of the "King of Wealth"?

It's obvious that this is impossible!
(End of this chapter)