Minglong

Chapter 203 Welcoming the Ancestor Out of the Coffin

Huhu~
A night wind blew, and an eerie silence descended upon the mountain ridge.

Xie Jinhuan was exhausted from his long-distance run. Peeking out, he discovered that there were more than seventy people surrounding the Demon Suppression Tomb, including more than thirty cloaked figures. The leader seemed to be the black-clad super-ranked official who had ambushed him last time. Xie Jinhuan felt a sense of impending doom.

However, at this moment, he obviously could not show weakness. Xie Jinhuan stood with one hand behind his back, his aura extremely steady, as if he were a lone warrior, surrounding the entire mountain valley!

The monk Fachen and the others looked on in disbelief. After a moment of confrontation, they asked:

"Xie Jinhuan? You're the tomb keeper here?!"

Xie Jinhuan is not; he is the gravedigger.

But that doesn't matter. As long as the imperial court doesn't find out and the Underworld Cult takes the blame, he can still be a tomb keeper and he can still love the righteous path!

"That's right. I was ordered by my superior to guard this tomb. How did you find this place?"

The monk Fachen and the others had already guessed that Xie Jinhuan had an extraordinary background, and they believed the story of "being sent to guard the Ancestral Corpse Tomb" without a doubt. They just found it a little hard to understand why Xie Jinhuan had come here!
"Even if Young Master Xie is the tomb keeper, he should be competing at the Three Rivers Estuary right now, why..."

Xie Jinhuan's gaze was condescending, as if looking down at ants beneath his feet:

"A frog at the bottom of a well, how can it know the vastness of the sky and the sea? Not to mention the confluence of the three rivers, the thousands of miles of territory of the Danluo Plain are nothing more than a foot in the palm of my hand in my master's eyes."

Xie Jinhuan was using his imagination to exaggerate as much as possible, but he clearly underestimated the ghost...

But these words were enough to fill the heart of the monk Fachen, who had just entered the fourth stage of Buddhism, with despair.

After all, Xie Jinhuan, who should have been competing at the Sanjiang Estuary, was able to appear in this godforsaken place in such a bizarre way, which must mean that a celestial being was guiding him.

Xie Jinhuan may seem to be alone, but as long as he dares to come, he must have some confidence. He can't possibly think of surrounding dozens of elite demon bandits led by a top-tier Buddhist sect all by himself, can he?
Even if Xie Jinhuan was alone at the moment, since the old monster on the mountain behind them had seen them, his fate would only be a matter of a few Thousand Mile Divine Travel Spells.

Knowing he had no way out, the monk Fachen took off his hood, revealing his bald head with the tattooed ordination scars:
"Young Master Xie is a clever man. Can you guess how we found this place?"

"..."

Xie Jinhuan thought he was quite clever, but a top-tier monk, leading a bunch of evil Taoists, came to dig up the ancestral graves of the Taoist sect...

Is this the conflict between Taoism and Buddhism...?

It's truly a case of great skill appearing effortless, almost like the mysterious power of "pouring boiling water on your opponent's money tree"...

But if you're going to dig, at least dig up something dead. If it's someone's ancestor who's alive, aren't you just walking into a trap?
And how exactly did you find this place...?

Xie Jinhuan pondered for a long time, even glancing at the ghost wife next to him.

But clearly, the idiot's thinking was beyond comprehension, and the ghost shrugged slightly, indicating that it didn't understand.

Xie Jinhuan truly didn't understand the reason behind it, and could only respond at that moment:
"Unauthorized excavation of the Demon-Suppressing Tomb is a world-destroying crime that defies the Heavenly Gang. No matter your reasons, it is unforgivable. The Buddhist sect has produced a traitor like you, and you will surely be held accountable..."

This was exactly what Fa Chen sought; he pulled a vajra from his sleeve.
“We were absolutely certain of success on this trip, but unfortunately, the devil is always one step ahead of the saint, and we were discovered by the master behind Young Master Xie. Since things have come to this, there is no point in saying more. I will not trouble Young Master Xie to take action. Please do your best to maintain your dignity. As for the rest, you can ask my master.”

After saying this, Monk Fachen pointed his Vajra pestle at his forehead, preparing to silence himself and pin the blame on Monk Wuxin!

Damn it? !
Xie Jinhuan's pupils contracted; he was completely stunned, secretly pondering:
Am I really that good an actor?
Last time, He Man was so frightened that he wanted to die; this time, he was so frightened that he committed suicide.

……

The followers who followed, who had originally planned to fight to the death, were also instantly distorted in expression when they saw the leader of the Northwest branch commit suicide without saying a word.

Zhang Chu had already sneaked into the woods when he realized something was wrong. He turned back and glared angrily.

"Master! At least exchange a couple of blows! What if Xie Jinhuan is alone? What will we do if you die?"

He Can then silently ran out, acting as if he were invisible, without even looking back...

Monk Fachen felt that Xie Jinhuan might be backed by a powerful figure at the peak of the mountain, like Ye Sheng or Qixia Zhenren. He, with his mere fourth-realm cultivation, was nothing but a nobody. To make a move would only bring him humiliation, and he might even be captured and have his soul dissected. The right thing to do was to end his own life quickly, leaving the Buddhist sect speechless.

However, after hearing the advice to stop, Monk Fachen was indeed worried about being frightened to death by Xie Jinhuan's bluff, so he decided to stop and inquire for the time being:
"Young Master Xie, who is the mastermind behind you? Can you at least let this humble monk die with the truth in mind?"

Xie Jinhuan had no one behind him, only a ghost that couldn't fight.

However, when you're out in the world, you give yourself your own identity!

Xie Jinhuan, upon discovering the Buddhist sect's superior grade, seemed terrified and wanted to die. Naturally, he maintained an arrogant and disdainful aura, coldly saying:

"You lowly soldiers are not worthy to know my master's identity. However, Ye Sheng and Qixia Zhenren are of the same generation as my master, while the Four Noble Ancestors are my master's juniors..."

Xie Jinhuan continued to use his imagination to exaggerate, but he still managed to lower his generation by one generation...

However, upon hearing this, Monk Fachen understood that Master Xie Jinhuan was one of the immortals who emerged from the chaos of the Witch Cult a hundred years ago, and would at least rank among the top ten in the world, including all the countries, the southern wilderness, and the northern regions!
The emergence of such a colossal figure would be a challenge even for the leader of the Underworld Cult, let alone a small Buddhist sect that has only just begun to grasp the vastness of the Dao.

Fa Chen wanted to maintain his composure, but Xie Jin Huan Guang's haughty demeanor and unwavering stance after He Can and Zhang Chu fled did indeed seem suspicious.

As a test, the monk Fachen held a vajra in his right hand, pointing it at his forehead, ready to commit suicide at any moment; in his left hand, he produced a string of prayer beads, turning them with his thumb, and all eighteen vermilion bodhi seeds emitted golden light as he chanted:

“Namo Ratnamo~…”

The voice, like Maitreya Buddha in a sacred temple, was neither too loud nor too soft, yet it resounded throughout the entire mountain valley, its location difficult to pinpoint, seemingly echoing in everyone's ears. The many demon bandits who had been standing around, and even the cultivators who had been helping, staggered the moment the incantation appeared, and many fell to the ground.

Xie Jinhuan stood on the ridge, feeling as if a thousand-pound burden was pressing down on his shoulders and back. An invisible pressure came from above, and with each incantation he uttered, the pressure increased.

Moreover, this pressure was not an illusion, but a real presence. The surrounding vegetation drooped visibly, and it seemed that gravity was increasing rapidly throughout the entire valley.

Once cultivators from various schools reach the Super Grade level, they can draw upon the power of heaven and earth, making their attacks as powerful as those of immortals and mortals.

Just by looking at the imposing manner, Ye Hongshang recognized it as the 'Boundless Thousand-Pound Mantra' of the Zen Meditation School.

This incantation belongs to the element of earth in the Five Elements. With the cultivation of the monk Fachen, it can cause the surrounding ground to sink several feet. Cultivators who step into it will find it difficult to move, and those with shallow cultivation can be crushed to death.

"He's testing you. If you don't make a move soon, he's going to."

Xie Jinhuan knew they were testing him, but he couldn't defeat so many people; running away would expose him completely. Just as he was pondering whether to continue his verbal sparring, he suddenly heard a sound coming from inside the mountain below:
Boom——

wow~
A muffled thud and the sound of chains rattling.

The incantation abruptly ended.

Everyone, including Xie Jinhuan, looked toward the source of the sound.

Monk Fachen reacted with remarkable speed. Hearing the shaking of the demon-suppressing chains, he knew that the Corpse Ancestor was located beneath the hill.

The Corpse Ancestor is beyond killing. Once he is out of the coffin, not to mention the powerful figure behind Xie Jinhuan, even if Master Ye Ci of Qixia comes, he might be able to find a way to survive.

Thinking of this, Monk Fachen reacted with lightning speed, raising his right hand and striking a hill not far away.

Boom——

The golden handprint struck the mountain ridge, causing the hill to shake violently. A shallowly buried cave entrance immediately appeared in everyone's view.

The eight tomb guardian beasts deep inside the cave, and even the demon-suppressing coffin in the center, were exposed to the view of many demonic cultists. The chains were shaking violently, indicating that something was struggling inside.

Seeing this, Xie Jinhuan knew something was wrong and turned to run.

Fearing interruption from an unknown master, the monk Fachen almost risked his life to rush into the Demon-Suppressing Tomb. Halfway there, he raised his right hand, holding the Demon-Subduing Pestle high, his face like an angry Vajra, revealing a resolute determination to face death.
"drink--!"

Boom——

Many believers watched in horror from outside, only to see Fa Chen, dressed in black, smash the vajra pestle onto the demon-suppressing coffin.

Five-colored light emanated from the coffin lid, followed by spiderweb-like cracks!

Kaka!

Boom——

Under the heavy blow, the coffin lid shattered into pieces, and a beam of red light shot into the sky, instantly piercing through the entire hill and shooting into the night sky. Like a golden and red spiral kaleidoscope, it quickly unfolded and spread in all directions, instantly obscuring the entire night sky!
When the red phantom stopped, everyone realized that it was a red umbrella that blotted out the sky.

The umbrella is surrounded by a golden dragon, with two dragon whiskers floating in the air as if they were alive, gazing down at the mountains and fields below.

! !
The thirty-odd followers below had all their energy channels severed the moment the red umbrella appeared. Under the immense dragon's might, many of them were so frightened that they fell to the ground.

Xie Jinhuan was already on the whitelist last time, but his movements were not affected at all. He ran a few steps and then turned back.

"Is she out of her mind?"

Ye Hongshang did not return to the Demon-Suppressing Mausoleum, but he could sense the situation:
"She's awake and seems to be doing alright, but we mustn't let her develop any murderous tendencies or demonic tendencies. If she goes berserk, I won't be able to control her."

Seeing this, Xie Jinhuan carefully made his way back to the ridge.

Inside the Demon-Suppressing Tomb, Monk Fachen smashed the Demon-Suppressing Coffin, believing that the chaos of the Witchcraft Cult would reignite and that Buddhism and even the entire world would be destroyed by his hand. He was somewhat dazed, and after the coffin lid exploded, he fell to the ground, his demon-subduing pestle lying to one side, as if he had lost his soul.

Outside, many demon bandits of the Underworld God Cult, finding the red umbrella motionless, looked towards the Demon-Suppressing Tomb and knelt down one after another. One of the cult leaders, mustering his courage, spoke:
"Welcome our ancestor out of his coffin!"

The remaining believers also had fervent eyes:
"Welcome our ancestor out of his coffin!"

……

But after a moment of deathly silence in the entire mountain wilderness, a voice rang out from inside the demon-suppressing coffin:
"Mmm~~ I'm sleeping so soundly~ Hey? Why is my hair still white..."

Her voice was soft and sweet, sounding like a lively girl...

Many believers were slightly stunned, their eyes wide with surprise, and they pondered to themselves:
Wasn't the Corpse Ancestor a man?
Moreover, what was being suppressed was a soul...

Where is the ghostly mist...?

……
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Yesterday's chapter counts as making up for it.

I really can't finish writing today, so please read OR2 tomorrow morning!

(End of this chapter)