You, a living person, are telling me I've served in the underworld for ten years?

Chapter 165 It must taste delicious!

"Invasion by heretics?"

Yang Shuai asked in surprise, "Then why are those two ghosts alright? And how did they die after being corrupted by heretics?"

Chen Yang bent down to examine it carefully and indeed found the residual aura of the "heretical path" on the "red-haired monster". He stood up and said, "I don't know how it died, but... thinking about it carefully, those two ghosts are indeed different from ordinary dead souls and evil spirits."

"what?"

Yang Shuai: "What's different?"

Chen Yang: "We're both hanged, how tall are you? How tall is he?"

Yang Shuai realized what was happening and said, "That's right. People become ghosts after they die. Unless they suffered unfair treatment or died a violent death, their physical appearance will change and their mind will also change."

"That hanged ghost was of sound mind, but its face was as black as charcoal, and it was over ten feet tall... Could it be that it was invaded by heretics, which is why its body shape has mutated?"

There's another ghost, with a blue face and fangs, that's not normal either!

"wrong!"

"If they were truly invaded by heretics, they should have completely lost their minds, just like those demons and ghosts that emerged from the turbid mists of Helan Mountain!"

Yang Shuai was extremely puzzled.

Not only him, but Chen Yang was also filled with questions. He came outside the courtyard, glanced at the well that was only a dozen meters away from the farmhouse, and said, "If you want to know the reason, you only need to go to Baizhong Village."

Yang Shuai stepped forward: "Old Chen, I'll go with you!"

Chen Yang moved the manhole cover.

Yin energy was seeping out from the well.

When he probed into the well with his divine sense, he found that it was bottomless and the yin energy became more and more intense the deeper he went!

Chen Yang said, "Don't rush... Call Wang Lin and notify the Special Administration Bureau to evacuate the nearby villagers and seal off this area!"

Since it involves "heretical practices," it's best to be cautious.

If even the slightest leak or spread of this "heretical" knowledge affects ordinary villagers, it will be a disaster!
Yang Shuai took out his phone and immediately called Wang Lin.

"Hey!"

"Is it Xiao Wang?"

"It's me, Yang Shuai... I'm currently in a village near Baitugang Town..."

Yang Shuai explained the situation and then said, "Okay, I'll send you the location."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Lin drove over in just 28 minutes.

Accompanying him were Master Baiyun from Qingyun Temple and his disciple, the young monk Huixin. They had already joined the "Special Administration Bureau" but had been staying in Wucheng for some time.

"Amitabha... Holy crap!"

When Master Baiyun saw the corpse in the backyard, he was startled and blurted out a curse, "Master Chen, what is this?"

These two, master and disciple, had cultivated on their own and knew very little about the affairs of the martial world before they left the mountain, let alone such a secret as "the invasion of heretics".

"So it was a heretical sect. No wonder I felt a strange sense of disgust as soon as I entered this courtyard... Master Chen, you can explore with peace of mind. With me here, I guarantee that no villagers will be harmed!"

Nevertheless, Wang Lin still evacuated the surrounding residents.

He made a phone call to the Wucheng government, and then orders came down from higher levels to the town. The town leaders immediately brought all the police officers from the town police station to the village, and summoned the village cadres to knock on doors from house to house.

Considering that Zhang Xiaolong's house was in a remote area, and that Master Baiyun was guarding the well, Chen Yang didn't delay and immediately took Yang Shuai and jumped into the well!

Yang Shuai is a ghost; he turned into a cloud of yin energy the moment he entered the well.

A breeze seemed to emanate from Chen Yang's body.

He landed gracefully, and just before hitting the well water, he lightly flicked his finger—

Wow!

The well water split and flowed to both sides.

"Old Chen, this well... is it that big?"

Yang Shuai's voice came from the cloud of yin energy floating beside Chen Yang: "This must be more than 3 meters in diameter... It's bigger than the water cellars back home!"

Some people may think that a water cellar is the same as a well.

Actually it is not.

At least in Wucheng, water cellars and wells are different. Water cellars are more common in arid areas of the southern mountains, such as Yuzhen. Every household in the countryside has a water cellar to store rainwater during the rainy season or snow water in winter for drinking or feeding livestock.

Wells, on the other hand, are dug to obtain groundwater and are commonly found in the "plains" near Wucheng and in areas of Ningnan with abundant groundwater resources.

Normal wells are not large in diameter, but are quite deep.

Chen Yang descended into the well and discovered that it was much deeper than he had expected. He had gone down three or four hundred meters and still couldn't see the bottom, which was something beyond common sense!
He continued to descend...

500 meters... 800 meters...

The yin energy below grew increasingly dense, and even wisps of turbid mist appeared!

Suddenly, everything seemed to turn upside down, and Chen Yang, who was originally falling into the well, now felt like he was flying up into the sky headfirst.

On either side of his body were well waters separated by the [Severing Flow] spell. The well water here was polluted by turbid mist and became a hazy, murky mess.

He saw a light at the mouth of the well.

It was a scene of blood.

brush!
Suddenly, a beam of blood-red light shot out from the murky well water and flew towards Chen Yang's forehead.

Chen Yang reacted quickly, pinching the "bloody light" between two fingers.

It was a blood-red worm, about half a foot long, writhing frantically on Chen Yang's fingertip. "What is that?"

Yang Shuai was startled.

Snapped!
Chen Yang squeezed the blood-red worm with his fingers and crushed it, saying, "This should be a kind of water worm that parasitizes the well water. It has been contaminated by external forces and has undergone some kind of evolutionary mutation... Judging from its speed and the explosive power it had when it struggled, it could probably pierce through the skin of an ordinary person and burrow into their flesh in an instant."

Yang Shuai couldn't help but click his tongue and say, "Old Chen, is the heretical path really that terrifying? It can turn an ordinary parasite into a deadly monster? That's so contrary to the laws of biology!"

"Whenever it comes to the Dao, it cannot be viewed with common sense... Martial arts masters are in harmony with heaven and man, and every move they make can draw upon the power of heaven and earth. Those who enter the Dao realm can cultivate various Dao techniques and spells, and can activate the power of the Dao realm, even to control clouds and rain. Can this be explained by biology?"

Chen Yang said, "Moreover, that is the Dao of a mutated Golden Immortal, and its terror has already exceeded the scope of carbon-based life forms... Alright, we've arrived!"

As he spoke, Chen Yang flipped over, grabbed the ball of Yin energy that Yang Shuai had transformed into, and leaped up, jumping out of the well!

The surroundings were desolate.

A faint, gray, murky mist permeated the air, and the trees within it were withered, bare, and utterly chaotic.

A blood moon hung in the sky.

The blood moon, set against the backdrop of murky fog, made its light appear extremely eerie.

Ahead lay a village, brightly lit, with faint sounds of bustling activity emanating from it.

At the entrance of the village stands a tall stone tablet with the three blood-stained characters "Baozhong Village" written on it. The well is located right next to the stone tablet outside the village.

"That's weird, that's weird!"

Yang Shuai sighed, "This ghost realm is a world of its own, similar to a secret cave... but it is connected to the real world through this well. Do the ghosts and evil spirits in the ghost realm also need to dig a well for water?"

Chen Yang, on the other hand, was examining the well opening.

The wellhead has a very unique shape, being octagonal, hence the name "octagonal well".

Ordinary people rarely build well openings like this when digging wells. This "octagonal" style is mostly used in Taoist temples and Buddhist temples. The most famous example is the octagonal well of the "Wanshou Palace".

This well is also known as the "Dragon-Suppressing Well". There is a large iron chain in the well. Legend has it that it was dug by Xu Xun, the founder of the Jingming Dao and the Divine Master of Miraculous Salvation, when he was practicing alchemy and cultivating Taoism. Later, Xu Xun killed the evil dragon and suppressed the dragon in the well.

Therefore, these kinds of wells are mostly used to suppress certain things.

Upon closer inspection, one can discover that many "path patterns" are engraved on the wellhead. However, one corner of the wellhead has been damaged, resulting in missing "path patterns".

"This is……"

"The Daoist rune restrictions of the Qingwei Sect?"

Having comprehended the "Qingwei Yuanjiang Great Law," Chen Yang naturally understood the Daoist runes and restrictions of the Qingwei Sect. He couldn't help but recall what the black hanging ghost had said, and suddenly realized, "It seems that this is the entrance to the Ghost Realm. After the Qingwei Sect Leader suppressed many evil ghosts and souls in the Ghost Realm, he used this well to suppress them as well... Unfortunately, the Ghost Realm collapsed later, causing a corner of the well to be damaged!"

The damaged corner alone isn't a big deal.

But just in time...

When Zhang Xiaolong's father was digging a well, he happened to hit the spatial node between this "octagonal well" and the real world, which caused a crack in the suppression restriction, releasing the two vengeful ghosts and the ominous red-haired corpse.

Turbid fog also passed through.
It's estimated that the "villagers" of "Baozhong Village" haven't discovered it yet, otherwise the ghosts and evil spirits here would have already rushed out.

"By the way... could my family's 'Qingwei Yuanjiang Dafa' also be related to the Qingwei Sect Master?"

"Back then, she swept away the evil spirits and suppressed the vengeful ghosts in the Northwest, leaving behind her legacy before departing. By chance, this book, 'Qingwei Yuanjiang Dafa,' ended up in my grandfather's hands, and my grandfather passed it on to my father. Just then, spiritual energy was reviving, and my father managed to cultivate some of its techniques."

If that's the case...

Then wouldn't our Chen family be the true lineage of Qingwei?
"My father died before he could achieve anything significant in his cultivation... Ultimately, the 'Qingwei Yuanjiang Great Method' still needs me to carry it forward. So, to put it mildly, I am the successor of the Qingwei Sect Master across generations?"

Who is the leader of the Qingwei Cult?

The successor of the Qingwei Ancestor "Leiyuan Zhenjun" is said to be the Moon Star Lord, one of the "Eleven Luminaries" of the Heavenly Court. He inherited the Xuantian Thunder Law Talisman and integrated the four schools of Zhengyi, Zhenyuan, Taihua and Guanling to create two secret scriptures, "Qingwei Yuanjiang Dafa" and "Qingwei Shenlie Mifa". He is also known as "Zuyuanjun".

The Qingwei Sect Master was her disciple. She carried forward the Qingwei Sect and was revered as the Golden Palace Illuminating the Wondrous Path of Immortal Protection and Transformation!
"so……"

"Am I a third-generation disciple of the Qingwei Sect?"

This logic is very far-fetched, and it is all Chen Yang's guess without any basis, but if you force it, it makes sense logically!

"The Qingwei School is now fragmented, and most of its traditions have fallen overseas... It seems that we should take action to rectify the situation when the opportunity arises."

Chen Yang had a sudden thought and said, "Commander Yang... let's go into the village for a walk."

Yi Gao people are bold.

Chen Yang stepped over the stone tablet and entered Baizhong Village.

As soon as they entered the village, they heard the sound of children playing. Then, several children chased and played, running up to Chen Yang and Yang Shuai.

"........."

They saw Yang Shuai and Chen Yang, immediately stopped, and looked over in shock.

There were several children, both boys and girls, especially a little girl who was about four or five years old. She had two braids and looked like a porcelain doll.

Yang Shuai stepped forward and praised, "This little girl is so cute..."

The little girl was not only unafraid of strangers, but she also smiled.

Her mouth split open, growing wider and wider until the corners of her lips stretched down to below her ears, revealing a mouthful of fine, sharp teeth. Her gaze fell on Chen Yang, and she drooled as she shouted, "Dad... Mom, strangers have come to the village!"

The other children's eyes also lit up, and they drooled all over the place!
"what?"

"stranger?"

Where is the stranger?

Inside the village, a series of whooshing sounds rang out as ghostly figures rushed in, instantly surrounding Chen Yang and Yang Shuai. One of the short, stunted ghosts wiped the drool from its mouth, its eyes fixed on Chen Yang as if he were a delicious meal, greedily saying, "What a handsome young man, such a tender body... he must taste delicious!"

(End of this chapter)