Dao Qi Wu Zang Guan Guan: I became a Daoist Master in the 1990s

Chapter 187 Day patrol, night patrol!
After six consecutive "daily patrols," his figure flashed a few times in the dark tomb passage, and he had already traversed a long distance, returning to the edge of that chilling, black pool.

He stood by the pool, his face serene, his hands forming the mudra of rebirth, and his mouth reciting sutras for salvation.

The clear and peaceful chanting carries the supreme compassionate power of the esoteric Buddhist scriptures for saving people.

As he chanted the sutra, crimson-gold flames rose around Qi Yun once more, illuminating him as if he were a god descended to earth.

He stepped into the pool, and the flames and black water came into contact, immediately producing an even more violent hissing sound. A large amount of water vapor rose up, mixed with the mournful cries and sighs of relief emitted by countless water puppets as they were being purified.

Qi Yun walked step by step towards the bottom of the pool. Wherever he passed, the black water receded and the vengeful spirits dissolved.

The immense Yin Sha death energy was refined by the Crimson Hunting Fire, nourishing itself and merging into its Qi Sea.

Although the ghosts in this Ghost Pool are numerous, their individual strength is generally weak. Most of them are transformed from those who were trapped and drowned as funerary sacrifices. They are full of resentment but have little cultivation.

After Qi Yun completely purified the entire Ghost Pool and delivered all the souls of the dead, he looked inward and found that the true qi in his dantian had increased by five strands. After being refined and purified by the Crimson Hunting Fire, only two strands were finally solidified and left behind.

Even so, his total amount of true qi has now reached fifty-eight streams, flowing endlessly and even more powerful than before.

When I opened my Dharma Eye again, most of the chaos in my vision had dissipated. Although it was still gray, I could roughly see the outline of the tomb structure and the scattered tiny black dots of light that represented the remaining ghosts.

Without delay, Qi Yun used the "Day Patrol" technique to move unpredictably through the vast ancient tomb, ignoring numerous untriggered deadly traps, and accurately located the remaining ghosts hiding in the corners, chanting scriptures and performing rituals to deliver them from suffering.

As the last vengeful ghost dissipated into wisps of smoke amidst the chanting, the eerie atmosphere that had accumulated in the tomb for hundreds of years seemed to vanish. Although it remained deathly silent, it was no longer terrifying.

The True Qi increased by one more, reaching fifty-nine.

Qi Yun's vision finally became completely clear. Although it was still a gray world, all obstacles were clearly visible, and there was no longer any interference from Yin energy.

He stood in a high passageway, his eyes sharp as lightning, carefully scanning the entire tomb structure, searching for red spots of light that represented the life force of the living.

However, after scanning the area, no other findings were discovered.

"Could it be... that Song Dingqian is ultimately dead?"

He concentrated intently, strained his divine vision to its limit, and made one last check.

This time, they didn't even miss the depths beneath their feet, exploring every inch.

Finally, as he turned his gaze to the deepest part of his body, a faint, almost imperceptible red light faintly entered his senses!

"Hmm? It's been suppressed so deeply!"

Qi Yun felt a chill run down his spine. "Liu Lan is trapped in the Ghost Pool, but there is still a glimmer of hope for her."

Song Dingqian was actually thrown directly into the depths of the mountain!

It seems that those overseas heretics have a far greater understanding of the ancient tomb's mechanisms than we anticipated; they intend to trap people completely, leaving no chance of survival!

This one-time trigger, permanent killing mechanism relies purely on mechanical structure to lock itself in place, and it does not change over time. Its ruthlessness and precision made Qi Yun sigh inwardly at the terrifying nature of mechanical arts.

If he hadn't recently acquired the "Patrol the Netherworld" law, even if he could find Song Dingqian's location, it would have been a pipe dream to try and rescue him by penetrating this incredibly thick layer of solid rock. He would have been left to watch helplessly as Song's life was extinguished.

"The normal passageway leading there must have been completely collapsed and blocked."

"To get through, we must rely on the 'Night Patrol's' ability to penetrate through illusions!" Qi Yun judged.

He immediately went to the tomb chamber closest to the red light, sat down cross-legged, and kept trying to communicate with the "Night Patrol" law.

Once, twice, three times... five times in a row, the law did not react at all, clearly it was still daytime outside.

Qi Yun was not discouraged. He focused his mind and waited, while simultaneously adjusting his breathing to recover.

Finally, on the sixth attempt, he felt a lightness all over his body, as if he had broken free from some invisible shackles. His entire body instantly became blurry and transparent, like a humanoid shadow!
The "night patrol" was a success!
Qi Yun dared not delay for even a moment, as the ten-breath time limit passed in the blink of an eye. He locked his mind on the faint red light buried deep in the ground, and with a swift movement, he disappeared directly into the hard rocky ground!
Entering the mountain caves, I felt an incredibly strange sensation.

The surroundings were not completely dark, but filled with the murky, yellowish luster unique to earth and rocks. The body seemed to lose its weight, and the will could lead to a swift forward speed, far exceeding the normal speed, more than three times the speed of a normal full-speed run!
In the ethereal state, all physical matter is like nothingness, and one can pass through it without a trace.

He swam rapidly toward Song Dingqian's direction.

Qi Yun must arrive within the night patrol time, otherwise, if he reveals himself inside the mountain, he will surely be crushed by the mountain!

At the eighth breath, the scene ahead suddenly changed, passing through a layer of rock wall and entering an extremely small, almost completely blocked, collapsed tomb chamber.

At the end of the tomb chamber was a stone passageway about half a person's height.

At the end, a figure was curled up on the ground, motionless—it was Song Dingqian!
His fists were torn and bloody, and the rock wall beside him was covered with marks of impact. Clearly, after being trapped, he had refused to sit and wait for death and tried to break through with his bare fists. However, he dug not upwards, but diagonally downwards.

Qi Yun's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately understood: "That's it! The mechanism in this tomb is water-driven, so there must be an underground river below."

Song Dingqian wanted to dig an underground river to escape by water! Unfortunately… the air ran out first.

As the ten breaths were about to pass, Qi Yun instantly materialized and knelt on the ground.

A terrifying dizziness and icy stiffness, ten times stronger than a single "day patrol," instantly swept through my entire body!
He was as if frozen in ice for eternity, his thoughts almost completely frozen, unable to move an inch.

This terrifying state lasted for a full ten breaths before gradually subsiding.

Twenty more breaths passed before Qi Yun felt he had regained control of his body, but his limbs were still cold and numb.

He quickly checked Song Dingqian's condition and found that he had simply fainted due to lack of oxygen!
At the same time, Qi Yun's ears twitched slightly as he heard a faint "whoosh" sound coming from the deepest part of the ground beneath his feet.

The way out is indeed below!
Without delay, Qi Yun urged the "Night Patrol" again, his figure becoming ethereal as he plunged directly into the rock.

Three breaths later, he passed through the rock strata and appeared in a huge underground cavern.

Beneath their feet was a protruding boulder, and about ten feet below, a cold, dark underground river flowed ceaselessly, its waters roaring.

Having determined the location and route, Qi Yun recovered and poured fifty-eight streams of powerful true qi into the Chengyun Sword. The sword hummed, and earth-yellow qi condensed, which then transformed into an indestructible sharp golden edge!

"Breaking evil!"

With a low shout, sword energy surged forth, slashing towards the rock in front of him.

The hard rock strata were easily cut and crushed like tofu by the Chengyun Sword, which was imbued with the sword intent of Po Sha.

Qi Yun moved with lightning speed, his sword flashing and stones flying everywhere. In just a few minutes, he had cleared the passage.

"Wow!"

The last thin layer of rock was broken through, and Qi Yun grabbed Song Dingqian by the collar, pulled him out, and brought him to the boulder in the cave.

Qi Yun laid Song Dingqian flat on the ground and pressed his palm against his chest. Pure and gentle true qi, mixed with a trace of the life force of the Crimson Hunting Fire, slowly flowed into him to protect his heart meridian and vibrate his chest cavity.

"Cough! Cough cough cough..."

A moment later, Song Dingqian's body trembled violently, and he coughed violently for a while. His eyelids trembled, and he opened his eyes with difficulty, making a small crack.

His blurry vision gradually focused, and when he saw that the person in front of him was Qi Yun, his eyes instantly flashed with disbelief, shock, and bewilderment.

He opened his mouth, but due to weakness and a feeling of suffocation, he could not make a sound. Only his eyes conveyed endless questions and horror.

He knew better than anyone what kind of desperate situation he was trapped in—a place where there was absolutely no chance of survival!

Qi Yun not only found him, but also pulled him back from the brink of death! What kind of supernatural power is this?
Shocked, Qi Yun's titles of "Master of the Five Organs Temple" and "Director of the Xuan Yi Alliance" were no longer prestigious titles or names that needed to be treated with caution in his mind.

Instead, it has truly become a towering presence, like a pillar of the nation!
After catching his breath for a while, Song Dingqian finally managed to utter a hoarse sound.

"Thank you so much... Master Qi... for saving my life..." Each word took a great deal of his strength.

Qi Yun waved his hand slightly, "Let's regulate our breathing and recover our strength first."

Song Dingqian paused for a moment as instructed, his complexion regaining some color. Then, as if remembering something extremely important, he suddenly grabbed Qi Yun's arm and said urgently, "Master! There's another group of people in the tomb!"

"They are...the descendants of the tomb's occupant...from overseas...they are extremely familiar with the mechanisms...their schemes are far-reaching!"

Qi Yun pressed down on his agitated arm with his other hand, his tone calm and even: "Captain Song, don't worry, all the trouble is over now."

Captain Liu Lan has also been rescued and should be safely evacuated by now.

"Wha...what?!"

Upon hearing this, Song Dingqian's eyes widened suddenly, and he was completely stunned, as if struck by lightning, his face filled with unparalleled shock and blankness.

The earth-shattering message he desperately tried to convey had already been completely and swiftly dealt with by the young abbot before him!
Looking into Qi Yun's unfathomable, calm eyes, Song Dingqian opened his mouth, but for a long time, he could not utter a single syllable.

(End of this chapter)