Chapter 85: Funeral

Behind a barren hill.

The Yin slave brought me here, looking unhappy, as if he still hated me for ruining his plan. After a long time of hesitation, he finally threw a bottle to me, saying that this was the thing to break the curse.

In the bottle was some black and sticky stuff, like mud, but it exuded a foul smell.

The smell was so strong that it was a bit irritating to the eyes. I couldn't help but ask: "Is this reliable? Isn't it some kind of poison?"

"Who dares to poison you?"

The Yin slave said sarcastically: "My master went through so much trouble not to see a dead person. If I really wanted you to die, I would have had the chance to kill you when we first met!"

This guy's eyes flickered, and his ghost nature was scary. His eyes were dim, as if he had endured me for a long time.

I thought about it and it seemed to make sense, but the stuff in the bottle was really dirty, so I couldn't help but mutter, "Why does it feel like urine mud?"

"It's urine mud!"

Yin Nu sneered, "What do you think it is? Boy's urine mixed with grave soil, poked with garlic pestle for seven days and seven nights, stirred thoroughly, then sealed and offered, kowtowed nine times and eight times every day, it's not easy!"

I thought to myself that it was even harder for me, I felt so disgusted, I looked at the bottle left and right but still felt uneasy, thinking that we almost lost our lives, could it be that in the end it was just for a bottle of urine mud? It was really too insulting, so I couldn't help but ask, "Is that all the ingredients?"

"How can it be that simple? That's just a little primer. After offering it, you have to add black dog urine or something, and finally add some cockroach feces, which is similar to the kind of food called yogurt you make outside now, fermented with the bacteria in cockroach feces..."

The Yin slave knew everything, and at the end, he changed the subject and rolled his eyes: "You asked so many questions, do you want it or not? If not, give it back to me!"

I felt that this grandson was definitely disgusting me on purpose, but for the sake of my own life, I immediately turned around to avoid the Yin slave's snatch, poured out the black mud in the bottle, gritted my teeth and smeared it all on my face.

However, I didn't feel any special effects. I just felt a cool sensation on my face. The black mud dried very quickly and condensed on my face in an instant, then cracked and fell off. But the strange smell could not be dissipated, especially at the philtrum. It was a bit too smelly. Breathing back and forth was very refreshing.

"Hehehe..."

The Yin slave smiled grimly on the side, and a small exquisite ceramic jar stood in the center of his palm: "Silly boy, this is the nectar prepared by my master himself. Originally, this is the antidote for you. If you want to do something weird, just use your urine mud. Within a week, you will stink ten miles in the wind!"

After saying that, it raised its hand, and the small ceramic jar "snapped" in front of me. Inside was some slightly pink paste, similar to the gouache of women in the old days, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.

This is naked revenge!

My face turned green, and I watched the other person crush the paste into pieces in front of me, and then walked away in a swagger.

As the saying goes, you have to look at the owner before you beat the dog, but this can be understood from another perspective. It is probably that what kind of dog you have, there must be what kind of owner you have. Generally, those who can raise the kind of vicious dog that bites people everywhere are basically not good things. The so-called "people from the same family don't enter the same door" is this truth.

I basically have a premonition that the woman who is talking to me is probably not a good character to deal with.

The stench on my face is getting stronger and stronger. I rubbed it with my hands and wiped it with my sleeves, but it was useless. I had no choice but to spit on the palm of my hand, and then wiped it hard on my face, so... it became even stinkier.

This is a small revenge, but the lethality is too strong. I gritted my teeth and raged for a long time, and finally went back dejected.

My master had long disappeared. Brother Yaozi said that he called Lao Bai and went to a quiet place to heal his wounds.

Lao Bai was a person who could not do anything but caused trouble. I couldn't understand what the point was for my master to call him?

After half a day, Lao Bai came back with a complicated expression.

I was worried about my master's condition. I glanced at the Yin slave who was far away in the dark and approached him to ask him about his condition in a low voice.

Lao Bai, this grandson, immediately retched twice, as if he was splashed with feces. He quickly stepped back and used an extremely tangled expression to describe the complex smell on my body. I punched him in the face, and then he stopped, but he refused to say a word about my master's condition.

I became more and more anxious and kept following him and asking questions.

I don't know if it was intentional or he was really annoyed by my pestering. In the end, Lao Bai just sat on a huge rock and sighed softly: "You are a troublemaker. We are all veterans and have long passed the age of hot-blooded impulse. But after being tossed around by a young man like you, we burst out our last loyalty like old guard dogs. I always feel that I can only be worthy of you if I sacrifice my life..."

After saying that, he left with a shake of his head, and refused to say anything more.

However, I smelled something different. From what he said, it seemed that... my master did not really admit defeat and was planning something big! !

One day and one night passed quickly, and the urine mud given to me by the Yin slave really worked. During this period of time, I no longer turned into a paper man, and the evil curse on my body seemed to have been really solved.

My master has been missing until the Yin slave came to urge him, and then he staggered back from the dim distance.

After a day of rest, he could at least walk, and the frost on his body disappeared, but his face was as pale as gold paper, and he looked very weak. His slender body even seemed to be emaciated, as if it could be blown down by a gust of wind.

Yin Nu was particularly concerned about my master, fearing that this day would take him a day to catch his breath. He stared at my master up and down. After a long time, he finally confirmed that my master was seriously injured and weak. He felt relieved and turned away, calling us to follow him.

However, in my eyes, my master definitely has a big problem!

I didn't spend a long time with him, but I probably know him a little bit. He is a very proud person. That kind of pride is not on his face, but in his bones. He has a kind of generous and tragic spirit. Even if he plunges into the crowd, he will stand out.

He does not belong to this era. When I look at him, I always have an illusion that time has gone back and I see Su Wu, who was unyielding and unyielding more than 2,000 years ago, and Lu Xiufu, who jumped into the sea with the young emperor on his back. He is probably one of these people. No matter when, he always holds his head high and is worthy of the world, even if he is seriously injured.

However, at this moment, his shoulders collapsed, and his arms drooped, as if those arms were heavier than a thousand pounds! !

This state is very wrong. He must be planning something!

I became more and more uneasy, and always felt that I might lose him. On the way, I wanted to get close to him and try to talk to him several times.

In fact, I have accepted it now. I put aside all the hexagrams and prophecies. I will talk about it after I get through this hurdle safely!

But every time, before I opened my mouth, my master knew what I was going to say, and glared at me fiercely, which immediately made me speechless. I was so anxious that my face turned red, and he smiled gently. In short, he didn't say a word to me.

I was cornered and was about to stop him by force, but Lao Bai showed up and pulled me to whisper, "Don't worry about it. It's already done. Let him do it. If he does it, there's still a glimmer of hope. But if he doesn't do it, he'll die."

Lao Bai's frank eyes told me that this was no joke. My master was afraid that I would do something stupid, so he made things deadlocked.

I sighed, thinking that this friendship could not be repaid in a lifetime, even if I sacrificed the blessings of my ancestors!

In fact, the entrance to the next level is in the temple that suppressed the Water King.

After overturning the shrine on the high platform, there was a narrow corridor that could only accommodate one person.

However, this corridor has been sealed for many years and has obviously never been used. I can't help but wonder if there might be another passage, otherwise how did this Yin slave come out?

"My master said that when a distinguished guest comes, he must go through the main gate."

Yin Nu seemed to guess what I was thinking. While leading the way in front, she pinched her throat and said shrilly: "She also said that you may have some misunderstandings about her and are too hostile. Going through the main gate will help each other understand each other."

The corridor is not long, at most only a hundred meters. The front is suddenly open, and there is an empty tomb made of square bluestone slabs.

There are no mechanical arrangements, no burial objects, and no formations to suppress evil spirits.

Two stone doors are inlaid on the front, each with a beast face, which looks like a dragon but is not a dragon. It should be the legendary beast-Tianlu.

Folks also call this beast Pixiu.

In front of the tomb door, a square tripod is displayed in the center, with a bronze giant spear on the left and a bronze weapon on the right. It is similar to an axe and is an ancient weapon called Yue.

"This arrangement..."

I widened my eyes and said in a lost voice: "This seems to be... a ritual burial!!"

Lao Bai and the others were confused and didn't know why.

But I couldn't calm down.

The tomb is located between yin and yang, and it must conform to the principles of heaven and earth, the way of yin and yang, and the law of the world.

This ritual burial tomb has reached the highest standards in all three aspects!

In the long history of feudal emperors in China for two thousand years, there are more than four hundred emperors, and no more than ten can afford this kind of ritual burial. Others can't afford it!

Even if some emperors are overbearing, arrogant and unreasonable, and insist on doing it for themselves, the ritual officials will not arrange it, because it is too important. An ancestor of my family said in his handwriting that if you don't fulfill your duty, you won't be beheaded and arranged. If you arrange it, it will backfire on the country and your descendants will be cut off!

In short, it is better to die one person than to die a nest!

Who is this master? !

He was clearly suppressed here as an evil demon, but the last Heavenly Official arranged a funeral of the highest standard. This in itself is contradictory, full of strangeness and mystery...