Holy Bone

Chapter 213 Mr. Feng Shui, Feng Shui Bell
Another Feng Shui master in a gown of Tai Chi Bagua also spoke.

"Speaking of crossing the river and entering the Cave of Thousand Corpses, people who cross the river are perfect."

"The man who crosses the river specializes in crossing the living to meet the dead where the dead are. I think that if you follow the man who crosses the river, you will have a better chance of successfully breaking through the Cave of Thousand Corpses."

jingle--

Mr. Feng Shui had three copper bells hanging around his waist, which rang softly and crisply at night.

The three copper bells are very small and delicate.

Styles vary.

A copper bell is engraved with a tomb-slayer beast.

A copper bell is engraved with landscapes, birds and animals.

A copper bell engraved with the roaring river.

Each bell is exquisitely made, comparable to handicrafts, not ordinary bells that can be seen everywhere in the folk.

"Old man, why don't we join hands, you give me a ride, and we will take care of each other after entering the cave of thousands of corpses, how about it?"

The Feng Shui master with three copper bells hanging around his waist looked at the blind man crossing the river with a gentle smile on his face.

The little monkey squatting on the shoulders of the old man crossing the river was very quiet at this time.

This little monkey is human.

Perhaps even it knows that the Yinyijiang Thousand Corpse Cave it will go to next is very dangerous, and it is rare and quiet at this moment.

A pair of monkey eyes stared closely at the Thousand Corpse Cave, which was as dark as a devil's mouth.

Nervous.

"The rules of the ferry business should be clear, right?"

This was the first time Jin An heard the blind man crossing the river speak.

The voice was hoarse and rough, like rough stones being grinded unpleasantly.

It is estimated that the throat has been injured.

When the man crossing the river spoke, he looked at Mr. Feng Shui. Even if he lost his eyes, it did not affect his daily life in the slightest.

Jin An suddenly thought of a very compelling sentence.

I am blind, but not blind.

"Little brother, that Mr. Feng Shui is not simple." Just as Jin An lowered his head and suppressed a smile, the old Taoist muttered to Jin An in a low voice.

"Huh?" Jin An couldn't help but look at the Feng Shui master a few more times.

"Old Daoist, did you see something?"

Standing in the crowd, the old Taoist secretly raised his finger to the three small bells hanging on Mr. Feng Shui's waist, and explained the reason.

"Little brother, have you noticed the three small bells that Mr. Feng Shui hangs around his waist?"

"This bell is also called Fengshui bell in the Fengshui world. Mr. Fengshui has two treasures, the bell and the compass."

"In the feng shui world, there is an unwritten rule that if two feng shui masters fight over business, acupressure, personal grievances, etc., whoever wins can take off the other's feng shui bell, and then hang the other's feng shui bell on his waist , It is used to tell outsiders that this person has lost under my hands, and his fellow disciples or apprentices in the future will not be able to do business in my land, unless he wins Feng Shui Ling again by fighting again."

"So, it is a very shameful thing for Mr. Feng Shui to lose his Feng Shui bell. And this Feng Shui bell is often hung around his waist by his opponent and made public. This is even more shameful and humiliating. vicious."

Jin An was a little surprised when he heard this.

These Fengshui masters, who usually give people a moderate style, unexpectedly fought so fiercely.

really.

No matter what industry, peers are enemies.

The old Taoist continued to explain in a low voice: "Little brother, look at that Fengshui master, there are three Fengshui bells hanging on his waist, each of which has a different style, which means that he won two of them."

"At least he has fought against two Feng Shui masters, and he has won two consecutive victories without losing once."

"That's why I said that he is not simple."

The old Taoist's words made Jin'an start to look squarely at the Feng Shui master in the Tai Chi gossip robe.

And the conversation between Mr. Feng Shui over there and the old ferryman is still going on.

"The ferry borrows the way of the dead, borrowing the way of the dead. As the saying goes, money can make ghosts turn the wheel. I understand the rules of the ferryman. After I get off the Cave of Thousand Corpses, if the old man is in danger, I can help the old man. Once, as the price of an equivalent exchange."

After hearing Mr. Feng Shui's words, the old man who crossed the river didn't know whether he could distinguish his position by listening to the sound, or whether his eyes were not completely blind but could barely see. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the three Feng Shui bells hanging by Mr. Feng Shui's waist. .

He nodded with a half-smile: "It's easy to say, easy to say."

Seeing that the man who crosses the river is so talkative, Mr. Feng Shui and the man who crossed the river so easily reached a cooperation, several other folk exorcists present also approached the old man who crossed the river.

The man who crosses the river repeats the same sentence every time: "The rules of ferrying the Yin Road should be clear, right?"

In order to let the river-crosser take them in, these people learned from Mr. Feng Shui. After going down the Yinyi River, if the river-crosser is in danger, they can save the river-crosser once as an equivalent exchange price.

I don't know if these people said sincere words, or if they were perfunctory to deceive the people crossing the river. Anyway, the people crossing the river smiled dryly, and everyone who was easy to talk agreed to board these people.

After that, there were four people who went to find the man who crossed the river.

Including the previous Feng Shui master, a total of five people found cooperation with the old man who crossed the river.

Seeing that the old man who crossed the river suddenly became so talkative, Jin An frowned.

I always feel that there is something wrong with the person crossing the river.

I don't know if it was because of the little monkey smashing it, but Jin An was upset even with the old man who was watching the man crossing the river.

I always feel that the person crossing the river is not a kind person, it is impossible for him to be so kind and talkative.

"Old man, this raft can only accommodate three people at a time. All of us together, there are six people in total, twice the number of people. I'm afraid this raft can't accommodate so many people?"

Someone asked questions to the old man who crossed the river.

The man crossing the river raised his hand and touched the dry bottom of the Yinyi River with a half-smile: "Then there just happened to be a boat coming..."

Several people heard the words and looked over.

Uh.

Everyone was surprised.

In the Yinyi River that has not completely dried up, as the temperature drops sharply in the middle of the night, a mist rises on the surface of the river. In the mist, an empty fishing boat slowly floats down from the upper reaches, as if the empty fishing boat is really empty. Some people are swaying the oars, which is simply evil.

There was no one on board, and I don't know if some fisherman didn't tie the rope properly, the Yinyi River stopped flowing, the water level receded, and the fishing boat was washed down from the upper reaches.

The fishing boat drifted slowly.

Finally ran aground on the shore.

Coincidentally, it happened to run aground near them, and the scull fishing boat had enough seats to accommodate five or six people.

Jin An frowned.

"Little brother, let's stay away from the man crossing the river later, that man has a ghost." The old Taoist quietly reminded Jin An.

Jin An was thoughtful.

At this time, there is still a country witch, a taciturn Mr. Yin and Yang, a questioner, and a big man with eyebrows who is kicking and fighting with Kuixing.

All four said they acted alone.

Don't want to be in the same boat with people.

I guess they all gave Jin An a glance. This trip to the Thousand Corpse Cave is extremely dangerous. I can't trust outsiders. I'm worried that I will be stabbed in the back and use others to open the way for me or encounter bad things with pig teammates, so I would rather act alone.

Of course, this is also a manifestation of being very conceited about one's own abilities.

"Since everyone has been allocated, let's go, everyone, I wish us a smooth and peaceful suppression of the Dragon King this time, and everyone can go ashore safely."

"The blessings of future generations, as well as the promotion of officials and honors promised by the court to you, are all waiting for you to return in triumph."

After the captain boosted morale, he gave an order, and everyone on the pier started to set off.

When the captain was speaking to boost morale, he subconsciously glanced at Jin'an's side. This time he said nothing to let Jin'an speak any pre-war mobilization orders.

Jin An's egg hurts.

Captain, what is that look in your eyes?

If you boost morale, you boost morale, why do you want to take a special look at me?

Jin An slandered in his heart, and then set foot on the raft with the old Taoist priest and Jian Jian.

Pfft!
There was a loud sound of falling into the water, and white water waves were smashed up.

It was the old man who carried the corpse who threw a black wooden coffin to the bottom of the Yinyi River, causing huge waves, and the coffin floated on the surface of the water with the help of the buoyancy of the wood.

The corpse-bearer leaped nimbly.

The person is already sitting firmly on the coffin lid.

He didn't even need a torch, and the coffin was carrying people, and he had already drifted into one of the caves in the Thousand Corpse Cave.

The entrance of the cave is dark and densely connected.

Dozens, hundreds of gloomy graves seem to have been shot out by weasels...

Then came the pair of mourners in white robes and black robes.

One of them held a mourning stick, the other held a soul-strike stick, and the torch was inserted on the raft, and the two of them drifted into another cave in the Thousand Corpses Cave on the second raft.

The two seemed to be crying but not laughing, smiling but not crying, they laughed like they were crying over a grave, and they cried like they were crying over a grave. They were miserable and creepy in the dark night. Ordinary people would have been scared out of their wits long ago.

The mourners and brothers were crying for the dead, crying for the thousands of drowned who were buried in the cave of thousands of corpses.

Use mourning.

Cry your way out.

The mourner's raft quickly disappeared into the dark, abyss, and eerie bottomless cave.

woohoo-

At the beginning, I could still hear the mournful wailing of the mourner brothers.

But not long after, the dark abyss swallowed up the voices of the mourners' two brothers crying over the grave. It is not known whether they succeeded in crying out of the pile of dead people during the eruption of yin energy, or failed and died...

The third person to enter the Cave of Thousand Corpses was the country witch.

The fourth person is Mr. Inquirer.

The fifth person is the always taciturn Mr. Yin Yang.

The sixth person is a big man with eyebrows hanging from Kuidou Kicking Star.

The caves each of them drifted into were different, like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers.

At this time, only the captain representing the imperial court was left on the pier;

The man who crosses the river and Mr. Feng Shui are six of them.

and the three of Jin'an;

"Who should invite first?" Du Wei asked with a smile.

squeak-

The monkey squatting on the shoulder of the man crossing the river bared his teeth at Jin An, and the man crossing the river took the others with him and boarded the fishing boat drifting downstream.

"General Duwei, then we will wait for you below." Jin An, who was wearing a five-color Taoist robe, cupped his fist at Duwei.

"Old way, cut the sword, let's go, it's time for us to go on the road."

Captain: "?"

The captain looked at Jin An on the raft with a sore tooth.

How can this be said.

He's just getting a boost.

Jin An immediately gave him an ominous omen.

Next, soldiers helped Jin An and the others untie the ropes, and then, with Jin An supporting the bamboo pole, the raft slowly drifted into the Cave of Thousand Corpses.

"Uh!"

The captain looked at the raft of the three of Jin'an, which drifted into the same dark cave after the fishing boat of the man crossing the river.

I don't know if it's a coincidence.

Still deliberately...

"Is the ominous sign coming so soon..."

The captain felt his eyelids start to twitch.

"Let's go, it's time for us to go down to the Cave of Thousand Corpses to avenge the brothers who died in the Cave of Thousand Corpses!" The captain walked heavily, and took his well-equipped cavalry brothers with him to the remaining rafts.

(End of this chapter)