Holy Bone

Chapter 244

Jin An looked at the old Taoist again dumbfounded.

"Old Daoist, we are now on other people's territory."

"You don't worry at all that there are ears in the coffin. The Lord of the Teng Kingdom in the coffin heard you burying him like this. When we find the body of the Lord of the Teng Kingdom, in case he doesn't pinch anyone, he will specifically pinch you. What about the neck?"

Jin An's words immediately caused everyone to laugh.

But this is an ancient tomb. After everyone laughed, they stopped immediately and continued to keep the team moving quietly in the dark cave.

Really don't say it.

Jin An's words had an effect, making the old Taoist shrink his neck subconsciously.

Jin An looked at the old Taoist priest who only now knew how timid he was, and said with a smile, "Old Taoist, you just don't cry when you see the coffin, and now you know you're afraid."

I don't know.

The old Taoist touched the back of his neck, looked suspiciously back at the glass bottle behind him, then looked up at the black lacquered mountain wall above his head, and said suspiciously to Jin'an: "No, little brother, the old Taoist said to me just now. I feel strange in this tomb, as if there are eyes staring at the old man, but when the old man looked back, the eyes disappeared again."

among those present.

No one is ordinary.

In addition, this is an ancient imperial mausoleum.

The old Taoist's words immediately aroused everyone's vigilance.

But everyone checked carefully, and found nothing abnormal. The surrounding area of ​​the cave was pitch black, and the only light source, apart from the glass bottles behind them, was the torches in their hands.

In this cave, except for the abandoned mausoleum that was only half built.

Let alone the most common coffin in the tomb.

Not even a corpse was seen.

"Old Daoist, could it be the psychological effect of you thinking too much in the dark?" Jin An frowned.

This... To be honest, the old Taoist was really not sure if he just had a psychological effect after he had just experienced the incident of taking pictures with magnets.

"Shearing the sword, did you see anything?" Jin An asked Xiang Xiang all the way, cutting the sword in a dull manner.

Jianjian shook his head dumbly.

did not speak.

"This cave is indeed a bit weird. Now we are getting closer and closer to the main tomb where the body of the Lord of Teng Kingdom is buried. Come closer, everyone, and don't be left alone at this juncture."

Jin An said in a deep voice.

Then he reminded the old Taoist: "Old Taoist, there are gods standing three feet above your head. You should try to say a few words as little as possible on the next road. Now no one knows what is going on with the Lord of the Teng Kingdom, is it right now? Hanging above our heads, we outsiders who are watching the tomb."

Old Taoist: "?"

Hearing Jin An's words, the old Taoist suddenly felt a toothache. The little brother's words sounded so shabby, the back of his neck, which was already feeling chilly, felt even colder now.

Next.

The team began to move on.

After walking for a certain distance, I came across a few glass bottles along the way, all of which were discarded before completion and could not be lit.

"Every piece of glass bottles that are rare treasures outside is a priceless treasure. It's a pity that there are so many semi-finished glass bottles here." The old Taoist said regretfully all the way.

Jin An glanced at the old Taoist priest and said, Do you have any thoughts about the antiques in these tombs?
The old Taoist gave Jin An a blank look, and replied, little brother, you can pull it down, money is precious, if it is for freedom, everything can be thrown away, old Taoist, my free and unrestrained life is not enough, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in a prison spent.

The old Taoist patted his chest again, and spoke loudly, saying that the whole world is full of royal land!Even if the antiques in this ancient tomb are accidentally dug up, they must be handed over to the imperial court.

The old Taoist's nonsense can only be used to fool ghosts. No one in the room knows that the old Taoist said this to the captain on purpose, which is called full of desire to survive.

After all, in the eyes of folks like them, the captain can be regarded as a "court eagle dog".

Of course, Jin An didn't mean to belittle the captain.

After walking for a while, Jin'an and the others actually found a finished glass bottle again, which contained wax oil and a wick.

puff.

The flames shot up, illuminating a large area in the vicinity again, and at the same time illuminating the mountain wall above the head again.

This time they saw the murals on the mountain wall again.

This time, there are no people on the mural, only dragons. This is a very large picture of hundreds of dragons.

"This picture of a hundred dragons is really interesting. Is this a meeting of a hundred dragons?" Jin An looked at it very carefully.

"The murals that have been depicting the life of the Lord of the Teng Kingdom suddenly turned into a picture of a hundred dragons. Could it be that the intercourse of the Hundred Dragons (gòu) is used to imply the daily life of the Lord of the Teng Kingdom in procreating offspring?"

Old Taoist: "!"

Everyone:"!"

Little brother, something is wrong with you!
However, this time the mural was broken again before they finished reading it. It was they who walked to the edge of the lighting of the glass jar. The Kongming monk of Bailong Temple boldly went to the next glass jar to light the source of fire. .

It turned out that the glass bottle was a semi-finished product again.

Another glass bottle was replaced, it was still a semi-finished product.

"Abbot, Lieutenant, no, the next colored glass bottles are all semi-finished products. There is no wax oil and wick in the colored glass bottles." Monk Kong Ming walked back again.

After Monk Kongming rejoined the team, everyone was about to go on their way again, but when they were about to step out of the lighting range of the glass bottle, the sharp-eyed mourner pointed to the mountain wall and said in surprise: "There are words here!"

Everyone was surprised when they heard it.

Hurry up and surround them.

Sure enough, I saw a line of writing on the mountain wall.

"A skinny kid?"

Everyone whispered the three words on the mountain wall, but immediately realized how familiar the words looked.

Isn't this the handwriting that reminded them of the negative pregnancy in the underground palace!

"Pi Chanzi, what do you mean?"

As a result, after asking around, everyone shook their heads three times.

No one has ever heard of what a skinny is.

"Could it be the same as the literal meaning? This skin is used to refer to the murals on the mountain wall. The reason why those paints have not fallen off or been damaged for so many years is not because the paint is special, nor is it because the environment here is dry. It is suitable for preserving murals, but these murals are all painted with leather?"

Monk Hongzhao of Bailong Temple guessed.

"Painting with leather? There are many legends about killing people in the picture of a lady. It is said that a few dynasties ago, there was a rumor in the court that a lady in the picture of a lady stepped out of the scroll and tried to assassinate the emperor. The picture of a lady is stripping Next, the skin of a lady is painted with human skin, so the painting of the lady can be lifelike, and it is collected as a treasure in the court."

"But aren't real dragons mythical beasts in ancient mythology? Could it be that the picture of hundreds of dragons on this mural is really the master of Teng Kingdom who learned how to hunt a hundred dragons from ancient times, and then peeled off the skins of the hundred dragons and painted them for thousands of years without decaying?" A rotten mural of a hundred dragons?"

"But this obviously doesn't make sense. The master of the Teng Kingdom is really so powerful that he can subdue the Nine Heavens Flying Dragon. He won't bow down to the ruler of a small country. In the end, he can't even keep the fate of the small country and is wiped out by other princes. .”

The monk Kongming of Bailong Temple looked at the abbot, and then at the monk Hongzhao, the elder of Wu Dao, shook his head and expressed his thoughts.

The head of the Arhat Hall is also an eminent monk with fine details.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be the head of Arhat Hall.

Listening to the conversation between the two eminent monks of Bailong Temple, everyone showed expressions of astonishment, and began to carefully observe the murals on the mountain wall again with the firelight of the glazed jars.

At the same time, he secretly raised his vigilance to guard against the strangeness of these murals.

As for Jin'an, after listening to the conversation between the two eminent monks of Bailong Temple, he first thought of Mr. Yiyun of the Painted Skin Man.

Thinking of this, Jin An frowned.

Could it be that the tomb of the Lord of Teng Kingdom thousands of years ago has something to do with the way of painting skin?

But after thinking about it carefully, I feel that there is no necessary connection between the two, because Mr. Yiyun is practicing the Dao of Danqing, which is famous for its grandeur and righteousness.

There is a fundamental difference between ghosts painted on human skin and ghosts in folklore.

Speaking of Mr. Yiyun, Jin An began to miss Chang County and Mr. Yiyun, and Mr. Yiyun left without saying goodbye for almost half a year...

"Could it be the sorcery of Ghost Painted Skin?"

Jin An stared at the mural and the line of reminding words on the mural, and expressed his guess.

But Jin An's conjecture was immediately rejected.

As the saying goes, it is difficult to paint the bones when painting a person.

Ghost Painted Skin also needs to peel off the human skin.

If they didn't see these hundred dragon pictures, but only saw the human-shaped murals in front of them, they might be able to explain it with painted skins, but how did these hundred dragon skins come from now?

"Could it be that we misunderstood the meaning from the beginning? Although the word "pi" left by the predecessors has the word "pi", it has no real relationship with "pi"? Maybe this "pi" has other meanings?"

someone said.

Although this can barely be explained, this explanation is a bit too far-fetched. According to people's naming habits, they will never give an irrelevant name for no reason.

"Although I don't know what a piquanzi is, I think we should try our best not to act rashly, and don't touch these calm-looking murals lightly." Jin An suggested with a frown.

"The mysterious person who keeps reminding us, since he only reminded us but didn't destroy these murals, must have some concerns, let him just remind us, not destroy these murals."

"It's like the candle-yin fetus we met in the underground palace. If we had acted rashly at that time, we would have been buried in the sea of ​​flames now. Even if we didn't die in the end, we would lose a few layers of skin."

What Jin An said was exactly what everyone was worried about, that's why so many people here just quietly looked at the murals, and didn't do anything as soon as they came up.

"Old lady, I support Jin Engong's words. Since the mysterious person who went down to the tomb first can see the clues in the tomb many times, he must be a well-informed expert. He saved us once, so there is no need to do it again." In turn, harm us." The country witch echoed Jin An's words and said.

Then the mourner brothers also stood up one after another, agreeing with Jin An's words.

The whole team unanimously agreed with Jin'an's proposal.

As long as these things on the mountain wall don't take the initiative to offend them, they try to avoid extra complications, so as not to cause unpredictable consequences.

Suddenly, Jin'an noticed something unusual about the old Taoist priest, who had been chattering all the way, but now he was surprisingly quiet.

It's just that he kept chanting about Pi Chanzi Pi Chanzi repeatedly in his mouth, his face was almost wrinkled into an old orange face, and he kept chanting and thinking hard.

Jin An frowned, and asked the old Taoist if he thought of something?
The old Taoist suddenly slapped his thigh and called out: "Pi Chanzi! Old Taoist, I finally remembered what this is! No wonder I always feel very familiar with the old Taoist. I must have heard of it somewhere. Isn't this Pi Chanzi Pi Qingzi! In some places it is also called Huangpizi!"

Pi Qingzi!
Cutting his sword in a daze, he looked thoughtfully at the murals on the mountain wall.

The small detail of Jianjian happened to be seen by Jin An. It seems that Jianjian has already recognized what those painted murals are.

At this time, when the old Taoist looked at the murals on the mountain wall again, his body shivered. This time he was a lot more honest, and he didn't dare to comment on these murals with great heart like before.

"Everyone should have heard of tattoos, right? Tattoo artists use needles with ink to tattoo people's skin with some sacrificial patterns or characters. In the past or some tribes in the grasslands, some tribes used tattoo totems for sacrifices. Later, the ink punishment was invented to tattoo the faces of criminals and slaves. Although the ink punishment has been abolished now, and there are some people in Kangding country out of personal preference, there are still a few people who really voluntarily tattoo themselves..."

"Of course, these are just a little digression. We mainly talk about the origin of this Piqingzi. This Piqingzi is mainly pronounced in two words. One is skin and the other is green. Tattooing on human skin is the same. It is called Piqingzi, and the tattoo on the skin of a weasel, one of the five northern immortals, is called Huangpizi."

"These painted murals are not real dragon skins, and the Lord of the Teng Kingdom is not powerful enough to really hunt real dragons. These are tattoo artists who first tattooed dragon patterns on the skin of living people, and waited for the blood circulation of the living people to wait. After the tattoo is stabilized, the living skin is peeled off alive, and after antiseptic treatment, it is pasted on the mountain wall to form a complete mural, so that it will not fade for thousands of years, and by the way, the owner of the tomb will be famous for thousands of history."

The more the old Taoist spoke, the more dignified his expression became.

At the same time, he couldn't help scolding the lord of the Teng Kingdom, who is so inhumane that he actually used these sorcery to make a name for himself in history, praising his great feats of bullshit.

"It's a good thing that Wuzhou Prefecture doesn't belong to the Northland. What we met was Pi Qingzi, not Huang Pizi, one of the Five Immortals of the North. Huang Pizi is far more evil than a human skin floating above his head. Can be called one of the Five Immortals, Moreover, using so many weasel skins as murals is equivalent to falling into the den of Huang Daxian and never returning." The old Taoist said happily.

The mourner brother was puzzled at this moment: "Chen Daochang, aren't the tattoos Zhaqing, but these murals are all colored?"

The old Taoist shook his head and said: "Since there are Yin assassins among the tattoo masters, it is not surprising that there are also a few tattoo masters who master special secret techniques. Everyone here is not an ordinary person, and everyone must have heard of the Yin assassin. A profession that is about to disappear? Whether it is Piqingzi or Pichanzi, its way is a bit like pricking yin and nourishing evil. The murals all over the wall are equivalent to pricking yin and nourishing evil on the wall. Mountains, south, water and north are yang , the north of the mountain and the south of the river are yin, if this mountain is yin, it will be damp and cold, so many evil things are painted on the mountain wall with heavy yin, and after thousands of years of nourishment from the burial atmosphere of the yin house, I am afraid that some transformation has already taken place."

"But fortunately, the mausoleum was completely shut down before it was built. These scorpions should not be complete, so the road was calm and it will not affect us for the time being. But if we take the initiative to touch it, we don't know what will happen. It's..."

The old Taoist said happily.

Then urge everyone to get on the road and get out of these skinny areas first.

Always being overlooked by these bastards from the darkness overhead is always unsettling.

After listening to the old Taoist's explanation, everyone at this time finally understood the power of Pi Chanzi.

The mourners and brothers looked at the old Taoist priest and couldn't help admiring them.

The mourner: "Chen Daochang, you know it so clearly, but have you ever encountered such a bastard?"

The old Taoist glanced at Brother Wailer.

"Old Daoist, I did encounter Pi Chanzi, but it wasn't a human Pi Qingzi, but a yellow leather one that caused trouble when You Fang came to the Northland."

(End of this chapter)