I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 2 The Eastern Han Dynasty's Proclamation Policy

Underground owner: Tang Ping
Type: ghost, metamorphosis

Realm: The Underground Lord has not been opened (a total of three levels), Ghost

Lifespan: 12 years.

Dark Deed: None (not enabled)
Supernatural powers: gathering Yin (0/100) ghost fire (0/100)

The green book was suspended in the void, Tang Ping rubbed his eyes, and reconfirmed that he was not mistaken.

This picture will appear or disappear with your own thoughts.

"this is not……"

Isn't this something that was excavated by archaeologists before I traveled?

Before crossing, I went to Chang'an with my mentor to excavate the tomb of a prince of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

As the excavation progressed, they discovered that something was wrong with the tomb.

The tomb is a princely tomb, but the owner has no name, not even a skeleton, only an empty coffin.

.

Tang Ping found the Han Dynasty's Gaodi policy inside the coffin.

The so-called Gao Di Ce is also called Huangquan Passport by modern people. This is a letter of introduction for the deceased to go to the underworld.

But this policy is different.

The second half of the report of the Eastern Han Dynasty is the content of Ming Qi.

As the name suggests, the Ming Deed is the title deed of the underworld, confirming the right to use the land.

The two are the most common objects in Qin and Han tombs, but it is the first time to combine them.

And the above content is also very strange, the general idea is to enlighten the Taiyi God, so-and-so got the post of underground lord, and the name of the tomb owner was erased.

This is not a proof that a person has entered the underworld, but rather a proof of entering a job.

And the entire cemetery is full of Taoist style, with flying courtyards, pavilions, and command flags for recruiting troops.

It was as if the owner of the tomb had been dissected into a fairy.

Tang Ping escorted Gao Di Ce to a car accident on the way to the museum. When he woke up, he crossed over to this world. After living for less than a day, he was killed in war.

"Underground Lord..."

Tang Ping looked at the underground owners in the category column and thought.

Tao Hongjing's "Zhen Gao" said: "The master of the underground, the civil servant who unleashes the Tao; the commander of the underground ghost, the military officer who unleashes the Tao."

It is the name of the ghost official of the underworld in the early Taoism.

Functions are similar to judges, city gods, land lords, etc.; later generations were replaced by these positions.

To put it simply, Chenghuang Land is the township head and county magistrate under the feudal centralized system.

Then the subterranean master is the title of Shiyi in the enfeoffment system, with greater power in his own territory and more autonomy.

Of course, they are all small officials of the underworld, and they are all soy saucers in mythology.

"Haha, this is the foundation of one's life."

Tang Ping was very happy.

In any case, it is an ability, and it's not that there is no room for development. The underground master is a local ghost official.

Rounding off is also a ghost king's capital.

"The lifespan of ordinary ghosts is only 12 years, which is true."

"The Ming deed in the penultimate column must be the land roll."

Buying a land scroll represents your control over the land, which is different from ordinary ghosts.

Too bad it can't be turned on yet.

As for the Yin-gathering technique and ghost fire technique, they seem to be the cultivation methods on the ghost bones just now.

The former is a superficial way to absorb Yin Qi, and the latter needless to say.

Tang Ping sat cross-legged on the ground according to the content of the exercises, and practiced according to the content of the Yin Gathering Technique.

With five hearts turned to the sky, except for the translucence of the body, it is no different from ordinary people.

The practice of ghosts has a huge disadvantage, that is, there is no human meridian.

The way to practice is to open your mouth to absorb Yin Qi.

Tang Ping opened his mouth and took a breath of air.

Visualize the cold air evenly starting from the throat, slowly falling to the Tanzhong acupoint, centering on the Tanzhong acupoint, and spreading evenly to other parts of the body.

The process is complicated and requires very focused sensing of every inch, and complete visualization of the route.

It is equivalent to going from one silent recitation to ten thousand.

Even once every second, it takes more than three hours.

Failed several times in a row.

Every distraction fails.

Concentration is too difficult, especially for modern people with poor concentration.

It is not enough to just have an idea, the key depends on one's own perseverance.

Two hours later.

Finally, Tang Ping felt a chill in his abdomen.

There seemed to be a hint of coolness in the lower dantian, and in Tang Ping's induction, there was a dark air flow the size of a hair.

With the birth of Qi Qi, Tang Ping felt that his strength had improved a lot.

This is Yin power.

"It's not right, how did it succeed once?"

Tang Ping was puzzled.

It stands to reason that it takes persistent practice to induce the generation of Yin power.

Is it...

With a thought in Tang Ping's mind, the panel appeared in front of his eyes, only the column of supernatural powers.

Polyyin (1/100)

"Sure enough, as long as you complete the practice once, the progress will increase."

Tang Ping stood up excitedly, unable to calm down for a long time.

God rewards hard work, no pains, no gains.

Isn't this the biggest cheat?
How many people practice hard day and night, and spend half their lives without seeing results?
And I not only have the harvest of hard work, but also can see the progress of hard work, which is already a godsend opportunity.

"There is also a skill, and a way forward. From now on, I will hide here and practice secretly. I don't care if the sky falls."

Tang Ping's inner sense of security increased greatly.

At this time, my head suddenly became a little dizzy, and I almost couldn't stand upright, and my soul and body flickered.

Tang Ping didn't panic, and first took a look at the room.

The house is not big, twenty to thirty square meters.

One room, one bed, one room.

This is Tang Ping's home in the Underworld.

He went under the bed, pulled out a small black jar, lifted the lid, and there was something like mud inside.

This is ghost mud, the lowest ingestion substance for ghosts.

Ghosts also need housing, otherwise there is a risk of being robbed by lonely ghosts; they also need food. Needless to say, if you can survive without eating, you are not a ghost, but a fairy.

Tang Ping suppressed his nausea and ate it.

No smell, muddy taste.

I heard that high-end foods include ghost rice, ghost candles, mugwort smoke, demon blood, etc. Eating these foods can increase one's cultivation.

These will be obtained after I have the ability.

After the meal, the dizziness disappeared immediately.

Put the black altar back to its original place, the femur probably was sucked out of the yin energy due to the awakening of the panel just now, so it turned into a pool of ashes.

Tang Ping got down on his stomach, carefully swept them into a pile with his fingers, and then secretly threw them outside the house.

Another night passed.

From time to time, there was a loud noise outside the house. It should be that those ghosts who went out to find opportunities have returned.

Tang Ping didn't know them very well, it was a nodding acquaintance relationship.

The blood moon disappears, and the gray sun appears.

The night passed.

Tang Ping pushed open the pitch-black wooden door. At this moment, the nearest house opened at the same time, 15 meters away from the wooden house.

An old man emerged from it.

The old man's hair is gray and his complexion is light blue like an ordinary ghost. There is a deep knife cut on his neck, and only a little skin remains to connect his head and body.

"Yo, little brother. Woke up pretty early."

When the old man walked out the door, his head dangled and hung on his chest, as if he was swinging on a swing, he slammed into the door.

"Ahem..." Tang Ping almost couldn't hold back, "Yes, good morning, Uncle Zhang."

This is a decapitated old Zhang, and he can be regarded as a good ghost.

"Didn't you go out to try your luck last night?" the beheaded old Zhang asked.

"Don't dare, it's too dangerous." Tang Ping thought to himself, is it your turn to benefit?I'm afraid that if you really get any benefits, you may not be able to keep them.

The decapitated old Zhang looked sad, and said: "Hey, I really envy you young people, the old man will not live long, unless he becomes a ghost..."

Whoa!
Suddenly, green mist filled the air.

Tick ​​tock.

A pale, thin horse came out through the fog.

(End of this chapter)