Yinshan Village

The word "hundred years" on the imperial decree was scratched off for a moment, the sky was filled with hidden thunderstorms, the purple light was hidden behind the dark clouds, the lightning blossomed and snowed brightly, and soybean-sized raindrops fell down in an instant.

Kong Xuyang laughed furiously as he wiped the rainwater from his face and held up the imperial decree: "The time has not yet come, and this decree is still valid, wait to be struck to death by heavenly thunder, you bunch of rabble!"

The Daoist zombie inside the gate of the Yinshan Village was not panicked, ringing a bell with his right hand and raising his eyes to slowly say, "Form a formation to meet the enemy."

The rain smashed the money for the dead, the red and white candles, and the incense that hadn't been burned to extinction, and the obscure oil lamps lit up in every house in Yinshan Village, reflecting the broken figures on the windows.

These silhouettes are all men in their prime, they are missing an arm or a leg, and some of them have been blown up to the point that only half of their heads are left, and they move slowly as they walk out of the house step by step, and just as these men walk out, and are about to be drenched by the rain, a yellowed oil-paper umbrella opens up above their heads, and shields them from the downpour of rain that comes down from the heavens, which represents the punishment for their sins.

The woman in the white birthday suit, her head cracked on the bridge abutment, followed the man without saying a word, holding the umbrella for him without moving, their hands clasped tightly under the umbrella.

The bride, dressed in a red dowry with her head covered, holding a wedding handkerchief in one hand and a pair of red scissors dripping blood in the other, was carried on the back of a bowed matron of honor as she staggered out of the mountain forest, and the delicate laughter of a happy and contented woman emanated from under the cover.

"The Red Fury is listed in the left position." The Taoist raised his hand and a yellow talisman flew out of his sleeve and was affixed to the bride's head at the head of the row.

That the bride underneath the happy woman raised no eyeballs pitch-black eye sockets, hey should laugh, hanging head a shake, standing on the left side of the motionless.

The soggy old man crawled out of the weir, his green and puffy face covered with bright green floating weeds, his mouth open, and a steady stream of dark mud and sand flowed down.

"The White Fury is listed in the right position." The Taoist stood on his wrist and pinched a gesture, so these old men did not move, their black hole-like ebony eyes staring deathly out of the village gate.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, Kong Xuyang looked at the two peach wood swords inserted in front of the village with a golden light, his heart was as anxious as a fire, gritting his teeth and cursing.

This hundred years ago, the peach wood sword blocked the entrance to the village, he and behind him these Yin Yin attack can not attack in, can only wait for the heavenly thunder to split open.

There was a buzzing sound among the clouds, purple electricity flashed, and a shocking thunderbolt more than a foot wide rumbled down, ruthlessly smashing on the Daoist at the entrance of the Yinshan Village.

In the blinding lightning flash the talisman paper on this Taoist person flew into dust and annihilation in an instant, the peach wood sword shattered into wood shavings in the blink of an eye, and the pagoda with the name of Yinshan Village was shaken by the heavenly thunderbolt.

The red and white double demons standing on the left and right sides were bent down to their knees by the pressure of the Heavenly Thunder, straightening their spines in the mud and struggling to stand up.

Hundreds of grievous ghosts hissed miserably, yin qi overflowed in all directions, happy clothes and birthday suits flopped in the bleak wind and cold rain, and ghostly shadows and ghostly voices were heavy:

"Heaven and earth are not kind!"

"Heaven is unjust!"

Kong Xuyang breathed a long sigh of relief and was overjoyed, and he even read out the words of the imperial decree loudly: "The people of Yinshan Village have used evil magic in a delusional manner, causing countless deaths and injuries to innocents, and their sins are too numerous to be written down, so are they guilty of their sins?"

The heavenly thunder dispersed, the yellow talisman on the daoist's face and body was split cleanly, and his face was completely revealed, it was a Bai Liu's identical face, with a faint look and a faint tone, "I plead guilty."

"It doesn't matter if you don't recognize it ......" Kong Xuyang smile widened more and more, and as a result, as if he suddenly reacted, he looked over in shock, "What did you just say?!"

The Taoist with the face of Bai Liu calmly repeated, "I confess my sins."

On the ground, both the red and white demons looked up in amazement, and the martyred bridge ghosts also put down their umbrellas and stared at the Taoist together with the zombies in death.

The Taoist looked at Kong Xuyang: "Over the past hundred years, your ancestor used the grave to accumulate Yin Qi to protect the souls of the people in Yinshan Village, and kept the ghosts, stealing the anger of the descendants to force them to reincarnate, so that countless descendants of Yinshan Village died in vain."

"This tomb formation has been arranged so far, and it's the yin qi that's enough for us ghosts to unite our souls and recover our sanity, as well as clearing out all of the Yinshan Village, allowing those of us who wear the sins to avoid the chastisement of the souls in the middle of the holy decree."

"But these hundreds of years ......," the Taoist slowly raised his eyes, "the tomb in the Yinshan Village people were refined by me into a ghost, soul and spirit separation, no sanity, only remember I gave them the death of the Yinshan Village, shall not let an I only remembered that I gave them the order to guard Yinshan Village to the death and not to let any outsiders enter, which allowed them to indiscriminately kill quite a few innocent passersby."

"What you say is indeed true, I did presumptuously use evil magic and killed innocent people indiscriminately."

This yellow-robed Taoist stepped forward, crossing the main gate of Yinshan Village, lifting the robe in front of his knees, kneeling on one knee in the heavy rain, without being overbearing, one hand received the holy decree in the hand of the stunned Kong Xuyang, tilting his head to look straight at Kong Xuyang, and said in a flat voice:

"Regardless of the succession of a hundred years, the evil killings are all the evil consequences of my one person, and I should bear them alone, and they have nothing to do with the people of Yinshan Village."

"I would like to be executed and be struck by heavenly thunder until my soul is scattered, in exchange for a hundred years of tranquility in the Yinshan Village, peace for all living beings, people walking the path of man, and ghosts entering the path of ghosts."

"But before ...... that," the Taoist took the imperial decree in Kong Xuyang's hand, gathered his knees and stood up slowly, as the wind gusted in the night, blowing the crown of triple-golden hair that he had bound on top of his head to sway from side to side.

There was a flash of green and purple thunder between heaven and earth, bright as day.

In the light of the lightning, the Taoist lifted his rain-soaked face and slowly turned to look at Bai Liu within the Yinshan village : "Are you my descendant?"

"Judging by the face." Bai Liu's tone is respectful, "It should be, Gramps."

Two faces that couldn't have been more different looked at each other across the shaky pagoda that had been battered by the raging storm in the village of Yinshan.

One wearing a white shirt and suit pants, posture idle, as if watching a play, one wearing a neatly formatted Taoist robes, eyes calm and steady, with a positive in the brake, the two men a high and low, one inside and one outside, behind the harsh hissing ghosts, in front of the foreigners holding foreign guns and artillery bones, next to the two stupefied Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi.

The Taoist suddenly laughed, a smile that was so generous, as bright as the sun and the moon, that if Mu Sicheng had been awake, he would have been shocked by the smile that appeared on Bai Liu's face, who would never have laughed like that!

"Old master? I was only in my early thirties when I died, you call this ......" This Taoist couldn't stop laughing, his eyebrows softly drooping, "You, a descendant, are naughty and mischievous in nature, have you borrowed the Yin wealth? Want the old man I help you?"

Bai Liu shook his head honestly, "Not yet, it would be great if you could help."

"I can help you." This Daoist smiled, "You're my descendant, I've had quite a lot of savings in Yin Qi over the past hundred years, so there's no harm in lending you a fortune before I leave."

He lifted his feet, as if he were a swimming dragon flying in the wind, and landed in front of Bai Liu almost in the blink of an eye, his dao robe bulging and scattering in the air as it was shaken by the tremendous Yin Qi that emerged from his body.

The three gold hair crown on top of the Taoist's head spread out, and the green and black yin qi that had lingered on his face for a long time dispersed, revealing a clear, handsome and vibrant face, and the black nails on his hands retracted, turning into clean, round and clean, living human-like fingers.

His eyes were half-lidded, and he leaned down to whisper in Bai Liu's ear, the sound of his words hidden in the great rush of yin qi, with a tenderness that seemed like pity:

"A hundred years ago Yinshan Village was going to fall and be surrendered, I was helpless and desperate and an evil god who suddenly appeared made a deal, he promised me that I would protect Yinshan Village for a hundred years from any outsider invasion, granted me this evil art, and as a deal I was going to give my soul to him and then suffer for a hundred years in this place."

"But the hundred-year period has come and gone, and the evil god who said he'd come to end it all is not coming, but time in the Yinshan Village has suddenly stopped, stopped at the point where I'm about to be trapped for a hundred years, and once it's going to be the moment the hundred-year period is up, it's going to go back to seven days ago."

"The village of Yinshan was trapped inside a seven-day cycle, never able to move forward again, and a steady stream of strange living beings began to enter the village of Yinshan on the first day of the beginning of this seven-day cycle."

"Come to Yinshan village so many people, no one dares to wake me up, I look at these living people come and go, just playing with the slaughter of the village people ghosts, these by my blessing of the village people by these full of hostile living people come to inspire resentment, more and more can't control their own, become more and more indiscriminate killing of innocents, not human and not a ghost, I want to end all this but can't do it. "

The Taoist's long, bony fingers reached out from his Taoist robe, his fingertips gently pointed at Bai Liu's forehead, and the Yin Qi poured into Bai Liu's body like a torrential sea current, as he whispered with a smile in his eyes:

"Thanks a lot."

"Whether it's the fact that you entered the tomb without hurting any of the villagers, or that you woke me up, thanks a lot."

Bai Liu looked at the Taoist, "Don't you hate the evil god who played with you and tortured you?"

The Taoist who looked like Bai Liu closed his eyes, face reminiscent, and murmured in a low voice:

"...... So what if I hate it, so what if I don't hate it, I begged him voluntarily in the first place, and I have never repented of what happened, and I only remember that I knelt before him at that time, and turned my back on my ancestor's faith, and said-- "

"But make the flying generals of the Dragon City, do not teach the huima--"

Waves of clouds rolling in the sky, cracked open a gap, purple light saving, thunder roar, potential as a landslide, rain as waves across the sky, the gap in the bright flash two, gathered into a round mass of thunder, aimed at the ground that misty yellow-clothed Taoist, as if there is a thousand pounds of force like a ruthless split down!

The yellow clothed Taoist snapped his eyes open, turned over to face the heavenly thunder directly, waved his sleeves and spread his robes to protect the severe ghosts of Yinshan Village and Bai Liu behind him, and snapped out the last three words:

"--Du Yin Shan!"