Yama Rising Chapter 234: : Inneng Temple

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Qin Ye checked out, moved to the door of the shopkeeper Chu, and told them that no one was allowed in without him nodding.

So, the treasurer Chu didn't even know that at this moment, in Qin Ye's room, the windows were closed, the curtains were closed, and the lights were not turned on. But... the talisman paper was pasted all over the room.

Different from what they posted on the car, the strokes on these talisman papers are much more mysterious. If you look at them for a long time, they can even give people a dazzling feeling. As if... there is life.

The black box was quietly placed on the bed. Around it, a string of red ropes was pulled up, and a dozen purple talismans were hung. Qin Ye was busy decorating like a bee, Ming Shiyan flew in the air and looked at him, suddenly said: "Is it necessary?"

"Of course." Qin Ye rubbed his waist and stood up, glaring at it angrily: "Zhening enchantment... the talisman paper, the arrangement method and the knot printing technique come from Xiao Ah's handwriting. Once activated , Even if this room is smashed, no one will know--it is the same as those of the Outland Enchantment when Gou Gu Qing Soul was in the same way...Speaking of seeing Yan Luo busy going up and down in the future, as a subordinate, you don’t have any vision. Energetic?"

Ming Shiyin is curious: "No... I don’t have a hand in this mirror. It’s already saving you face to be able to wave the flag here... No! This mirror has discovered that you are less and less awed to me now? Do you really want to get sprayed, right?"

What a powerful reason... Qin Ye couldn't refute it.

Giving a stern look at the other party, he continued to arrange the spirit barrier, and flew in front of him like a butterfly in the Ming Dynasty: "I didn't ask if the spirit barrier is necessary, I mean you want Jiade to give Why are you keeping so much nonsense? The tiger's body shook, the **** gas dissipated, and the other party bowed to his head. From the time you arrived at the station, you were like a peacock on the screen. The strong taste of mating and matching. It is a loss for the future Yama!"

Qin Ye stopped his hand, and glanced at Ming Shiyin bitterly: "I'm so sorry... the tiger's body shook, the domineering spirit...these things you said have nothing to do with the official! What have you learned by reading some web articles?"

He lowered his head, bit his thumb, and smeared blood on the talisman. In an instant, the talisman emitted a faint purple light, and then disappeared immediately.

"You don't understand people's minds too much." He carefully affixed a talisman, bowed his head and adjusted the position of the compass on his lap, and replied without raising his head: "The magic box is Jiade's last life-saving card. If it weren’t for the existence of this black technology, they would have died long ago. Do you think...now I take the initiative to keep it, they would rest assured?"

He was right to the compass, adjusted the position of the talisman again, and said without squinting: "I am not familiar with me at all, the treasurer is here, and Bai Yishan can't be the master. Why should I keep it? I dare to steal it? Do I want to stay in the first repair? So..." He let go and looked at his work with satisfaction: "It is the best choice to let them speak for themselves."

He patted his pants, put away the compass, and stood up: "So, I hint at them from time to time: I am very strong, and I am the best choice for you right now. With the current situation of the horrified treasurer Chu, the follow-up will be fine. Go smoothly. Look, isn’t the result perfect? ​​Why do you bother yourself if you can solve things with your mouth?"

Ming Shi is silent.

A few seconds later, he said faintly: "Is this the philosophy of salted fish... The people who play the routine are really dirty... They are losing."

Qin Ye broke his neck, creaked, and looked at his work with satisfaction. He narrowed his smile and looked at Ming Shiyin: "Master Ming, I...have started?"

Ming Shiyin's voice is also rare and solemnly: "Do you... have you thought about how to say it?"

"The other party is Nobunaga Oda, I can call out his soul, but facing such a person... I am afraid there is only one chance."

"Don't worry." Qin Ye lowered his head, took a deep breath, and his hands flew up suddenly.

With a unique rhythm, faster and faster, the hands almost become afterimages as the yin is infused. In the end, they suddenly joined together, and the talisman in the whole room unexpectedly rose automatically without any wind. With a sound of brushing, a dazzling purple light bloomed on each talisman.

"Open the mirror!!"

No nonsense, a dark light burst out of Ming Shiyin's mirror and suddenly shot into the magic box.

Deadly still.

No one spoke.

Qin Ye has long since reduced his usual cynical look. He is very clear that this negotiation is by no means easier than the battlefield. After the collapse of the old underworld, the background of the major underworlds can be said to be far beyond the new one. This is not a decade or a hundred years. Completed accumulation. He is not willing to let go of any talent.

There are not many talents available in Asia...really not much...

The black brilliance slowly sank into the magic box, but like a stone sinking into the sea, there was no ripple. He was not anxious, five minutes, ten minutes... After fifteen minutes, the talisman in the whole room suddenly rose! Natural for no reason!

Swipe it! Forest green wildfires sway the room, making it look like hell! At the same time, a powerful tsunami rushed up. Inside the magic box, the Yaobian Tianmu bowl was trembling slightly, making a dangdang sound, which could be heard through the magic box.

No... more than one, just after the strongest Yin Qi in the beginning, boom boom boom! Dozens of yin auras one after another, that dark box...like an open crack in hell, the screams, exclamations, complaints and howlings of dozens of people, the sound of "Bibo Bibo" mixed in the flames of burning wood Among them, shocked the whole room!

"Here...Here!" Ming Shiyin said solemnly: "Stay your mind, there is more than one ghost in it! All the people who died in the change of the Instinct Temple are here! No...wait...boy !Leave here now......"

However, it was too late.

Yin wind gusts, madly leaking from the magic box, blowing Qin Ye's clothes and clothes fluttering. The next second, with a dazzling red light, as if the universe was born, Qin Yeqing couldn't help closing his eyes.

I don't know how long it took before he opened it slowly. But immediately, he was stunned.

He... is no longer in the room.

There is a dark sky, no stars, no moon. There was a scar-like crack in the sky, revealing a faint dark blue gleam. In front of him, there is a delicate temple. In a typical Japanese style, scarlet lanterns swing in the wind on both sides. It is surrounded by lush trees on both sides. The mandala and pomegranate blooming beautifully in summer are faintly visible. At first glance, it actually gives people a sense of tranquility.

Brush...the night breeze blows, the dark fragrance floats, the temple has a Zen-like structure, black tiles and white walls. This temple is not small, covering hundreds of square meters. At the entrance of the temple, two ancient lamps were burning with aquamarine wildfires, and a plaque was horizontally on the top, and the three characters of Inneng Temple were in sight!

"Inneng Temple?" Qin Ye took a deep breath, and looked around the temple. Around the temple, a row of Japanese warriors, combing their heads, stood there like a stone sculpture. There are hundreds of people! And beside them, there were Lin Li's foot soldiers, archers, who blocked the defensive ground of this temple, and roughly counted them... there were more than two thousand people!

When... a melodious bell ringing came, striking the glitz of the dark night, not only did not make people feel at ease, but also felt... as if death was counting down.

"The smell of burning." Qin Ye took a deep breath. The temple, which was clearly intact, revealed a burnt smell and...the smell of burnt...dead smell that can't be covered by...the smell of corpses.

This is by no means a palace for living people.

It's the **** of the dead.

"Self-formed enchantment..." Ming Shiyin's voice suddenly came from the side, looking at everything around him in disbelief: "It's a miscalculation...Neither I nor Xiao A thought that Yao would change the Yin in the Tianmu bowl. Spirit... not a few, not dozens. But... the people who went to **** with Oda Nobunaga, whether it was the Oda family, his guards, or even the guards at the time, there were thousands of people. It's all sucked into this bowl!"

"However, this enchantment should not be stable enough. You can't open the Yin-Yang channel. Look at the top of your head, the crack in the sky is the only place you can get in and out. This kind of volume...at most, it is enough for one spirit to enter and leave."

At this moment, the door of the temple suddenly opened.

Two rows of women floated out. It's just floating, look carefully, no one's feet touch the ground. The hem of the lower part of the skirt swayed with strands of Yin. They are pure ancient women's costumes, brushing their snow-white faces like ghosts, lightening their thick round temple eyebrows, and dark teeth. They look like sprites in the night.

Sand...stretched out pieces of snow-white paper money. Among the two rows of women, a woman wearing a gorgeous kimono and hair cape floated over on wooden clogs.

She has absolutely professionally trained her walking posture, never swaying from left to right, her head kept down. Appears docile and pure. The fingers of both hands stretched out the wide kimono sleeves, gently handed them over, and came to Qin Ye like a ceremony.

"Gui Die Ji, I have seen an adult." Her voice is very strange. She is in a very good shape, but her voice is like a broken bellows, hoarse and low.

Is Saito returning to the butterfly...

Qin Ye looked deeply at the woman kneeling before him: "Nobunaga asked you to come?"

"Nobunaga is waiting for you in the inneng temple." Saito Guicho whispered: "He said...you can only go alone, after all..."

She tilted her head slightly, as if looking at Ming Shiyin hanging in the air: "The majesty of the emperor, I can't bear the lonely ghosts."

Qin Ye did not answer, but looked at Guidie and said: "You are afraid of seeing me, so you don't look up?"

"No, it's just that I look ugly underneath, for fear of staining the adults' eyes."

"It doesn't matter." Qin Ye smiled and said: "You raise your head."

Saito Guidie was silent for a while, slightly blessed, and slowly raised his head.

Qin Ye took a deep breath.

It's beautiful.

Emei Yuandai, with apricot eyes full of autumn, his skin looks like fat, his face pale as a page of paper, his eyes are blood red... However, there is a deep knife mark on the neck of such a beautiful woman!

Since his death.

After hundreds of years, this knife mark still hasn't disappeared. It was branded bluntly on Saito Guidie's neck, which was cut very deeply, almost cutting off his neck. You can even see the scarlet flesh turned out. In line with her pale face and scarlet eyes. Looking at it at night, it's just horrible.