Yama Rising Chapter 691: : Qixia Qizhen

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Here...have a Yama-level bad guy here? And... or Hua Guo Yama? Otherwise, how would you write the Six-Party Ghost King?

"It's the yin error I'm familiar with." Ding listened to his paw lightly patted on the abutment, and the abutment that had existed for hundreds of years shook slightly, raising a cloud of smoke. Its gaze is extremely complicated, no matter who it is, after a hundred years of sleep, when he sees the deceased's thing, it will be as he is now.

Qin Ye walked behind him: "Don't you feel strange?"

"Why is the seal of Yan Luo level appearing in the tomb of Genghis Khan? Also, if Yan Luo is required to seal himself, why is it so obvious? Nothing to hide? Even if it is off the beaten track here."

Di Ting shook his head: "You forgot? You can't be perceived by Yin Qi here. And..."

Looking at the seal, it said with some nostalgia: "This is a game...It's called Ghost King Lock."

"The game invented by the second king of Yama when he was extremely bored... Arrange these six stone slabs according to the surnames of the surnames, and the seal will be automatically opened. This game is only circulated between the Yan Luo level. Even the mansion doesn’t know..."

Qin Ye interrupted him like a living ghost: "So, this is the password? Can you be more boring? I'm curious about your civil servant life back then."

"It's not that there is no other entertainment..." Di listened to a dry cough: "For example, **** battles, fights to the end, fights to the end, masters, double buckles, enough level... are also very popular. I think about it, the most popular is the fried golden flower. "

My Nima...

Is this really the highest ruling class of the year?

Are you sure it's not the Fengdu Casino?

"Master Ksitigarbha also participated? Did you violate the precept?"

"What precept to commit!" Di Ting gave him a fierce look: "This is called nourishing the heart!"

"How to maintain a normal mind in the ups and downs, Lord Ksitigarbha uses superficial gambling to build a perfect Buddha mind! You know what a fart... Okay, get in!"

Swipe... a faint brilliance emerged from the stone slabs on the ground, the ground collapsed, and a bottomless hole appeared in front of him. Qin Yepa stretched out his head and looked around, turning around uncertainly: "Jump?"

"Jump." Dihe answered in the affirmative.

Qin Ye's neck stretched almost an inch, looked down several times, picked up a stone and threw it down.

For ten seconds, with the hearing of his mansion, he heard a very subtle "boom".

He turned his head sternly and said firmly: "Youjump, Ijump."

Di Ting also frowned, squeezed him away, staring at the bottomless darkness below: "It shouldn't be..."

"Do you remember that Aristotle said that he came in person, but the Greek Forbidden Army has entered here?"

Isn't this nonsense?

Qin Ye was about to spray back, suddenly his eyes lit up, rubbing his chin and said: "You mean...they are abandoned sons?"

"Yes, under the circumstances, Aristotle could not tell them to leave. They should be around even if they are not below. But our movement is not small, but the other party did not appear?"

And... this cave is abnormally deep.

"There are multiple changes in the Ghost King Lock. According to the truth, every Yan Luo must have a fresh memory of what he personally sealed. It is reinforced once every 100 years, and it is impossible to break through. The Greek underworld can now enter because there has been no one for a century. Reinforce... Will they still be trapped inside? Lost?" Di Ting said intently.

In the tomb, there are many crises. Especially the tomb sealed by a Yama. No one is sure what lies below.

"I'll go down and have a look first. You wait a moment." As soon as the voice fell, Di listen turned into a yin air, Ju

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Qin Ye waited quietly. After ten seconds, Die heard some emotional voice: "Come down."

He jumped down without hesitation. Just as he jumped down, the entrance of the cave closed quietly.

It's pitch black in all directions, and the temperature is getting lower and lower. This is strange, the more you go to the center of the earth, the higher the temperature should be. Unless...

A large number of ghosts gathered below!

After falling for about a hundred meters, his foot finally fell to the ground. The sight in front of him gave him a sigh of relief.

Channel.

Huge underground passage.

At least five meters wide and three meters high. Bottomless.

The fire dragon ditch is engraved on both sides, which is now lit, and the pale ghost fire burns underground. The ground is carved with reliefs of Changshengtian, but the unevenness is extremely inconspicuous. Carved on the wall are the vertical and horizontal iron horses of the Mongolian Yuan Empire. The scene of bowing and shooting big eagles. In front of him, there are sculptures of two running horses.

It's weird...Really weird. In this passage, there are prayer flags hanging from the soul, with pale bottoms, written entirely in Mongolian. These things have been at least a few hundred years old. Horse sculptures and fire-lighting dragons can be explained, but these prayer flags are also brand new.

But the weirdest thing is... the entire passage is crystal clear!

It seems to be carved with black glaze! The fire is refracted to the transparent blackened wall, creating a mysterious halo.

No one spoke, Di Yin jumped on his shoulder. He tentatively walked ten meters. Look around carefully.

There is no mechanism...nowhere is the node of yin. If there is a Yangjian mechanism, it doesn't matter, it is impossible to be within five meters of the mansion.

When I get here, the sculptures on both sides have become the picture of the city of the Song Dynasty. The ground is still carved with the longevity sky. He stopped, before he waited to speak, he said, "The scriptures are written on the scripture of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's original vow. I can't admit it wrong, this scripture is too familiar. It is used to save the dead."

Qin Ye looked forward, and two horses appeared again 100 meters away. He said solemnly: "Among the Mongolians, horses have a very high status. For ordinary nobles, only live horses can be used for funerals. But..."

He touched the wall: "This is obsidian."

Volcanic rock. Black colored glaze.

"It is the natural colored glaze formed after the lava flowing out of the volcanic lava suddenly cooled. It is an amorphous gemstone. There is only one place where the black colored glaze is made in China...Tibetan province. But..."

He squinted his eyes to see the end of the road: "Even if Tibet is emptied, it is not enough to build a catacomb of all black glaze. Moreover, this specification is too high, no wonder they would think it is an emperor's tomb."

"Also." He tapped on the wall lightly: "Have you noticed the temperature here? It has reached nearly zero!"

Di listened to a flash of eyes: "Yin Lingshi!"

"Yin and Yang cannot communicate." Qin Ye stood up straight and said coldly, "I feel the temperature is extremely low on it, so it must have used a lot of underworld objects. It has suppressed the heat in the heart of the earth. But if so, Then, this tomb was not built by a living person."

Hearing the fragrance and knowing the elegant meaning: "sacrifice."

"A large number of people were sacrificed and then made into the living dead with a special formation method. This would not be considered as breaking the iron rule of yin and yang. However, this channel was built between the yang, so...when the other party lay in, Become a coffin to bury the living... There is only this way, if the speculation is correct. Then the identity of the tomb owner was extremely high before his life."

It paced slowly: "Looking at the sculpture, it was from the Yuan Dynasty. Even if the owner of the tomb is not an emperor, he is also a national teacher. But doing so...Why don't we feel yin on it?"

China does not have so many black colored glazes.

Interpolated with underworld affairs

The long passage made of objects, the richness of Yin Qi is extremely rare, they can't feel it!

"More than that." Qin Ye raised his head and pointed to the ground again: "Look, above his head, is the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's original vow sutra. It belongs to Buddhism. And the ground is Tengri, the longevity sky. The two are different. Religion. How to explain this."

Since I listened for a long time, he shook his head: "Go in and have a look first."

This tomb is full of weirdness. One person and one dog simply turned into a yin wind and ran wildly in the tomb.

Shu Lala... ten minutes, thirty minutes, one hour.

The channel hasn't ended yet!

Just an hour later, Qin Ye finally stopped. The same scenes around made people feel a kind of stubborn depression, but something different finally appeared in front of him.

That is a sculpture.

Sculpture of a Taoist man.

"Interesting." Qin Ye flew to the front of the statue, looked around carefully, and said: "Buddhism, Taoism, Tengger, all appeared. Who is this? Faith is so mixed?"

"Qiu Chuji." He had just said casually, but Di listened to it.

Qin Ye was stunned, then turned to look at Di listen: "Are you kidding me?"

Di Ting didn't bother to care about him at all, and pointed to the big characters under the sculpture.

Qixia Qizhen.

So...Qin Ye coughed dryly and tried to change the subject: "Then what... Qi Xia Qizhen, is Qiu Chuji's Dao name? Isn't he called Quanzhen Seven Sons?"

"Look less about Jin Yong!" Hearing this anger, he whispered, "Qiu Chuji is known as Qixia Mountain. It is one of the Seven True Sects of the Quanzhen Sect. Qixia Seven Trues can only refer to him."

"But why is there a statue of Qiu Chuji here?" Qin Ye frowned and said, "Didn't he and the Yuan Dynasty have to deal with it? The Yuan Dynasty must try to kill him? How could he put his statue in the tomb?"

Who made this tomb?

Almost all taboos have been committed, right? An ancient tomb of the Yuan Dynasty actually put statues of enemies before their lives in it. Is this intended to let them kill them after death?

"Perhaps... the other party didn't put him in his eyes at all?" Di Ting licked his lips: "I am more and more interested in this tomb owner... By the way, this should be a milestone." /

They flew about a hundred kilometers in an hour.

"A hundred kilometers of boundary marker...If I guessed correctly, the next boundary marker...maybe a monk."

Qin Ye raised his eyebrows: "What did you think of?"

Di Ting turned into a yin wind and move forward: "Look at it first before talking."

Without much talk, they flew faster. This time, they arrived at the next statue in less than half an hour.

And this statue... is a monk!

He knelt on his knees, as if he was talking to something in front of him. The attitude is extremely respectful and vividly portrayed.

Qin Ye opened his mouth slightly to look at Di Ting, before he asked, Di Ting took a deep breath: "Sure enough..."

"I know what this is..."

"This is... a great debate on Buddhism and Taoism! And Qiu Chuji and this monk Xueting Fuyu are the beginning of all this!"

His gaze turned to the channel still invisible: "Although I am not sure of the identity of the owner of the tomb, there is one thing I can be sure of."

"There must be a person buried in it—Rogulozhe Gyaltsen."

"Who?" Qin Ye is not sensitive to such a name.

Diyi gave him a sideways look: "This name may be strange to you, but you must be familiar with his other name."

"Meng Yuan Emperor Master——Ba Si Ba."