White Bone Monkey King Chapter 287 The road is long and difficult, but the journey is about to begin. If we keep on walking, we will have a bright future.
Chapter 287 The road is long and difficult, but the journey is about to begin. If we keep on walking, we will have a bright future.
Jin'an Yuanshen possessed the paper-cut man.
The soul possesses the person and stabs the person with paper.
This is the first time he has possessed a living person.
The living human flesh shell continuously flows with blood, creating endless vitality and isolating all kinds of harm to the soul from the outside world.
No wonder those lonely ghosts always like to find living people to possess.
This is the most perfect container.
Maybe it was because Huang Zinian had no idea of resistance and completely let Jin An take the initiative. After Jin An got familiar with the body for a while, he quickly became familiar with the new body and strode out of the yard.
Meet his guards along the way.
See him walking out with his head held high.
They all looked sideways at me frequently.
Is this still the cowardly and honest Huang Zinian they knew? It's like he has been reborn, a completely different person.
Huang Zinian, possessed by Jin An, strode out of the still raining courtyard after borrowing a knife and a set of coir raincoats and hats from the guards with astonished expressions on their faces.
He was full of courage and went straight to the ancestral hall where the inquisitors were staying in Sanshui Village.
Perhaps it was because these people from outside the village were the living Bodhisattvas that the questioner said could save the lives of all the villagers. Huang Zinian, who was possessed by Jin'an, casually told a few lies and easily entered the ancestral hall guarded by a villager.
Jin An worriedly checked the ancestral hall himself, but found no useful clues, so he turned to the small independent courtyard that the antique dealer used.
The place where the antique dealer lived was a bit remote in Sanshui Village. Jin An came to the place where the antique dealer lived. Instead of hiding, he came to the entrance of the courtyard openly. Just as he was about to open the door and enter, there was someone hiding in the dark.
Two villagers immediately stood up and stopped him.
They are villagers who keep an eye on the antique dealers and prevent the group of antique dealers from escaping midway.
“I, I recognize you.”
“You are one of those living Bodhisattvas that Liu DaDa and his friends invited from outside the village. Living Bodhisattva, why don’t you have a good rest and come here alone late at night? Why do you still have a cold and shining knife in your hand?”
"Living Bodhisattva, please listen to our advice and leave here immediately. The people living in this single courtyard are not to be messed with. The strange diseases in our whole village are caused by the group of antique dealers living here."
These two villagers were kind-hearted and advised Jin An to get away from this single courtyard as soon as possible.
It was a dark rainy night. Jin An squinted slightly to see the other party clearly. In front of him were two old men from the village. The stomachs of these two old men were also bulging like small balls.
It's just not as serious as other villagers, because the belly is too swollen and stretched thin, and the pain is unbearable, and they don't even have the strength to get off the ground.
But according to the conditions of the two people in front of me, I'm afraid they won't be able to carry it for long.
For such an important task as tracking down an antique dealer, only two slow-legged old men were assigned. One can only imagine how seriously the villagers of Sanshui Village were infected with the strange disease.
"Traveling alone late at night, Mr. Huang casually brought a weapon to defend himself. Don't think too much about the two old gentlemen. I wonder what they should be called?" Jin An did not leave immediately, nor did he refute the two old men in front of him who were dressed simply as farmers.
, but a friendly hug.
The two old men were shocked to be so polite to the living Bodhisattva, and they hurriedly bowed in fear.
"You are a living Bodhisattva. How can we bear such a great gift? I heard Liu Dadan and the others said that you, living Bodhisattva, are all wonderful people who have risen from the dead. You are the real living Bodhisattva."
"Living Bodhisattva, you don't have to be so polite to us two poor old men from the countryside. This is a great gift to hurt us. We have no merit and are thin. Living Bodhisattva, living Bodhisattva, you can just call us two old men and get along. We rural people
It’s not that refined and elegant.”
Jin An couldn’t laugh or cry, holding on to the arms of the two elders to prevent them from saluting him.
In order to prevent the two grandfathers in front of him from continuing to salute him, Jin An changed the topic and said: "To be honest, I came here today for no other reason than for the antique dealer who lives here.
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“I have a way to solve the current difficulties that Sanshui Village is encountering once and for all.”
The two old men were shocked. They looked excited at first, and then looked uncertain.
"Don't you always say that we are living Bodhisattvas and can save the lives of all the people in your village? Why, now you don't believe that I can save the lives of all the people in your Sanshui Village?" Jin An's face straightened and he was immediately frightened.
The two old men hurriedly waved their hands and said no. They were deeply afraid of offending the living Bodhisattva in front of them.
Old people are very stubborn in their thinking.
You won't listen to any big principles you tell him.
Especially the elderly in rural areas, they are so stubborn that they cannot pull back ten cows.
But if you talk about something that is too boring, on the contrary, they will listen easily.
The older people get, the more afraid they are of death, and the easier it is for them to taboo some folk myths and ghosts.
Sometimes it takes skills to reason with old people who have stubborn ideas.
Jin An was not polite to the antique dealer and kicked the courtyard door open, bang!
I didn’t know that Jin An’s kick was too strong.
It’s because the courtyard gate itself didn’t have a latch.
He was unexpectedly kicked away by Jin An.
This kick also frightened the second elder who was following him so much that his heart almost stopped. The muscles on his face shook violently. They looked at each other. Why did the living Bodhisattva in front of them not look like he was here to talk to an antique dealer?
, but it looks like the angry-eyed Vajra Bodhisattva is knocking on the door to kill people?
The private courtyard where the antique dealers lived was brightly lit, the door was open, and it was not fortified at all.
But the strange thing is.
This single courtyard is very quiet at night.
Even though the courtyard door was kicked open and someone knocked on the door with a knife, no one came out to see what was going on.
"You don't have to look, this single courtyard has been empty for a long time. There is no one left." Jin An was not surprised at all by this.
The questioner was originally in the same group as the antique dealers.
If Mr. Yi and Zhong Laosan had really been to Sanshui Village, and there was no reason to ask the waiter for missing, would these antique dealers still be able to stay here intact?
Ah this...
Lao Gentou and Lao He looked at each other in fear, and then they no longer cared about Jin An. They were so frightened that they stumbled into the house to look for someone.
In the end, no one was found.
"How is it possible, how is it possible? We have been staring here from morning to night, and no one has ever left this single courtyard..." The two old men searched the house but couldn't find anyone. They were so frightened that they trembled.
“Nothing is impossible, they are just a group of rats hiding their heads and tails. Watch me skin these rats crossing the street tonight and seek justice for your Sanshui Village.”
Jin An walked into the house with a knife in his hand, his eyes sharp and filled with fierceness.
As soon as he walked into the lobby of the house, his attention was first attracted by a painting hanging in the lobby.
That painting doesn’t have much character.
Looks like an ordinary calligraphy and painting.
What really caught Jin'an's attention was the content of the painting. It was a brightly lit inn that was opening its doors to solicit business. A long bamboo pole flag stood in front of the inn door, with the words "Yuanyanglou Inn" written on the flag cloth.
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Huang Zinian's shocked and horrified voice also reached Jin An's ears: "Taoist Master Jin An, what... is going on?"
“Why does Yuanyanglou Inn appear in Sanshui Village?”
There are two souls living in one body.
One is Jin'an.
One is Huang Zian.
As early as on the road, Huang Zian already knew Jin An's true identity.
If Huang Zinian was burying his parents and really came to Wu Zang Taoist Temple to find Jin An, his identity would be revealed sooner or later, so there was no need to hide his identity.
Jin'an did not answer Huang Zian's question immediately, but said to the two elderly people beside him in a friendly manner: "Old man, do you want to completely get rid of the strange diseases and curses in the village tonight?"
"Don't make any noise, stay outside the courtyard gate, and don't let anyone enter here, because the strange disease in Sanshui Village is not a punishment from God at all, but a group of demon monks who came into Sanshui Village to confuse the people with their evil ways. Look, I will kill you today.
These hidden rats will restore peace to Sanshui Village."
"In order to avoid that when I am fighting with those evil monks later, someone will accidentally break in and hurt innocent people, and those evil monks will take the opportunity to escape, so you don't let anyone in, and don't make it public to avoid causing panic among the villagers. Look at me today
I will give you a peaceful place again."
After appeasing Lao Gentou and Lao He, bang!
Jin An closed the courtyard door.
Close all doors and windows in the house.
"Taoist Master Jin'an...what disease are these poor villagers suffering from?" The voice of Huang Zian's soul sounded in Huang Zian's body.
Huang Zian’s soul was silently attached to the Liuding Liujia Talisman, and his soul felt indescribably comfortable. There was a feeling of sticking to the stove in the cold winter, like the warmth of spring in March.
Jin An stood in front of the hanging painting. While carefully looking at the calligraphy and painting in front of him, he said softly with Huang Zian's body: "They have been bewitched. It is not difficult to save them. The plague-repelling talisman of the Five Plague Messengers can save them..."
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Actually, Jin An still had something to say.
He has three plague-repelling talismans on him, which is more than enough to save people.
Even he can see the root cause of these villagers' strange diseases. It makes no sense that with the abilities of Mr. Yi and Zhong Laosan, neither of them can see what kind of disease these villagers have, so they leave these villagers alone.
The only explanation is that there must be some scruples that prevented the two of them from taking action rashly.
Perhaps all this has something to do with the calligraphy and painting of Yuanyanglou Inn in front of you...
Jin An lowered his head and saw a lot of water stains and two pairs of shoe prints in the house. Those shoe prints were stained with a lot of yellow mud unique to the mountains, which had not yet completely dried.
There will be no yellow mud unique to the mountains in the village. It was probably left by Mr. Yi and Zhong Laosan. In the end, these yellow mud shoe prints suddenly disappeared when they came to this calligraphy and painting.
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The moon is dark and the wind is high.
The wilderness world outside the tomb.
The sky is still filled with slanting wind and drizzle.
There is a grave that has been dug up by the roadside.
The moonlight above the head is shrouded by dark clouds, just like the human heart is covered with a layer of haze. Without the stars and moonlight as a reference, the meaning of time is lost. This dark world has been silent for an unknown period of time, and only the sound of rain is left...
Suddenly!
In the dug grave, a man wearing a raincoat, a bamboo hat on his head, and a wild goose feather sword on his waist, who looked like a famous swordsman, jumped out of the pit.
“One painting and nine uncoverings are indeed repeated reincarnations. Do we need to break all the layers of painting to escape from this infinite reincarnation?”
Jin An’s soft voice came from under the coir raincoat and bamboo hat.
"Taoist Master Jin'an, why did the calligraphy and painting appear in the ruined Yuanyanglou Inn when we touched it? Hasn't the Yuanyanglou Inn been burned to ashes by us? Why did the calligraphy and painting appear in another building when we touched it?
In the Yuanyanglou Inn that was not burned down by fire?"
Huang Zian's shock echoed in his body, and he couldn't believe the sound.
One body contains two souls.
Because Huang Zian communicated directly with Jin An through his soul, he no longer stuttered.
So, Jin An briefly explained to Huang Zian the principle of "one painting and nine uncoverings". Now even Jin An doesn't know how many layers of rice paper and how many reincarnations there are in the antique calligraphy and painting hanging in Sanshui Village.
If the legendary nine-layer rice paper really existed, then they would have to go through nine Yuanyanglou inns in total.
This second Yuanyanglou Inn, no need to think about it, must have been razed to the ground by Mr. Yi and Zhong Laosan.
Subsequently, Jin An began to rush to Sanshui Village repeatedly.
Enter the second layer of painting.
Enter the third layer of painting.
Every time he entered the world in the painting, the inn had been reduced to ruins, and his speed could not keep up with Mr. Yi and Zhong Laosan's pursuit of the antique merchants and the demolition of the Yuanyanglou Inn.
Until Jin An was about to enter the fifth floor of paintings, he stopped and paused in front of the paintings. As he entered each floor of paintings, the calligraphy and painting paper hanging in Sanshui Village became thinner.
Jin An raised his hand and rubbed the calligraphy and painting gently: "It seems that this group of antique dealers have a lot of strange and eccentric skills, but they are not really too strong. It seems that this calligraphy and painting has not reached the legendary "One Painting Nine".
Exposing' is only to the extent of 'one painting and five uncovering'."
“How did Taoist Priest Jin An figure it out?” Huang Zian said in an admiring tone. He was truly impressed by Jin An’s courage along the way.
"Because this drawing paper is almost as thin as a cicada's wings. If it gets thinner, it will no longer be able to peel off the layer. Be careful, this last layer should be where you find the real nest."
There was a flash of light and shadow in the room, and the figure in a coir raincoat and bamboo hat who was still standing in front of the calligraphy and painting, muttering to himself, disappeared out of thin air.
The moon is dark and the wind is high.
The shadows of the trees in the mountains and forests are rustling, and the darkness is as dark as countless shadowy trees waving at ghosts, as if they are seducing the living people. The green mountains and green waters during the day become darker and darker at night.
Most suitable for hiding dirt and evil spirits.
This is a bleak tomb under the moon.
This tomb looks to be many years old, filled with ancient history. The tombstones on the roadside have long since disappeared, and it is not known who the owner of the tomb is... At this moment, a man wearing a raincoat, a bamboo hat on his head, and his waist
Wearing a wild goose feather sword and looking like a famous swordsman, he walked on the muddy road to the tomb.
After so many years of wind and rain, the tomb in front of you has also been chipped away layer by layer, leaving only a faint layer of uplifted earth.
If you hadn’t known in advance that there was a tomb here.
People easily overlook this small piece of land on the side of the road. Who would have thought that this could be a cemetery?
"Um?"
The grave in the last layer of drawing paper has not been dug up. Does it mean that Mr. Yi and Zhong Laosan encountered obstacles?