"I hope it can be completely solved this time," Miao Sanding said.
"I hope so too. I've been here long enough. I'm scared." Liu Sifang lit a cigarette.
"Didn't you quit?"
"Don't you know me? I always want to smoke when I'm nervous," Liu Sifang said.
"You don't have to accompany me here."
"We're brothers. Don't be so courteous. Just like what you said just now, I hope that everything will go smoothly this time and get rid of that trouble once and for all. What kind of person do you think is in that ancient tomb? It's been more than four hundred years, yet there's still resentment and it's so powerful!"
"I should ask you," Miao Sanding said. "Aren't you an archaeologist?"
"Hey, you don't know me yet. I've only been an archaeologist for less than half a year. I haven't even finished my apprenticeship yet. Besides, I haven't even seen a single thing inside. It's impossible to deduce the identity of the tomb owner."
"They should have entered the shed, right?"
"Yes, it's about time."
On the mountain, outside the shed.
"According to the plan we discussed beforehand, we must be careful."
"Yes, Master."
"Yes, Martial Uncle."
"Benefactor, what do you think?"
"Don't worry, just as we agreed before, I won't cause you any trouble. I'll just watch quietly."
"Alright."
The Daoist priests were divided into two groups. One group stayed above while the other two old Daoists went down the tomb.
"Will he be alright?"
"Martial Uncle and Martial Uncle entered the tomb personally. Nothing will happen." A younger Daoist said.
"You, on the other hand …" He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.
"You're just an outsider who doesn't know anything. Aren't you just causing trouble by following us into this tomb?"
At the back of the tomb, the stone door was still covered with talismans, but they had already turned yellow, as if they had been roasted by fire.
"Open!"
As he said earlier, the door to the tomb was difficult to open from the outside. However, this was not the first time the two Celestial Masters had encountered such a situation.
Creak. The tomb was pushed open by a skinny old Daoist.
"He is indeed a cultivator. He has Kung Fu!"
The real Daoist priests of Mount Longhu were not like those on TV who only knew how to put on a show by shaking a bell and chanting incantations that others could not understand. These were real cultivators. They knew martial arts and Taoist techniques. They cultivated quietly in the depths of the mountains and continued the legacy that had been passed down for hundreds of years. There were very few people who could do things that ordinary people could not imagine in this day and age.
The door of the tomb was pushed open and the two old Daoists entered the tomb.
The light inside was very dim. Through the open tomb door, Wang Yao could see that there was another tomb path inside. It was different from the ones outside. This tomb path wasn't straight. Instead, it was slanted downwards, leading all the way to the underground.
"I'll go down and have a look."
"Benefactor!"
The Taoist priest next to him was unable to stop him. When he raised his head again, he found that the other party was already at the tomb door.
"This is Shrinking Earth into an Inch!"
The Daoist priests were shocked when they saw this. They originally thought that it would be troublesome, but they didn't expect the other party to be so capable.
"Senior Brother?"
"Ignore him. Don't mess up the formation."
"Yes."
Wang Yao entered the tomb path.
"Hiss, how did you come in?" Zhang Siheng asked.
"I came in to take a look. Don't worry, I'm fine."
Wang Yao released his neixi to form a defense with no blind spots. There was a three-foot wall of Qi around him, just like the nameless old monk who swept the floor in the novel.
"This is?!"
The two old Daoists were shocked. "The Xiantian Qi of Xuanmen Sect!"
No wonder he dared to take the initiative to go up the mountain and enter the tomb. With this protection, no evil could enter.
"Sigh!" The old Daoist sighed.
"Junior Brother, calm down and condense your Qi."
"Senior Brother is right."
The two of them continued to move forward. They no longer cared about Wang Yao. They knew that with his ability, the things in the tomb couldn't get close to him no matter how terrifying they were. That was the Dharma of Xuanmen Sect, comparable to the golden body of Buddhism.
The tomb was very cold. It was as if they had entered an ice cellar.
The tomb path went down for more than ten meters, and then there was another tomb door, but this tomb door had already been opened. There was also a Buddhist Vajra statue on it, but it was already broken, and cracks like a spider web did not cover the two stone doors.
"How did he open these two stone doors?" Wang Yao was very curious.
The stone door was 10 centimeters thick. It weighed at least 500 kilograms. Even a strong man might not be able to move it, let alone the invisible ghosts.
"Be careful," Zhang Siheng said.
One of them was holding a sword, while the other was holding a bronze mirror. Both of them were holding a lantern that was burning with an unknown fuel.
"Ah!"
A low voice came from the tomb behind the door.
"Let's go."
The two of them entered the tomb. The tomb was in the shape of a semicircle. There were statues standing around. Looking carefully, they were the 18 Arhats of Buddhism. They were the size of a real person. However, the Arhats were cracked. Some of their heads even fell to the ground. There was a stone coffin in the middle. The lid of the coffin had been opened.
"Did they come back to life?"
He looked up at the top of the tomb. It was an arc-shaped dome. There were Buddhist statues on it.
"So many Vajra Arhats, who the hell is inside?"
Ah!
A figure suddenly appeared and pounced on Zhang Siheng.
He held the Demon Subduing Sword in his hand. There was a flash of golden light. The figure was then sent flying.
"Junior Brother!"
The other Taoist priest flipped the bronze mirror in his hand. A light shot out and shone on a place. There was a sizzling sound.
Damn!
This is too unreal!
Wang Yao, who was behind them, sighed. This was as good as the movie.
In the cave, the cold aura became heavier.
The bells hanging on the waists of the two old Taoists kept ringing.
"Over there!" Wang Yao pointed.
The old Taoist priest flipped the bronze mirror in his hand. Then, a beam of light shot out and shone on a black figure. The figure was immediately frozen.
It was a Taoist priest in a Taoist robe. His face was frighteningly dark and his eyes were bloodshot.
Haha.
He was laughing. Why was he laughing?
Buzz. The bronze mirror trembled and the light disappeared.
On the other side, Wang Yao pointed. Another beam of light froze the Taoist priest.
Go.
Zhang Siheng held the Demon Subduing Sword and rushed over. He covered a distance of several meters in an instant and slashed the body of the Taoist priest.
Ow! There was a strange cry. The Taoist priest broke free again.
"Is that all you've got?"
Wang Yao suddenly punched the air. With a bang, the black figure was sent flying and fell heavily on the wall.
"Junior Brother!"
The copper mirror in the old Daoist's hand suddenly flew out and hit the figure. Then, the figure fell to the ground.
Zhang Siheng quickly went forward and pierced the body with the Demon Subduing Sword in his hand. He did not think that the person was a disciple of the mountain. This matter did not allow him to hesitate.
Silence.
"It's over?"
"No!"
Creak. There was another sound.
Huala. What was the sound of something moving?
A stone coffin!
The three of them looked back and saw a person sitting up in the stone coffin. It was a person in armor.
"Damn, the corpse came to life!" Wang Yao sighed. He was not afraid. He sighed from the bottom of his heart. Until now, he had never seen or heard of such things.
The things in TV, movies, and novels were not necessarily lies.
Crack. The Arhat statues on both sides shattered one by one.
Ring. The bells on the waists of the two old Taoists were ringing impatiently. It seemed to be reminding them to leave.
"Senior Brother?"
"I didn't expect the corpse to not rot!" Zhang Siheng's face changed.
Go.
The bronze mirror flew out and hit the body of the monster. With a bang, it fell down. Then, the monster slowly sat up.
What the hell is this thing?
Wang Yao took a few steps forward and saw its face. It was like a mummy. There was a layer of skin outside the bones. The wrinkled skin looked particularly scary.
"Why can it still move? Why?"
Not only could it move, but it also stood up.
"A zombie?"
"Almsgiver, be careful!"
The monster that stood up suddenly attacked Wang Yao, who was closest to it. Its speed was frightening.
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