The Quest for Immortality
These ghosts, Mo Hua actually isn’t afraid of them.
But he is somewhat curious in his heart, whether Mr. Hui and these people have any way to deal with the ghosts before them...
"I don’t practice the ’Ghost’ Path..."
The black-robed elder pondered for a moment, looking at Mr. Hui, "In Maoshan Taoism, there should be a spell point for expelling Yin ghosts?"
Mr. Hui frowned: "Ghosts are different from zombies, they are formless entities, involving Divine Thought Dao Skill. Even within the Maoshan inheritance, unless a disciple has innate extraordinary Divine Sense and talent in this path, they cannot study it."
"Junior is dull-witted and cannot learn this kind of inheritance, it’s just..." Mr. Hui sighed, "I do tomb-robbing every day, so I have learned some simple methods for entering tombs that can ward off, but whether they are effective is hard to say."
"No worries," the black-robed elder said, "Mr. Hui, just give it a try."
Mr. Hui said, "This method is called ’Lighting the Human Lamp’."
"Human Lamp?"
Mr. Hui nodded, "Usually, when we enter a tomb and feel something strange, with Yin ghosts lurking, we catch one or two living people as backup, using their Divine Sense to light the lamp and clear the path for us."
The black-robed elder looked at Mo Hua, then at Shen Qingsheng, and asked, "What kind of living person works best?"
Mr. Hui said, "Young, with clean Blood Qi, pure-minded, talented, abundantly filled Sea of Consciousness, preferably with some formation knowledge..."
"The Divine Sense of such people is what evil spirits love the most."
Mo Hua was momentarily speechless, a bit at a loss.
In his mind, why not just name me directly instead of describing so much...
It turns out they brought me initially to use as a "human lamp."
Sure enough, the black-robed elder looked at Mo Hua, nodded slightly, then reached out to seize Shen Qingsheng at the side:
"Use him to light the lamp."
Mr. Hui was not surprised at all, simply said: "Okay."
Shen Qingsheng looked terrified.
No...the person you described is not me...
Mr. Hui took out a golden hoop resembling a lampstand.
Shen Qingsheng screamed, "Stop! Do you know who my father is? You can’t do this to me! You..."
Mr. Hui already had his hand around Shen Qingsheng’s throat, whispered, "Dare to scream again, and I’ll kill you."
Shen Qingsheng’s face was furious but ultimately deflated, not daring to resist. .
Mr. Hui placed the golden hoop on Shen Qingsheng’s forehead.
The golden hoop clasped tightly at Baihui and Shenting several, connecting the Sea of Consciousness acupuncture points.
There was also a lampstand on the golden hoop.
Mr. Hui took out a white candle, inserted it into the lampstand, then lit it with a dim white fire.
With the light on, the hazy light illuminated the path ahead.
Shen Qingsheng looked bewildered, feeling neither pain nor discomfort.
But Mo Hua could see that his Divine Sense was drawn out by the golden hoop, burning along with the candle, and then scattering like smoke around.
Mr. Hui ordered Shen Qingsheng, "You, walk in front."
Shen Qingsheng cursed inwardly but dared not disobey, forced to walk with the golden hoop lampstand on his head, acting as the "human lamp," leading at the front.
The surrounding ghosts indeed gathered, feeding off the smoke of the Divine Sense burning from Shen Qingsheng’s Sea of Consciousness through the human lamp.
After inhaling the smoke, the ghosts became unusually quiet, not violent, and did not attack the other cultivators.
Everyone followed behind Shen Qingsheng, walking along the path filled with ghosts, with not a trace of evil spirits touching them, unusually safe.
Mo Hua marveled silently, unexpected that such a bizarre spell existed in the world.
Shen Qingsheng, leading in front, was fine at first. His abundant Divine Sense meant that lighting the human lamp with his head felt painless.
But as it continued, he started to feel as if something was being "sucked" away inside his head.
Divine Sense gradually burned out.
The burning pain slowly intensified.
It was then that Shen Qingsheng realized the pain, realized the fear, "What the hell is this..."
He reached out intending to remove the lampstand, only to have his arm firmly grasped by Mr. Hui.
"Kid, behave, or I’ll kill you," Mr. Hui said coldly.
There was no politeness towards Shen Qingsheng.
In his heart, Shen Qingsheng wished to kill all of Mr. Hui’s ancestors but was helpless and could do nothing but let his head be used as the "human lamp."
The group continued onward.
Shen Qingsheng’s face grew paler and paler, his Divine Sense drying up, the Sea of Consciousness increasingly pained.
Though not a Formation Master, he experienced a kind of exhausting pain, with his brain juices wrung dry and his Divine Thought depleted.
Fortunately, after a little while, the group finally emerged from the "Ghost Path."
The Yin energy faded, Mo Hua could also see that the ghosts were all dispersing.
Only then did Mr. Hui remove the lampstand from Shen Qingsheng.
He didn’t really want to kill Shen Qingsheng after all.
Not knowing what lay ahead, it was better to keep a living person as a reserve, even for lighting the lamp.
If Shen Qingsheng died, then Mo Hua would have to be used to light the lamp.
To use Mo Hua as the lamp, honestly, he was somewhat reluctant.
Beyond the Ghost Path, amidst the depths of the Mass Graves, the blood in the hand of the Demon Sect leader trembled more vigorously.
It seemed to resonate with something of the bloodline.
For the first time, on the face of this grim and imposing Demon Sect leader, Mo Hua felt a distinct emotion.
The Demon Sect leader, moving his hefty body, continued walking forward.
After a while, everyone came to a spacious area of the mountain.
On the surface, this area looked ordinary, but oddly, despite being within the Mass Graves, there wasn’t a single corpse around this mountain area.
It seemed as if this place was a sanctuary.
Or perhaps, it was a certain inviolable "Holy Land."
The blood in the hands of the Demon Sect leader pulsed restlessly. His voice was deep and hoarse, suppressing a hint of excitement:
"This is the place..."
Mo Hua’s heart tightened involuntarily.
He could feel that he was close to something...
Something with significant karma with him.
Even making him inexplicitly excited deep down.
But as to what exactly, Mo Hua couldn’t say for the moment...
The Demon Sect leader, relying on the bloodline sense in his hand, took a circle around, then stopped at a blank mountain wall.
The mountain wall was broad, with nothing upon it.
The Dragon Pattern lit up, Evil Power possessed, and with a roar like a dragon, the Demon Sect leader smashed the mountain wall with a single punch.
Stone shards fell, dust billowed.
When the dust settled, behind the mountain wall revealed a huge and grand entrance.
This door was also forged from bright yellow copper ore, inlaid with various gemstones, engraved with exquisite reliefs, noble and magnificent.
Behind the door, a golden palace with flying pavilions and floating eaves, brilliant and dazzling to the extreme.
This was a Divine Temple.
Seeing such ostentatious majesty, golden brilliance in the somber Mass Graves, everyone felt a sense of awe and oddity.
But Mo Hua slightly frowned.
He felt that this Divine Temple gave off an air of familiarity everywhere.
"Familiar..."
Mo Hua examined the surroundings of the Divine Temple, then, unable to help himself, his gaze fell on the jeweled, luxurious entrance.
On the door were reliefs.
The reliefs depicted a deity dazzling in golden light.
This deity held a Mountain Spear, adorned in chain-link Golden Armor, with a long, stern face, eyes severe, and an expression exuding a compelling aura of dominance over all beings.
Mo Hua stared at it for a long time, slowly opening his mouth in surprise.
This face...
This is... Lord Yellow Mountain?!
In the depths of Solitary Mountain City, beneath the corpse-statue coffin at the Mass Graves, this luxurious golden palace is... Lord Yellow Mountain’s Divine Temple?!