Asking About Longevity Chapter 494

Chapter 494: Evil

In Nanyue City, monks from various families and sects related to Tianshu Pavilion gathered together, each with their own magical powers.

 The skinny old man is not the only one who can see this.

 Above the mine, the air of corpses filled the air.

 There are countless corpses stored in it.

Even though everyone present was from a powerful background and had seen a lot of the world, they all took a breath of cold air under the soaring corpse aura.

With the Taoist government unified, the demonic way gradually disappeared.

Where can we see such a strong zombie aura today, and where can we see so many zombies?

 For a moment, everyone was frightened.

 “How audacious!”

 “Who is refining corpses?”

 “…how many people were killed?”

 “It is unreasonable to despise the Taoist court and ignore the laws of Taoism!”

“…Which demon sect's method is this?”

Everyone was talking about it, and finally someone said:

"what to do?"

　This question made everyone a little silent.

 A monk said: "The evil devil is currently present, we cannot just sit back and watch, we should punish him!"

"Too much…"

 “We can't control it…”

“Don't forget to get down to business. We are not here to meddle in other people's business.”

 “How can this be called nosy?”

 “It is natural to eliminate demons and defend the law!”

 “Hmph, it's sanctimonious, who are you pretending to...”

 “You f*cking…”

 The sound of arguments resounded in the inn.

 But only in inns.

The entire Nanyue Inn has been booked by their group of monks, and measures have been set up to block the sight and sound, and to isolate outsiders. People who are not the same type cannot enter this inn.

After arguing for a long time, the skinny old man who was doing the calculation of "Three Talents to Count Copper Coins" suddenly frowned and asked slowly:

 “Do you know where that person is?”

Everyone was quiet for a moment and then shook their heads.

The skinny old man said again:

“He asked us to figure it out, just to bring us here, but when we got here, there was no trace of him. Instead, there was a mine filled with corpses. Do you think this is a coincidence?”

"you mean?"

The skinny old man said: "Perhaps that person brought us here just for this mountain of corpses."

 Everyone looked at each other, and another person said:

"Then what?"

“Are you feeling compassionate and want us to help?”

“No, they are dragging us to do hard labor...”

"Or is it testing us? Whoever can solve this problem will be the one he meets?"

 “What are you thinking about?”

"Our motives are not pure... He is not an old man who gives people opportunities."

"Indeed...that man is arrogant, extremely talented, and arrogant. How could he be so boring and play such boring tricks with us?"

 “Then what do you think we should do?”

Everyone looked at each other, everyone had their own agenda, and said nothing.

 In the end, they broke up unhappy and let it go.

After the three skinny old men returned to the room, they set up a soundproof formation and began to talk in secret.

The middle-aged monk said: "The aura of corpses is too strong, and soon it will turn into a tide of corpses. This Nanyue City is not a place to stay for a long time."

The skinny old man said: "What do you mean?"

“What's the point? Just leave quickly. If you don't leave, you'll fall into a tide of corpses and you may not be able to escape.”

The middle-aged monk said in a deep tone, "Even if there is no zombie tide, if you can use these methods to make so many zombies without any knowledge, how can such monks be easy to deal with?"

“This is not a good thing, what are we doing in this muddy water?”

 The skinny old man was silent.

 The middle-aged monk said in surprise: "You don't want to stay, do you?"

 The skinny old man frowned and nodded slightly.

 The middle-aged monk said "tsk", then turned to ask the young man in white, "Young Master, what about you?"

The boy in white nodded and said:

“The tide of corpses is a disaster, and all living beings are in ruins. I also want to stay and do my little bit.”

Hearing the young man's energetic and passionate words made his head hurt.

But if he were left alone... without the old man's three talents to count copper coins and do fortune-telling, he would have no choice but to bump around like a headless fly.

 The middle-aged monk was a little unwilling and asked the old man:

 “Do you really want to stay?”

The skinny old man nodded, as if he was thinking about something, his expression was a little solemn. After a moment, he slowly said:

 “I… have a premonition…”

 The middle-aged monk was startled, "What's the premonition?"

The skinny old man took a deep breath, his eyes filled with uncertainty:

 “These days, I occasionally feel frightened.”

 “It seems that there is great terror on the road ahead, it is extremely dangerous, and life and death are unpredictable.”

“And if we can suppress the corpse mine, save this city, and even the monks across the state, we may be able to form a good relationship, and there will be a glimmer of hope in the future when we encounter a near-death situation..."

 The middle-aged monk frowned.

 He can't feel anything, so naturally he doesn't believe anything.

 But he also knows that he should listen to others' advice and eat enough.

This monk who can live to old age in the world of cultivation has to believe even if it is a vague premonition.

"Okay, I'll stay too, but I've promised that if things go wrong, I'll leave."

 The middle-aged monk said helplessly.

The skinny old man nodded, and the boy in white breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

 The next day there were fewer people in the inn.

 Some of them were in Nanyue City, but no clues about Mr. Zhuang could be found, so they looked elsewhere.

 Some people were worried about the outbreak of corpses and could not survive alone, so they left without saying goodbye.

 But there are also people who stayed.

 Some, like the skinny old man, had a vague premonition of the mystery of cause and effect from the corpse mine.

There are also those who have no premonition, but are simply upright and want to eradicate zombies and do something for the local monks. Everyone discussed ways to suppress the corpse mine.

 But in the corpse mine, there are countless zombies, and it is extremely difficult to deal with them.

“I'm afraid it's not possible for us monks.”

“I want to write a letter and go back to my family or sect to ask for reinforcements.”

 “It's been a while…”

“There's nothing you can do about it. You can't just rush in and find death without preparing anything.”

“We don't know anything about the situation in the corpse mine.”

“How many iron zombies are there, how many walking zombies are there, are there any other special zombies, who is practicing it, and are the local monastic forces involved?”

“Don't think about it, there must be local forces. Building a corpse mine will definitely require a lot of manpower and material resources. Without the support of local forces, it cannot be built.”

 “Let's go to the Lu family…”

"I think so too."

 “Is there any evidence?”

 “Let's rely on experience, you'll know it just by looking at it…”

 “If the strong dragon does not suppress the local snake, it will be troublesome.”

 A young monk said proudly:

“It's a pity that this place is only the boundary of the second-level state. Due to the restrictions of heaven, Jin Dan cannot take action. Otherwise, I will ask my father to come over and level this mountain with one sword!”

“Okay, okay, we know your father is a golden elixir...”

 “If the golden elixir comes over, even a sword can't level it...”

“Even if they are wiped out, these zombies will not be killed for a while. Once the zombies get out of control and invade Nanyue City, all the monks in the city will become zombies, and the problem will be even bigger..."

 “Young people should not be too arrogant.”

“Problems cannot be solved without force, but neither can they be solved by force alone…”

 The young monk sat down angrily.

 “What should we do?” someone asked again.

Everyone thought for a moment, and someone slowly said: "Daoting?"

 “Can you please mobilize Taoist soldiers?”

 “That's a way…”

 “Who has a connection to the Dao Bing Division?”

“There are several uncles in my clan who serve in the Taoist Army…”

An old man shook his head and said, "Don't think about it. The Taoist court won't send Taoist soldiers. Even if they do, it won't be much?"

 “The risk is too high and the price is too high.”

"How could it be? Killing demons and eliminating demons is the basic principle of Taoism and it is also the responsibility of Taoist court!"

 “That's what I said…”

 “Don't think too simply.”

“How can we mobilize so many manpower and material resources just as we say?”

“That is, counting the oil and water scraped off layer by layer from top to bottom, the actual cost may be even greater.”

 “This is not something I feel comfortable saying...”

“Daoting also has the difficulties of Daoting…”

 “What's the difficulty? What's the difficulty in eating naka?”

 “Don't be so weird…”

 “You f*cking…”

Everyone was chatting and getting angry.

"Okay, okay," the senior and senior white-bearded old man said slowly, "Let's get down to business."

　　The quarrel then ceased.

After a moment of silence in the room, someone else said:

“Why don't we all jointly submit a letter to the Taoist court, clarify our interests, make the matter bigger and make it public, and the Taoist court cannot ignore it..."

 Everyone nodded slightly.

At this moment, the skinny old man in the seat stood up suddenly, holding several copper coins in his hand, and his face turned pale.

All the monks looked at each other with some doubts.

The white-bearded old man frowned and asked, "Brother Wen, what happened?"

The skinny old man looked frightened and said in a trembling voice:

　　"I just felt so blessed that I made a divination with a few copper coins..."

 “On the hexagram, it shows...”

 “Shows…the mine, the future scene.”

The skinny old man was a little frightened when he thought of that scene:

"Living people and dead corpses are mixed together, and there is no distinction between life and death. The living people look like corpses, and the corpses look like living people. And the one who rules over it is a corpse king. This corpse king has dark golden blood-colored pupils and is not affected by anyone. The control of the corpse..."

 The white-bearded old man heard this and his expression changed dramatically.

Other monks were a little confused, "So what?"

 “That is to say,” the skinny old man looked frightened and said slowly:

“The Corpse King has been refined in this corpse mine. If it is not suppressed and allowed to continue, it will definitely lead to a natural disaster in a hundred years. This Corpse King will become... a corpse evil!"

“In other words, this corpse mine is actually nourishing evil spirits!”

As soon as these words came out, all the monks were frightened.

 “What a sin!”

This is a word that can only be seen in monastic classics, and it means a catastrophe that is almost irresistible to human power.

Even families or sects with thousands of years of foundation have records of being massacred by evildoers...

 Nurturing evil spirits?

The voice of the white-bearded old man couldn't help but tremble, "Is this...serious?"

 The skinny old man was frightened, "The hexagram is like this..."

He thought for a moment and then added: "I cannot calculate evil things with my own ability..."

 The implication is that someone should have asked him to calculate it, or in other words, he should have told everyone through his hexagrams...

 Everyone knows who this person is.

The white-bearded old man was silent for a moment, looked serious, and said in a concentrated voice:

 “Send this matter to Tianshu Pavilion and ask the elder of the pavilion to make an estimate.”

"At the same time, I also wrote to the Taoist court, asking for the deployment of Taoist soldiers to support..."

"If this is really the case, and evil is breeding in the corpse mine, then all available monks must be mobilized to suppress the corpse mine at all costs, kill the King of Corpses, and strangle this evil to the uttermost. There will be trouble in the future!”

 (End of this chapter)

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