Five-Point Seal

"grass!"

What the hell is this?!

Having encountered the wolf spirit, the old cat monkey, and the yellow demon posing as a mountain god, Zhang Wei thought he had gained some understanding of demons and monsters. But now, looking closely, the malice of reality made him feel a chill to the bone.

The scene of countless ghosts swarming out was truly terrifying.

This was only because the tunnel leading upwards from the pit was too narrow. If it were an open-pit mine, he couldn't even imagine how wonderful the scene would be if everyone came out!

A silhouette of the newlyweds?

Ah!

Just as Zhang Wei had exhausted his murderous aura and was preparing to make one last desperate attempt with the little bit of Ya Zi True Meaning he had just condensed, and was thrusting his legs backward, a dazzling bolt of lightning suddenly shot out from behind him.

A dazzling display of lightning, a moment of brilliance that illuminates the world!

As Zhang Wei went blind in an instant, the violent lightning, like a long spear, cleaved the surging tide in two. Sparks flew everywhere, and when they hit the ground, they crackled with electricity. The ghosts and the black tide were instantly incinerated or extinguished upon contact.

The remaining lightning bolts, not yet satisfied after annihilating the Black Tide, plunged downwards into the mine.

The next instant, a sound like thunder from the heavens reverberated from the ground, causing the mountains covering the mine to tremble. Countless rocks tumbled down, instantly waking the camp that had been dreaming. Hundreds of people rushed towards the cave entrance with their equipment, not even dressed properly. Taoist priests and high monks chanted scriptures and dharma names, their bodies radiating a faint light, and their legs covered three to five meters with each step.

In less than three minutes, the camp was brightly lit, and hundreds of people gathered outside the cave entrance, their expressions wary and resigned as they watched Master Yiming slowly turn around: "Old Daoist, you went a bit too far, disturbing everyone's sweet dreams!"

"What are you saying? I just don't know what Daoist Yiming is doing here in front of the mine in the middle of the night instead of sleeping in his tent!"

The response came from a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, wearing a Zhongshan suit. His movement was accompanied by the clanging of dozens of metal objects. "I know you are highly respected," he said, "but I also have a responsibility to the tens of thousands of people in this town. Why don't you leave the mine entrance first, and we can talk slowly?"

"good!"

it is good?

In the tense atmosphere, hundreds of thoughts and speculations surfaced in the man in the Zhongshan suit's mind. He even prepared for the highly respected old Taoist priest to transform into a hysterical heretic with no hope of ascending to immortality, ready to wave his hand and give the order at any time.

So all you said was "good"?

Even so, he still didn't dare to believe the other party.

It wasn't until Master Yiming was placed under guard that both the Buddhist and Taoist families inspected the cave entrance and confirmed that the seal was intact. In fact, the old Taoist's lightning magic had cleared the pit and helped it straighten out, ensuring that the other party would not, and dare not, cause any more disturbances for at least a few days.

Having received the answer, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the old Taoist priest, his gaze filled with such complex emotions that it could fill a book.

Having lived through that time, he didn't want to harbor any doubts. After confirming there were no problems, he asked directly, "What are you doing all this sneaking around for?"

Master Yiming said, "It's nothing. It's just that my young disciple, who is about to become an apprentice, lacks some protective measures. His future is fraught with difficulties, and I can't watch over him every day. So I wanted to borrow some from this little guy at the bottom of the pit. He was unwilling, so this old Taoist had no choice but to agree on his behalf!"

The kid is incredibly lucky to have such a hardworking and devoted master like you!

That's the method... He didn't know how the master and apprentice were, but these people were really scared.

The man in the Zhongshan suit curled his lip: "I'm asking why you didn't use this method sooner. Why keep it from people? It's kind of scary!"

Upon hearing this, Master Yiming surveyed the entire scene, looking at the Taoists who stared blankly at the half-cracked mountain peak, questioning the meaning of life, and then at the gleaming bald heads: "This old Taoist is worried that some evil spirit might try to sabotage things. What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"..."

has a problem!

But nobody dared to say it!

Even those who don't understand cultivation or magic know that as long as they don't commit any serious crimes, no one dares to argue with a Taoist priest who can split mountains with lightning.

For sensible monks and Taoist priests, this matter is even more outrageous.

Where is the altar?

What about the yellow chart?

They didn't see any of the preparations, such as burning incense and praying, cleansing themselves and fasting.

If there's nothing there, where did you get such an exaggerated lightning spell from?

No, they're even starting to wonder if the old Taoist priest has already obtained his ticket to ascension.

Although everyone has always felt that Master Yiming is one of the people with the highest chance of ascending to immortality in their time.

But feelings are just feelings. It's like when everyone first enters the Dao, they all feel that they can cultivate a set of skills, ride the wind between heaven and earth, and eliminate demons with their swords.

But what about the facts?

Eight out of ten only have so many tricks up their sleeves. The rest have some skills, but they're still far from their dreams. At best, they can only prolong their lives. While others live to sixty or seventy, they start at eighty or ninety, and that's it!

You're lucky enough to live to be 120 and have lived through several dynasties. People praising you on a daily basis is not only to give you face, but also to keep a glimmer of hope in your heart.

But now that you've pulled this stunt, it's really upsetting.

These days, could it really be possible for a Taoist master to actually achieve immortality through the process of corpse liberation?

......

Of course, the outside world's commotion has little to do with Zhang Wei.

As the thunder pierced the darkness, relentlessly crushing the black tide and rushing into the depths of the pit, Zhang Wei's dazed mind was suddenly jolted awake.

Right, why is he running away?

He didn't come to this mass grave alone to explore; he came with instructions from his prospective master. If anything happens, his master will naturally take care of him.

Of course, one could argue that the apprenticeship process was too hasty; how could people in the modern world readily accept the master-disciple relationship so quickly?

But his first instinct was to try to slip away, but wasn't it because his legs weren't as fast as Thunder's?

And to be honest, in the real world he was just an ordinary only child from an ordinary family, and he had basically never experienced the feeling of having someone behind him like Zhang Wei. This was really great!

Every pore on my body was wide open, and even the hair on my head stood straight up!

No wonder there were jokes about my dad circulating online before, although that's not really the case.

But the meaning is the same.

What is he afraid of? Why is he running away?

Kuroshio is the one who should run away!

There was no time to ponder the issue of mindset. The murderous aura surged back and penetrated his flesh, smoothing out the muscles that had been convulsing from the lightning strike. Amidst waves of soreness and stinging pain, Zhang Wei quickly strode deeper into the area.

Wherever he went, malevolent energy rose, and blood mist became ferocious. Large amounts of the blood and resentment of the earthly demons were crushed by the lightning, and the scattered blood and resentment of the earthly demons were extracted and ground up by him.

As we walked, we were constantly worn down, with a thin, dark, slag-covered road winding downwards behind us.

Above Zhang Wei's head, the blood mist that had been rising into a cloud gradually began to take on a more stable shape.

The mine shaft is straight, leading all the way down.

After walking for a long time, Zhang Wei could vaguely see the traces of mining on the walls of the narrow tunnel by the light of the remaining thunder, and some tool remnants that had not been completely burned under his feet.

The further you go in, the more traces remain.

About half an hour later, after he had walked for another half hour.

The road ahead widened rapidly, and the downward-sloping mine tunnel finally came to an end. But what Zhang Wei saw after stepping out of the tunnel was not a transfer station in a mine pit, but a huge mine bottom space that was more than ten meters high and hundreds of meters long and wide.

As far as the eye could see, all around and overhead were shiny black coal mines.

But at his feet, a pool of dark reddish water stood out starkly from the mineral vein. In the viscous water, thousands of bloated, fat corpses lay prostrate, their swollen, horrifying faces slowly adjusting their orientation as Zhang Wei moved.

They seemed to be trying to get out of the pool, but each time they moved, a dark light fell, knocking over most of the restless corpses.

Zhang Wei's gaze followed the source of the light.

After careful observation for a moment, dozens of dark gray hemp ropes, each as thick as an adult's wrist, were found hanging high above the pool and close to the mine wall. Following the rope tracks, one could see huge stone pillars standing on the edge of the pool, close to the cave wall.

The stone pillar is one meter square and two-thirds the height of the mine.

Because it has been deep in the coal mine for many years, the pillars are covered with a thick layer of coal ash, just like the ropes hanging above the pool of water, making it difficult to recognize their original colors. However, through some areas that have not yet been covered by ash, you can still see some tongue-twisting and complex drawings and characters.

It looks somewhat like the talismans in the tent of the prospective master, but upon closer inspection, there are many differences.

The strokes on the edges of the characters are bizarre, and the characters are black rather than the crimson color of cinnabar and chicken blood mixed with talismans.

On the foundation of the stone pillar and on the rope, traces of sealing talismans can still be faintly seen, but they have been corroded by moisture over the years and are now difficult to recognize.

There are ten stone pillars strung together by ropes, nested in a pentagram pattern outside the pool, in a hidden corner on the shore. Combined with the dim environment of the mine and the gray-black color stained by coal ash, Zhang Wei would have had a hard time finding them if the pool hadn't been in an uproar caused by the zombies.

It's not easy to identify.

But this seemingly plausible but poorly imitated work was clearly left behind by the Japanese soldiers who dug the mine.

However, he did not destroy the sealing magic array simply because he hated the house because of its contents.

Although this thing is cruel and improper, it is at least part of the seal of the mine, and at the same time, it also plays a certain role in protecting Zhang Wei who is inside.

Did you not see the millions of corpses in the pool trying to climb ashore, but being blocked and knocked back?

Moreover, the pool of corpses he was seeing was not the entirety of this mine.

Neither the Yin Ghost Black Tide, which was directly crushed by Lei Fa just now, nor the flesh-and-blood composite that Zhang Wei glimpsed when he was still outside the cave, have shown themselves yet.