Chapter 366: Yinshan Village

Kong Xuyang's eyes were wide with anger, and his hands nearly tore the Maoshan Daoist technique in half: "Why is this set-up!"

Yang Zhi was shocked by his manic look and took two steps back before carefully handing over the diary, "...... Brother Kong, do you want to see what's in the diary?"

Kong Xuyang closed his eyes and took two deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, and took the diary and read it quickly.

Whatever the characterisation, the game gives it, there must be a path through it.

They are now playing the role of the decent warlocks who attacked Yinshan Village a hundred years ago, and the fact that these two decent warlocks are buried in such a grand manner at the entrance of Yinshan Village proves that they were the winners a hundred years ago!

If the characters they played a hundred years ago can win, they will win a hundred years from now!

As for how to win, it must have been written in the two journals that were buried with these two warlocks.

The sheepskin diary is written in English, and because of the age of the diary, some of the language conventions are different from those of today, so the translation is a bit clumsy.

The diary states.

In the year Gengzi, on the twenty-fifth day of the eleventh month, the court held discussions with the Great Ones, drew up the outline of the agreement on the surrender of the Book, and formally ordered that the village of Yinshan be given to the Great Ones.

The soldiers of the foreigners entered the mountain with firearms and searched for Yinshan Village, only the two roads at the end of the village remained, and the flat land of Yinshan Village disappeared.

The government is in a state of panic, and some people say it may be the Maoshan magic that is hiding the traces of Yinshan village.

The next day, the court found my brother and I and ordered us to assist the foreigners in attacking the village from the sidelines, which we did in silence].

The first time I saw this was when my brother and I went into the mountains to look for it, but it turned out to be a man of great skill who was hiding the village of Yinshan with an evil Maoshan technique.

The court ordered my brother and I to break the law, and after consulting the canon, my brother and I found a method.

[The Daoist nature of the heavenly family can be suppressed by the heavenly might of the law, corrupting its righteousness and breaking its formations].

[Permission granted by the court].

In the year Gengzi, the thirteenth day of the lunar month, the Chinese New Year was approaching. The court ordered that no foreigner should be harmed, and that those who harmed foreigners were disobedient to the Heavenly family and should be punished severely.

The next day, the whole country carried out this decree, the rain poured down, the sky thundered down on the mountain, splitting the maze and breaking the spell of Yinshan village. 513 people from the whole village were all Mr. You, women and children, kneeling in front of the village, weeping and crying, pointing at heaven and earth as unkind.

The village is a place where a yellow-clad Taoist monk stands in front of the village, raising his hand to drop the fog, hiding the Yinshan village again in the midst of a poisonous fog and insect miasma, with ninety-one formations in the fog, and foreigners forcing their way in, killing and injuring more than a hundred people.

In April, the people of Yinshan were not allowed to enter the village. The foreigners were impatient and pressured the court, which was terrified and issued a new order.

[No resistance to the foreigners' forceful behaviour, no refusal to allow missionaries into their homes, no harsh words to the foreign lords, and an agreement to pay an indemnity of 450 million taels].

[On that day, the maze of Yinshan Village was broken and the village gate was opened, and the foreigners entered with firearms].

The yellow-robed Taoist is carrying a hundred years of evil on his back, holding a ten-thousand-foot thunderbolt, refining hundreds of evil spirits, and leading the corpses of the dead to guard the village gate without taking a step back.

[The foreigners are too scared to enter.

The court gave a gold and silk decree forcing the yellow clothed Taoist to surrender, implicating the nine clans of the Yinshan village, and giving me and my disciples the death of the Taoists if we did not surrender.

[...... Yellow silk is added to the body, and the evil spirits stoop to the ground, and all the people of Yinshan Village are sealed by the holy decree.]

[I and my senior brother stole the holy decree and changed the date of the surrender letter to one hundred years].

When the foreigners entered Yinshan Village with their artillery, my brother and I hid the surviving descendants of Yinshan Village in their ancestral graves and secretly sent sacrificial wine and food for their survival.

The descendants follow my request with my senior brother to build a burst of law inside the grave, with water as the body, to ensure that the Yin corpse inside the grave will not decay for a hundred years, and that the Yin soul of the descendants of Yinshan village will not be dispersed for a hundred years after death, and will not enter the hell or the heaven, avoiding the order of the golden silk and holy decree of the court to descend the book for a hundred years, to protect them from being dispersed by the heavenly thunder].

[After a hundred years, when the evil has been removed, the village of Yinshan will be empty and all descendants will be dead, and the surrender will be null and void].

[Yinshan Village is no longer a sinner in the world, can enter the six paths of reincarnation and start all over again ......]

The more he saw, the more Kong Xuyang's eyes lit up. He turned his head sharply to Yang Zhi and grabbed his arm, his voice hoarse to the point of being inaudible: "I know what the zombie's weakness is."

"It's a decree of surrender! Quickly dig, this holy decree prop must be in the tombs of these two foreign Taoists!"

......

Bai Liu was also looking at the calendar Mu Sicheng had thrown out, holding it up and spreading it out page by page, standing at the entrance of the village next to the motionless Taoist vampire.

After Mu Sicheng's spirit was broken, he was pinned down by Bai Liu and tied up with a whip, then fell against the village gate and leaned against the village pagoda.

After a while Mu Sicheng stopped moving, his eyes staring straight ahead with all sorts of strange expressions, as if he had seen something that shouldn't be here.

Bai Liu holds the calendar in one hand, one hand chained to Mu Sicheng, his right foot on Mu Sicheng's shoulder to keep him in line, his eyes dropping to the calendar, scanning it with a single glance, muttering to himself.

"So, the formation in the tomb was not set up by the Daoist in the tomb, but by the descendants of Yinshan Village in conjunction with the Daoists of the decent school, and the gathering of Yin Qi was not for the purpose of refining the corpses, but to repair the souls of the Daoist zombies that were broken by the heavenly thunder, lest their souls fly apart after a hundred years and they cannot enter the reincarnation."

"The new bride and the old man who drowned in the ...... tomb were both fighting against an invading foreign enemy back in the day, and they were so desperate that they had no choice but to kneel before the Taoist and beg him to use the most virulent of evil spells to turn themselves into a severe ghost and protect the village of Yinshan."

Bai Liu softly reads the words on the calendar, "I died a tragic death because I could not protect the good country and my family."

"But to die, my generation is also a ghost with a family, not a slave to the dead."

"The evil art has a cloud, the unmarried woman can become a Red Fury, die in the wedding road, for the world's severe ghost, the power of unspeakable, this is also true, so the Yinshan village fifty-one a girl in the boudoir to collect the wedding, wearing a double wedding cover, on the palanquin, holding a pair of scissors to kill themselves in the wedding road, turned into a Red Fury, the left position to protect the village ...... "

"Fifty-one women named: Yixi Wang (daughter of Wang Wu), Jiangping Green (engaged) ......"

"The evil art has a cloud, the dying old man old woman pinch drowning in the pond, can be the world's severe ghost, the fury of unspeakable, this is also true, so Yinshan village two hundred and seventy-one old woman old man collected to die, wearing white clothes and white trousers, jumped in the water themselves pinch drowning, legs stirring, refused to go to shore, turned into a white fury, the right position to protect the village ...... "

"Two hundred and seventy one old woman and old man named: Zhang Eshan ......"

"The two red and white demons have been all together, the Taoist opened his ancestral grave to bury his corpse thickly, gathered the Yin energy, endured thousands of pains, refined himself alive into a corpse, became inhuman and ghostly form, protected the village proper, raised the village to pay homage, for his great mourning, kneeled to worship him as a god, resolved to build a temple for it ......"

"In a few days, open the village gates to meet the enemy ......"

As Bai Liu read this, the Daoist zombie next to him, who had been unmoving, suddenly opened his eyes.

The charms on its body were windless and the hem of its yellow Taoist robe was blown by the night wind from nowhere, and the two fingers of its right hand were put together and raised towards the sky, and the peach wood sword behind it flew out automatically and landed crosswise in front of the entrance of Yinshan Village, becoming a road sign to stop people from moving forward.

This yellow-clothed Taoist calmed his voice, looked with both eyes out of the village gate and asked, "Who is the visitor?"

Outside the dark village gates, the hills and forests were moving as if something was marching in large numbers, and from the dark shadows came intermittent, sharp, hoarse laughter and cries, all in a blur, a chilling aura spreading from the ground, all the way to Bai Liu's feet.

Out of the darkness slowly emerges a man holding a candle, Kong Xuyang.

Half his face reflected the red light of the candle, a low, muffled laugh escaping his throat, his expression already a little mad, his right hand held up to the candle tied with a random layer of bandages torn off from his clothes, still oozing blood, his left hand held flat at his side clutching a golden roll, wrapped in a layer of fabric, looking very much like a prop from an imperial decree in a Qing court play.

He was followed by a pile of zombies with charms on their foreheads and, further back, by a number of rickety skeletons holding rusty guns and artillery and clad in old-fashioned Western-style uniforms that looked very much like foreigners.

Yang Zhi follows Kong Xuyang, his face calm and relaxed, his previous panic gone.

"You didn't expect that, did you?" Kong Xuyang burst out laughing as he opened his hands, " Bai Liu, look, what do I have after I play the identity of the holy decree?"

"The army, the war effort, everything."

Kong Xuyang looked contemptuously at Bai Liu and the zombie daoist in Yinshan Village, a nasty smile growing uncontrollably at the corners of his mouth, "A hundred years ago, you and that zombie next to you were nothing more than [my] defeated men, surviving only on my charity."

"Now [I] would not be so merciful."

"If this holy decree hadn't been intentionally tampered with a hundred years ago, you yin creatures would have had your souls scattered long ago!"

Kong Xuyang's expression cooled down as he raised his hand and used a brush to cross out the [100-year] period that had been carefully added to the decree, and sternly read out the contents of the decree: "The people of Yinshan Village are disloyal, unrighteous, unbelieving, attacking others, cultivating evil spirits, and repeatedly disobeying the decree. "

"Attack the village and kill all these demons and monsters in the village that have hurt me!"