Chapter 367: Yinshan Village

As soon as the word "hundred years" was crossed out of the decree, the sky was filled with hidden thunder, the purple light was hidden behind dark clouds, lightning blossomed and snow fell in a flash.

Kong Xuyang laughed furiously as he wiped the rain from his face and held the decree aloft, "The time has not yet come, this decree is still valid, wait until you are struck down by lightning, you rabble!

The Daoist zombie inside the gates of Yinshan Village was unhurried, ringing the bell with his right hand and raising his eyes as he slowly said, "Form up to meet the enemy."

The rain has smashed the scattered money on the ground, the red and white candles, the unburned incense, and the dark oil lamps that are lit up in every house in the village, reflecting the shattered silhouettes of people in the windows.

The figures were all men in the prime of life, with missing arms or legs, some with their heads half blown off, moving sluggishly out of the house, just as they were about to be drenched by the rain, a yellowish white umbrella suddenly opened above their heads, shielding them from the rain that had fallen from heaven, representing the punishment for their sins.

The woman in the white birthday suit, her head cracked on the bridge pier, follows the man without a word, holding the umbrella for him every inch of the way, their hands clasped together under it.

The bride, in her red wedding dress, with her wedding handkerchief in one hand and blood-dripping red scissors in the other, is carried by a bow-legged bridemaid as she waddles out of the woods, laughing freely from under the cover.

"The Red Furies are listed on the left." The Taoist raised his hand and a yellow talisman flew out of his sleeve and was affixed to the bride's head at the head of the row.

The bride's bridesmaid lifted her black eyes without eyes, laughed, hung her head and stood still on the left.

The drenched old man crawled out of the weir, his bruised and puffy face covered in emerald green puffballs, his mouth open and a steady stream of dark mud and sand flowed down.

"The White Furies are listed on the right." The Taoist stood with his wrist up and made a gesture, and these old men did not move, their black, cavernous, ebony eyes staring deadly out of the village gate.

Kong Xuyang looked at the two golden peach wood swords stuck in front of the village and cursed through clenched teeth as his heart burned with anxiety.

This century-old peach wood sword was blocking the entrance to the village, and neither he nor these Yin Furies behind him could attack it, so they had to wait for the heavenly thunder to split open.

The clouds hummed and purple lightning flashed, and a thunderbolt more than a foot wide rumbled down and struck the Daoist at the entrance of Yinshan Village.

In the flash of lightning, the talisman paper on the man's body was instantly obliterated, the peach wood sword shattered into wood chips in the blink of an eye, and the pagoda with the name Yinshan Village was shaken by the lightning.

The two Red and White Furies standing to the left and right were pressed down to their knees by the might of the heavenly thunder, straightening their spines in the mud and struggling to stand up.

Hundreds of grieving ghosts hissed in desolation, and their ghoulish aura overflowed, their wedding clothes tossed in the cold wind and rain, and their ghostly voices were heavy.

"Heaven and earth are unkind!"

"Heaven is unjust!"

Kong Xuyang breathed a long sigh of relief and was overwhelmed with joy as he read aloud the words of the decree: "The people of Yinshan Village have used evil magic to cause countless deaths and injuries, and their crimes are too numerous to mention.

As the heavenly thunder dispersed, the yellow talisman on the Daoist's face was cleaved cleanly and his face was fully revealed; it was a face identical to Bai Liu's, with a light expression and a light tone: "I confess my sins."

"It doesn't matter if you don't recognize it ......" Kong Xuyang's smile widened, only to look over as if he had suddenly reacted, stunned, "What did you just say?!"

The Taoist with the face of Bai Liu repeated calmly, "I confess my sins."

Both the Red and White Furies on the ground looked up in amazement, and the Martyred Bridge Ghost also dropped his umbrella and joined the zombie in staring at the Daoist in death.

The Taoist looked at Kong Xuyang: "Over the past hundred years, your ancestor used the grave to accumulate Yin Qi to protect the souls of the people of Yinshan Village, to nurture evil spirits, and to steal the anger of the descendants to force them to reincarnate, so that countless descendants of Yinshan Village died in vain."

"This tomb formation has been arranged so far that the Yin Qi is only enough to unite the spirits of us ghosts and restore our sanity, and also to empty the Yin Mountain Village of all of us, so that those of us who have worn the sin can avoid the punishment of our spirits flying away from us in the Holy Decree."

"But over the centuries ......," the Taoist slowly raised his eyes, "the people of Yinshan Village in the tomb were turned into severe ghosts by me, their souls were separated and they had no sanity, they only remembered the order I gave them to guard Yinshan Village to the death and not to let a single outsider enter. They only remembered the order I gave them to guard Yinshan Village to the death and not to let a single outsider enter, which made them kill many innocent people who passed by."

"You are indeed right, I have indeed used evil magic and killed innocent people indiscriminately."

The yellow-clothed Taoist stepped forward, crossed the main gate of Yinshan Village, lifted his robe and knelt down on one knee in the pouring rain, taking the holy decree from the stunned Kong Xuyang with one hand and looking up at him, saying in a flat voice.

"Regardless of the order of the centuries, I am the only one who is responsible for the evil effects of the evil arts, and I am the only one who should bear the consequences, not the people of Yinshan Village."

"I wish to be executed, to be struck by heavenly lightning until my soul is scattered, in exchange for a hundred years of peace in Yinshan Village and the safety of all beings, for people to go the way of people and for ghosts to enter the way of ghosts."

"But before that ......" The Taoist took the holy decree from Kong Xuyang's hand, gathered his knees and stood up slowly as the night gale blew so hard that the three gold crowns of hair he had tied around his head swayed from side to side.

A flash of green and purple lightning between heaven and earth, bright as day.

In the light of the lightning, the Taoist lifted his rain-drenched face and slowly turned to look at Bai Liu within the village of Yinshan: "Are you my descendant?"

"Judging by the face." Bai Liu sounded respectful, "I suppose so, old man."

Two faces, not far apart, look at each other across the shifting pagoda of Yinshan Village, beaten by the fierce storm.

One is dressed in a white shirt and trousers, with a casual posture, as if watching a play, the other in a neatly made Taoist robe, with a calm brow and a righteous look in his eyes, one high and one low, one inside and one outside, with a harsh, hissing ghost behind them and the white bones of foreigners holding foreign guns and artillery in front of them, next to two dumbfounded Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi.

If Mu Sicheng had been sober, he would have been shocked by the smile that appeared on Bai Liu's face, which he would never have done.

"Old master? I was only in my early thirties when I died, you call me that ......" The Taoist could not stop smiling, his eyebrows dropping softly, "You are a naughty young man, you were born with a naughty nature, have you borrowed your yin money? Do you want me to help you, old man?"

Bai Liu shook his head honestly, "Not yet, it would be great if you could help."

"I can help you." The daoist smiled, "You are my descendant, and I have quite a large accumulation of yin energy over the past hundred years, so it wouldn't hurt to lend you a fortune before I go."

He lifted his feet, as if he were a swimming dragon flying in the wind, and landed in front of Bai Liu in almost the blink of an eye, his Daoist robe bulging and scattering in the air as it was shaken by the huge Yin Qi that emerged from his body.

The three golden crowns of hair on the Daoist's head spread out, and the greenish-black Yin Qi that had lingered for so long on his face dispersed, revealing a clear, handsome, vibrant face, and the black nails on his hands retracted, turning into clean, round, clean, living human-like fingers.

His eyes were half-lidded as he leaned down to whisper in Bai Liu's ear, his words faintly audible amidst the immense rush of Yin, with a tenderness that seemed like pity.

"A hundred years ago the village of Yinshan was to fall and be handed over, I was at my wits' end and made a deal with an evil god who appeared out of nowhere. He promised that I would protect the village of Yinshan for a hundred years and not allow any outsiders to invade, and gave me this evil art, and in exchange I was to give him my soul and then suffer here for a hundred years."

"But the hundred-year period has come and gone, and the evil god who said he would come to end it all is not coming, but time in the village of Yinshan has suddenly stopped, stopped when I am about to be trapped for a hundred years, and once the moment when the hundred-year period is to come, it will go back to seven days ago."

"The village of Yinshan was trapped inside a seven-day cycle, never to move forward again, and a steady stream of strange living beings began to enter the village on the first day of the beginning of this seven-day cycle."

"I wanted to end it all, but I could not. "

The Daoist's long, bony fingers reached out from his robe and gently touched his fingertips to Bai Liu's forehead, and the Yin Qi poured from his body like a torrent of oceanic currents into Bai Liu's body.

"Many thanks."

"Whether you entered the tomb without hurting any of the village people or woke me up, many thanks."

Bai Liu looked at the Taoist: "Don't you hate the evil god who plays with and torments you?"

The Taoist, who looked like Bai Liu, closed his eyes and, with a look of remembrance on his face, whispered as if to himself.

"...... So what if I hate it, so what if I don't, I begged him voluntarily in the first place, and I have never repented of what happened, I only remember when I knelt before him, turned my back on the faith of my ancestors, and said- "

"But let the dragon city fly, and teach not the horses-"

The clouds rolled in the sky and a gap opened up, the purple light gathered, the thunder roared, the momentum was like a mountain crash, the rain was like a wave, the gap flashed twice and a round ball of lightning gathered, aimed at the indistinct yellow-clothed Taoist on the ground and struck down fiercely as if it had the force of a thousand pounds!

The Daoist in yellow opened his eyes violently, turned over to face the heavenly thunder directly, waved his sleeves and spread his robe to protect the evil spirits of Yinshan Village and Bai Liu behind him, and sternly bellowed the last three words

"-Du Yin Shan!"