The same goes for the old men in black robes.

They have more important things to do.

"The thing is in this mass grave..." The old man in black robe seemed to be sure of something. He turned around and looked at Mo Hua, "Little brother, can you lead the way?"

Mo Hua was startled and asked: "What?"

"The real tomb." The old man in black robe said.

Mo Hua thought for a while and shook his head, "Old senior, there are corpses everywhere in this mass grave, and there are very few traces of formations. I'm afraid I won't be able to find a way out..."

He told the truth.

Moreover, the formation of the tomb is also his shortcoming.

He had no idea what kind of tomb these demon cultivators were looking for.

Not to mention, these corpses were like grass and grass. They were far away and there was no way to find any direction in the bottomless mass grave.

The old man in black robe looked at Mr. Hui again.

Second Master Hui looked troubled and shook his head as well:

"These mass graves are at best mass graves. They are not formal burials. There are no rules to follow. There is nothing I can do about it."

The old man in black robe took a deep look at Mr. Hui to make sure that he was not lying. He frowned slightly, then turned his head and said to the leader of the Demon Sect:

"Can you feel it?"

induction?

Mo Hua's heart moved, and he secretly looked at the demon cultivator leader who was dressed in an evil dragon.

The Demon Sect leader took out a knife, cut his wrist, and filled his palm with blood.

The deeply red blood seemed to tremble in his palms, as if it was being pulled by some mysterious entity.

"Walk."

The Demon Sect leader said in a low and majestic voice.

Then his burly body took the lead and jumped straight into the mass grave.

The others hesitated for a moment and could only follow behind him.

I jumped into the mass grave and looked around, surrounded by the corpses of mine repairmen who were on the verge of death in despair. There was a sense of eeriness that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Fortunately, this mass grave itself was formed by the collapse of a huge mine, so there are still some mountain paths left among the corpses.

Everyone walked along the mountain road into the distance, as if they were walking among a dense sea of ​​corpses.

Mo Hua was always worried that these dead bodies would suddenly riot and engulf them.

But fortunately, these corpses are not like the zombies outside and do not move. They are really just corpses.

But as Mo Hua looked at it, he felt a little weird in his heart.

Logically speaking, after so many monks died tragically, there should be overwhelming anger and resentment.

These dead energy and resentment are intertwined, and over the years, it is impossible for these corpses not to "transform".

But now these corpses are really piled together like this, with no trace of "mutation" at all...

Mo Hua frowned, looked at it carefully again, and suddenly his heart moved.

"These corpses... seem to have been drained?"

"Is there something taking away the death energy and resentment from these corpses?"

Mo Hua's eyes trembled slightly, then he silently retracted his gaze and continued to follow the crowd forward.

After walking for a while, Mo Hua suddenly raised his head and his pupils shrank.

In his spiritual vision, the sky in front of him was a little different. There were countless, fragmented... evil spirits floating in the sky?

No……

These evil spirits are in incomplete "human form", more like some wandering ghosts.

These ghosts are blocking the only way for everyone to pass.

At this moment, the old man in black robe also raised his palm and said: "Stop."

After everyone stopped, the old man in black robe frowned, and then looked at Second Master Hui, "Second Master Hui, the yin energy in front of you is a bit heavy."

Second Master Hui didn't dare to be careless. He took out a jade pendant, bit his finger, and wiped the blood on the jade pendant. Then he saw the jade pendant shining with an eerie green light.

Second Master Hui looked solemn and said in a low voice:

"Something dirty."

Mo Hua felt a little surprised.

"I see……"

None of them, including Mr. Hui, who is proficient in Maoshan Technique, and the senior second elder of the Demon Sect, can "see" these sneaky things with their own eyes, unlike me.

They can only vaguely feel the Yin Qi, and then use some magic weapons to predict it.

Ink painting is actually not afraid of these ghosts.

But he was a little curious in his heart, whether people like Mr. Hui had any way to deal with these ghosts in front of him...

"I don't practice the 'ghost' way..."

The old man in black robe pondered for a moment, then looked at Master Hui, "There should be a way to get rid of ghosts in Maoshan Taoism, right?"

Mr. Hui frowned: "Ghosts are different from zombies. They are intangible things that involve spiritual thoughts and Taoism. Even in Maoshan Taoism, if you are not a disciple with strong innate spiritual consciousness and the talent in this way, there is no way to delve into it."

"I am too stupid to learn this kind of inheritance, but..." Second Master Hui sighed, "I fight upside down every day, but I have learned some simple avoidance techniques for going to the tomb, but it is hard to say whether they are effective.

"

"It's okay," the old man in black robe said, "Second Master Hui, feel free to give it a try."

Second Master Hui said: "This method is called 'Lighting a Human Lamp'."

"Human lamp?"

Second Master Hui nodded, "Normally when we go to the tomb, if we feel that there is something strange in the tomb or that there are ghosts breeding in the tomb, we will capture one or two living people as backup, and use their spiritual consciousness to light lamps and explore the way for us."

The old man in black robe looked at the ink painting, then at Shen Qingsheng, and asked: "What kind of living person is good?"

Second Master Hui said: "You are not old, your blood is clean, your mind is pure, you are talented, you have abundant knowledge, it is best that you have learned some formations..."

"Sneaky likes the spiritual consciousness of these people the most."

Mo Hua was stunned, a little speechless.

Xin Dao, you can just call my name, and I have described so many things...

Believe it or not, they first brought me in just to light a "human lamp".

As expected, the old man in black robe looked at Mo Hua, nodded slightly, and then reached out to grab Shen Qingsheng who was standing beside him:

"Use him to light the lamp."

Second Master Hui was not surprised and simply said: "Okay."

Shen Qingsheng looked horrified.

It’s not...what you describe is not me either...

Mr. Hui took out a golden hoop that looked like a lamp.

Shen Qingsheng screamed: "Stop! Do you know who my father is? You can't do this to me! You..."

Second Master Hui had already strangled his throat and whispered: "If you dare to scream again, I will kill you."

Shen Qingsheng's face was angry, but in the end he was discouraged and did not dare to resist.

Second Master Hui put the golden hoop on Shen Qingsheng's forehead.

The golden hoop was closed and fastened tightly to Shen Qingsheng's Baihui and Shenting's several acupuncture points that communicated with the sea of ​​consciousness.

On top of the golden hoop, there is also a lamp.

Mr. Hui took out a white candle, inserted it into the lamp, and lit it with a dim white fire.

As soon as the fire lit up, the dim light illuminated the way forward.

Shen Qingsheng looked confused, feeling neither pain nor discomfort.

But Mo Hua could see that his consciousness was drawn out by the golden hoop, burning together with the candle, and then scattered around like a cigarette.

Second Master Hui ordered Shen Qingsheng: "You, walk in front."

Shen Qingsheng cursed secretly, but he did not dare to disobey the order. He could only stare at the golden hoop lamp on his head, acting as a "human lamp" and walking in the front.

As expected, the surrounding ghosts gathered around, sucking in the smoke of divine consciousness burned out by Shen Qingsheng's sea of ​​consciousness fire and a human lamp.

After the ghost smoked, he became extremely quiet and would not riot or attack other monks.

Everyone followed Shen Qingsheng and walked through the mountain path full of ghosts. They were not afraid of any evil spirits and were extremely safe.
To be continued...