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Yin Yang Demon Suppression
The entrance featured a sloped staircase, and it was strange why it was designed this way. Could it be that tour groups frequently visit? Heh heh.
Undoubtedly, the ancient tomb without any electrical equipment was quite dim, making it hard to see anything at all, creating a very oppressive atmosphere. They had come in a hurry without preparing torches, but this did not pose a problem for these individuals.
“Golden Fire Flourishes, Jiao Lian Yuan Shen; Internal Protection Form, External Demon Spirit; Transforming Fire Phoenix, guide the light; Urgent Order!” Old Ma threw out a talisman that ignited, transforming into a bird the size of a palm. It flew calmly ahead of everyone, illuminating the path.
“Old Ma, what Daoist Arts is this? It looks so much like the Fire Bell Spell,” Joan remarked. She was quite familiar with the Fire Bell Spell since it was the only technique she knew. The incantation Old Ma had just recited was almost identical to hers except for the last two lines.
“That’s my own derivation from the Fire Bell Spell. This idea actually came from Senior Brother Ye,” Old Ma explained.
“My master?” Joan scratched her head and then her eyes lit up. Right, when she first met Ye Mingshang, he had played around with the Fire Bell Spell in many ways.
“Yes, I’ve also had the fortune of seeing Senior Brother Ye cast spells. He often uses techniques that are similar yet somewhat different from traditional Daoist Arts, which has greatly inspired me. However, my talent is limited; over the years I have only modified a few simple spells. This Fire Bright Technique is one of them,” Old Ma elaborated carefully.
Initially, everyone remained highly vigilant in case of any unexpected events. However, they managed to enter the tomb quite smoothly and easily.
“Eh? This is actually an imperial tomb?” Upon entering the tomb, Old Ma exclaimed in surprise.
“An imperial tomb?”
“Exactly. Based on this scale, it should be an imperial tomb. However, the layout seems a bit different,” Old Ma frowned.
“What’s different about it?”
“It’s not good; we’ve only just arrived at the entrance. Let’s move further in; perhaps we can find some clues.”
“Alright, we’re here to rescue someone. Whether it’s an imperial tomb or not has nothing to do with us,” Ye Mingshang coldly interrupted their conversation and took the lead in moving forward.
Ahead was a wide corridor, spacious enough for seven or eight people to walk side by side, almost like a welcoming path for visitors. One would wonder if a tomb could be designed this way without fearing restless sleep.
Soon, at the end of the corridor, two tomb chambers appeared on either side, both open for viewing without any obstructions.
"I suspect this is really a scene from an adventure game; it feels more like a tourist attraction," Joan couldn't help but comment.
"Who would go to such lengths to create something like this in the deep mountains? Is it just for their own amusement?" Ye Mingshang tapped Joan on the head.
Rubbing her head, Joan said with a whimper, "Which of those two rooms should we go into? We aren't splitting up, are we?"
"Amitabha! Master Ye, do you sense anything?"
"It's strange; both sides have a response. And they feel exactly the same, showing no signs of divergence," Ye Mingshang frowned.
"Could it be that they've discovered us and tampered with things?" Old Ma suggested his theory.
"Impossible. The marks I left are colorless and odorless, without any sensation. They can't be sensed with magic either. Even if they know I left marks, they can't remove them. Moreover, these two auras are identical to what I left behind, as if I had marked both places myself," Ye Mingshang said, frowning while stroking his chin.
"Perhaps they have some means we don't know about. Didn't they come to the village to capture people without us sensing anything before?" Dunkong remarked.
"Maybe. But what should we do now? Are we really going to split up?"
"How about we choose one room to check first? If it's not right, we can choose the other."
"Though it might waste some time, it's safer this way. Let's proceed with that plan for now."
In the end, for safety's sake, everyone decided to act together. Since there was no significant difference in choosing either side, they casually entered the left tomb chamber.
It was still dark, as the tomb chamber was large and Old Ma's Fire Bright Technique could only illuminate a small area, leaving the overall view unclear.
“Amitabha! Leave it to Poor Monk,” Dunkong said, bringing his hands together and reciting a series of obscure Sanskrit verses. His hands shimmered with dazzling golden light. He then raised his hands above his head, and waves of golden light flew out from his palms, coalescing into a glowing sphere the size of a watermelon that floated above everyone's heads.
The golden light radiated, instantly illuminating the entire tomb chamber.
“What... what is going on?” As the tomb chamber lit up, brilliant beams of light flickered. It was not Dunkong's Buddhist light but rather the radiant glow emitted by heaps of gold and silver treasures!
“Ah! So many treasures!”
“How much could we sell this for?!”
Dunkong was a monk, unlike those worldly monks; he was a genuine High Monk who remained unmoved by these riches. However, not everyone shared his disdain for wealth.
Seeing the gold and silver scattered on the ground like trash, Joan and Old Ma's eyes lit up as they prepared to rush in and loot it all but were caught by Ye Mingshang. Initially, they intended to break free, but Ye Mingshang's grip was too strong, causing their wrists to ache and making it impossible to escape. However, the pain did bring them back to their senses.
“Don't go over there; it must be a trap!” Although Ye Mingshang also liked money, he wasn't in need of it and could maintain his composure in any situation. Naturally, he wouldn't fall for such an obvious trap.
“Stay away from those treasures; let's look for an exit.”
The tomb chamber was quite spacious, measuring over a thousand square feet. Although it was filled with many treasures, there were still plenty of empty spaces. After all, how much treasure could even a royal treasury hold?
The group spread out to avoid the treasures and searched around, but after circling back, they found no exit. At first, they thought there might be some hidden doors or mechanisms. However, after searching for some time, they found no clues at all.
“Maybe there’s no exit here; it's just a place for storing treasures. Let's check over there,” Joan suggested.
“Looks like we have no choice but to do that.”
But just as a few of them were preparing to go out and make further plans, the exit suddenly disappeared!
"What on earth is going on?!" Joan couldn't help but curse.
"Boom!" Suddenly, a loud noise erupted, and the gold and silver treasures that had been scattered on the ground began to move, gathering together. It seemed they were about to form something extraordinary.
"Roar!" After a few breaths, the previously scattered treasures had combined into a large snake! Its body shone with golden light, exuding an extraordinary aura. A pair of gem-sized eyes sparkled, and there were horn-like protrusions on its head, resembling a crown. Silver lines adorned its golden body, adding an air of mystery.
At this moment, the brilliantly shining large snake let out a roar that resembled both a snake and a dragon.
"What is this thing?!"
"It looks like a viper that is about to transform into a dragon, but it has formed its body from gold and silver treasures. Should I be impressed by its wealth or its unique method?"
"The dragon race is mysterious and powerful; I've seen many dragon-shaped puppets. However, I've never seen one like this before. I wonder how it was achieved?!"
"Amitabha! Regardless of how unique the method is, we must first subdue this large snake," Dunkong proclaimed as he chanted a Buddhist mantra and charged forward.
"Roar!" The Golden Serpent hissed, sounding like both a snake and a dragon. Its eyes flashed with treasure light as it opened its mouth wide to bite at Dunkong, attempting to swallow him whole.
"Amitabha! Poor Monk will give you a taste of Transmutation!" Dunkong clasped his hands together and then struck down on the Golden Serpent's head with one palm.
With a loud bang, this seemingly mismatched confrontation saw Dunkong gain the upper hand as he knocked the Golden Serpent down with overwhelming force.
Ye Mingshang was not surprised by any of this; he had great confidence in Dunkong's strength and knew that this monk, who appeared to be an otherworldly expert with compassion for all beings, was actually quite violent and ruthless when dealing with demons and evil spirits.
However, Joan and Old Ma, witnessing Dunkong's first strike, were left with their mouths agape. They knew Dunkong's magical power was certainly not weak and could even rival Ye Mingshang's. But that was merely powerful magic; they wouldn't have been so astonished if he had defeated the large snake using spells. Yet this monk had actually taken on the golden and jeweled serpent in direct combat and crushed it down!
The power of this physical body is truly terrifying; they all suspect that this monk could even engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Flying General, Nie Jin.
"Roar!" Although struck down by Dunkong with a single palm, the golden serpent formed by Jin Yu looks incredibly powerful and defensively formidable. How could it be so easily defeated?!
Letting out a furious roar like a snake's hiss, Dragon Roar, the serpent arched its body and then charged at Dunkong like a spear.
Dunkong, however, showed no concern for the ferocity of the serpent. With a resounding chant of a Buddhist mantra, he assumed the stance of a monk. Clenching his right fist tightly, he prepared to strike as the serpent approached. When he threw his punch, it sounded like thunder, and without any surprise, he sent the serpent's head flying.
But was it really that simple? As the serpent's head flew off, the golden tail shimmering with silver light came rushing in.
"Heart!" Old Ma couldn't help but exclaim.
Yet Dunkong remained calm and composed, displaying Vajra-like Majesty without a hint of panic.
"?????????????, ????????????????????????????, ????, ????????, ????????······" A segment of Sanskrit echoed as Dunkong's body emitted dazzling golden light, showing no reaction whatsoever. He simply maintained his hands in a prayer position while reciting the scripture.
With a loud bang, that thick serpent tail struck Dunkong's body with tremendous force. Just when everyone was worried, they discovered that Dunkong's body showed no signs of damage and hadn't moved an inch.
Seeing this scene, Joan narrowed her eyes and then smiled. "I didn't expect this old Fellow's indestructible golden body to have reached such a level; it's truly terrifying..."
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