731 The Scary Zombies

"I hope this time it can be completely solved," Miao Sanding said.

"I hope so too. I have stayed here long enough, and I am scared." Liu Sifang lit a cigarette.

"Didn't you quit that?" Miao Sanding asked.

"You know me," Liu Sifang said. "Whenever I feel nervous, I want to smoke."

"You don't have to be here with me," Miao Sanding said.

"Don't say that. We are brothers," Liu Sifang replied. "It's just like you said, I hope it can go smoothly so we get rid of the trouble completely. Who do you think is in the tomb. Didn't you say whoever is in there is over 400 years, full of resentment, and strong?"

"Why are you asking me?" Miao Sanding asked "You are the archaeologist."

"I have only been an archaeologist less than half a year, so I don't know," Liu Sifang said. "I am not an expert yet. I haven't seen anything in it, so I can't figure out the identity of the tomb's owner."

"I guess they should go into the shed," Mia Sanding said.

Outside the shed, the other group was looking around.

"Be careful and act according to the plan we negotiated in advance," the older Taoist priest said.

"Yes, Master," a younger priest replied.

"Yes, Uncle," Zhang Siheng said.

"You can rest assured that, as I said before, I will not cause any trouble to you," Wang Yao said. "I will just watch it quietly."

The Taoist priests divided into two groups. One group was to stay on top while the other went inside the grave. Wang Yao stayed behind at the top.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked.

"They went to the grave, but everything should be alright," a young Taoist said.

Wang Yao didn't say anything.

"As a layman you have no idea, yet you want to go into the tomb," the young Taoist said. "Do you mean to cause trouble?"

Behind the tomb, the stone tomb door was still covered with paper. It had already yellowed and looked like it had been burned.

The tomb door was difficult to open from the outside, but it was obvious that it was not the first time the two older priests had encountered such a situation. The skinnier priest pushed the door open after exclaiming, "Open!"

The Taoist priests on Longhu Mountain were not like those depicted on TV. These were real Taoists. They didn't just shake bells and read spells. They worked hard, understood Taoism, and practiced. They inherited a routine passed down for hundreds of years, which could not be imagined by ordinary people. There were very few people like them.

Once the door was open, the two priests when inside. The tomb was very dark. Through the open door, Wang Yao could see the path inside. Unlike the paths outside, which were plain and straight, the inner path meandered downhill.

"I will go down and take a look," Wang Yao said.

The Taoist next to him tried to stop him, but Wang Yao was already beside the door. The priests were shocked. They knew it was trouble but such a matter was out of their expectations.

"Brother?" a young priest asked.

"Don't worry about him," another priest replied. "Don't break the rules."

Wang Yao went to the tomb.

"Hey, how did you get in?" Zhang Siheng asked.

"I came in to take a look," Wang Yao replied. "Relax, I am fine."

He had released some neixi to form a defense around his body like a wall. It was just like the nameless sweeping old man in the novel.

"This is?!" Zhang Siheng was shocked. "It's the most authentic congenital Qi!"

It was no wonder Wang Yao dared to take the initiative to go up the mountain and enter the tomb. Under that Qi protection, he could not be invaded.

The priests continued to move forward. They no longer looked after Wang Yao. They knew he had the ability to handle the situation. The things in the tomb were terrible but could not be close to him. He had an authentic, mysterious skill like the golden body of Buddhism.

The tomb was very cold, like an ice building. After going down about 32 feet, they encountered another door. This tomb was already open. Inside was a statue of the Buddha King Kong, which had been broken. The crack spread out like was like a spider web..

"How did he open these two stone gates?" Wang Yao was very curious.

The stone door was about 4 inches thick. The weight of the statue had to be close to 1,000 pounds. Even the strongest man might not be able to push it open, not to mention intangible ghosts.

"Be careful," Zhang Siheng said.

He was holding a demon sword, and the other was holding a bronze mirror. Both of them were holding a lamp with the unknown burning fuel

A low voice sounded from the grave behind the tomb. "Go."

The group entered the tomb, which was shaped like a semicircle and surrounded by statues. They were the 18 arhats of Buddhism. They were all the size of a real person. The arhats were all cracked. Some of the heads had even dropped onto the floor. There was a stone coffin in the middle that was open.

"Has he risen from the dead?" Wang Yao asked. He looked up at the top of the tomb, which had circular arc-shaped dome with a vulgar sculpture. "With so many King Kong arhats, who is this person?"

A figure suddenly appeared and went straight toward Zhang Siheng, who was holding the demon sword. The weapon emitted a golden light. The figure turned back and flew out.

The old priest took out the bronze mirror. A ray of light shot out, making a loud noise.

Wang Yao, who was behind them, sighed. It was not less thrilling than in movies.

In the cave, the chilly atmosphere was getting heavier. The bells hanging on the two old Taoists' waist kept ringing.

"Over there!" Wang Yao reached out and pointed.

The bronze mirror held by the old Taoist was immediately turned over. A beam of light shot out, illuminating a black shadow.

The figure was that of a Taoist. He wore a robe, but his face was dark and scary. His eyes were red. He was laughing.

The bronze mirror trembled, and the light disappeared.

"Over there!" Wang Yao pointed in a different direction.

A beam of light shot and once again illuminated the Taoist figure. Zhang Siheng rushed over with sword from several feet away. He arrived quickly and cut the figure at once.

With a strange shout, the Taoist figure screamed and escaped again.

"Is that all what you can do?" Wang Yao suddenly punched into the air. The black shadow was blown out and fell heavily on the wall.

The bronze mirror in the hand of the priest was thrown out. It hit the figure, causing the figure to fall to the ground.

Zhang Siheng quickly stepped forward. He penetrated the demon sword into the figure without hesitation, knowing that the being might be a disciple of the mountain.

"This is over, isn't it?" he asked.

There were suddenly more noises. They were coming from the stone coffin.

The three men looked back and around. They saw a man sitting on the stone coffin wearing armor.

"No! He's risen from the dead!" Wang Yao sighed, even though he was not afraid.

Until now, he had never seen such things. He realized that those plots depicted movies and novels were not necessarily deceptive.

The arhats statues on both sides became fragmented one by one. The bells of the two old Taoist were ringing particularly irritatingly, seemingly reminding them to leave.

Zhang Siheng's facial expression changed. "His body is not rotted!"

The bronze mirror flew out and hit the monster. He fell down with a bang, but he slowly sat up again.

What the hell is this? Wang Yao walked a few steps forward and saw its face. The being was like a dry corpse. Its skin was wrinkled and extraordinarily scary.

"Why can it still move?" he asked. It not only moved, but it also stood up to move. "Zombie?"

"Be careful!" Zhang Siheng shouted.

The being suddenly attacked Wang Yao, who was closest to it, with unfathomable speed.