chsdbacks Chapter 32 The Underworld Master and the Altar of Soldiers and Horses
Chapter 32 The Underworld Master and the Altar of Soldiers and Horses
"Is this truly a divine incarnation?"
The White Crane Boy looked at the suddenly empty space in front of him, a rare look of surprise on his face.
Just moments ago, Huang Bai was standing there, but the next instant he vanished into thin air, leaving not a trace of his escape technique. Even with his keen eyesight, he couldn't discern how the other party had left.
"Jinhua Mountain, yellow and white..."
The White Crane Boy murmured the name to himself, a few guesses forming in his mind.
Could it be that he really has a close relationship with Wong Tai Sin?
Could it be someone who came from Huang Chuping's lineage, or even a reincarnation of some deity?
The White Crane Boy's original form was as large as a mountain. Although it had transformed into human form, the divine power emanating from its body had not yet dissipated. Behind it, an even more magnificent Dharma image faintly appeared.
……
On the other side, the lotus form of the Great Black Mother Buddha shattered completely.
This also means that the task entrusted to Huang Bai by the Heavenly Decree has been completed.
The ancient temple remains the same, desolate and dark, as if it will never see the light of day.
Suddenly, the incense table lit up with golden light again, and the Heavenly Decree slowly appeared, its golden light softening the atmosphere of the ancient temple.
Before long, the yellow and white figures re-formed in the temple.
"I'm back."
Huang Bai stretched his shoulders and yawned, looking noticeably more relaxed.
The difficulty this time wasn't actually that high.
Of course, it wasn't because the Great Black Buddha Mother was too weak, but because there were righteous gods in that realm after all.
Huang Bai put his backpack on the table, opened it, and poured out a pile of ancient books and miscellaneous items.
It contains methods for invoking gods through spirit writing, secret manuals for making evil spells such as poison and toad water, and ritual implements such as shackles borrowed from the Ksitigarbha Temple.
Huang Bai picked up the shackles, looked them over, and a satisfied look appeared on his face.
"This stuff is really good."
"It can extend and retract, and it can also lock the ghost's physical body. This is the magic weapon that I have truly obtained."
Of course, besides that, the tokens and talismans left behind by the White Crane Boy were what truly made him envious.
Especially that lightning spell.
With a single strike, it could even cleave through the realm of evil gods.
Huang Bai calmed himself down and opened the book "Dharma Teachings of the Yin Altar God Cultivation Method" left behind by the Great Black Buddha Mother.
"The Altar of Soldiers and Horses, the Dharma Realm of the Altar..."
He slowly looked down, his gaze becoming increasingly serious.
According to Taoist teachings, beings like the Great Black Buddha Mother are actually called "Yin Masters".
The so-called Yin Master is a sorcerer who, after death, does not enter the cycle of reincarnation or ascend to the heavens, but forcibly remains in the mortal realm, sustaining himself through incense offerings, blood sacrifices, and sorcery. If they go further, they may even subdue mountain spirits and monsters to do their bidding.
Those with less means often secretly support their families.
Many of those who come from Northeast China are actually involved in this kind of thing.
Those who are even stronger become the Great Black Buddha Mother, supported by the entire village, and even nurture their own Dharma realm.
This manual explains how to build a "battlefield altar".
To put it bluntly, it's an altar for raising ghosts.
The altar nurtures ghosts and forges soldiers, storing up yin energy in ordinary times, and releasing them to kill enemies when necessary.
Those in the Taoist sect who summon heavenly soldiers, invite heavenly generals, and call upon Yellow Turban warriors belong to the upper altar troops.
The Great Black Buddha Mother's journey belongs to the army of the lower altar, which feeds wandering ghosts, fierce spirits and evil spirits.
Huang Bai continued scrolling down.
"To cultivate this altar, one needs an altar, with soil from the grave buried inside. A talisman for nourishing qi should be affixed to the mouth of the altar. On a daily basis, one should perform rituals to deliver the souls of the deceased, using the yin energy of the souls to nourish the soil."
"Over time, if one can cultivate Yin soil, one can raise ghosts and forge soldiers. The heavier the Yin energy and the more extensive the Yin soil, the more soldiers one can have."
Besides, there are even more sinister shortcuts in this method.
That is, blood sacrifice.
Using the flesh and blood of living people to fertilize the yin soil can quickly form a ghost altar.
The Great Black Buddha Mother went even further, simply using herself as a soldier to refine herself, using the altar to nourish herself, and finally refining herself into the most ferocious ghost in the altar.
Having seen this, Huang Bai finally understood completely.
"I see."
"Besides the military talisman, there are also rituals, soul-crossing techniques, and ghost-raising equipment—the whole set is here."
"This is the real big gain this time."
He closed the book, already having a plan in mind.
The Terrace of Soldiers and Horses is definitely very useful.
It's just that setting it up is a hassle.
The Terrace of the Horses is not just a jar. Outside the terrace, there must be an altar, banners, incense tables, and offerings; a complete set of items is indispensable.
Only by refining the technique to a high level can one shrink the jar and carry it with them.
The true essence of a great school of thought is often revealed here.
A military altar can be used to nurture spirits for hundreds or even thousands of years. The ghost soldiers, ghost generals, and guardians inside are all part of the sect's resources.
A sect of Maoshan's caliber has tens of thousands of soldiers and hundreds of ghost generals, and even elders who, after death, transform into Yin Masters to guard the altar.
Those things cannot be accumulated overnight.
Ordinary independent cultivators fared much worse.
They don't have many followers or any legal foundation. The people they keep in the military camp are mostly just a few mountain spirits and little devils, barely keeping up appearances.
Thinking about this, Huang Bai was no longer in a hurry.
"Anyway, let's get started preparing first."
Those who practice the Dharma will inevitably have a place in the Terrace of Soldiers and Horses sooner or later.
After all, many Taoist priests, once they reach a certain level of strength, will not personally engage in combat unless faced with an exceptionally difficult situation. They will mostly send troops ahead, with protectors clearing the way.
"We can put the Yaksha in first, as a general."
Many of the little devils in the early stages of the game were essentially expendable. If they died, they died; you could just raise another one.
Only those who truly survived the carnage are qualified to slowly refine themselves into great generals of the altar.
Huang Bai read the book of teachings several times to make sure he had memorized everything before putting it on the bookshelf next to him.
The once empty bookshelves are now finally filled with some items.
Ancient books, ritual implements, official documents, shackles...
The ancient temple, which was originally as desolate as a lifeless object, now has some traces of life because of these things.
Huang Bai stood in front of the bookshelf for a while, then smiled gently.
"In the future, the number of scriptures in the heavens and the worlds will only increase."
His path was originally to traverse all realms, encounter various schools of thought, and cultivate all the secret techniques in the world.
That's what makes it interesting.
Huang Bai returned to the incense table, sat cross-legged, and prepared to practice breathing exercises while waiting for the next round of Heavenly Decrees.
"Ideally, there would be a world that truly emphasizes the cultivation of both body and spirit."
The moment the thought crossed his mind, his gaze suddenly stopped.
On the altar, besides the Heavenly Decree, there was something else.
That was a stick of incense.
It is about 1.3 feet long, entirely crimson, with extremely fine flowing light patterns on its body, making it look extraordinary.
Huang Bai reached out and picked up the incense stick, and the corresponding information immediately came to mind.
【Incense to Sever Karma】: After entering the next realm, there are no Heavenly Dao missions. You can return to the ancient temple at any time, and your stay will not exceed three years. Light this incense; when the incense burns out, you can return.
Huang Bai's eyes immediately lit up.
"This stuff is pretty good."
There are no Heavenly Path missions, which means you don't have to fight desperately as soon as you enter.
They can return at any time, and stay for a maximum of three years.
This was practically giving him a world to rest and recuperate.
Three years is enough time to do a lot.
After all, he only stayed in the previous world for half a year.
Huang Bai carefully put away the incense sticks used to sever karmic ties, then sat back down at the incense table, quietly waiting for the Heavenly Decree to light up again.
I don't know how much time passed.
The Heavenly Decree finally shone again, and new characters slowly appeared.
Huang Bai first removed the incense stick that had severed the cause of death, and then the line of text disappeared, leaving only the world name.
"Go to Resident Evil."
Huang Bai stared at these words, momentarily stunned.
"resident Evil?"
"Is this considered a horror world?"
By now, he had pretty much figured out the temperament of the Heavenly Decree. The several realms he had experienced were basically all terrifying worlds.
But Resident Evil... isn't that just a zombie movie?
Huang Bai thought about it carefully, and then felt that there didn't seem to be any problem.
"Too."
"Zombies are still corpses, how can they not be terrifying?"
This kind of world is perfect for trying out the path of the Terracotta Army.
Thinking of this, Huang Bai's mood improved somewhat.
"Perfect, I can use it to practice."
He stood up, put away the incense that severed karma, and took his magic sword with him.
"Let's go."
The Heavenly Decree transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into Huang Bai's left arm.
The next moment, his figure completely disappeared from the ancient temple.
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