The Origin of 1477 Remains a Mystery

end, he successfully buried that wooden box made of peach wood, and then wrote me a letter saying it was done.But the situation now, the box played its part. Mu Wanchen's previous attacks were not in...The walls are a cold, gray color, mottled and distant.

There was no light, only the grayish-white moonlight filtering through the black fog, coating the walls.

My gaze was fixed on the several stiff corpses ahead of me. On the back of each one, a beast with glowing crimson eyes lay motionless. It was perched right at the base of their necks, and I was terrified it might suddenly leap onto my face.

At the back, Jiang Qiyun and Bai Wu Chang were standing there, which calmed my pounding heart a little.

This kind of eerie place looks like a cursed trap. How could there be conditions to preserve corpses

Although our Mu family started out by dredging for sand, we wouldn't dare to go into a demon's lair...

"Master..." The mourner suddenly turned his head ninety degrees, stiffly. I took a step back in fright.

"We're here," he pointed to a dark gaping door ahead.

I hurried forward, and behind the mist, there was indeed a single-story house. The windows, doors, and doorknobs were all modern.

Two doorknobs were wrapped with several coils of chains. I glanced at the corpse watcher, who remained impassive, standing silently beside me.

My brother gave me a nudge and whispered, "Don't look at that. Such lowly demons don't deserve to keep the key; it must be on 'the Master'."

He spoke as he pulled a cylindrical object from the bottom of his backpack. Upon closer inspection, it was a leather cosmetic bag!

"What is this" I exclaimed, my eyes widening.

"Dinner's ready," my brother grinned, twisting open the storage box.

Inside there are screwdriver hooks iron wire drills files...

As the chairman of the board, don't you have any shame Is this how you make a living

My brother started putting on his gloves and got ready to pick the lock. The way he looked at it, breaking and entering and lock-picking seemed quite interesting to him.

The chain on the door had a faint evil aura. I got closer, and faintly felt that there was something on the chain!

I grabbed my brother's backpack with one hand, and with the other, I quickly pulled out a thunder charm. Just as I was about to slap it onto the chain, a bat-like creature suddenly appeared on the chain, lunging at me with its sharp teeth!

If it were a ghost, perhaps I wouldn't be afraid. I could just slap this talisman right on it. But a demon... I am truly terrified.

Ghosts and spirits, after all, are nothing but illusions.

While the zombie demons are truly real malevolent creatures, I cannot match their power with my magic nor their strength with my physical prowess.

Within the Shangqing sect, the only method for subduing demons, exorcising evil, and purifying impurities is Lei Fa.

The talisman I drew was also corresponding to the thunder magic, but at this moment I was startled, and the incantation I had prepared to silently recite was interrupted.

"Mu Xia Qiao." Jiang Qiyun uttered my name coldly from behind me.

I suddenly turned back. Jiang Qiyun's eyes were slightly closed, and he said faintly: "…The heart feels the spirit, but the spirit does not respond; the feeling without intention is as if it were intentional... What are you afraid of"

I swallowed hard, yeah, what am I afraid of Although my cultivation time is short, I was personally taught by Jiang Qiyun, the great divine being. I shouldn't shrink back from little demons and monsters!

When the heart is sincere, the spirit does not respond. When the heart is insincere, its response matches its intentions.

But without worldly desires, with a sincere heart, ignorant and unknowing, completely unified as one.

The Divine Mansion of the Azure Heavens, the Grand General of Thunderbolts. Condensing Qi, Nine Suns become script.

The Shangling thunder will, the Xia She soldier. None without hiding, none without obeying.

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Muttering to oneself, while tracing talismans with one's fingers, the left hand grasps the Chenwen script and draws upon the energy of Xun.

In many sects, the Xun position is an important one, being a gathering place for spirits. To deal with such small demons and goblins, wouldn't summoning one of the twenty-one generals be enough...

I'm a bit unsure, I doubt I can do it.

Suddenly, with a loud "bang," the little monster creature that was lying on the chain instantly turned into dust!

"Oh my god, Xiao Qiao, what did you do!" My brother was close by and jumped in fright.

“I… I…” I couldn’t help but look back at Jiang Qiyun.

The art of summoning lightning (Leifa) is a very important part of Daoist practices, regardless of the specific school or lineage. All schools and lineages place great emphasis on the cultivation of Leifa.

Furthermore, Lei Fa is not easily taught. It is generally only passed down to direct disciples, and not easily given to lay disciples, etc. Especially, it is almost never taught to female disciples.

For some reason, very few female disciples were able to learn Lei Fa.

Perhaps it's due to incompatibility by nature, or perhaps because women practicing the Thunderclap Technique would bear the losses.

Even among the Shen family's disciples, female disciples could learn spells for subduing demons, exorcising ghosts, and purifying evil—except for the Thunder Spell, which was not taught.

This seems to have been the rule for thousands of years, but Jiang Qiyun taught me spells, almost all of them were thunder spells.

He wasn't worried at all about any losses he might incur, nor did he worry whether or not I could summon the gods of Raijin.

But I have repeatedly succeeded with lightning magic, perhaps the gods of thunder are giving Face to Emperor Beitaidi, and opened another side to take care of me.

"Cough... I didn't do anything, you can go unlock it." I adjusted my expression and secretly let out a breath.

My brother opens locks like a master craftsman. I suspect that Grandpa must have passed down some secret techniques for lockpicking, burglary, and free running to him.

Of course, the fingerprint lock on the anti-theft door wouldn't work for my brother now, but this antique, honest lock, like a magic cube in his hand, clicked back into place in seconds.

"Got it." My brother unlocked the door and pushed it open eagerly.

—— What kind of lousy door is this! It looks so big, but when you push it open, it's only one meter and seven centimeters high, and it's especially narrow!

I looked back and saw that besides me and Chen Ruoneng, everyone else had to stoop to squeeze in.

My brother is 1.8 meters tall, Jiang Qiyun is even taller, Bai Wu Chang... including the height of his hat, he's probably taller than Yao Ming.

"Come on, come on! What's the point of being afraid of some holes and pits" My brother was eager to go in.

The mystery of this zombie has haunted us for a long time. I was also very curious about what was inside, so I quickly walked in front of my brother——

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What place is this!

The skylight opened directly above, with a hazy light shining down, like a spotlight illuminating the coffin in the room.

The surroundings were empty, cold and desolate, the air thick with a chilling stillness.

My brother cat-walked in, pulling out a cold flashlight and sweeping it around. This vast house was so big that it seemed to stretch endlessly before him, the flashlight beam swallowed up by the darkness at a distance.

Nearby, there were some cold iron beds and iron implements.

This looks a lot like a hospital morgue, and… an autopsy room...

I rubbed my goosebumps, turned my head back to the small door outside, and saw Bai Wuchang swaying through it. He even grumbled that the door was too small—does a door's size really matter to him As long as the "door" is open, this immortal can come through anyway.

Jiang Qiyun slightly bowed, stepping in sideways. He remained graceful and composed, showing no sign of being disheveled.

"Oh my, this place is so out of touch with the times! It's neither ancient nor modern... The Demon Lord hasn't appeared in the world for eight hundred years, right How could he create something like this" Bai Wu Chang frowned, looking at Jiang Qiyun with confusion.

Jiang Qiyun was also a little confused, drooping her sleeves and walking towards the coffin ahead.

That wasn't an ordinary coffin, but the kind of cabinet museums use to display mummies.

It is said that the temperature and humidity in the museum are strictly controlled, this place obviously doesn't meet those conditions, but the coffin is so eye-catching, placed in the most brightly lit part of the entire funeral home.

It seems like she's bathing in the moonlight, or perhaps...

One might always reach out to touch those shimmering lights.

“Qiyún...” I whispered, reminding him not to get too close.

Jiang Qiyun raised his hand slightly, facing away from me, halting my words. He walked to a spot not far from the coffin, pausing at the edge of darkness and shadow. In a low voice, he said: "...This, it seems... is a child..."o see a pair of hands adorned with numerous ornaments clasped together and hanging down. The figure was petite and graceful.Only the stark white chin and lips were visible.Is it you again who's behind...