[R18] Erha and he’s white cat master – “Erha and He’s White Cat Master” Chapter 211 [English]

Chapter 211 Master, let’s enter Jiao Mountain

Abandoning the horse and heading into the mountains, everything was fine on the first day. But on the night of the second day, when everyone was meditating and resting on the spot, something unexpected happened.

A monk went to relieve himself in the dense forest in the middle of the night. After draining the water, he felt his legs were itchy. He looked down and saw a huge poisonous mosquito sitting between his legs, happily drinking blood.The monk killed the insect with one slap, and at the end he said habitually: “Damn it, you dare to bite your grandpa and me.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard strange noises coming from the surrounding trees.The monk was startled and suddenly remembered what Nangong Si in front of the mountain had reminded him. He was so frightened that he didn’t even have time to lift up his trousers, so he ran away and shouted: “Help, Master! Help!”

It turned out that this person was a disciple of Jiangdong Hall who was accompanying Huang Xiaoyue. This loud cry for father and mother was like a huge boulder falling into a deep pool, stirring up a thousand waves. Everyone who had been meditating quietly stood up and saw a Jiangdong Hall monk rushing from a distance in a mess.

This man was naked, shaking his dick, crying and running at the same time.Behind him were at least a hundred small black-skinned snakes, some of which had already wrapped themselves around his legs and feet.

Huang Xiaoyue was shocked: “Disciple?”

Nangong Si said: “Don’t even go there!”

The disciple ran over crying and howling, but more and more snakes climbed on him. He finally stumbled and fell to the ground, wailing: “Master! Master, save me!”

Huang Xiaoyue was about to lend a helping hand, but Nangong Si said: “This snake is transformed from the dragon’s whiskers. If you kill one, it will become two. The more you kill, the more you kill, and you have a strong desire for revenge. If Huang Daozhang is not afraid, just go up and fight.”

When Huang Xiaoyue heard this, she immediately gave up, but she kept saying: “The overall situation is the most important thing, the overall situation is the most important thing.” She watched helplessly as her disciple was swallowed up by the tide of black snakes. The man was writhing and rolling in the tide of snakes, twisting around in pain, and the tide of snakes had completely covered him., turned into a mass of black low hills. This mass of low hills deflated at a speed visible to the naked eye. When the tide dispersed, there was only a pool of blood on the spot, and not even a single bone was left…

As soon as this happened, no one said any more nonsense on the last day of the journey.

Everyone knows that talking too much leads to mistakes.

Xue Zhengyong even put a silencing curse on himself and also on Xue, not for anything else, but because the father and son were usually too quick-tongued. If they muttered “dog thing” in passing, they would become the prey of snakes in the blink of an eye.

Everyone was cautious in their words and deeds, and finally, late at night on the third day, they passed through the Panlong Mountains and arrived at the foot of Jiao Mountain, the hero’s tomb of the Confucian Feng Sect.

The barrier of Jiaoshan Mountain is different from that of Huangshan Mountain. Jiaolong hates deceit, so the barrier is transparent. No blinding techniques are used, and the scenery of the foothills can be clearly seen from the outside.

Jiang Xi looked at the situation in front of him and asked, “Is this the burial place of Confucianism Sect’s heroes from generation to generation?”

The moonlight shone on Nangong Si’s face. He was silent for a while and said, “Not bad.”

Jiao Mountain was transformed into a demonic dragon. After the first head of the Confucian Feng Sect surrendered the dragon, he made a blood contract with it, turning it into a mountain to protect the heroic souls, treasures, ancestral temples and ancestral halls of the Confucian Feng Sect for generations.

Since Nangong Si can remember, he has followed his father here every winter solstice to visit this mountain.When he came here in the past, he could see the endless majestic white marble steps, and the dark city guards who had already stood on both sides of the mountain road were standing guard on both sides of the mountain road.

“Welcome young master.”

Rumbling shouts could still be heard vaguely in the ears, and everyone knelt down. He walked up the mountain road, and at the top of the ancestral temple, he could see his father who was preparing for the sacrifice.

“Mr. Nangong, please don’t worry about the spring and autumn. The war is imminent and we can’t delay it. You’d better open the barrier as soon as possible so that we can enter and slay the demons to defend the way.”

Nangong Si turned his head, and the person speaking was Huang Xiaoyue.

During the heyday of the Confucianism Sect, this kind of person would not dare to fight back even if Nangong Si slapped him a dozen times on a whim for no reason.

Today you can brag and glare at him in front of his ancestral grave and show off your power.

Nangong Si endured it, but he had to endure it.

The molar bite caused pain, but I had to try my best to endure it.

“Stay back a little.” he said, and came to the mountain gate alone.

There stood two tomb gods made of evil spirits, one on the left and one on the right. Their toes alone were as big as a five or six year old child.These two statues have three faces, either kind or angry, holding magic weapons in their hands and bracelets around their arms. But the strange thing is that these statues usually have wide-open eyes, but they have their eyes closed and their brows are furrowed, which makes them look a little weird.

Without blinking, Nangong Si pierced the tip of his finger with an arrow in his sleeve, drew a spell on the evil spirit stone, and then said: “Nangong Si, the seventh generation blood clan member of the Confucian Feng Sect, pays my respects.”

Rumble——

The ground shook.

Some strange people exclaimed: “Open your eyes! That statue!”

Mo Ran stood in the crowd and looked up.

If the situation wasn’t tense, he really wanted to tell that person: It’s not that statue, it’s those two statues.

The two tomb gods, one on the left and one on the right, opened their eyes. Their eyes were amber, with narrow pupils, like the eyes of a snake.

The statue on the left spoke slowly, and the sound was like a loud bell, with a lingering buzz: “Nangong Si, do you remember by heart the seven precepts of Confucianism?”

Nangong Si said: “Being greedy, resentful, cheating, killing, prostitutes, and plunderers are the seven things I, a Confucian gentleman, cannot do.”

Huang Xiaoyue sneered from behind: “What you say is better than what you sing.”

Not only Huang Xiaoyue, many people are saying in their hearts that these seven things not to do are really the biggest irony of today’s Confucianism sect.

The statue on the right then spoke, with a distant voice, as if it came from eternity: “Nangong Si, there is a bright mirror hanging high above, and a vast yellow spring below. Are you walking in the world with a clear conscience?”

“With a clear conscience.”

These two paragraphs are the questions and answers that Nangong Si has written since childhood. No matter who is in the Nangong family, as long as they step into the Tomb of Heroes, they must first go through these two questions and answer these two answers.

The first ancestors of the Confucianism Sect set these two questions in the hope that the descendants of the family would remember the teachings of their ancestors and reflect on themselves when they went up the mountain to worship.

At this moment, Nangong Si couldn’t help but think, when his father came here to worship every winter solstice, when he answered these two questions, did he ever feel the slightest touch or the slightest guilt?

Or really just treat this question and answer as a mechanical key, a talisman to open the barrier of Jiaoshan, nothing more.

The barrier is open.

The two standing stone statues suddenly shook slowly and changed their postures, eventually becoming one kneeling on one knee and one on the right.

“Respectfully invite me, master, to come into the mountain.”

Nangong Si stood for a while with his back to everyone. No one could see the expression on his face, not even Ye Wangxi.

Only Nao Baijin was whimpering in his quiver, and his snow-white claws came out to pick at the edge of the quiver: “Miwu, miwuwu——”

“Come in.”

Nangong Si finally said these three concise words, and then took the lead and stepped into the Jiaoshan Mountain area.

Xue Zhengyong unlocked his silencing spell and asked: “Do I still need to be careful about what I say and do here?”

“No need.” Nangong Si said, “The reason for being cautious about words and deeds is in the area of Panlong Mountains. In fact, it is also to prevent some people with malicious intentions towards Rufeng Sect from entering the mountains. Once here, Jiaolong has determined that the visitor is not an enemy, so he will not worry about his words anymore.”

But even if he said this, many people still felt sad and refused to say anything. They just followed Nangong Si up the mountain in silence.Every three hundred meters along the line, there are two totem stone carvings of the twelve zodiac signs standing on the left and right, first two male and female rats, then two male and female ox, tiger, rabbit… Starting from the hillside, it is the burial place of the heroes of the Confucianism Sect.

These heroes were laid to rest in Jiaoshan Mountain in ascending order according to their lifetime contributions.

The first place they came to was the lowest burial ground.

Here stands an eight-foot-tall piece of white jade, which is full of color and engraved with a person’s name, with four handwritten words “Loyal Soul” on the top.

“I heard that the loyal servants of the Nangong family who died here are buried here.” Xue Meng whispered to Mo Ran, “There is always a thousand.”

He is right. This mountainous area is so densely packed with graves that there is no end in sight.

Shi Mo said worriedly: “What if all these thousands of servants get up? The servants of the Nangong family are all very skilled. I’m afraid they can pester them for a while.”

Xue Meng hurriedly covered He’s mouth: “Shh, you’re crazy, bah bah bah, don’t be a crow -”

Mo Ran said gloomily beside him: “I’m afraid it’s really not a crow’s mouth.”

“Hey, bitch, where are you going?”

Mo Ran ignored Xue Meng and left directly from the large army, walked to a loyal soul tomb, knelt down half-kneeling, and looked carefully.

The Heroes’ Tomb of Confucianism Sect is different from ordinary funerals. There is no tomb to seal the soil. It uses a translucent jade coffin, which is the same as the thick ice surface. Half of the coffin is sunk in the ground, while the coffin surface is directly exposed. Therefore, the burial place looks like a continuous jade belt, exuding crystal brilliance under the moonlight.

This kind of cold jade is similar to the mortuary coffin in the Shuangtian Temple at the top of life and death. It can preserve the body without decay, just like before death.Mo Ran lowered his head and looked at the coffin in front of him. The mass graves were not taken care of too carefully, so there was a thick layer of ash on the surface of the jade coffin. Mo Ran could only vaguely see the outline of the deceased below, and could not see the facial features clearly. The figure seemed to be that of a woman.

He stared at the woman for a while, and then wandered around the coffin again——

he feels something is wrong with this coffin.

But he can’t quite tell what’s wrong.

He looked around, and when no one was paying attention to him, he put his hand on the coffin, closed his eyes, and felt carefully…

Suddenly his palm trembled.

Mo Ran opened his eyes, his face extremely ugly.

There is indeed evil in this coffin, but it is no longer strong. The Zhenlong chess piece is not in it… Could I have thought wrong?

“Mo Ran!” Xue Meng and the others were already walking far away, shouting at him from afar.

Mo Ran whispered to himself: “Right away.”

He rubbed the surface of the coffin inch by inch with his slender hands, wiping away the thick dust accumulated on it, trying to get a clearer look at the face of the woman below without opening the coffin.

He was wiping and wiping, and suddenly he caught a glimpse of a detail from the corner of his eye and stopped suddenly.

he knew something was wrong.

Gathering dust.

This coffin is gathering dust in the wrong way!

In addition to the place he had just wiped, Mo Ran suddenly discovered that there was another place that was free of dust – on the side of the coffin, there were four marks of different lengths. He hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand to compare, and found that it was exactly where a person would climb out, and except for his thumb, the other four fingers would touch it!

Mo Ran’s expression changed with horror. Just when he wanted everyone to stop going up the mountain, he suddenly felt a damp and cold air coming from in front of him.

He raised his head suddenly and unexpectedly came face to face with a corpse-white face.

A woman wearing a shroud squatted behind the tombstone and stared at him faintly.