Chapter 1070: Your Name is Recorded in the Ghost Record
The earth veins, the gap between yin and yang.
Jiang Yi looked at the huge and noisy group of monsters and ghosts in front of him, and listened to Zhen's introduction of each of the strange-looking ghosts.
In his hands he held a dark scroll.
The materials of the scrolls and the pages inside are all rare and precious treasures, and the bark of ancient trees that grow from the veins of the earth is the largest material.
The rules of life and death, many powers and forces are condensed and refined.
In this vein where hundreds of ghosts return, under the voice of blessing, the golden light, and the darkness before his eyes, Jiang Yi slowly spread out the scroll.
Ahead, all the ghosts are silent.
"I have a humble name, the God of Hope and Miracles, the Dragon King of the Heavenly Treasures, the Master of the Wonderful Leaves of Bodhi, the True Man Taiyi..."
Jiang Yi chanted his own name, each name making the ghosts hold their breath.
The divine aura that rose from the rising sun and moon in the east, like a long river hanging in the sky, circulated around the sky, suppressing the noise of all the dead souls with one person.
God’s might is like the sea; God’s might is like the sky.
Unpredictable and unthinkable.
All ordinary people can do is to be in awe.
"At this moment...you can call me Yama!"
As the scroll unfolded, darkness spread, and countless blue-black ancient seal characters rose and fell, emitting a faint light.
The sound of wind blowing through the pages of a book brings with it the sound of the river of oblivion flowing past.
The blood-red flowers on the other shore are in bloom, like a white jade bridge that crosses the numerous dark red torii gates and crosses over the underworld. Two figures wearing Nuo masks overlook the ghosts.
The gap between yin and yang seemed to become vast and boundless in the blink of an eye. In the distance, a pale sea of bones was rolling. Evil generals and evil spirits opened their eyes, and there seemed to be eighteen blood moons hanging high in the sky.
The red flames turned into lamps, and the singing voices were faint in the wind and snow.
What a grand scene! The ghosts of monsters, big and small, stared at it in silence.
"Yan Luo?" They chewed on these two words silently.
"This volume is the Hundred Ghosts Record. Those who write down their true names can transcend the suffering of reincarnation in the earth veins and the difficulty of the elemental cycle. They can return to the world of the living and see... the ten directions of heaven and earth."
The dark scroll was glowing with the light of immortals and the radiance of gods. The edges of the blank pages had delicate patterns on them, like talismans.
The pages of the book are "stacked one after another", which can record the ancient books, paintings and texts integrated into one, but presented separately.
They are scattered and piled up, resembling dragon scales.
There is a flow of energy running through it, like a crawling yin dragon.
These are the magical treasures of the immortals: "Book of Dragon Scales", "Book of the Underworld" and "Record of a Hundred Ghosts".
Although they already knew that God had given them the option of having a chance to stay in the world of the living if they wrote down their real names, facing this scene, many demons and monsters had to reconsider.
This shouldn’t be a trap!
The other party has the support of the Eightfold Son of God, Le Zhai, and even His Majesty the God.
"As long as I write down my real name, I can stay in the world of the living?"
A courageous monster asked.
"We don't have a physical body, and the magic power in us is not enough to possess a human being."
Jiang Yi replied: "I have prepared a paper human body that is large enough to carry your memories for you to walk in the world of the living. However, when you walk in the world of the living, you must follow the rules and not act recklessly and disrupt the lives of ordinary people."
"Please read the detailed precepts!"
He waved his hand, and lines of words appeared, floating in front of the many ghosts of monsters.
Many monsters are illiterate, so they can only ask the monster next to them for translation and whisper to each other.
Strangely enough, here, they had to return to the earth veins, and their dissipated forms were actually stabilized by a force.
Proves that the god before them does have the possibility to keep them in the world of the living.
"Will the precepts change in the future?"
If a monster asks you something, don't change your mind every day.
"Like human laws, they will evolve with the times! But they will be made public. These rules are to maintain the stability of yin and yang, and the order of the two worlds... rights and responsibilities are equal."
Jiang Yi responded.
The monsters looked at the responsibility above and it seemed that it was not unacceptable.
"What about the paper figures we possess?"
"What if we want to take back the earth veins in the future and regret it?"
The monsters asked all kinds of questions.
Jiang Yi was well prepared to answer all the questions.
"You travelers between the Yin and Yang, I have cleared the passages between the mortal world and part of the earth veins..."
After answering for a while, he asked.
"Who comes first?"
The ghosts of the monsters looked at each other.
"Since you are all hesitant, then... it seems that I have won the chance to return to the mortal world!" Holding a jar of wine, a monster with a human-shaped weasel head, wearing a kimono and looking like a samurai, walked out.
"Lord Kamai." A monster called out.
This is a big monster.
One Hundred Demons - "Kamaitachi".
"Please! Just pass through the pages of your choice, and the pages will record your silent real name, your true appearance, and your story. One day, it will become a storybook known to everyone in the world." Jiang Yi stretched out his hand.
"You're welcome!" Kamai casually passed through a blank page of a book. A dark blue ancient seal script appeared on it, writing down the real name. Lines outlined the true form of the monster, and words recorded the life in his memory.
Kamai checked his body and found no other changes except for a talisman with his name on it.
At this time, a white monster, walking on four legs, with a big tail and a look of auspicious clouds on its body, walked out slowly.
The big monster "Bai Ze".
Many monsters looked at that figure.
Watching the other person walk through a page of a book, leaving behind his real name, true appearance and life, and walk in front of His Majesty the God.
"Then you two... please get on the underworld train and choose your yang body." Jiang Yi welcomed them with a smile.
Behind him, there were suddenly ghost lights and monsters roaring.
The endless darkness was connected to the earth veins, and at this moment there came a terrifying whistle sound like a cat's cry or a baby's cry. The green light pierced through the darkness with black vertical pupils.
They were a pair of huge cat's eyes, yellow and green, cunning yet contradictoryly honest.
The long hair burned with raging flames, illuminating a large area of the earth.
At the same time it brought a lot of wind and rain.
Hundred Ghosts - "Train", according to legend, the chariot of fire that sends sinners to hell. During the process of transporting corpses at funerals, it will cause a strong storm, open the coffin and take away the bodies of the deceased.
If a person has done many bad things in his life and his sins are unforgivable, the train will tear his body into pieces and hang it on tree branches, stones, etc. as a warning to the living.
Now, it is nothing more than a ghost train sailing on the earth veins.
Behind it was towing one dark blue carriage after another. The carriages were made of mechanical technology, with a total of ninety-nine sections. All of them looked like coffins, with lamps with dark blue and blue flames hanging on them.
The entire train is changing between reality and illusion. They are the crystallization of memory, made of both real and virtual dream materials.
Under each carriage, there is a huge wheel surrounded by flames, which carries and moves the carriages together with the "train".
Hundreds of ghosts - take turns to enter the Tao.
The wheel enters the Tao, and there is a ghost face in the middle, shining with a rock-like light that can turn people to stone.
Cats understand yin and yang. They use the souls of many dead stray cats to create the cat demon train, and use many abandoned truck wheels to give them life and create the Wheel of Entry.
The cat demon opened its mouth, revealing its fangs and its throat reaching straight into the carriage.
On those carriages, rows of paper figures were hanging and swaying slightly under the illumination of the blue ghost lights.
The long chariot, as long as a dragon or snake, left behind a road of flames burning in hell and gradually going out, and stopped in front of the many ghosts of monsters.
"Interesting!" Kamai held up the wine jug, walked towards the train, and directly picked up the first paper man he saw.
Bai Ze followed behind and picked up the second paper man.
After being possessed, the paper figures automatically change into their appearances.
A spooky aura emanated from the paper figure, and it felt like soaking in a hot spring filled with yang energy.
"I'm coming too!" In the back, many monsters and ghosts could not wait any longer.
They rushed forward one by one, carrying all the monsters and ghosts with them, fearing that it was too late.
After all, these ninety-nine carriages seemed unable to accommodate all the ghosts, and besides, the big monsters were already on board, so what did they have to worry about?
A "Nue" floating in the air, with a pointed mouth like a monkey, a raccoon body, tiger claws, and a snake tail.
The face is like a dog and a cow, the upper limbs are thin and long without fingers, and the mountain goby wearing clothes is called "Yougu Xiang".
The "Laughing Girl" has long hair parted in the middle, a large moss-colored face, blushed face, a short stature, and wears a loose kimono.
The "Dafangzu" is tall and huge, standing out from the crowd. He wears a round hat and smiles like a monk.
A monster with big eyes, long black hair and bird feathers, called "Gun Hair Long".
A white mask and a huge costume with a ghost face painted on it that covers the body, making the person look like an old woman, with bird claws as feet.
The "bone umbrella" is a god-like object that looks like a bamboo oil-paper umbrella with big eyes.
A "Crow Tengu" with wings and a beak, dressed in a kimono.
There are also a big red octopus, a frog, a cat, a raccoon, a black fox, a kappa...
A walking lantern with eyes; a mysterious monster with a pointed mouth and a white cloak, holding a Kagura bell.
The image of an old man with long white eyebrows and a black bump on his head is called "Noderabo"; the ghost girl wears a conical hat, with transparent gauze hanging down and long white hair, and walks by like a lady.
They are as furry as a ball, in a large group, jumping around and making crackling sounds.
All kinds of things, strange and bizarre... countless ghosts of monsters rushed into the pages of "One Hundred Demons Record", bringing up countless blue-black ancient seals and numerous outlined rune images.
Countless words flow, and the weight of memories and stories brings boundless power.
Hundreds of ghosts rushed out from the pages of the book and rushed towards the train, looking for their paper figures and seats.
The space that was thought to be limited seemed to become huge at this moment. It could accommodate monsters of any shape or size. No matter how many were squeezed in, it seemed that there was enough space and it was very spacious.
You can make monsters move around! You can even have a party right on the carriage.
Because on the carriage there are indeed paintings filled with delicious food and fine wine. When you touch them, they become real and you can taste them.
"Delicious, delicious! This is the finest wine from five hundred years later!"
"Don't grab it! Don't grab it! Don't let His Majesty the God laugh at you!"
The ghosts of many monsters were fighting and playing, and they were extremely surprised, and once again admired Jiang Yi's magical powers.
What were you hesitating about before?
This is not hell!
The dark wind with flowing light was rushing forward.
The wind that had obscured the bright moon over Ming Shen Island the moment before, in a short time, all blew into the underworld train.
The farewell ceremony for Yae Shinko was indeed in vain.
In front of Jiang Yi, the seemingly endless pages of the "Record of One Hundred Ghosts" already recorded the real names, forms, and stories of countless ghosts...
In front of him, there was a fox that looked like an old man with cyan eyes.
"You Le Zhai!" Jiang Yi looked at the monster.
"Wow, this is incredible! There are so many of the paper figurines that are so precious to me!" Youlezhai shook his head, "I wanted to give way to everyone. It seems that there is still room for me on this train to and from the world of the living."
"Your Majesty, I will..."
"It would be disrespectful to refuse!"
Youlezhai enters a blank page.
Since everyone stayed, he naturally chose to stay as well. Moreover, because of the train built by the gods, it was not impossible for everyone to return to the earth veins.
"Kamai, Shirazawa, Arisai...you can manage the train from now on..." Jiang Yi turned around, looked at the underworld train carrying the phantoms of the past, and arranged people to manage it.
The temperaments of the many monsters are not so easy to restrain, and chaos will not occur easily if they are managed by big monsters.
"Okay, okay!" You Lezhai agreed readily.
"Don't worry, we will abide by the rules!" Kamai said with a smile, "God, please come and have a drink with us."
Jiang Yi had no objection and they talked about things while drinking.
The "Record of One Hundred Ghosts" spread out in his hand turned into a scroll again. It was extremely heavy and carried a force that soared into the sky.
Records the true names of demons and ghosts in the ten directions of heaven and earth...
Enough to one day rival the "Scroll of the Sky" that records the long winds and flowing clouds in the northern sky.
It has supreme power.
……
shrine.
