Chapter 55: Shi Dao Ren
"This pressure... is a fairy master! No, no, even if it's a fairy master, there shouldn't be such a terrifying aura......" A thread of fear crept into Hu Shuo's heart. He wanted to turn back, but found that his body seemed to have stopped listening to him, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch."
Ding Yan walked in from outside the door with slow steps.
The mighty pressure of the Immortal, unreservedly released.
In the midst of nothingness, a thread of transparent aura escaped from the surrounding bandits' minds and converged into Ding Yan's palm. His five fingers closed in, crushing that wisp of aura. Fragmented images flashed through Ding Yan's mind. Soul Searching Technique!
"Ancestral home?" Ding Yan's eyes flashed.
Through the Soul Searching Technique, Ding Yan had already learned about everything that happened before, including the things inside the mysterious ancestral house. In Hu Shuo's memory, the thing inside the ancestral house should be an ancient map, a map that might be a treasure map.
In order to collect these ancient maps, it seems that many big shots have entered the mortal world. Many countries around us are also searching for this kind of ancient map. Hu Shuo and others are just one of them.
"Y...who are you?!" Gou Er stuttered.
Among the crowd, he was the only one who saw Ding Yan's face clearly. Because from the moment he was kicked away by Hu Xuan, he had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead. After Ding Yan walked in and momentarily ignored his existence, he gained the strength to speak up.
Ding Yan didn't respond to him, but instead looked up at the old man outside the ancestral hall.
"My name is Ding Yan, an extraordinary junior brother."
The old man nodded "I know."
"Do you know me?" Ding Yan was surprised.
The old man should never have left the mortal world. A mortal who has never left the mortal world says he knows himself, which can't help but make Ding Yan feel surprised.
"It's not that I know you, but that I knew you were coming. Follow me inside, and you'll understand." The old man shook his head, then turned around and walked towards the inner room.
Ding Yan was silent for a moment, and it turned out that the old man's last sentence "Follow me" was not directed at Hu Shuo, but at his own future self.
"In that case, I'll go take a look." Ding Yan decided.
He came here to see Mo Fei's relatives, and it was also a kind of nostalgia for the memories of the past. He only showed up because he met Hu Shuo and his gang.
Crossing the threshold and then thinking of walking into the ancestral hall.
In the instant when Ding Yan walked by, a gray aura appeared on the bodies of Hu Shuo and others, gradually spreading out to cover their entire body, with the color of their skin changing at a visible speed...
"Oh no, my hand!!"
"What's going on? My legs can't move!"
"There's a monster!"
"I don't want to die..."
Petrification technique, with Ding Yan's means, dealing with ordinary people like Hu Shuo, doesn't even need a seal, just a thought and it's done.
"Young man, sigh..." The old man seemed to sense the commotion outside, stopped in his tracks, turned around, wanting to say something, but ultimately just sighed and turned back around, heading towards the inner room.
Ding Yan followed silently, walking slowly with the old man towards that mysterious ancestral hall.
As for Hu Shuo and the others, through the Soul Searching Technique, Ding Yan clearly knew that these people had at least ten lives in their hands. Like Hu Shuo, he didn't know how many evil things he had done, so from the very beginning, Ding Yan never intended to let them off.
For this kind of person, absolutely no mercy is allowed!
......
The ancestral house is a forbidden place in Mojia Village, and no one knows what's inside except for the village head.
After passing through the door, Ding Yan only discovered that behind the door was a narrow and long corridor. Both sides were stone walls made of bluestone, cold to the touch. Every ten or so paces, there was an embedded glowing stone. The cost of glowing stones was extremely low, even ordinary commoners could afford them, unlike night pearls.
"We're here."
After about the time it takes to have a cup of tea, the old man finally stopped.
This is a simple stone room, the stone room is filled with all kinds of miscellaneous items, in the corner, there is a tatami mat, it seems to be the old man's resting place. Looking up, around the stone wall, four relief portraits are carved.
The content of the picture is very simple, an old Taoist sitting under a Bodhi tree in quiet meditation. However, upon closer inspection, there are some differences.
The Taoist in the first carving looks very happy. The Taoist in the second carving appears to be angry. The Taoist in the third carving has a sorrowful expression. The Taoist in the fourth carving shows a delighted expression.
Joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure!
Four carvings represent four kinds of emotions!
Ding Yan walked over and looked at the Taoist in the carved pattern.
The Taoist's attire is extremely simple, wearing a Taoist robe, with long whiskers and hair, sitting under the Bodhi tree, as if enlightened, as if in a trance.
Ding Yan observed for a moment, and after seeing the Taoist's appearance clearly, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.
"How could it be him!"
The Taoist in the stone carving was none other than the resurrected stone man that Ding Yan had seen not long ago in Taiyin Mountain!
An old man searching for something among the miscellaneous items heard the sound and raised his head, asking in doubt "Do you know Shi Dao Ren?"
"Shi Dao Ren?" Ding Yan asked.
As for this mysterious stone road person, Ding Yan's doubts grew more and more.
"This person's name has long been forgotten, and only some remaining ancient books refer to him as Shi Dao Ren. I only know these things because they were passed down from my ancestors." The old man bowed his head again to search for something.
Ding Yan was silent.
A faint purple glow flashed between the two. Carefully scanning the stone wall, trying to remember the content of the moment. Intuition told himself that these stone carvings must have other meanings. However, after Ding Yan withdrew his gaze and recalled it again, he found that his mind was blank, and he didn't remember anything about the stone carvings.
"As expected, something's off." Ding Yan's eyes flashed.
With a wave of his sleeve, he took out a piece of jade.
A wisp of spiritual imprint was separated and merged into the jade, after which another wisp of yuan force was separated and merged into the stone carvings.
After coming into contact with the yuan force, the carvings on the wall emitted a dazzling light. A strange emotion sprouted in Ding Yan's heart, seemingly joyful, yet sorrowful and angry at the same time. However, this feeling lasted for an extremely short period of time. By the time Ding Yan came back to his senses, that feeling had completely disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.
Lowering his head to look at the jade stone in his hand, he found that the color of the jade stone had turned into a deep brown. His immortal sense probed inside and discovered that a miniature space had formed within it.
Inside the space, four paintings are floating. These are the Four Emotions on the wall: joy, anger, sorrow and pleasure.
"Could it be that this is also a kind of Taoist technique?" Duan carefully examined the jade stone in his hand, pondering.
At this time.
"Found it!" The old man took out a brocade box from the pile of miscellaneous items.
Carefully wiping away the dust from the brocade box, then taking out an ancient map from the bottom of the box and spreading it out with a flourish.
Looking around, I found at the end of the ancient map, a row of small characters were clearly written.
"In the evening of August 8th, a Taoist immortal with the surname Ding descended into the village, resolving a difficulty. Afterwards, people can take this box as a gift..."
