Chapter 12: Testing the Blade

  I and the coffin quickly turned over those already crushed wooden boards, a hole suddenly appeared in front of us, the edges of the hole were very smooth, the bluish-gray stairs extended downward in a spiral shape. We shouted inside, the echo seemed to have gone far away, I guess Pengpeng has reached the bottom once.

  The space on the stairs is very narrow, but the two of us can walk side by side with ease. The surrounding walls are clean and there are no murals or anything like that, it should be just an ordinary corridor. Fortunately, there aren't any endless stairs like in "Blowing Out the Lamp", but it still took a lot of time, and going down using Pong's method is faster.

  Suddenly my foot touched something, and when I shone the flashlight down, it was a skull lying on the steps with a knife stuck in its back. The coffin and I immediately ran downstairs, just around a corner, and an empty space appeared before our eyes, feeling very abrupt. Pengpeng was sitting on the ground rubbing his neck at this time, still wrapped in that cassock.

  "Is everything all right?" I asked.

  "Is everything okay? I didn't even have time to react before it rolled down, and now I'm just coming to. Hopefully nothing's broken."

  "It should be fine, you have the Buddhist robe to protect you, the Buddha is protecting your body. Nothing bad will happen. It's just a scratch on the skin." I looked at Pengpeng and saw that his face, hands, and clothes were all scratched, but fortunately, it was only a superficial wound. After applying a few band-aids, he was revitalized again.

  The coffin said to us at this time: "Have you seen these surroundings? What should have happened."

  I took a closer look and saw that there were many corpses on the ground, but they had all been reduced to skeletons. Although Pongpung's fall had crushed many of them, it was still possible to make out that a large-scale massacre had taken place here. The skeletal remains were wearing cyan-gray monk robes, suggesting that they were a group of monks, and there were also many Buddhist beads scattered on the ground. Could the monk who was facing the wall we saw earlier be the killer? Had he run out and died from his severe injuries? But his kasaya was not damaged at all.

  "Haha, another good thing." Pengpeng's laughter interrupted my thoughts.

  All I saw was that he took out a dagger from a skeleton, which was all black and looked like an ordinary wooden stick in his hand. I took it over and weighed it, and indeed it had some weight to it. He casually inserted it into the wall, up to the hilt. What a sharp dagger! This made me think of Mr. Jin's "X Top Record", not bad, Lord Wei had such a dagger that could turn evil into good fortune, disaster into blessing. Could it really exist in the world?

  Peng Peng had used a great deal of effort to dig it out, and he also admired the sharpness of this treasure.

  "Everyone, give this thing to me too, I really like it." Pengpeng wants it again.

  "Hey, we didn't even fight over the kasaya just now, and now this is yours too? Don't you have any spirit of fair cooperation?" said the coffin with a smile.

  I know he won't grab it either, we just got used to joking around like this between us.

  "Alright, alright, this is the last time, next time I come across something good, I'll definitely let you have it, even if I like it, I won't fight for it." Pengpeng guaranteed while waving the dagger.

  "Brother-in-law, take out your Japanese sword and let me try its hardness."

  I patted the short knife still stuck in my waist, which I bought for 10 yuan when I was at Wutai Mountain. I liked the shape of Japanese knives so much that I bought it as a collection (I am not a pro-Japanese, down with Japanese devils). Just now I understood how vicious this dagger is, and I'm not stupid enough to let him use it to try out his sword.

  "You've seen it on TV, you pull out a strand of hair and put it on top, blow on it to see if it breaks." The coffin beside me helped to ease the tension.

  "Good idea." Pong said, stretching out his hand and pulling down four or five strands of hair from the top of his head.

  "Ah! Why are you pulling my hair, can't you use your own?" The coffin shouted angrily while rubbing its head.

  "You didn't say to pull your own hair! I still want to thank you for being so selfless and dedicating this beautiful hair for me to try my knife, mainly because I don't want to mess up my own hairstyle." After finishing, Pengpeng slowly stroked his own spiritual bald head with his hand.

  Indeed, among the three of us, the coffin's hair is the longest.

  I ignored their scuffle and walked in with my flashlight, there should be a downward passage.

  "How can there be three doors?" Three doors appeared where I shone my flashlight.