Divine & Bizarre: Increasing Points to Invincibility-Chapter 65: Chaos Burial Mound! Are human eyes such an inconvenience?_1

Chapter 65: Chapter 65: Chaos Burial Mound! Are human eyes such an inconvenience?_1

It was probably when the sun was setting that the scholar desperately wanted to find a place to stay for the night.

And as he ran...

He discovered a few households not far from the roadside, which filled him with great joy.

Therefore, he thought of asking them if he could stay overnight.

But just as he approached, he was blinded by a sudden gust of wind full of dust. After rubbing his eyes a few times, he was shocked to find that the households had disappeared!

In their place... was Chaos Burial Mound, covered with broken gravestones and mounds of earth!

At that time, he was extremely frightened.

Frightened, he hurriedly ran back. He didn’t know how long he had run, only that he was getting more tired and more confused the more he ran.

Until he ran into a forked path and reached this dilapidated temple.

He thought in his heart... within the temple, the Buddha’s protection should be present.

So, he clenched his teeth and entered.

...

After listening to the scholar relate his experience, Fan Wu had yet to speak when Chen Zhuan smiled and said, "You scholar, are you not afraid that we are not human either? That we too are ghosts?"

The scholar was taken aback, and his face turned pale with fright!

"No... surely not?" His voice trembled as he said, "The... the young scholar believes, believes that you all must not be that kind... that kind of filthy thing, right?"

"Indeed we’re not." Chen Zhuan did not continue to tease him, but said earnestly, "Do you know why you were blinded by the sandstorm?"

The scholar shook his head in confusion.

Chen Zhuan explained, "If what you’re saying is true, then you must have encountered ’ghost deception.’ The blast of sand was what broke the ghost’s deception. If it wasn’t another passing cultivator who assisted you, then it must have been the Earth God who saved you."

"Although I don’t know which Earth God saved you, it would still be best to find an Earth Temple when you get to Yinghe Prefecture and burn some incense as a sincere offering."

"A few sticks of incense won’t cost much, and paying your respects is always a good thing."

"I understand!" declared the scholar earnestly.

Suddenly, Fan Wu said, "Do you still remember how many grave mounds there were at the Chaos Burial Mound you encountered?"

The scholar was startled.

He tried hard to recall and uncertainly replied, "Roughly, quite a few dozen? Possibly over a hundred?"

Hearing this.

Fan Wu slowly stood up.

At that moment.

His tall, strong figure and the overwhelming presence were perfectly displayed in front of the scholar.

Then.

Fan Wu looked down at him, his tone calm yet filled with an undeniable command, "Take me to see it."

"Ah?" The scholar was flustered.

To go...

To see it?

That’s the Chaos Burial Mound!

There might be ghosts there!

"I, I..." The scholar’s mind told him he should refuse, but his mouth was not controlled by his reason, only by an instinct called ’survival instinct’: "I... I will go, I will take you there, brave warrior!"

Because the scholar feared that if he said the word "no," his head might be crushed in an instant.

This implausibly tall warrior in front of him was more frightening than any ghost!

He dared not refuse!

"Taoist Priest, do you want to get rid of those ghosts?" Chen Zhuan had not expected Fan Wu to want to get involved in this matter.

But soon, he realized—why wouldn’t the Taoist Priest want to intervene?

Daoist Fan Wu is the disciple of the Heavenly Master, after all!

Like master, like disciple.

Isn’t that quite normal?

Chen Zhuan was full of admiration as he clasped hands in a salute, "Daoist Fan Wu truly is the disciple of the Heavenly Master. Your chivalrous heart that draws your sword to help those in distress commands my utmost respect! In that case, I will accompany the Taoist Priest to see what kind of ghosts are harming people."

"Xiaoxiao, bring all the equipment!" He then said to his daughter, Chen Xiaoxiao.

"Yes, Father!"

Hearing that they were about to go and exterminate ghosts, Chen Xiaoxiao was not scared at all, instead she nodded excitedly.

She quickly shouldered a large bundle estimated to contain quite a few ghost-warding talismans.

Among the four people present, only the frail scholar looked like he was about to cry without tears!

He had just escaped from the tiger’s maw.

Now...

They wanted him to go back.

He was afraid!

But the oppressive feeling Fan Wu gave him was so intense that he dared not even utter the word "refuse." He could only force his trembling legs to move, taking heavy steps towards the outside of the Buddhist temple.

Outside the temple, the cool breeze swept past, involuntarily causing one to break out in goosebumps.

The scholar proceeded with extreme caution, leading the way in front of everyone else.

He constantly muttered various Confucian teachings and collections of poetry and prose to himself,

Attempting to use this method to bolster his courage.

Fan Wu followed at his side in an unhurried manner, the significant difference in their heights creating a stark contrast.

The scholar occasionally glanced towards Fan Wu.

With every look, he was shocked.

How could someone be so tall?

How could someone be so imposing?

Looking at the size of Fan Wu’s hands, the scholar’s heart trembled with fear. He thought that his own head, in the hands of this strong man, would be like a small ball, right? Easily crushed?

He could almost conjure the horrifying image in his mind, and out of fear, he couldn’t help but shift slightly to the side, putting more distance between himself and Fan Wu.

Soon enough.

The scholar led Fan Wu, Chen Zhuan, and Chen Xiaoxiao to a place. This area was quite desolate, and although there was a path on the ground, it was overgrown with weeds.

It seemed as if no one had passed by for at least one or two months.

Except for the unfortunate scholar.

"This, this place... is where I saw those nearly ’households’ before. Then, I watched with my own eyes as several households turned into... into a Chaos Burial Mound."

The scholar said weakly.

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhuan took out a talisman from somewhere. He held the talisman in front of himself and began muttering incantations under his breath. The talisman flashed a pale light.

After that.

Chen Zhuan looked ahead, his voice serious, "Taoist Priest, what this scholar says seems to be correct. I just checked with a ’Delusion Breaking Talisman’ and found that there’s a heavy concentration of Yin Energy up ahead, and the grievance reaches the sky!"

"Fifty steps away from us, I estimate, is the Chaos Burial Mound he’s talking about. This scholar indeed has a life not meant to end here. Such a dense Yin resentment indicates not just one ghostly entity over there!"

"Hmm, I see it," was Fan Wu’s tepid response.

"...Huh? You see it?" Chen Zhuan was taken aback.

He looked at Fan Wu.

To be honest.

Chen Zhuan had not seen Fan Wu use any method to open the "Heavenly Eye" that could see the falsehoods of ghosts.

But it seemed like he had thought of something and asked in surprise, "Taoist Priest, were you born with Yin-Yang Eyes or have you cultivated your eyes with some technique? It figures, someone as formidable as the old Heavenly Master, being proficient in various techniques would be normal."

"Uh... you two strong men, what are you... talking about?" The scholar beside them was completely baffled.

He found their conversation arcane and incomprehensible.

Chen Zhuan explained, "Unless ghosts willingly reveal their shapes to people, or if they show deep malice towards people... only then can we see them with our ordinary eyes."

"But there are exceptions, such as using the Delusion Breaking Talisman like I do to see ghosts, or being born with Yin-Yang Eyes, which allows one to see ghosts. There are also those who cultivate their eyes with unique methods."

"As I know, many Cultivators in the Imperial Court’s Quin Tian Si have techniques for cultivating their eyes to see through ghosts."

"Oh, also those with extremely weak Yang Qi, or those whose lifespans are nearing their end, or newborn babies... Such people can also see certain filthy things with their ordinary eyes."

"I’m guessing, Daoist Priest Fan, that you either have natural Yin-Yang Eyes or have cultivated your eyes?"

Fan Wu responded candidly, "No."

He posed a soul-searching question, "If ghosts do not wish to be seen, and men cannot see them, what use then are the eyes?"

"Are the eyes of man truly such inconvenient faculties?"

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