Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 715 - 595: Never Fall into Ruin, Mysterious Vault God!

Chapter 715: Chapter 595: Never Fall into Ruin, Mysterious Vault God!

When the Imperial Mausoleum emerged, it was already dusk, and after the people from both Yin and Yang realms had entered the tomb, night quickly descended in the Small Thousand World.

In a densely populated city along the river, red lanterns hung high, and flower boats cruised by.

By the windows, along the balustrades, the warbling of orioles and the chattering of swallows were accompanied by the beauty of flowers and the scent of rouge.

The architecture, clothing, and culture within were in complete synchrony with the outside world.

It seemed as if every change in the Human Dao Torrent of Red County Shenzhou had a branch flowing through this place, constantly revising the appearance of this world within the tomb.

Clearly, someone had planned this before the tomb was sealed, and it was not completely isolated from the world.

The only difference from the outside world was,

that every Brothel or flower boat bore a royal wood plaque with golden seal inscriptions on their facades, representing their status as government-run establishments.

There were no privately-owned Brothels in the Great Qin within this tomb.

Many a youthful girl, clad only in a loincloth, undergarments, and draped in a silk robe, leaned against the window with a smile, waving handkerchiefs at passersby.

"Giggle, giggle, Lord, come play ah!"

"Sir Zhou, why have you only just come? Nu’er has been anxiously waiting for you!"

"....."

With charming appearance and an abundance of fragrances filling the streets, even the most stern-faced passersby were involuntarily drawn inside, determined to sternly criticize such corrupt and depraved behavior.

Criticize it sternly!

"The fragrance, it is truly intoxicating!"

Two monks, exuding bursts of cold ghostly aura all over, stood in front of a building, sniffing the intoxicating scent of flesh repeatedly, barely able to move their feet.

Poor souls, the Yin Department had an iron law: no communication between Yin and Yang without a decree.

Since falling into the Underworld and becoming Ghost People detached from reincarnation, they could hardly remember the last time they saw such vibrant flesh.

Even after cultivating all the way to the Yellow Seal Dharma Body Realm and Military Skill Army Commander Realm, and regaining a Meat Body no different from that of living people, all they experienced were the chilling ghostly airs of the Underworld.

This warm, vibrant, and refreshing fragrance of a girl made them doubt whether they were in a dream rather than Emperor Shi’s great tomb.

"Namo Guardian Corpse Buddha, others at most sacrifice with burnt terracotta soldiers, kill tens of thousands of living people, or contrive something along the lines of ’Heavenly Girl’ offerings.

The ambitions of Emperor Shi are truly remarkable, to have a living population of millions accompany him in burial.

Letting them thrive and reproduce in this Small Thousand World that rivals Immortal Heaven, forming its own cycle.

Wonderful, truly wonderful!"

Ever since they heard Emperor Shi’s royal decree promoting military achievements, their first move was to gather intelligence.

From the mouth of the populace, they learned that this place was also called Great Qin, as if a miniature version of the Great Qin Empire had been moved into the tomb, with districts divided and officials selected, prospering remarkably.

It hadn’t perished after two generations, like the outside world, but continued on to the present.

Through eighteen hundred years, from the beginning to the end, there was only the Great Qin dynasty, almost possessing an everlasting nature!

Over the long years,

the "Qin Law" issued by Emperor Shi had been engraved deep into the bones of every citizen and this Small Thousand World, where a single word from the Dharma Clan could change the color of Heaven and Earth.

One particularly strange aspect was that the population here had always numbered one million; it would neither increase nor decrease. Only when an elderly person died would a newborn be brought into this world.

However, they couldn’t yet afford to investigate the root of this phenomenon.

They say three years in the army makes a sow as beautiful as Diaochan; these two Ghost Monks had not tasted meat for a century.

The anomalies here, and the treasures buried with the dead, held far less allure than the living beauties before them, brimming with charm and grace.

The younger, plumper Monk Zhitong swallowed as he gazed at the white, plump thighs, clutching his rosary beads, he solemnly chanted a Buddha’s name:

"Although we disciples of Buddhism must observe the five precepts of Buddhism, Senior Brother Zhitong,

I feel such pity for these young women lost in the pleasures of the mortal world, not knowing when they will find liberation.

I propose we use this Meat Body of mine to make an offering to these Female Bodhisattvas.

So they can leave the sea of suffering sooner!"

The older, burly, and fierce-looking Monk Zhiyuan also spoke with full compassion, showing care for his junior brother:

"Junior Brother Zhiyuan, let your elder brother handle this.

We’ve lost contact with our Master and fellow disciples, and our realms are suppressed by the ’Qin Law.’ I fear your cultivation is still shallow, and you might not keep control!"

Without waiting for a reply from his junior, he was the first to walk into a rather spacious Brothel, and the junior Zhiyuan, not wanting to lag behind, quickly followed.

Just as the madam, accompanied by several laughing girls, came up to greet them with smiling faces,

"Do the honored monks have any familiar ladies here?"

The monks, who had a moment ago looked so full of pity, suddenly glared fiercely, flashing a sinister smile at her:

"We want them all!"

The burly Monk Zhitong’s bones began to grow explosively, piercing through the flesh to form a massive bone cage, sealing the entrance of the Brothel.

"Ah——!"

The licentious women and patrons inside screamed in unison, desperately retreating.

The seemingly plump and youthful Zhiyuan appeared in a blink in the center of the hall, blocking the backdoor. His flesh abruptly inflated like a ball, completely obstructing the exit.

Weird chanting emerged from deep within their bones and flesh, making it sound to the listeners like the stench of corpses was in their ears, almost inducing vomiting.

Their lineage of Ghost Monks worshipped the Mysterious Vault God and Green Seal Sage, the Guardian Corpse Buddha.

In their clan, the "Magic and Martial Unity" had five levels of achievement: Blood Floating, Meat Vajra, Jin Bodhisattva, Bone Arhat, and Skin Venerable.

They were the most prominent generals under the Underground Master.

This pair of brothers had cultivated the "Bone Arhat Skill," awakening Divine Skills with the "Arhat Aspect," and the "Meat Vajra Method," awakening Divine Skills with the "Vajra Image."