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Chapter 311: Maoshan Corpse Refining Technique

"Wow! Junior brother, this, this, this...what is this?"

Jiale curiously lifted up Nintendo's cloak, and when he saw the Yin energy condensed into substance outside his purple skin, he couldn't help but shudder and exclaimed loudly.

Jingjing followed the two of them and luckily got a glimpse of them. It was obvious from their expressions that they were frightened.

"Zombies." Hong Chen said lightly, bending down to pick up the Sanqing Bell on the grass.

He made hand gestures with his left hand and chanted the incantation: "Heaven and earth, three souls and seven spirits, return to the spirit and become an infant. The three souls are on the left, and the seven spirits are on the right. Listen to the command of the gods. It is not clear. No one can see you when you walk, and no one knows when you sit. Hurry and obey the command."

When the spell ended, the Sanqing Bell was raised upwards, and a row of customers immediately raised their arms in unison.

As soon as the Sanqing bell rang, the team jumped forward.

Strictly speaking, this was the most basic operation, but Jiale and Jingjing watched with their eyes wide open.

"Junior Brother Lingchen, you even know this?" Jiale was shocked.

"Junior brother, you...you are too powerful, aren't you?" Jingjing was shocked and scared.

Hong Chen said calmly: "The soul-guiding lamp has been set up, and the Three Purities Bell is also ready. You don't even need mana to recite the spell. As long as the words are clear and correct, it's fine. What's so difficult about it?"

Jiale hadn't studied Taoism seriously for many years, but his body was well-trained. Jingjing was a refugee who had just been brought back by Master Ikkyu, so she was lucky to be able to read.

Therefore, the confused expressions of the two people were exactly the same.

Seeing this scene, Hong Chen secretly sighed, and couldn't help but feel worried for Master Uncle Simu. He also roughly understood why Master Uncle would say that as long as he didn't die, it would be fine.

If he were the master himself, Jiale would probably be able to call them dad and mom by now, right?
Hong Chen flicked the Sanqing Bell with his fingers, and the zombies put down their hands again.

"If you use magic power, then the spell can actually be omitted, or you can say whatever you want."

He shook the Sanqing Bell, and the golden light representing the magic power immediately enveloped the bronze bell. He said casually: "Go back and find a place to stand, otherwise you won't have anything to eat tonight!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the customers rushed into the morgue.

Jia Le, who barely understood a little, couldn't help but gasp, and then hurried to squat in front of Hong Chen, and asked with shining eyes: "Junior brother, how did you do it? Can you teach me?"

"Of course I can teach you, but... I see you don't even have magic power, so you won't be able to learn this way." Hong Chen began to lay bait.

Jingjing: "Junior brother, how can I gain magical power?"

Hong Chen: "Of course it's cultivation! Master Yixiu has a high level of cultivation. If you learn from him, you will definitely have magical powers in one or two years at the latest. Then come to me and I will definitely teach you."

"Ah, it takes that long?"

Jia Le couldn't help but said with a bitter face: "Jingjing, one or two years is still good. I have been with Master for so many years, but I don't even have a trace of magic power." After a pause, he looked at Hong Chen in confusion: "Junior brother, how did you practice it?"

"Read more, practice more, talk less, and sleep less."

"This... I get a headache whenever I read a book, and I also feel really sleepy. What should I do?"

Hong Chen smiled: "That proves that you still need a little extra motivation."

"Oh?" Jiale became interested, "Are you sure it will work for me?"

"Brother, if you believe me, why don't we give it a try?"

"Let's give it a try. If I can develop some magical power, then my master will have no reason to teach me a lesson every day."

Hong Chen: "However, once my method begins, it cannot be stopped, otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted. Brother, are you sure you can really stick to it?"

"Of course, for the sake of mana, I'm willing to do anything except study!"

"very good."

Jingjing interrupted: "Can I join?"

Hong Chen and Jia Le turned to look at her.

She said unconvincedly: "Why, do you look down on girls? Besides, there are three of us together, and I can cook for you every day."

Hong Chen: "No problem."

Jiale: “Great!”

noon.

As soon as the meal was ready, Master Simu came back.

Judging from his unhappy expression, it was obvious that he lost the hair-pulling match with Master Ikkyu.

Master Ikkyu followed behind him, still maintaining a kind smile on his face.

As soon as he arrived, he said to Hong Chen: "Amitabha, good afternoon, young Taoist priest, I will take a rest."

"Hello, Master Ikkyu, I am Lingchen."

Ikkiu smiled and said, "Sime told me that you are an amazing child and you will have a bright future."

"Thank you for the compliment, Master. I hope to live up to your expectations in the future."

The two of them clearly didn't say anything taboo, but Simu's face was filled with displeasure, as if he saw his girlfriend being hit on by someone else, and he slammed the table in jealousy.

"Alright! Are you going to eat or not? If not, go back immediately!"

Master Ikkyu immediately sat down on the stool.

There were only vegetarian dishes on the table, which did not quite suit Hong Chen's eating habits. He had never eaten like this when he was in Shaolin Temple.

Holding the bowl of rice and chewing a few bites of vegetables, he suddenly found that the table seemed to be shaking.

When he looked up, he saw that Master Ikkyu and Uncle Simu, who were sitting opposite each other, had red faces, and it was obvious that they were competing with each other secretly.

In order to have a good meal, Hong Chen took the initiative to find a topic.

"Brother, there are a lot of water flowing nearby?"

Jiale buried his head in his food and stammered, "Yes, there are many rivers nearby, as well as many ponds and small lakes." "Take me to see them when you have time?"

"Hurrah!"

Jingjing: "I want to go too."

"Go, go, let's go together."

After finishing a bowl of rice, Hong Chen put down his bowl and chopsticks, "Uncle Master, I'm full!"

The four of them glared at Ikkiu, and they both put away their legs that were pinned together under the table.

Simu threw a bunch of keys to Hong Chen: "Huh... go to my room by yourself. My collection of books is all in there. You can read whatever you want."

"Thank you, uncle!"

Master Yixiu suddenly said: "Lingchen, I have a lot of books here too, you..."

Simu immediately said, "Come on, my nephew only reads the classics of the Maoshan Sect, so you should keep those Buddhist scriptures for your own burial!"

Master Yixiu was not angry, but smiled and said: "Who said that a monk like me cannot have books from Maoshan? Lingchen, I have a wide range of interests. When I traveled around the world, I also collected a lot of Taoist books from Maoshan Sect that were lost outside. If you want to read them, you can always come to find me next door."

Hong Chen did not answer immediately, but looked at Uncle Simu.

If his uncle directly expresses opposition, then he will... go and watch secretly!
However, Master Simu just snorted and lowered his head to eat.

Hong Chen understood and agreed with a smile: "Thank you, Master."

"You're welcome. Come over more often when you have time. I love chatting with young people the most."

Four eyes sneered: "Pervert!"

Hong Chen did not get involved in their argument, turned around and walked into Master Simu's bedroom.

Unlike what you might imagine, the layout and furnishings in the bedroom are very clean and tidy.

There was a bamboo couch, a desk, an altar, and the rest were rows of locked cabinets, which contained, in addition to books, a number of drawn talismans, medicinal herbs, and so on.

Of course, there is also the big golden sword that left a deep impression on Hong Chen.

Hong Chen first burned incense to the ancestor, and then began to look for the book.

He saw many books that he had wanted to read before but Uncle Jiu thought were not suitable for him. He memorized the names and locations of these books in his mind. After a while, he finally found what he urgently needed.

"The Maoshan Corpse Refining Technique".

He took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the bamboo couch, where he quickly immersed himself in it.

In the afternoon, Simu learned that Jiale had done a thorough cleaning for Master Ikkyu's house next door, so he asked Jiale to clean his own house which was already clean.

While working, Master Simu thoughtfully put a soundproofing sheet on the bedroom door.

Therefore, Hong Chen did not break away from the numerous books until dusk.

Just as Uncle Simu said before, the corpse refining school has disappeared, so there are very few related classics. If you want to get more information, you can only search for relevant records in other books.

Although the number of words is not large, it is enough for Hong Chen.

It is true: true transmission can be conveyed in one sentence; false transmission requires thousands of books.

After closing the book, Hong Chen sat quietly for more than half an hour. After sorting out everything in his mind, he stood up.

When I opened the door, I saw Master Simu moved the rattan chair directly to the door and lay on the chair like a door god.

Jiale was so tired that he fell asleep on the chair on the other side.

"Uncle Master."

The four eyes opened and they immediately stood up: "You are out, what did you get?"

Hong Chen smiled and nodded: "It went smoothly. At least I think it's enough."

"That's good!" Uncle Simu smiled and patted his shoulder. "Let's eat first. I asked Jiale to cook a fish for you."

"Thank you, uncle."

After finishing his meal, Hong Chen said, "Master, I think now is a good time. I'll take it out and try it out first."

"Okay, do you want me to go with you?"

"No need. Even if there is a problem, I can handle it. Uncle Shi has been very busy recently. Go to bed early."

"Hehe, good, you still know how to care for your uncle, unlike that brat who sleeps like a pig."

"Brother is also tired."

When he arrived at the morgue, Hong Chen first lit a stick of incense for the customers, and then left with Nintendo.

In the night, a small figure, accompanied by a jumping zombie covered in a black cloak, and the crisp sound of copper coins colliding could be heard from time to time in the air. The scene and atmosphere were extremely weird.

Taoist Simu leaned against the window and watched quietly, his face full of anticipation.

Next door, Jingjing retreated behind Master Ikkyu in fear.

"Master, it's so late, why is Junior Brother Lingchen still taking that zombie out? I saw the zombie's face during the day, it was scary!"

Master Yixiu turned the rosary in his hand and said thoughtfully: "I guess he wants to refine the corpse. What did the zombie you saw during the day look like?"

Jingjing frowned and recalled: "Hmm... the skin was blue and purple. Although the eyes were closed, it still made me feel very scared. And... the zombie seemed to have black gas coming out of it."

"Oh?"

Master Yixiu thought for a while, then his frown slowly calmed down, and he said with emotion: "Amazing! The young are really to be feared." He glanced at the neighbor next door and said: "Alas, Maoshan is indeed the backbone of Taoism. With such a disciple, its luck is still prosperous."

(End of this chapter)