Asking About Longevity Chapter 481

Chapter 481 Necrology

Mo Hua sneaked out of the Ten Thousand Corpses Altar.

 Before leaving, he checked carefully again to make sure that he had not left any traces and would not be discovered by Lu Chengyun or Zhang Quan...

 The little zombie is lying in the coffin.

 The big tiger is also well hidden in the hall.

There are no traces of the Ten Thousand Corpses Array, the golden altar, or the bronze coffin.

Mo Hua felt relieved, then he concealed himself and left quietly.

On the second day, Mo Hua acted as if nothing was wrong. He followed Lu Chengyun and entered the altar of ten thousand corpses to finish the formation of ten thousand corpses.

After entering the altar, Mo Hua looked at his words and found that Lu Chengyun was as usual and didn't find anything. He was secretly relieved.

Lu Chengyun is the head of the family, busy with worldly affairs and troubled by many things.

He also had to secretly build the Ten Thousand Corpse Formation, control the progress of the formation, schedule the corpse repairs, and personally draw the Lingshu Evil Formation.

 It is indeed very busy.

 And these days, he has been busy with his own affairs and no longer cares much about ink painting.

 The person Mo Hua seemed to be missing from his eyes.

 Sometimes Mo Hua would talk to him, but he would be lost in thought and ignore him.

Mo Hua was a little unhappy on the surface and felt slighted, but he was secretly happy in his heart.

He wished that Lu Chengyun didn't care about him...

 Apart from Lu Chengyun, it was Zhang Quan.

 Zhang Quan hates himself.

 But he is a formation blind, does not understand formations, and his spiritual awareness is not strong.

 Very easy to fool.

 The ink painting was invisible beside him, and he couldn't even notice it.

Not to mention the formations, the ink painting was done right in front of him, and the formations were drawn wrongly and messily, and the paintings were messy, scattered, and full of mistakes...

Even if he directly drew a completely different formation, he might not be able to see the clues based on Zhang Quan's formation "achievement".

Mo Hua shook his head slightly.

 Sure enough, you need to read more and learn more about Taoism.

 Otherwise, you will be treated like a fool and you won't even know...

 Since he was not discovered, Mo Hua was relieved.

 In the next few days, Mo Hua focused his attention on the corpse cultivator in the corpse mine.

He wanted to know what kind of corpse was sealed in the bronze coffin.

 But he is a layman and has insufficient knowledge of corpse refining, making it difficult to judge.

 You can only start from the “experts”.

These corpse cultivators are obviously "experts".

Mo Hua made a little plan and stole some secrets of corpse refining from several corpse cultivators.

For example: "Basic Corpse Refining Method", "Corpse Blood Technique", "Detailed Explanation of Corpse Refining", "Introduction to Corpse Refining", "Tiangong Opening Corpse", "Corpse Sect Origin", "Corpse Theory"...

 There are various categories, including exercises, general introductions, miscellaneous essays, historical records, and anecdotes...

 Ink painting is an eye-opener.

It's just corpse refining, but these corpse cultivators can actually develop so many methods.

 The world of cultivation is indeed vast and complex.

Mo Hua started reading these corpse books when he had time.

 But within a few days of reading, I felt physically and mentally unwell.

The book is **** and evil, and the accompanying illustrations are also cruel and ugly, making people sick to see it.

 Ink painting is a little helpless.

“Refining corpses is definitely not something that normal people would learn…”

“Who among normal monks would be interested in corpse refining?”

Mo Hua couldn't help but shake his head.

 But he could only endure his nausea and continue reading.

 It's just that he has read a lot, but still has a partial understanding of it. He is confused about many things and cannot understand many things.

“It seems that I am refining corpses and have no talent...”

The ink painting is a little calm and a little lucky.

He took a rough look at these books and no longer forced himself to study them. Instead, he wrote down some of his questions and prepared to find a corpse cultivator to "consult" them.

This corpse cultivator needs to be more honest, more obedient, and more stupid.

 Otherwise it would be difficult to talk to him.

Mo Hua was among the corpse repairmen in the corpse mine. After "looking" for a few days, he suddenly found an acquaintance.

Lu Ming is a young and mean-looking member of the Lu family.

 The expression in the ink painting moves slightly.

Lu Ming…

It was the Lu family monk who entered the Lu family mine to lead the way for Mo Hua when he first traced the five missing mine repairmen. He encountered the miserable corpses and vomited to the ground. He was "terrorized" by Mo Hua and revealed some Lu family secrets. —Lu Ming.

Lu Ming no longer looked as arrogant as before.

His face is the same as that of other corpse cultivators. He is as pale as paper, his expression is ashen, lifeless, and he doesn't speak much. He does everything others tell him, like a living zombie.

Mo Hua observed Lu Ming for several days.

I found that he seemed to have just arrived, he was considered a newcomer here, and he was a corpse cultivator at the bottom.

 Learn to refine corpses every day, do chores, and do things according to orders.

 At night, he "lyed" on the bed, his expression dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Lu Ming is quite easy to talk to.

Mo Hua had asked him several questions before.

 After nightfall, Mo Hua went out in secret, went to Lu Ming's stone room, and looked at him silently.

 The stone room was quiet, with no one around.

Lu Ming was lying on the bed, his expression numb, and suddenly became twisted and painful. He held his head in his hands, curled up on the bed, and murmured:

 “…Why are you so unlucky?”

“It turned out to be a corpse refining... I'm done...”

 “I will never be able to get a wife in this life…”

He felt painful and regretful for a while, then beat the wall hard and complained:

 “It's all that kid's fault!”

 “It's all his fault!”

 “Blame him…”

 “Why do you blame me?” Mo Hua asked aloud.

In the silent stone room, a voice suddenly sounded, strange and childish.

Lu Minghun was scared to death.

He hurriedly fluttered a few times, sat up in a panic, and saw a small figure gradually appearing on the chair by the wall.

"ah-"

Lu Ming was halfway through shouting, and quickly covered his mouth with both hands.

His scream stopped abruptly and was not noticed by other corpse cultivators.

Mo Hua picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a cup of tea, smelled the taste, and found that although it was inferior tea, it had no smell of blood or fishy smell. It was serious tea, so he took a sip and pursed his lips. , and asked Lu Ming:

 “Why do you blame me?”

This voice is crisp and familiar.

Lu Ming had just recovered from his shock. He looked carefully and recognized the ink painting, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

 It's a human being, an “acquaintance”, not a ghost, nor a corpse.

Lu Ming leaned against the wall and took a few deep breaths.

Lu Ming was a little surprised to see the ink paintings, but not surprised.

 He had seen ink paintings in the corpse mine before.

 The formation masters who come and go, as long as they have real talents and knowledge, will be attracted by the Lu family.

 Ink painting is no exception.

But he still didn't expect that Mo Hua's status could be so high. He could enter the corpse mine without refining corpses, and he would be treated very well. He could even chat and laugh with the head of the Lu family.

 Even many elders of the Lu family do not receive this treatment.

 Just for some reason, I want to enter his room without anyone noticing.

Lu Ming wanted to ask, but didn't dare.

The monk who was appreciated by his family was appreciated. Even if he was young, he was not his former little Lu family disciple. Now a small corpse of the corpse can be questioned.

He also didn't dare not answer Mo Hua's questions.

Lu Ming hesitated for a moment, then muttered:

 “If it weren't for you...I wouldn't be...sent in...”

Mo Hua took a sip of tea, nodded, and understood.

 At the mine, Lu Ming told him some things about the Lu family. Although he later reported this matter to the head of the Lu family, his behavior was still considered lax.

 So he was punished and sent to a corpse mine, and became a corpse cultivator.

Lu Ming is not a very good person, but he is not too bad either.

He probably wouldn't be able to accept corpse refining, but he couldn't help himself and had to accept it.

 So I feel numb all day long, like a zombie. Only when I am alone at night can I dare to vent some emotions.

Mo Hua thought for a while and suddenly asked:

 “How are you doing in corpse refining?”

Lu Ming was stunned for a moment. He didn't know why Mo Hua asked this, but he still reluctantly answered:

"generally…"

 “Have you ever refined a corpse?”

"Not yet... I just followed other corpse cultivators and learned some knowledge of corpse refining..."

Mo Hua's eyes brightened slightly, “How did you learn?”

"good…"

 Lu Ming hesitated.

Mo Hua took out a small piece of paper, coughed, and said seriously:

 “Then I'll give you a test.”

Lu Ming was stunned, "Why?"

Mo Hua frowned and said, "Let me test you to see if you are motivated. If you study well, I will give you a nice word in front of the head of the family so that I can promote you in the future."

Mo Hua was talking nonsense.

Lu Ming was a little confused by the deception, but still asked:

"Why?"

Mo Hua clicked his tongue, "You and I have gotten to know each other. It's because of me that you entered the mine and became a corpse cultivator..."

“It's okay if I don't know about this matter. Now that I know it, I naturally have to find a way to benefit you and make up for it.”

"oh…"

Lu Ming thinks it makes sense, but it doesn't seem to make sense.

Meeting by chance, for no reason, would you like to say a few nice words for yourself?

Lu Ming is still a little confused.

He wanted to ask "why", but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Mo Hua.

Mo Hua had a small face and said aggressively:

 “Let me ask you, where does all this nonsense come from?”

Lu Ming was forced by the momentum of the ink painting and felt a little guilty, so he nodded slowly.

Mo Hua then read the small note.

What was recorded on the small note was some "knowledge" of corpse refining that he didn't understand, such as:

 “How are the grades of zombies divided?”

 “What is the relationship between quality and rank?”

 “What types of zombies are there? What abilities do they have?”

etc…

Lu Ming didn't know what was going on and answered honestly:

“The grades of zombies are divided into grades and grades.”

“'Rank' refers to the first, second, third and fourth grades, which are equivalent to the monk's Qi refining, foundation building, and golden elixir..."

“'Level' is the level of zombies, divided into 'gold', 'silver', 'bronze', 'iron' and the walking zombies at the bottom...”

“There are distinctions and correlations between the grades and levels of zombies, but they are independent of each other.”

“Similar to other categories such as monsters and beasts, the strength of zombies is based on 'quality'.”

“First-grade walking corpses, second-grade walking corpses, third-grade walking corpses…all have the strength corresponding to the initial level of the great realm.”

 “As the walking zombies go up, they become iron zombies. After that, the abilities of the zombies will change qualitatively with each level.”

“The flesh body is harder, the corpse poison is stronger, and there are some special corpse path abilities…”

Mo Hua was still a little confused and didn't quite understand, so he said seriously:

“Give me an example and briefly explain the relationship between zombie products and levels.”

Lu Ming seemed to be being taught a lesson, his heart tightened, he thought for a long time, and then he said:

“The grade of zombies is based on 'grade', and the level is determined by 'grade'…”

“First-level zombies generally only have two levels, walking zombies and iron zombies…”

“First-grade walking zombies are ordinary Qi-refining zombies.”

“A first-grade iron corpse, according to its higher cultivation level, should be at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining, but because of its copper head and iron arms, it is enough to rival some early-stage foundation-building monks.”

“Second-grade zombies, the lowest one is a walking zombie, usually an iron corpse is made, but the highest one can make a copper corpse…”

“The second-grade walking corpse is about the same strength as the first-grade iron corpse. However, due to the rotten skin and flesh, it will suffer more in actual combat.”

“The second-grade iron corpse is very strong, equivalent to the middle stage of foundation building, and can sweep away the first-grade iron corpse in the early stage of foundation building.”

“And the second-grade bronze corpse has strong corpse energy and a body like copper and iron, which is equivalent to the late stage of foundation building and is very powerful.”

 The ink painting suddenly dawned.

 He previously thought that the Iron Corpses were all the same and had the ability to build foundations.

 But the iron corpses are also divided into categories.

 A first-grade iron corpse is only comparable to a foundation.

 The second-grade iron corpse is in the middle stage of foundation building, and is stronger than the monks in the early stage of foundation building.

From this point of view, the iron corpses in the corpse mine cannot be generalized.

 The two tall iron corpses guarding the door should be second-grade iron corpses.

 The rest of the iron corpses are a mixture of first and second grade.

The overall strength of Lu Chengyun's zombies is much more powerful than Mo Hua imagined...

Mo Hua frowned.

 He glanced at Lu Ming and said, "Continue talking."

Lu Ming nodded, "The other ones are the third grade, but none of us can refine it, so some records are not very detailed..."

“Third-grade zombies, the lowest is a walking zombie, and the highest can be made into a golden corpse.”

“Level 4 or above, the lowest walking zombie, it is said that it is possible to make a real flying zombie...”

Lu Ming carefully explained the ink painting.

 You can generally understand the ink painting.

 All zombies are based on "quality".

 The zombies produced are all walking zombies at the lower limit, but the upper limit is different.

 The higher the "grade", the higher the "level" of the upper limit.

 The upper limit of the first grade is an iron corpse, the upper limit of the second grade is a bronze corpse, and the upper limit of the third grade is a gold corpse...

 The method of refining corpses in the corpse mine was obtained from the Zhang family and has been passed down for hundreds of years. Even if there are some discrepancies, they should be pretty much the same.

What kind of corpse is that in the bronze coffin?

 Comparable to the bronze corpse in the later stage of foundation building?

That's it in the middle stage of foundation building. In the late stage of foundation building, even if a zombie of this strength is refined, Lu Chengyun can't suppress it.

This is not consistent with Mo Hua's previous speculation.

“Is there any special corpse?” Mo Hua asked again.

 Mo Hua remembers that it was mentioned in "The Origin of the Corpse Sect" and "The Theory of Corpses" that some zombies with special functions are also divided into "grades", but they are not within the usual "class" level.

"some."

 Lu Ming nodded and said seriously:

“There are some special zombies with special functions that are not classified according to their strength, so they are not classified according to 'gold, silver, copper and iron'.”

“For example, a puppet corpse is a puppet of flesh and blood. It is not a human being and does not count as a corpse. It is just a puppet similar to wood and stone.”

 “There are still puppet corpses…”

“Take a person into a doll, retaining the appearance, skin, and body, and soak it in the spiritual water of flowers and plants. There will be no rancid smell, and the skin will be cold, but as soft as life.”

 “Many monks will spend a lot of money to buy it.”

 “And the corpses of the warriors…”

 “Kill people and turn them into zombies like pottery figurines.”

“This type of zombie is generally used for burials.”

 “Not only the demonic path, but also the righteous path was used in the past.”

“Ten thousand years ago, some heads of large righteous families, large sects or supreme elders would 'give' some close monks to die after their death, and then refine them into figurine corpses for burial.”

“It's just that this kind of thing is not very humane. Over the past ten thousand years, it has been gradually abolished by the Taoist court..."

Mo Hua frowned as he listened.

 A corpse like a human doll?

 The corpses of the figurines used for burial?

If a monk becomes a pervert, he is really a pervert...

 (End of this chapter)

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