Asking About Longevity Chapter 489

Chapter 489 Covering the sky with one hand

 “Not bad!” Lu Chengyun nodded.

 Zhang Quan's face was filled with anger.

Lu Chengyun glanced at Zhang Quan lightly, "What do you want?"

 Zhang Quan suppressed his anger, his eyes were full of ambition, and he said coldly:

 “What else?”

“The corpse king is dormant and the walking corpses are mining. Isn't it the same as letting the evil sword collect dust?”

"When the Corpse King is born, he should naturally command the corpses to be invincible and dominate the state boundaries!"

“With the Corpse King, there are so many iron corpses, and there are so many walking corpses.”

“Which force in the entire Xiaohuang state boundary, no, even in several adjacent state boundaries, can be our opponent?”

 “As far as the zombie army can reach, corpses are everywhere.”

 “Anyone who disobeys will be devoured to death!”

“Effortlessly, we first occupy Nanyue City, then dominate the border of Xiaohuang State step by step, and then gradually encroach on the border of the adjacent second-level state...”

“We refine corpses and kill people, and then kill people and refine corpses!”

 “It goes round and round, over and over again, and continues to grow in power!”

 “This way, we can establish a powerful Demon Sect of the Corpse Path, with a glorious ancestral lineage and a unique world.”

“At that time, you and I were the founders of the corpse sect, and we were just the heads of the clan. Why should we care about it?”

As if thinking of this vision, Zhang Quan's face turned red, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked excited.

Lu Chengyun was unmoved. Instead, he sneered and said with a sneer:

"Innocent!"

 Zhang Quan's face darkened and he looked at Lu Chengyun with an unkind look.

Lu Chengyun didn't care, but said coldly:

“Although you, the Zhang family, have some background in passing down the Corpse Way from generation to generation, you are still a small clan, passing it down from generation to generation alone, with only a few people, so your vision is limited and your structure is small..."

“Dominate the state boundaries, establish a sect, and establish a demon sect?” Lu Chengyun looked sarcastic, “Do you think this is playing house?”

“How can a second-grade corpse king and dozens of iron corpses be called hegemons?”

 “Do you think Daoting is a vegetarian?”

“The Dao court has unified the nine states, and some giants of the demonic path that have been passed down for thousands of years know how to lurk and plan secretly, but dare not come forward. With our little family resources, what state can we occupy and what kind of hegemony can we claim with these first- and second-level zombies?”

 “Is it worthy?”

 Zhang Quan's face turned blue and red for a while.

Lu Chengyun shook his head and sighed:

"You only know how to refine corpses, but you know very little about this world of cultivation. You are far from understanding the power of Daoting."

"We act in secret, build a corpse mine, and raise some walking corpses. If we don't show up, the Taoist court may not take care of it."

“Even if you want to take care of it, you may not be willing to pay the price and fight to the death with us.”

“But if you make a big show of it, under the guise of inheriting the corpse path and establishing the Demon Sect, you will be violating a taboo of the Taoist court!”

“Daoting will kill us at all costs!”

“Once the news is leaked, within three days, hundreds of foundation-building Taoist soldiers will be armed with silver spears and gold armor, and they will fight directly to the door in a mighty formation.”

“I will connect you and me with all the walking corpses and iron corpses in this corpse mine, kill them all, crush their bones and scatter them into ashes!”

“Not to mention one corpse king, even ten of them are useless!”

"It's just the Corpse King, not a big monster, a big corpse, or a big ghost. This is a catastrophe that only happens once in a thousand years. Why do you and I dare to touch the Taoist court's bad luck and violate the Taoist court's taboos?"

 “Are you stupid, or do you think you have a long life?”

Lu Chengyun's tone was not polite at all.

 Zhang Quan could not say a word. He was filled with anger and said angrily:

 “But it can't be... just mining...”

Lu Chengyun's eyes darkened, “So your layout is too small.”

 Zhang Quan was startled.

Lu Chengyun sneered, "What's wrong with mining?"

 “What is mining in exchange for?”

 “It's a spiritual stone!”

“In this world, who doesn't want spiritual stones? Who would think there are too many spiritual stones? Without spiritual stones, how can one cultivate immortality or pursue the path?”

 Zhang Quan frowned, thoughtfully.

Lu Chengyun looked at him indifferently and said:

"This monk from Nanyue City, while alive, mines for my Lu family. Even if he dies and becomes a zombie, he will still mine for my Lu family!"

"Life or death, you are all enslaved by my Lu family!"

　　　"Dig by the living during the day, and by the dead at night."

"This mine will always produce output, and our Lu family will have an endless supply of spiritual stones!"

 “Spiritual stone is the foundation!”

"With these spiritual stones, we can bribe the Tao Ting Si and various forces, raise them as 'pig', raise them to be greedy, raise them to be stupid, raise them to the point where their desires are hard to satisfy, and raise them to the point where we can only rely on our Lu family to raise them." They are really running amok in this small wilderness state!"

“Domination? Is there any point in being hegemonic?”

 “Become a demon? What if you become a demon?”

“The Taoist court is unified, and the demon cultivators who dare to come forward have long since died without a burial place!”

“A true demon must learn to cling to Daotingsi, monopolize industries, earn spiritual stones, **** the blood of state monks, enslave them with power, oppress them with status, and squeeze them with spiritual stones…”

“It doesn't rely on killing, it doesn't rely on corpse poison, it doesn't rely on magic power…”

 “Let's eat their flesh, drink their blood, and strengthen ourselves in a grand manner!”

"Even if Daoting wants to investigate, nothing can be found."

“The local ministers are our people; the local sects are like us; the local families look up to us;”

“Those mine repairmen below are very soft-spoken and we step on them. They don't dare to say anything. Even if they say it, no one will believe it..."

 “This is how to use spirit stones!”

 “This is the real thing, covering the sky with one hand!”

Lu Chengyun's voice was decisive and his eyes were deep.

 Zhang Quan's expression changed.

Mo Hua, who was hiding behind the altar, was also frightened when he heard this.

There was silence among the corpse altar.

 After a moment, Lu Chengyun said calmly:

 “Brother Zhang, do you understand?”

 Zhang Quan came back to his senses, his eyelids twitched slightly, and he nodded in understanding.

Lu Chengyun nodded slightly and said meaningfully:

“These zombies, if you drive them to kill, Daoting will kill us.”

“But you drove them to mine, earned spiritual stones, and gave them to Daotingsi, or even to Daoting...”

“Not only will they not kill us, they would also like us to kill more people, refine more corpses, dig more mines, and give them more spiritual stones…”

"Times have changed. Even if you practice demon cultivation, it's not all about fighting and killing..."

“Brother Zhang, think about it carefully…”

After Lu Chengyun finished speaking, he patted Zhang Quan on the shoulder, turned around and left.

Zhang Quan was the only one left at the altar. And of course there are ink paintings.

Mo Hua hid behind the altar, his heart was shocked, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

This Lu Chengyun was more sinister than he thought.

 Scheming is also more terrifying.

If he really succeeds, good and evil will take over, and everything will be bought.

This corpse mine may really be like a thousand-year-old tree, deeply rooted in the mine, with interests as its roots, involving up and down, and deep-rooted, making it difficult to uproot...

Mo Hua took a slight breath of air, but at this moment, he heard a voice.

 “Nonsense!”

Mo Hua was startled.

 This is Zhang Quan's voice.

After Lu Chengyun walked away, Zhang Quan said angrily:

 “That's nonsense!”

"The founder of the Demon Sect does not do anything good, but succumbs to the Taoist court, pleases the Taoist minister, flatters all parties, and acts as a dog for them. I really don't know what to say!"

 “Let zombies keep mining?”

 “If a zombie doesn't eat people or drink blood, can it be called a zombie?”

 “This is a disgrace to our ancestors of the Corpse Path!”

“What's even more annoying is that the spiritual stones earned from mining have to be sent out?”

“I'm really used to being a dog for others!”

“You still say that I am a small person? I think you are the head of the family and have been here for a long time. You are greedy for wealth, short-sighted, and timid!”

“How can we compare to the hegemony of the devil if we have been fighting for hundreds of years?”

"Establish a demon sect, carry forward the corpse way, glorify the ancestors, leave a bad name in the history of the state, and leave a prestige among fellow corpse cultivators. Even if it is only temporarily prominent, it will be suppressed by the Taoist court in the end, and no bones will be left. It will be in vain." That's enough!”

 Zhang Quan looked generous and his eyes were resolute.

Mo Hua was silent.

 This Zhang Quan has his own ideas...

 There is also...the belief and pursuit of the corpse path?

 Ink paintings are difficult to evaluate at the moment.

Zhang Quan scolded Lu Chengyun for a while to calm down. After a while, he smiled coldly and murmured in a low voice:

 “Lu Chengyun…”

“Refining corpses, you are not the only one who has the final say...”

“…Once the Corpse King is refined, you will no longer be able to control it…”

 “I'm not as timid as you.”

"I will definitely make the Corpse King appear and massacre the city with iron corpses. I will make this Nanyue City full of walking corpses. I will make this small wilderness state become a purgatory. I will make the monks in this world fearful and let them know what is real." Corpse cultivator!"

 Zhang Quan's voice was cold. After speaking, he snorted coldly and left.

The eyes of the ink painting flashed, and there was a slight cold light.

 Zhang Quan, Lu Chengyun…

Although the two men act very differently, neither of them is a good person.

 No matter who controls the Corpse King, there will be no good results.

 One is littered with corpses, while the other is spreading poison far and wide.

Mo Hua thought again of Zhang Quan's angry look and what he just said, and his thoughts moved.

 Zhang Quan is at odds with Lu Chengyun, and according to his wishes, he also wants to control the Corpse King?

If you want to control the Corpse King, you must open the bronze coffin.

In this way, wouldn't I have a chance?

 The eyes of the ink painting flashed.

 From then on, all his free time was spent following Zhang Quan.

Zhang Quan was really sneaky when he was alone. He even set up a formation to let his spiritual consciousness peek, and he didn't know what he was preparing.

 The ink painting did not dare to take a closer look in order to prevent it from disturbing others.

 But he knew that Zhang Quan would definitely do something small.

The way he looks now is exactly the same as when he wanted to do something bad.

Sure enough, a few days later, one night, when Lu Chengyun was busy with work and left the corpse mine to deal with family affairs, Zhang Quan also went out secretly.

Mo Hua quickly disappeared, left his room, and went ahead to wait for him at the Ten Thousand Corpses Altar.

 In less than a cup of tea, Zhang Quan entered the altar.

Mo Hua was still hiding behind the altar, watching him secretly.

Zhang Quan saw that there was no one around, he was sneaky and a little worried, so he took out a bronze coffin nail from the storage bag.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he immediately figured it out.

 “It turns out to be a nail in the coffin!”

This coffin nail is both a key and a formation.

 Normal coffin nails are used to seal the coffin, but this coffin nail is used to open the coffin.

Zhang Quan took out the coffin nails, measured from left to right along the coffin lid, found a three-inch spot, and nailed the coffin nails into the bronze coffin.

 Then on the bronze coffin, the breath shone slightly.

 It seems like something has been opened.

Zhang Quan was overjoyed and immediately opened the lid of the coffin, revealing the bronze coffin with a blood formation inside.

Zhang Quan took out another dagger, cut his palm, and dripped the blood along the grooves on the coffin.

 When the blood tank was full, Zhang Quan took out another corpse-controlling bell.

This corpse-controlling bell is neither stone nor wood, nor copper nor iron. It is completely black and has the same **** patterns as the bronze coffin.

 Zhang Quan shook the corpse control bell.

The sound was dull and weird, like a zombie whispering.

After shaking it for a while, Zhang Quan fed the corpse with blood, then shook the corpse-controlling bell again, and walked in the opposite direction along the bronze coffin with weird steps.

 Feed blood, ring the bell, and move backwards.

 Mutter words in your mouth.

Although I don't understand the ink painting very well, based on my previous research and the corpse refining knowledge I asked Lu Ming, I can probably guess that this is a special method of controlling corpses in the corpse refining method.

 Sure enough, I fed the blood seven times, rang the bell seven times, and walked backwards seven times.

  The sound of a heartbeat came from the bronze coffin.

 This is the heartbeat of a dead man.

 It is completely different from the heartbeat of a living person, strange and weird.

Just listening to it, Mo Hua felt uncomfortable all over and his heart was a little suffocated.

 Fortunately, the heart only beat slightly and then stopped.

 Zhang Quan was overjoyed.

He resealed the coffin, took away the coffin nails, and looked around again to make sure there was no one around and no other traces were left. Then he sneered and left the large and empty altar.

 But behind the altar, Mo Hua stuck out his little head.

 (End of this chapter)

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