Asking about longevity

Situ Fang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Who taught you this?"

"Elder Yu!"

"Elder Yu from the Demon Hunting Company in Tongxian City?"

"Yeah. Mo Hua nodded.

Situ Fang sighed and agreed:

"Elder Yu is right. In the future, you should listen to Elder Yu more and don't listen to your Uncle Zhang."

Mo Hua nodded on the surface, but cursed in his heart:

"That's because you haven't heard Elder Yu curse, otherwise you wouldn't have said that..."

Situ Fang had not had much contact with Elder Yu, so he didn't know what kind of elder he was.

She probably thought that Elder Yu was the kind of senior who was highly respected and spoke "kindly"...

Mo Hua shook his head inwardly and said again:

"Just burn the zombies. Zhang Quan has done many evil things. There will definitely be other clues. Just keep looking for them."

"But this is not a bad thing," Mo Hua then thought again and said:

"At least now I know that the boss's butt is crooked. I'll be more careful next time."

"Um."

Situ Fang nodded and felt better.

She had a busy day yesterday and was very tired. She only rested for an hour and slacked off a little. The boss secretly tried to make everything go up in flames, and all her work was in vain...

Situ Fang felt anxious, blamed herself, and felt guilty about the ink painting.

But she didn't expect that Mo Hua didn't mind and comforted her instead.

What a good boy...

Situ Fang solemnly said:

"I neglected my duty this time. I owe you a favor. If you need any help next time, just let me know."

Mo Hua smiled and said: "Okay!"

After coaxing Situ Fang away, Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi emerged. They had been eavesdropping just now.

Bai Zisheng asked:

"We left a few zombies, do you want to tell Sister Situ?"

"Let's not talk about it for now."

"Why? She is with us, right?" Bai Zisheng was puzzled.

Mo Hua thought about Situ Fang:

"Just let Sister Situ help with the aftermath. After all, she is just cultivating Qi. Zhang Quan is a foundation builder and a corpse cultivator. If you attack head-on, Sister Situ is very dangerous.

Bai Zisheng thought for a while and said, "That's right."

Bai Zixi also nodded.

The three of them did not expect that the three of them were still just refining qi...

The zombie thing is over for now.

Daotingsi destroyed the body and wiped out the traces. Without clues, there was no progress and it was impossible to trace.

It seemed like a big deal, but on the surface, it was nothing.

But no one knew that Mo Hua also secretly hid a few zombies, and no one knew what Mo Hua was hiding the zombies for...

In the small wing.

There are two coffins in front of the ink painting.

Among the coffins, there were several zombies stolen by Mo Hua.

The surroundings were filled with formations painted in ink.

There are sound-isolating arrays, air-sealing arrays, solid earth arrays, earth-fire arrays, earth prison arrays, and wood-binding arrays...

Bai Zisheng looked around and couldn't help but ask:

"Isn't the formation a bit too much..."

Mo Hua's little face said seriously: "When a lion fights a rabbit, he also uses all his strength. You must do things carefully and there can't be any mistakes..."

Bai Zisheng looked at the formations around him again, feeling a little speechless.

You are too "thorough"...

The painting is like a silk hole...

The ink painting now has twelve lines of spiritual consciousness, and the level of the formation far exceeds the first level.

These first-grade formations were drawn casually, as if they were free of charge. They were layered layer by layer, and I drew a lot of them...

Bai Zisheng felt that ink painting was simply because his hands were itchy, so he wanted to draw formations for fun.

There are still some unfinished ideas in the ink painting.

He checked the formations again and found that there were still blank spaces around, so he added a few more formations in the blank corners, filling the entire wing.

It looks comfortable now...

Mo Hua nodded, and then began to "open the coffin and conduct an autopsy."

Bai Zisheng opened the coffin, and there were several zombies lying upright inside, without any movement.

Mo Hua didn't know much about the habits of zombies, so he asked Bai Zixi:

"Sister, can't this zombie move?"

Bai Zixi said: "There are many types of zombies, some are naturally transformed, and some are artificially refined..."

"Grudges accumulate, yin energy gathers, and filthy energy soaks into the body. Over time, the body will naturally transform into a corpse.

"Zombies that naturally transform into zombies are vicious and greedy for flesh and blood. They will always kill people, eat people, and even other living creatures."

"Man-made zombies will be weaker and need to be controlled by monks with evil weapons. If no one controls them, most of them will sleep in the coffin, accumulating corpse energy, and at most they will have some small instinctive movements..."

"But if the artificially refined zombies get out of control, they will be the same as the zombies that transform naturally. They will be attracted by blood and kill and eat people..."

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded repeatedly, pointed to the coffin and asked:

"Then these bodies are not out of control, right?"

"Out of control." Bai Zixi said.

Mo Hua was startled, "They are out of control?"

Bai Zixi nodded and said: "They lost control, but these low-level zombies are too weak and have exhausted their corpse energy. Even if they lose control, they can't move unless..."

"Unless you feed them blood?" Mo Hua said.

"Well, anything with blood will do."

"What about after feeding?"

Bai Zixi's eyes flashed slightly, "They will come back to life on their own and keep looking for flesh and blood to eat..."

Mo Hua frowned, "It's still very dangerous..."

Then he remembered something and asked weakly:

"Then if you are bitten by a zombie, will you turn into a zombie?"

"It's possible."

"Why is it possible?"

Bai Zixi said: "Zombies contain corpse poison."

Mo Hua frowned, "Corpse poison?"

Bai Zixi raised her little index finger and explained:

"The so-called poison is essentially 'corpse energy', which is similar to spiritual energy, but has a different nature."

Bai Zixi looked at the ink painting and said: "This kind of corpse energy forms corpse poison, which will pollute the blood energy of ordinary monks and turn them into corpses."

"The corpse poison is less, or the corpse poison is weak, it will only change a little."

"Once the corpse poison is too strong or invades the heart, the monk will turn into a zombie."

Then she told Mo Hua, "You can't be bitten by zombies. You are weak and your blood is weak. If you are poisoned by corpse, your injuries will be more serious."

"Uh-huh."

Mo Hua nodded repeatedly.

Then he started thinking about a way to restrain the zombies and prevent himself from being bitten by the zombies, so as not to be in danger when the time came and he would be in a hurry.

But don’t rush this yet.

"How did that person refine the corpse?" Mo Hua thought for a moment and then asked.

"You need blood food, you need filth, you need some evil herbs, and you also need a corpse refining coffin, or a corpse raising coffin."

"I have never practiced how to do it specifically. I don't know."

Bai Zixi said in a clear voice.

Generally, disciples from aristocratic families are not allowed to come into contact with knowledge about evil ways and demonic ways, in order to avoid having evil thoughts and ruining their character.

It is not until they get older and want to travel or study that their elders in the family will give them instructions and tell them some evil methods, so that they should be careful to avoid being succumbed to the evil tricks and dying without a burial place.

The Bai family should not be able to teach this knowledge.

Bai Zixi knows this, probably because he has good homework, rich knowledge of Taoism, and has a wide range of interests.

Mo Hua looked at Bai Zixi as if looking at an elegant and exquisite "encyclopedia of monasticism", and couldn't help but praise with admiration:

"Sister, you know so much!"

Bai Zixi's expression was still calm, but her crystal eyes showed a little bit of pride.

Bai Zisheng curled his lips and said, "Flattery."

"Then you know?"

"I have no idea……"

Bai Zisheng muttered.

Zixi is highly talented, has a good memory, practices seriously, and has extensive knowledge.

In terms of spiritual knowledge, he is indeed not as good as Zi Xi.

Mo Hua patted Bai Zisheng's shoulder, nodded and praised:

"It's important for people to know themselves..."

It took Bai Zisheng a long time to come to his senses, and he couldn't help but scratch Mo Hua's little head.

Knowing the principles of corpse refining, Mo Hua began to study formations.

First is the coffin.

This kind of coffin is called a corpse refining coffin, or a corpse raising coffin.

It integrates refining corpses, hiding corpses, and raising corpses into one. It can be regarded as an evil spiritual weapon.

Every zombie has a coffin.

Different levels have different quality of coffins.

Zombies are divided into walking corpses, iron corpses, copper corpses, gold corpses, etc. The corresponding coffin materials include wood, iron, copper, and gold.

What grade of corpse should be used for what grade of coffin.

Mo Hua couldn't help but complain in his heart.

When people are alive, they must be divided into superiors and inferiors. After death, when they become corpses, their coffins must also be divided into gold, silver, copper and iron.

Really fastidious.

Zhang Quan runs a longevity food shop.

These coffins should have been made by him himself.

But the formation on the coffin was definitely not drawn by himself.

Zhang Quan is not a formation master and does not have this ability at all.

Mo Hua studied the formation on the coffin and frowned.

What was on the coffin was not a dead formation, but a general earth element evil formation.

The core of the formation is an earth-based formation, but the form is different. The ink is human blood, added with bone powder, and some unknown fishy and filthy things.

The medium is a bone fragment embedded in the coffin.

The formation eye is a putrid heart, which seems to have been refined or pickled. The blood, foul air and spiritual energy are mixed together to provide the power for the corpse refining formation to operate.

This formation looks bloody and terrifying, but the underlying principles of the formation are a bit crude.

Ink paintings are not very eye-catching.

What really concerned Mo Hua was the formation at the heart of the zombie.

If what he expected was true, this formation would be a true ultimate formation.

Mo Hua called out: "Little senior brother."

Bai Zisheng nodded, then frowned, holding back his nausea, took out the dagger, and peeled away the skin on the zombie's chest bit by bit, revealing the formation that was melted into the flesh and blood.

The ink drawings are looked at and written down on paper.

At the same time, let go of your spiritual consciousness, perform calculations, and deduce formation patterns.

This process is slow and error-prone.

Once you make a mistake, you have to start over.

Mo Hua spent a whole day studying several corpses and comparing them with each other before trying to restore a complete formation.

Mo Hua looked at the formation on the paper with a solemn expression.

This formation indeed contains twelve formation patterns.

It’s a true first-grade and twelve-pattern absolute formation!

But he didn't dare to learn it, because this twelve-marked formation was most likely an evil formation used by the devil to refine corpses...

You can't do it yourself, just learn how to refine corpses...