"Master, this is the only spell left in our Maoshan branch!" Shi Shigong held a yellowed old book and respectfully placed it on the table in front of Wang Chen. Wang Chen picked it up and flipped through a few pages. It was a handwritten notebook. The traditional Chinese characters written with a brush were piled up like flies, mixed with simplified cursive script and ciphers. There were no punctuation marks.
Even though Wang Chen was from the Chinese Department, it was still very difficult for him to read it. It was filled with a large number of pronouns such as lead mercury, dragon and tiger, cinnabar, and a large number of Taoist nouns, which made his scalp tingle and his head hurt.
Wang Chen hurriedly closed the secret book and cursed in his mind, "Whoever tells me that secret books can be understood by time-travelers in the future? I'll be angry with him! Without punctuation marks, modern people — as long as they don't study that subject, I'm afraid they can't even understand the Analects of Confucius. Not to mention this kind of relatively closed cultural circle, filled with a large number of pronouns and ciphers of Taoism — except for those disciples and disciples of the same lineage, how can others understand it? "
He put down the secret book and smiled at Shi Shigong. "No need. I can't understand this secret book even if you give it to me. You can just show me."
Shi Shigong bowed and said, "Yes, Your Majesty!"
Shi Shigong respectfully led Wang Chen to the Ming Hall of the memorial hall, where several old and new coffins were placed. His young disciple followed behind them and busied himself with helping. Shi Shigong came to an old coffin and explained to Wang Chen, "Young Patriarch, in Maoshan branch, Taoist spells are all from human corpses. There are many unclean and dark places …"
Wang Chen nodded and said, "I know. You can open the hall now!"
Shi Shigong excused himself and pushed the lid of the coffin with his hands, revealing a lifelike corpse of a man with a livid face. The lid of the coffin was a little rotten. As soon as it was opened, the smell of rotten wood rushed straight into Wang Chen's nose. But after carefully distinguishing it, he found that there was a smell of Chinese medicine ointment mixed in it, which was not the stench of a corpse.
Wang Chen carefully examined it for a long time. After confirming that there was indeed no rotten odor, he moved closer to take a look.
Shi Shigong explained, "In the Mao Mountain lineage, there are thirteen types of corpse spells, six types of ghost spells, and twenty-nine types of miscellaneous arts. Most of them have been lost. What's left are these secret techniques that can't even be considered spells! The first is this method of preserving corpses. "
"Grand Ancestor Duke Jiu obtained a secret ointment from the Young Ancestor's coffin. It was able to preserve the Young Ancestor's body for dozens of years, just like a living person, without aging or rotting. Grand Ancestor Duke Jiu deduced that the ointment applied by the Young Ancestor must be a secret medicine for immortality in the Upper Realm. Patriarch Jiu was a heaven-warping genius, he used his magic power to get out of Young Patriarch's coffin … "
Speaking of this, Shi Shigong cautiously looked up at Wang Chen. After confirming that Wang Chen didn't look worried, he continued, "I stole a few elixirs of immortality and comprehended a lot of corpse elixirs from them. It can preserve the dead and nourish the corpses, so that the corpses won't rot in the hottest days of the year, and the blood of the corpses won't freeze in the coldest of nights. Their faces will be rosy, and their hair and skin will be intact. "
"There's such a function?" Wang Chen didn't know how to express what he was thinking. "You guys can even develop this function of the nutrient solution. Is Grand Ancestor Duke Jiu's Chinese medicine skills maxed out? He can actually use Chinese medicine to imitate the function of the nutrient solution! This kind of black technology would be worth billions of US dollars in the 21st century. It's cutting-edge medical technology that can win the Nobel Prize in Physiology, yet your Grand Ancestor can replicate it using Chinese medicine — should I say that Chinese medicine is really unscientific? This is the prerequisite skill to unlock the cultivation skill tree! "
Shi Shigong was still sighing. "I thought that even if Grand Ancestor Duke Jiu didn't recover 70%, he would at least have grasped 50% of the secrets of the celestial medicine in the iron coffin. When it comes to preserving corpses, it's just that the effect is slightly worse. Later on, through this medicine, he came up with many secret medicines that can change the quality of corpses. For example, the Iron Corpse Medicine smeared on this iron corpse can seep into the muscles and bones of the corpse, making the corpse as tough as steel and invulnerable. Before the Maoshan Taoist Art of Corpse Exorcism was lost, an iron corpse was like a heavy armor with infinite strength. One iron corpse could fight against a hundred people.
"I didn't expect that preserving corpses is just the surface of the celestial medicine in the iron coffin. This celestial medicine … can actually, can actually make people immortal." Shi Shigong cupped his hands towards Wang Chen and said, "I'm so ashamed! Young Grand Ancestor! Compared to the elixir that young Grand Ancestor used, which can keep one's appearance unchanged for decades, the elixir of immortality … "Shi Shigong covered his face and said nothing.
Wang Chen boldly squeezed the body of the 'iron corpse'. Sure enough, wherever he touched, it felt like rubber, with a kind of gelatinous texture. Shi Shigong was a little ashamed of the effect of his secret medicine, but he didn't know that Wang Chen was also very shocked. He thought to himself, "Although I can't dissect it, this feeling … it's like rubber. It's said that those who practice Body Hardening Qigong can build a layer of skin under their skin after long-term training. Compared to this corpse-refining medicine, it's nothing! "
"This medicine is almost as good as the rubber fruit!"
"No wonder it's said that it's invulnerable. Based on the quality of cold weapons in ancient times, it might really be hard to cut through the skin of this corpse! And under the skin of this' iron corpse ', the layer of fat must have been refined into something by these Maoshan Taoist priests. It's probably some non-Newtonian fluid — the stronger and faster the attack, the harder it is. "
Shi Shigong told Wang Chen that the loss of the secret medicine of Maoshan was also very serious. Among the five kinds of corpses, only the secret medicine of the Iron Corpse was left. And the most important secret method of controlling corpses was lost! Even if there were a few Bronze-armored Corpses left behind, they couldn't be used. This iron corpse was only refined by the old Taoist priest because he accidentally found a corpse with a particularly good aptitude. Now, he could only look at it.
"How shameful! The two of us, master and disciple, can still make some money by relying on the prescription left by Patriarch Duke Jiu to prevent corpses from rotting. "
"Oh? Then how do you make money? "Wang Chen suddenly became spirited at the mention of money.
"The two of us, master and disciple, make a living by using secret medicine to put the dead into the coffin. Patriarch Duke Jiu left a few kinds of secret medicine to cover the wounds. If there are corpses killed by swords and spears, if the family members want to bury the body in one piece, they have to invite us. After applying the ointment, the wounds of the corpses will be covered up, and the wounds will not be seen anymore."
"This was originally the prescription we used to refine corpses when we went down to Mount Mao. At that time, we drove the corpses to fight against the enemies. Most of the corpses were damaged, but some of the wounds were repaired with this secret medicine …"
"There are also corpses that are preserved. In the surrounding villages, whenever they hold funerals, they have to invite us to apply the secret medicine to the corpses so that they won't rot for dozens of days. When it's time to stop the spirits, we put the corpses on display to make them look good."
"There are also some rich families that spend a lot of money and use the best secret medicine to make the corpses look good. In order to make the corpses look good, they have to make the corpses rosy and lifelike. Only then will they look filial." There are also those who drown, burn, or hang. No matter what kind of corpses they are, I can clean them up with the ability left behind by the patriarch. "
"Since ancient times, weddings and funerals have always cost a lot of money. The people of China are diligent and thrifty. They are only willing to spend money on these two major events. Although your business doesn't sound good, I'm afraid it's not cheap to collect money." Wang Chen sighed.
Although the things the master and disciple did were despicable, they were probably rich. The reason why they looked so poor was probably because they wanted to keep a low profile.
After all, it was not the right way to make a fortune through funerals. If the master and disciple were to attract the jealousy of others, there would be endless troubles. They might even have to go to court. Being a little more restrained also showed the wisdom of Shi Gong.
As Wang Chen thought about it, he suddenly patted his head and asked Shi Gong, "If this secret medicine of yours can be used on corpses, it can also be used on living people, right? The medicine to close the incision — it's the best medicine for wounds! If the secret medicine used to make iron corpses can be used to practice external martial arts, won't it be easy to master it? If the medicine can make the corpses rosy and young, won't it be a magic medicine to beautify a young lady? "
As Wang Chen spoke, he was shocked. No wonder Lower Mao Mountain used to be the number one heterodox sect in the Great Ming Dynasty. In his time, the things that leaked out from under the fingernails were treasures worth tens of billions of US dollars!
Shi Shigong moved closer to Wang Chen and said in a low voice, "Young Patriarch, the secret medicine used to close the wound is indeed a top-notch medicine for healing wounds. It's called 'Golden Jade Powder', and its effect is even better when used on living people. The secret medicine of iron corpses is also a secret ointment for external martial arts called 'Zombie Fist'. But without the Zombie Fist inner method of the Yan family in Chen Province, the person who uses this medicine to practice martial arts will lose the sense of pain even if he can master the Thwart Kung Fu that makes him invulnerable. After three to five years, his whole body will gradually become numb, like a living corpse, and even his breathing will be numb. Then he will turn himself into an iron corpse! "
"As for the Rosy Powder that can make the corpses rosy and young — no one thought it could be used on living people. This is an unlucky thing used by the dead. Who would want to apply it on their wife's face? Besides, the reputation of Lower Mao Mountain is not good, and our disciples are — I'm fifty-three this year! I haven't found a wife yet. When I joined the sect, Lower Mao Mountain was still in its heyday … "
"So, all of you are single dogs!" Wang Chen widened his eyes and pointed at Shi Gong. "You want me to be your young patriarch … Aren't you trying to harm me? I don't have any grudges against you … Forget it! "Wang Chen waved his hand and sighed without looking at the confused Shi Gong." Let's get down to business! "
"I've roughly guessed why you don't sell medicine … These secret medicines are too precious. You'll have countless troubles if you reveal a trace of them. It's not as simple and easy as eating the food of the dead … And you can make a lot of money. In this world, selling beauty and skincare products may not be as profitable as making money from the dead. If you can make a lot of money, those rich families can spend mountains of gold and silver without blinking for the sake of their filial reputation."
"Women's money is easier to make than men's, and children's money is easier than women's … But the money of the dead is the easiest to make!"
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