Asking about longevity

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 nicely 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 hid his figure and left quietly.

The next day, Mo Hua behaved like nothing was wrong, and followed Lu Chengyun into the Altar of Ten Thousand Corpses to finish the formation of Ten Thousand Corpses.

After entering the altar, Mo Hua observed 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 secretly built the Ten Thousand Corpse Formation, controlled the progress of the formation, scheduled the corpse cultivators, and personally painted the Lingshu Evil Formation.

It is indeed very busy.

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

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 Lu Chengyun didn't care about him...

Besides Lu Chengyun, it was Zhang Quan.

Zhang Quan hated himself.

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

Very easy to fool.

Mo Hua 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, messed up, messy, messy, full of mistakes...

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

Mo Hua shook his head slightly.

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

Otherwise, I will be treated as a fool and not even know...

Mo Hua was relieved that he hadn't been discovered.

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 used a little trick to steal some corpse refining secrets 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", "Origin of Corpse Sect", "Corpse Theory"...

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

Ink painting is an eye-opener.

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

The world of cultivation is indeed vast and complex.

Mo Hua took the time to start reading these corpse books.

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

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

Mo Hua was a little helpless.

"Refining corpses is definitely not something normal people learn..."

"Who among normal monks would be interested in refining corpses?"

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 figure out many things.

"It seems that I don't have any talent in refining corpses..."

Mo Hua 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 trick him.

Mo Hua was "looking" among the corpse cultivators in the corpse mine for a few days when he suddenly discovered an acquaintance.

Lu Ming is a young member of the Lu family with a somewhat mean face.

The ink painting expression moved 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 was the same as other corpse cultivators, as pale as paper, with a gloomy expression, lifeless, and didn't speak much. He did everything others told 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 was a low-level corpse cultivator.

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

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

Lu Ming is still very 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, no one was around.

Lu Ming was lying on the bed, his expression numb, and suddenly became distorted 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 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 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 calmed down from the shock, and after looking carefully, he recognized the ink painting and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a human being, an "acquaintance", not a ghost, and not 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.

I just don't know why, but I want to enter his room without anyone noticing.

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

Being appreciated and favored by the master of the family, a monk of this status, no matter how young he is, is not something that he, who was once a disciple of the Lu family and is now a small corpse cultivator in a corpse mine, can question.

When Mo Hua asked him, he also didn't dare not answer.

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.

Back in 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, sent to a corpse mine, and became a corpse cultivator.

Lu Ming wasn't that great, but he wasn't too bad either.

He probably couldn't accept such a thing as corpse refining, but he couldn't help himself and had to accept it.

Therefore, I look numb all day long, like a walking 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 with corpse refining?"

Lu Ming was stunned, wondering why Mo Hua asked this, but still reluctantly answered:

"generally……"

"Have you ever made 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, "I'm going to 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 and said, "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 just that I didn't know about this matter. Now that I know it, I naturally have to find a way to give you some benefits and make up for it."

"oh……"

Lu Ming felt it made sense, but it seemed...it didn't make sense.

We meet by chance and say a few nice words to ourselves for no reason?

Lu Ming was still a little confused.

He also 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!"

Forced by the momentum of the ink painting, Lu Ming felt a little guilty and nodded slowly.

Mo Hua then read the small note.

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

"How are the grades of zombies divided?"

"What is the relationship between grade 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."

"Like other categories such as monsters and beasts, the strength of zombies is based on 'grade'."

"The first-grade walking corpse, the second-grade walking corpse, the third-grade walking corpse... all have the strength corresponding to the beginning of the great realm."

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

"The flesh is harder, the corpse poison is stronger, and there are some special corpse 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 'order'..."

"First-grade zombies generally only have two levels, walking zombies and iron zombies..."

"First-grade zombies are just ordinary Qi-refining zombies."

"A first-grade iron corpse, based on its 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."

"The lowest level of second-grade zombies is still a walking zombie. Usually, the iron corpse is made, but the highest one can make a copper corpse..."

"The strength of the second-grade walking zombies is equivalent to that of the first-grade iron zombies. However, due to the rotten skin and flesh, they will suffer more in actual combat."

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

"As for the second-grade bronze corpse, the corpse energy is strong and the body is like copper and iron. It is equivalent to the late stage of foundation building and is very powerful."

Mo Hua suddenly realized.

He had previously thought that the Iron Corpses were all the same and had foundation-building abilities.

But iron corpses are also divided into different categories.

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

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 remaining iron corpses were 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, "Keep 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 Mingzai explained the ink painting carefully.

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.

So what kind of corpse is in the bronze coffin?

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

That's all in the middle stage of foundation building. In the late stage of foundation building, Lu Chengyun wouldn't be able to suppress zombies of this level even if they were refined.

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 Origins 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. They 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. Soak it in the spiritual water of flowers and plants. There will be no rancid smell. 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 usually used for burials."

"Not only the magic way, but also the righteous way was used in the past."

"Ten thousand years ago, some heads of large righteous families, large sects or supreme elders would 'gift' some close monks to die after their death, and then turn 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 puppet-like corpse?

Burial figurine corpses?

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