907 Corpse Worm
d Mingjun, I should be grateful. But there are worldly customs in the mortal realm, and how people see me, I can only bear it.”Jiang Qiyun squinted his eyes, that's how he looks when he's angry, I'm k...I was just about to speak when a scream pierced the air from inside the house.
The old man immediately ordered the Ninth Senior Brother to hold down the man in the restrictive clothing. The Ninth Senior Brother, wearing gloves, pinched the man's thin cheeks and pulled out a piece...
Fingers.
The bodyguard preparing to stuff the man's mouth screamed in agony as he was bitten off a finger by the man, who was now rolling around on the carpet howling.
I was scared, crouched by the door and didn't dare go in. The other bodyguards ran away too. When faced with such a terrifying and bizarre situation, there's nothing the bodyguards could do.
Sister Lu's face turned ashen. "Shut up! Get to the hospital immediately! A severed finger can still be reattached. Is one million enough to keep you quiet! Go now!"
The bodyguard gritted his teeth and climbed up, his companions supporting him, they put the severed finger in a plastic bag and hurried away.
They're gone, all the bodyguards on this floor are gone.
The maid didn't dare to come upstairs, and the relatives who were making a noise on the first floor were also silent, it was unknown whether they were still in the house.
The entire house suddenly fell silent, the atmosphere thick with tension. Only muffled growls from the man bound and gagged broke the stillness.
The space around me suddenly opened up, the entrance to the magic portal swung wide, and Mu Wanchen walked out from inside.
"...What are you doing" He reached out and put his hand on my shoulder, pulling me out of the corner by the doorframe.
"...The man bit off someone's finger." I whispered.
The old man was now needling, a hundred demons going mad. With each needle thrust, the man first needled from left to right, single day as yang, double day as yin. Now it's yin day and yin time, the needle turns to the left.
The first needle, piercing into the Ghost Palace three inches deep, my father spoke up, "Who dares to harm innocent lives Declare your motives swiftly! If there's a cause and effect, this old man will help you unravel it. But if you continue to wreak havoc, don't blame me for taking action!"
Wow... Our ancestors said that acupuncture should be "speak all madness".
Words of a madman are meant to frighten and deter evil spirits and demons, but my father’s gentle words could scare away nothing.
As the saying goes, even ghosts are afraid of wicked people. Momentum works both ways, and these ghosts and spirits use intimidation to break down a person's psychological defenses. Once their mental state crumbles, they seize the opportunity to possess them and do evil.
That man's evil spirit was bold. He was bound to the bed and had already received the first stitch from my father.
He hissed, taking two sharp breaths before speaking in a voice heavy with menace: “Dragon King... Dragon King... You have offended the Dragon King… Those who offend the Dragon King will die…”
Old Man's second needle went into Shaoshang point, three cun deep. He continued asking, "What kind of demon or evil spirit are you Harming humans is a grave sin that disrupts the balance of yin and yang. Don't you fear your cultivation will dissipate entirely, leaving you to vanish like smoke"
Sister Lu looked at the situation being controlled by my father and Ninth Senior Brother, her face slightly eased.
Mu Wanchen grasped my shoulder, his brows furrowing slightly. Liang Xiao whispered a summary of what he had just heard, his voice low and somber as he repeated, "Dragon King"
"Yes, this evil spirit mentioned the Dragon King several times." Liang Xiaog said excitedly: "Do you think it could be the traitor from many years ago!"
Traitor I looked at Mu Wanchen.
He explained in a low voice: “Many years ago, someone competed with me for the position of God King. He later defected, and our pursuit team couldn't find his whereabouts. We only heard a few years ago that he had fled abroad… we can't chase him that far.”
"Is this the Dragon King" I asked.
Mú Wǎn chén nodded. "Yes, that's his name abroad... I suspect the traitor Sī Yún also fled to him."
I nodded, which made me understand why Master Yun Fan and Mu Wanchen teamed up.
Southeast Asia and the South Pacific have long been adherents to various sects, whether Buddhism or Taoism. Among the uncultured commoners and paupers, spiritual reliance on shamans remains strong.
And on the border, various factions are intertwined, with mediums and artifact dealers lurking among them.
Yun Fan's master's opponent might be this Dragon King, and behind the Dragon King, there is a thousand-year-old monster hiding in another realm.
"My lord Wuzang, could this be the Gu spirit of the Sansi Gu" Liang Xiaoguo asked in a low voice.
"Yes." Mu Wanchen nodded.
Liang Xiaoge's paper figure immediately crossed his arms with a smug expression and said to me, "Little Princess Consort, I wasn't lying, was I You can see that I've seen a lot of things..."
"You're just making it up!" I retorted. "Just now you were telling me you were just guessing, now you're acting like you know what you're talking about!"
Mù Wǎn Chén reached out and pressed his hand on my head, turning it to face him. He whispered, "How did you get into such strange things"
"What's it to you This is a job my father took!" I said, clutching my head.
"No." He shook his head, his expression grave. "Everything happens for a reason. There are no coincidences in this world."
The world is vast, with countless people. Why would we connect with a particular someone
I stole a glance at his profile, and my heart already started to believe in the power of fate.
Mu Wanchen didn't know my thoughts had wandered. He looked around the room and said in a low voice, "Five insects and five categories, most living beings in the world can be refined into gu. Higher-order gu spirits are usually hard to come by and very precious. These are three corpses gu and yin spirits refined into existence. They are usually raised in tombs."
In the cemetery... perhaps during the mining process, they unearthed tombstones. Driven by greed, those workers operated illegally, resulting in an accident that released the Guiling spirit.
"If he was intentionally trying to harm him, he probably wouldn't be alive now... Perhaps he accidentally stumbled upon an underground tomb where three corpses were buried with gu worms. This caused the gu worms to escape and wreak havoc." Mu Wanchen explained.
"The three corpse worms you mentioned, are they three kinds of strange insects" I asked.
"Of course, the meanings of Three Corpse Worms and Three Corpse Gods are different. The three types, Upper Corpse Worms, Middle Corpse Worms, and Lower Corpse Worms, collectively known as the Nine Corpse Worms, include white flesh, lungs, stomach, diaphragm, red grubs, nine kinds in total." Mu Wanchen frowned slightly.
I racked my brains, recalling what the Tai Shang San Zi Jing said about how humans, by eating grains and miscellaneous cereals, cultivate three corpses and nine worms within their bodies. These are harmful to people, not only damaging their "house" (cultivators consider the body to be their house), but also reporting their sins to the Heavenly Emperor.
Therefore, severing the three corpses and attaining the Golden Immortal realm is an important step in cultivation.
"What...how do we even cure this Are we supposed to help this rich jerk cultivate immortality He's not human, he's not a ghost!" I looked at Mu Wanchen in confusion.
He smirked. “Your father’s methods are too troublesome. Since the opponent is a Gu spirit, they might not be affected by the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate. Why don’t you… beg me instead”
What!
< >les tooIf one breaks the rules of immortality too many times, they will naturally face tribulation. Shouldn't a great deity be pure in heart and desireless, making few mistakesI really want to see who...