Volume 3: Evil Ghosts Eat People Chapter 187: Purple Mountain Alliance (Part 2)
"What? Has it been chopped off?"
In the secret room of Zishan Sect, Xu Zun looked at the mutilated fingers of a disciple and asked in surprise.
"Yes!" the disciple answered with a bitter face, "The flesh is gone, and the bones will soon become necrotic. I heard from others that if I don't chop it off, I will get ulcers and die. So I have to chop it off..."
Yeah?
Xu Zun recalled his past life, and then he realized that if this injury happened in modern times, it might be possible to save it by inserting it into the abdomen for cultivation, or giving an anti-inflammatory injection or something like that.
But in ancient times when medical science was backward, people had to chop the flesh off directly, otherwise infection would occur and endanger their lives.
What was chopped off was the man's entire index finger, half of his middle finger and half of his thumb.
According to this person, he was holding the purple scale in his hand with these three fingers, but in the blink of an eye, the flesh and blood on his fingers were devoured and turned into white bones.
The most terrifying thing was that the fingers turned into white bones, but there was no blood, as if the flesh and blood had been sucked away by something in an instant.
"What do those purple scales look like?" Xu Zun asked.
"It's a bit like flower petals," the disciple replied. "It feels cool in my hand, then smoke comes out. By the time I feel the pain again, my fingers have turned into white bones."
"Okay," Xu Zun said, "Then show me where you found that scale?"
"Here," the disciple pointed to the statue in the center , "the side of the shrine below the statue was blocked by the shrine at that time."
Following what this person pointed out, Xu Zun came under the statue and took a closer look.
The Zishan School originated from the Kunlun lineage, and the deity worshipped by the Xuan Dao is similar to that of the other sects, and is also the founder of the Xuan Dao.
Xu Zun checked it inside and out several times but found nothing special.
"Master Wanqi..." Xu Zun asked, "Are you going to practice here for seven days? What are you going to eat and drink?"
"Since he is practicing, he won't eat or drink." Zhuang Jingcheng replied, "Master Wanqi is practicing the Purple Mountain Heart Method. Not to mention seven days, even half a month without food or drink is fine."
So powerful?
Xu Zun was amazed. It seemed that the host's knowledge was indeed limited. There were still many amazing things in this new world.
"At that time," an elder introduced to Xu Zun, "the corpse of Sect Leader Wanqi was here, sitting cross-legged in meditation, but his body had turned into a pile of bones!"
"Are you sure," Xu Zun said, "that the pile of bones belongs to Sect Leader Wanqi?"
"This..." Everyone stared at each other, and Jiao Chengtong said impatiently, "I saw the master enter the secret room with my own eyes. During this period, he never came out, and no one could enter. Who else could it be but him?"
"Yes," said another elder, "the secret room has no exit. In the end, we had no choice but to break open the stone door and go in. There couldn't be anyone else in the secret room except the Sect Master!"
“Although it’s just bones,” Zhuang Jingcheng also said, “the clothes and accessories are worn by the Sect Master, and from the appearance, it looks the same as the Sect Master!”
Everyone nodded, obviously believing that the bones were Wanqi Peak.
"Then..." Xu Zun asked again, "When the master was in seclusion, was there anyone guarding outside?"
"Yes, yes!" Zhuang Jingcheng pointed at several disciples behind him, "These disciples are in shifts guarding day and night without stopping. There is no gap, and no unusual movement was heard in the secret room!"
"Oh..." Xu Zun looked at the disciples and began to fall into deep thought.
"What's wrong..." Zhuang Jingcheng heard something wrong and asked hurriedly, "Master Xu, do you think there is something wrong ?"
"Well," Xu Zun nodded and said, "After the disciple whose fingers turned into bones, did he fall to the ground and roll around in pain?"
"Yes!" Zhuang Jingcheng nodded. He was also present at the time.
"How could Sect Leader Wanqi still maintain the sitting posture when his whole body had turned into bones?" Xu Zun expressed his doubts.
"Huh?" Everyone's eyes widened. They had never thought of this before.
"Could it be..." Jiao Chengtong said, "that the ghost cast a spell to freeze the master? Or, it was sucking blood and flesh too fast, so the master didn't have time to react?"
"Hehe..." Xu Zun smiled at Jiao Chengtong and said meaningfully, "Do you really think that this was done by a ghost?"
"What...what!?" Jiao Chengtong's face tensed up and he asked hurriedly, "What do you mean?"
"Ah?" Zhuang Jingcheng was also surprised. "Why do you say that, sir?"
"Where is the corpse of Sect Leader Wanqi?" Xu Zun did not answer, but asked , "Take me to see it!"
A moment later, in the mourning hall of Zishan Sect, Xu Zun was slightly surprised when he saw the scattered bones in the coffin.
"What?" Xu Zun asked, "Has it fallen apart?"
"Alas," Zhuang Jingcheng complained, "I told you not to touch the master's body, but you didn't listen. Look at what has happened to it? You are really disrespectful to the master!"
"You're still making sarcastic remarks?" Jiao Chengtong retorted with a red face, "The master's corpse couldn't hold up at all and collapsed on its own. And you blame me?"
"Great Elder," Zhuang Jingcheng pretended to be innocent, "I don't think I ever said that this was your fault? Why are you still blaming yourself?"
"You..." Jiao Chengtong was so angry that his beard fluttered.
Xu Zun ignored their arguments and continued to examine the corpse carefully, but he saw that the bones in the coffin had fallen apart and were only roughly assembled into a human shape.
"Before..." Xu Zun asked curiously, "The master's bones were in a meditation shape, how did he support it?"
"I'm not sure," Jiao Chengtong said, "I seem to remember that there were still some tendons and bones and flesh connected at that time, but later even those bones and flesh were gone, so it collapsed, right?"
"Oh..." Xu Zun immediately picked up a piece of bone and examined it carefully, which immediately caused everyone to be surprised.
Jiao Chengtong wanted to stop them, but seeing that Zhuang Jingcheng and others didn't care at all, he felt embarrassed to step forward .
"Master Wanqi..." Xu Zun asked, "How old are you this year?"
"I just celebrated my 40th birthday." Zhuang Jingcheng replied.
"So young?" Xu Zun turned his head and looked at Jiao Chengtong and other elders, it seemed that each of them was over 60 years old.
Depend on……
Xu Zun was shocked, thinking that Yue Jinglei, who had the Hundred-Step Divine Fist, was Wanqi Peak’s sworn brother. If that was the case, then Yue Jinglei was not even forty years old?
However, Xu Zun felt relieved when he thought that Ku Niang could easily deal with Wei Beihui at such a young age.
"Alas!" Zhuang Jingcheng sighed, "It's a pity that the master, who had such great martial arts skills, died young. It is a great loss to our Zishan Sect!"
"Then..." Xu Zun picked up the femur and weighed it, asking, "How tall is Sect Leader Wanqi?"
"Seven feet." Someone answered.
Xu Zun converted the data of 1.6 meters through instinctive knowledge.
It seems that he is not very tall.
"So..." Xu Zun asked again while holding the femur, "Is your Wanqi Gang leader a man or a woman?"
