Dragon Seeker

Corpses are filthy!

Zhang Daoxuan said that the human body is not a clean place. It eats everything, and toxins and bad luck accumulate over time. When alive, at least there is a breath to suppress it. Once dead, all the unclean things accumulated during life will burst out. The degree of filth is unimaginable.

Ghosts eat corpses, which increase their anger, resentment, and strength!

Zhang Daoxuan said helplessly: "I'm afraid this murderous ghost has caused a lot of trouble in this community. An instinct made it afraid to harm the living at first, and no one who practiced Taoism noticed this place, allowing it to steal the bodies of the dead and eat the food of the living. Those were all offerings, which could nourish its power. It has been getting stronger, and it is normal that the old man can't suppress it. Now, it has reached the point of returning to the body."

"Uncle, what is this return to the body?"

Zhang Xinya suddenly saw the remains of the dead, and she was a little scared. She hid beside Zhang Daoxuan and asked softly: "Is it very powerful?"

"Very powerful, it has become a climate. This community has kept it for so long, and now it can no longer be called a ghost. It is probably a demon."

Zhang Daoxuan said: "Returning to the body refers to those who died with hatred. After their Taoism soared, they returned to the corpse of their previous life. The next step is to kill their enemies in the previous life, resolve the cause and effect of the previous life, and reach the state of great freedom. From then on, they have no taboos and can be the ghost king without restraint."

I roughly understood it. To put it bluntly, there is a character buried in this place who is only one step away from being the ghost king?

"Mr. Zhang..."

When Zhang Wei heard that the next step was to seek revenge on him, he knelt down in front of Zhang Daoxuan and kowtowed like crazy: "Please save us. We will definitely repay you in the future and do more good deeds!"

"Please ask for the ancestral weapon!"

Zhang Daoxuan ignored him and directly took out the ancient sword that Zhang Xinya had been carrying, and then slapped me on the back lightly: "Go, dig out the ashes of that thing. Since it has reached the stage of returning to the body, it must be hiding in the urn."

"What the hell?"

I thought there was something wrong with my ears, and asked in disbelief: "Let me dig it out?"

"Aren't you ritual officials supposed to bury the dead and dig out the dead? If you don't go, who will?"

Zhang Daoxuan looked at me with a smile, and suddenly pulled my hand and wiped my hand with the ancient sword.

Swish!

My hand immediately began to billow with white smoke. The paper skin where the ancient sword cut was rolled up and turned black, as if it was on fire. I screamed in pain and jumped up and down.

Zhang Daoxuan thrust the ancient sword into the ground with a "puff". The sword actually emitted a seductive red light, and slapped me on the back of my head: "Go and dig out the ashes quickly, others can't stop it!"

I was also depressed for being stabbed for no reason, but I didn't dare to argue with Zhang Daoxuan. Who let my life be in his hands now? I walked to the corner with my head down.

The stench was everywhere here. The soil where the urn was buried was wet and stuffy, as if it was soaked in blood. I didn't have any tools in my hand, so I could only dig it with my hands. The soil felt slippery and greasy, just like sticking my hand into the sewer. It was so greasy.

In fact, there were many body parts under the soil!

Soon, I touched something hard, and when I pulled it out, I found that it was a leg bone with many teeth marks on it.

I was a little scared, and I threw it away quickly. After all, I always positioned myself as a living person in my subconscious mind, and I was really a little repulsive to such human remains. I felt disgusted when I touched the bones with my own hands.

But this was just the beginning!

Then, I dug out more from the soil one after another.

A broken arm with skin and flesh hanging, a piece of rotten meat, etc., the stench was overwhelming.

"Ugh!"

Zhang Xinya couldn't stand it anymore, turned around and squatted to the side to vomit.

"You bastard, you buried it so deep!"

I didn't dare to show my teeth to Zhang Daoxuan, but I didn't have any psychological pressure to scold Zhang Wei. I wanted to rush up and hit him in the face with a set of Nine Yin White Bone Claws. This bastard dug a very deep hole to bury the dead. At the end, I was like a groundhog digging a hole. The front half of my body was all stuck in, and my butt was shaking back and forth outside. I dug at least half a meter away, and finally touched the urn, and pulled it out with great effort.

The hateful Zhang Wei and his wife gradually came to their senses at this time, and surrounded Zhang Daoxuan to flatter him wildly. They couldn't see me either, saying that Zhang Daoxuan was an immortal. They slapped him in the air a few times, said a few words, and a hole appeared in the ground, and the urn ran out by itself. They were extremely disgusting. Even a person with a weak heart like Zhang Daoxuan was hot in the ears by what they said. He slammed his sleeves and chased the two aside. With one hand, he leaned on the ancient sword stuck in the ground and looked at the urn carefully.

In fact, this urn was used for pickling pickles. It was buried in the ground for too long, and it was covered with dirt. It fell to the ground quietly, and there was no sign that it contained a murderous creature that was only one step away from the ghost king.

Zhang Xinya looked at it for a long time, but couldn't see any clues. She couldn't help asking, "Uncle, are you sure that the ghost king is in the jar? Why didn't he run out to fight us?"

Zhang Daoxuan chuckled and said, "With the current ceremonial officer here, how dare it act rashly?"

I felt a little embarrassed, thinking that Zhang Daoxuan was teasing me, and thought to myself, how can you be so venomous as a Taoist priest? But when I looked at him, I was stunned. Zhang Daoxuan looked serious, how could he be joking?

Could it be that my so-called ceremonial officer really has this function? With a stick here, the kingly aura is released, and the suppressed ghosts dare not mess around?

Zhang Daoxuan seemed to guess what I was thinking and said, "Don't think too much. If the real ceremonial officer was here, this killer would not dare to move and would let you do whatever you want. But are you the real ceremonial officer? At best, you have a little bit of the ancestral influence on you. This killer is confused and doesn't know why. He sensed a breath, so he hid and didn't dare to act rashly. If you don't believe me, open the jar and see if it can see through your true and false. Will it fight you to the death?"

I smiled awkwardly, but I was a little curious in my heart. Could it be that the ceremonial officer was also cruel as my father said?

Before I could think too much, Zhang Daoxuan kicked me with his foot and reminded me that I should open the jar. I got anxious when I heard this. Even he said that as long as I opened the jar, the things inside would be able to see my strength and jump out to kill me. He still let me open it? As a result, I just defended myself for a few words, and Zhang Daoxuan glanced at me. I immediately became timid, and I made up my mind, and slapped the lid open. It was dark inside, and there was still no movement.

"Still no movement!"

Zhang Xinya hesitated and said, "Or... let's smash this urn, why bother?"

"No, it is in the special period of returning to the body, and it is bound by the corpse of the previous life, so it can't escape. If you smash this urn, it will be like letting the tiger go back to the mountain."

Zhang Daoxuan leaned on the sword and ordered me: "Put your face close to it, let the thing inside see it clearly, and draw it out. It is now at the critical juncture of transformation, and it is very cautious. If it feels something is wrong, it will shrink inside."

I knew it was useless to resist, so I just accepted my fate and went to the mouth of the jar to take a look. There seemed to be a flash of green light inside, and then it returned to darkness. Just when I was wondering whether to get closer, Zhang Daoxuan suddenly kicked me on the butt, and my face hit the mouth of the jar with a "bang". The inside instantly lit up with a pale green ghost fire. There was no ashes, only a bloody head with a hole in the forehead, brains flowing, and a dark blue complexion. The scarlet eyes rolled and looked at me, just like a vicious dog seeing bones, grinning fiercely, and pounced directly on me, opening his mouth full of sharp teeth and biting my face. The stench hit me in the face. This bad breath was a bit serious, with a strong smell of decay.

"Oh my God!"

I was hairy all over, exclaimed, and quickly moved my head away.

The dead head in the urn had no intention of letting me go, and it came out of the urn directly. However, when it saw Zhang Daoxuan, it screamed "Ah", as if it was greatly frightened, and quickly shrank back into the urn.

"Come here, where are you going?"

Zhang Daoxuan sneered and finally took action. With lightning speed, he grabbed the messy hair of the dead head and pulled it out violently. A person was pulled out of the urn.

To be precise, it was a demon.

This thing was in tattered clothes, with black air lingering around it, black and blue skin, bloodshot eyes and fangs, extremely terrifying.

Zhang Daoxuan ignored it and swung it casually. At the same time, three sharpened peach wood sticks flew out of his sleeves, hitting the demon's eyebrows, chest, and lower abdomen accurately, and finally nailed him to the wall.

The demon was struggling fiercely, his yin energy was dissipating, and he screamed miserably, but the three pieces of peach wood nailed into his body were pushed out piece by piece.

"It can't be nailed, I'm afraid it will soon become immortal."

Zhang Daoxuan glanced at the demon and shouted at me: "How should this demon be buried?"

The so-called immortal body means that corpses, ghosts, demons and other things are no longer overly afraid of extremely yang things for special reasons, and can even fight against them.

Once corpses, ghosts, demons and other things become powerful, they will have some strange abilities. If you want to bury this kind of thing once and for all, you must have targeted means!

This kind of demon that has become immortal is exactly the most difficult one.

I forced myself to calm down, think quickly, and shouted after a moment: "Cut it into eight pieces and use the Eight Gates Golden Lock Tomb to suppress it!"