Charity home.
A mysterious old man suddenly appeared at the entrance of the morgue where the coffin of Old Master Ren was placed. He listened for a moment and found that the two people in the mortuary were sleeping soundly and showed no signs of waking up.
"Ha...what kind of bullshit Maoshan master is he? He has no sense of vigilance at all, I spit on him!"
The mysterious old man immediately became extremely pleased with himself.
He entered the morgue, came to the coffin of Old Master Ren, and gently pushed it open. A dull creaking sound rang out, and the old man immediately stopped.
After a while, seeing that the two clearly audible breaths showed no sign of waking up, he finally felt relieved.
Looking down into the coffin, he saw the appearance of Old Master Ren and couldn't help but frown deeply.
"How is that possible? There's no trace of yin energy left, and he looks exactly like an ordinary dead person. Could it be that the Maoshan Taoists have some methods I don't know about?"
The old man was filled with doubts and confusion.
Twenty years of planning were destroyed in an instant, and the old man's anger was at its peak, ready to explode at the slightest provocation.
With a gloomy face, he prepared to leave.
He could see at a glance that the corpse had been deliberately destroyed, its heart ruined, making it impossible for it to become a zombie again. To the old man, the corpse of Old Master Ren was no longer of any use.
Originally, he came to the mortuary to steal the body, but now that it has been destroyed, there's no point in stealing it.
"Fellow Daoist is leaving without even saying goodbye. If I, as the host, fail to provide adequate hospitality, it will make it seem as if we, the disciples of Maoshan, are ignorant of the rules of the martial world!"
Just then, a cheerful voice suddenly rang out and reached the old man's ears.
The old man was startled and turned around to look into the courtyard. To his astonishment, he saw Lin Fengjiao, who should have been sleeping in the house, now dressed in full clothes, holding a peach wood sword, ready for battle.
"You stinking Taoist priest, what do you want?"
The old man didn't ask you the stupid question of why you weren't asleep, because it was pointless; getting out of there was the priority.
This mysterious old man was the same feng shui master from twenty years ago.
He was originally just an ordinary person. In his youth, he accidentally obtained half of a cultivation manual. By figuring it out on his own, he actually managed to enter the path of cultivation.
This half-finished cultivation manual is of unknown origin. In addition to cultivation techniques, it also contains methods for refining corpses, raising corpses, and setting up formations. However, it is incomplete, with only the first half remaining.
However, after decades of exploration, this person actually managed to reach the fifth level of Qi Refining with the help of that incomplete manual, and even subdued several powerful zombies for his own use.
Twenty years ago, he was only at the entry level of Qi Refining. Faced with the coercion and enticement of Old Master Ren, he was outmatched and had no choice but to give up that auspicious land.
However, taking a beating without fighting back is not his style.
On a sudden inspiration, he remembered a secret technique recorded in the fragment and devised a plan to forcibly change the direction of the evil energy of that precious land using feng shui methods.
This transformed the area from a mere dragonfly's touch into a land of Nine Yin, and then the surrounding mountains were arranged to form a Nine Yin Corpse Refining Array.
Now, twenty years have passed, and it should be the season of harvest.
Who would have thought that a Taoist priest from Maoshan would suddenly appear out of nowhere, causing all his plans to fall through and his twenty years of hard work to vanish in a single day.
Looking at the old man in the shadows, Lin Fengjiao's expression turned solemn. She asked sharply, "Twenty years ago, the feng shui master who arranged the tomb for Old Master Ren, was that you?"
His tone was firm, clearly indicating that at this point, besides the feng shui master from before, there was no one else who could have secretly slipped into the morgue.
Upon hearing this, the old man's pupils contracted, but unfortunately, there was no light in the room, so Lin Fengjiao didn't notice. Then, the old man denied it, suppressing his anger, and asked in return, "What feng shui master? I don't know what you're talking about. Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"
Although he was a latecomer to the path of cultivation, the old man knew that there was an unwritten rule in the cultivation world.
If anyone dares to use a human body to refine a corpse, it will surely provoke all fellow practitioners to rise up and attack, and kill them without mercy!
The old man knew the consequences of his actions; if he were to reveal even the slightest detail, he would surely meet a gruesome end.
Therefore, when confronted by the Maoshan Taoist priest Lin Fengjiao, he pretended to be stupid and acted crazy, saying, "I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."
A direct denial followed by three consecutive denials.
Lin Fengjiao wasn't so easily dismissed: "If it wasn't that feng shui master, then what are you doing at the mortuary? Could it be... you're here to steal a corpse?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. I just got lost and somehow ended up here."
The old man continued to argue his way out of things.
Lin Fengjiao snorted coldly and stopped wasting words with him.
"Still dare to argue? The aura of a cultivator emanating from you is as clear as a beacon in the darkness! Quickly state your purpose, or don't blame me for being impolite!"
The mysterious old man stepped into the mortuary and was spotted by Lin Fengjiao. He woke up immediately, thinking it was just a petty thief. He didn't move, but unexpectedly, the man ran into the morgue.
To be honest, the mysterious old man's secret manual was incomplete. He didn't know how to conceal his aura at all, which led to him blatantly running into the mortuary and being caught red-handed by Lin Fengjiao.
"Haha, you stinky Taoist priest, you forced me to do this!"
Seeing that things had come to this point, the old man no longer held back and burst into wild laughter.
Then, he let out a long howl, the dull sound carrying far and wide, sounding particularly jarring in the quiet night.
Lin Fengjiao felt a chill run down her spine and became secretly on guard. Just then, a loud "bang!" was heard as the gate of the mortuary was violently smashed open, sending splinters of wood flying everywhere.
A dark figure burst in. The figure was more than a head taller than an average person and exuded an aura of violence, cruelty, and ferocity.
Zombies!
This is a zombie, and a black zombie at that.