Asking about longevity

Mo Hua's heart moved and he stared at Zhang Quan with bright eyes.

He wanted to see how Zhang Quan opened the altar, worshiped the bell, and worshiped the statue of the ancestor.

Also, where is the forum that Zhang Quan wants to open?

Mo Hua searched all over the zombie village and couldn't find any altar anywhere.

Zhang Quan ordered a corpse cultivator:

"Go prepare the sacrifice."

The corpse cultivator took the order and retreated. After a while, he brought in a robber. The robber was holding a pottery jar filled with blood.

Zhang Quan nodded and then closed the secret room door.

After that, he checked around again and found that there were no "outsiders", so he looked solemnly and walked to a screen.

The screen is old and placed against the wall, with landscapes painted with dry ink on it.

Zhang Quan performed a few tricks and muttered something.

The ink on the screen was dense and rippled, and finally turned into nothingness, revealing a hole.

Mo Hua was slightly shocked.

There is actually a secret room in this secret room?

I didn't even notice it myself.

It seems that he underestimated Zhang Quan.

This Zhang Quan has quite a lot of secrets hidden...

Mo Hua thought to himself.

Behind the screen, there is still a secret room.

The beam on which the ink painting is located has a poor viewing angle. You can only glimpse a corner of the room, but not the whole inside.

But from just this corner, you can see the interior, which is gorgeously decorated, with gloomy candlelight, all kinds of evil furnishings, and a table set up with a golden tablecloth.

Mo Hua moved to another beam, climbed on the beam, lowered his head, and looked inside.

It was clearer now.

There is indeed an altar inside.

An image is enshrined on the altar.

It was a bit far away, so it was hard to see clearly, and Mo Hua didn't dare to look at it intently. He only took a quick glance and then looked away.

Offerings were offered on the stage.

It's just not a serious sacrifice.

There are three plates, one for the hand bones, one for the foot bones, and the skull in the middle.

I don’t know whether they are the bones of an innocent monk or the bones of Patriarch Zhang Quan.

Candles were also lit on the altar.

The candle is white, the firelight is dark green, and the candle oil is flowing, like human tears, dripping and condensing at the bottom of the stage.

Mo Hua guessed that this should be corpse oil.

In addition, there are some strange-shaped artifacts.

The ink painting is not a corpse cultivator, so I can’t understand it.

Under the altar, there is also a coffin on display.

This coffin is snow white.

The texture is neither wood nor stone, neither copper nor iron.

After looking at the ink painting for a long time, I realized that it should be an ossuary coffin.

Then he was slightly surprised.

Could this ossuary be used for refining corpses?

But what kind of corpse was made in the ossuary coffin?

He had only heard of walking corpses, iron corpses, bronze corpses, silver corpses, and gold corpses. He had never heard of corpses of bones...

What good can a zombie with only bones be used for?

Mo Hua cursed in his heart.

At this moment, he saw Zhang Quan and the corpse cultivators, prostrating in front of the altar, and then muttered something:

"Xiao Xiao comes to invade, the ancestor shows his power..."

"Lend my mind to refine the copper bell..."

"...The copper bell drinks blood, but no bones remain..."

"The white bones should be used as offerings to the ancestors, and the human knowledge should be used as a feast."

"The ancestors of the Zhang family are on top, and the younger disciple Zhang Quan, kowtow!"

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Mo Hua frowned as he listened.

Ancestor of the Zhang family?

Then this portrait should be dedicated to the ancestors of the Zhang family.

He is both an ancestor and an ancestor.

It should be that the ancestors of the Zhang family had acquired this corpse refining method, and then opened a coffin shop, which was passed down from generation to generation.

After that, "I use my spiritual thoughts to offer sacrifices to bronze bells, and use human knowledge to serve them as feasts."

Mo Hua was a little confused when he heard it.

At this moment, Zhang Quan opened the ossuary, grabbed the robber who brought blood and water with his pale palm, and threw him into the ossuary.

The robber struggled on his own, but he was no match for Zhang Quan in the Foundation Establishment Stage. He struggled to escape and could only be imprisoned alive in the ossuary coffin.

He begged and begged for mercy in the coffin, tearing the coffin wall with his fingers and making a miserable sound.

After a while, the shouting stopped, and there was no movement in the ossuary.

Zhang Quan opened the coffin lid again and found that the robber had lost his life. His eyes widened in fear, but he remained motionless.

His hands had all their nails peeled off from scratching and were covered in blood.

But other than that, there were no scars on his body.

He just stood there sluggishly and died directly.

It was like someone had eaten his soul directly.

Mo Hua's heart froze, and then he suddenly realized.

The so-called "borrowing spiritual thoughts to sacrifice the copper bell."

It should be referring to using the spiritual thoughts of the ancestor of the Zhang family to refine the copper bell and enhance its ability to control corpses.

Among these corpse cultivators, Zhang Quan is a foundation-building cultivator, so it is natural that he can control the iron corpse.

Except for Zhang Quan, several corpse cultivators are only at the peak of the ninth level of Qi refining.

It is indeed a bit reluctant to let them control the iron corpse that is close to the strength of foundation building.

This is the only way to borrow spiritual consciousness and allow the spiritual thoughts of Zhang family ancestors to be attached to the copper bell through sacrifice and help them control the corpse.

"Recognize people and serve them a banquet."

It is to feed the ancestor of the Zhang family with human spiritual consciousness.

On the surface, the high altar is the altar and the bones are the sacrifices.

In fact, the ossuary coffin is the altar, and the consciousness of the living person is the sacrifice.

"In that case, this picture of the ancestor of the Zhang family is actually a... visualization picture?"

Mo Hua thought slightly and blinked.

The robbers were used as sacrifices, their consciousness was eaten, and they died of panic.

Zhang Quan grabbed the robber out of the ossuary, threw it aside, and ordered:

"We'll feed it to the corpse later."

Then he muttered something again, and after finishing reciting, he took out a copper bell with a blood rope and strange patterns from the storage bag.

It's the corpse-controlling bell that Mo Hua has longed for!

The ink painting eyes sparkle.

If what he expected was correct, the corpse-controlling bell would have a first-grade and twelve-line spirit pivot formation painted on it.

I have to think of a way to steal this copper bell!

There is also that visualization picture, we have to find a way to snatch it!

But how to grab it?

Under Zhang Quan's nose, it's probably not easy to do anything.

Mo Hua frowned and considered.

And Zhang Quan was still offering sacrifices to the bell in front of the altar.

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He took out three iron lamps and placed them on the table. Then he put the copper bells into the lamps and poured blood into the lamps.

Blood slowly seeped into the copper bell.

It's like the copper bell is drinking blood.

Mo Hua was lying on the beam, his mind racing.

"I'm going to make some noise outside and lure Zhang Quan out..."

"Should I call my senior brother and sister and just start robbing him?"

Before Mo Hua could make a decision, there was movement outside the door, and someone shouted anxiously:

"The boss!"

Zhang Quan was a little impatient.

The man outside the door shouted: "Master, something big has happened!"

Zhang Quan was offering sacrifices to the bell. He cursed secretly and ordered a corpse cultivator beside him:

"Go and see what's going on."

The corpse cultivator took the order and went out. When he came back, he looked panicked:

"Master, this is bad!"

Zhang Quan frowned, "What's wrong?"

The corpse cultivator trembled: "The formation... is all broken!"

Zhang Quan's eyes widened, "What the hell do you mean everything is broken?"

"It's just...all are broken, and none of them can be used..."

Zhang Quan felt his energy and blood rising, and he felt a sharp pain.

He said in disbelief:

"How is it possible that none of them can be used?"

"It seems... someone has tampered with it..."

Zhang Quan's heart felt cold.

He originally thought that the Zombie Stronghold relied on formations that were easy to defend and difficult to attack, enough to keep the enemy at bay.

After sacrificing the bell yourself, wake up the iron corpse, and when you get out, you can kill everyone.

The worst thing is, relying on the formation, it is always no problem to defend the stronghold.

But he never expected that all the formations he had put so much effort into building would be broken?

Without the formation, the zombie village would have no external barriers.

It will be much easier for others to break in.

But...how is this possible?

Zhang Quan suppressed the shock and anger in his heart and said, "I'll go take a look."

But he just took a few steps and frowned again.

It will take some time to complete the blood altar sacrificial bell.

This altar needs to be watched, but he doesn't trust others to guard it.

People who refine corpses have a cold nature.

Not just him, but all the corpse cultivators.

He couldn't trust anyone in this village.

Zhang Quan's eyes wandered around for a week, looking at the corpse cultivators present one by one.

The other corpse cultivators who met his gaze lowered their heads silently, not daring to look at him.

Zhang Quan snorted coldly and said slowly:

"Follow me and go out for a look."

A corpse cultivator's eyes flickered and he asked in a low voice:

"Master, do you need someone to guard this altar..."

Zhang Quan's eyes turned cold, "You want to stay?"

The corpse cultivator immediately said in panic: "I don't dare."

Zhang Quan smiled sadly and said, "You all go out. I will close the door and seal the formation so that no mosquitoes can fly in. You don't have to worry."

"yes."

The corpse cultivator lowered his head and agreed, looking a little disappointed.

Several corpse cultivators took the robber's body out of the secret room.

Zhang Quan was the last to leave.

When he left, he sealed the screen.

After making some secrets or reciting some spells, the ink and wash on the screen suddenly changed and turned into a dry ink landscape painting again.

Zhang Quan was still worried and checked around several times. Then he felt relieved and walked out cautiously.

Before going out, lock the door.

Mo Hua stayed on the beam and did not move.

Sure enough, after a while, Zhang Quan came back again.

He checked the house again and found no trace of outsiders. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, locked the door again, and the footsteps gradually faded away.

Mo Hua snorted in his heart:

"With this little trick, you still want to deceive me?"

Zhang Quan's every move is within the perception of his spiritual consciousness.

When Mo Hua's consciousness confirmed that Zhang Quan had indeed gone far, he fell down from the beam in a light manner.

The room was quiet, and there was no special smell on the screen.

It looks like just an ordinary screen.

Mo Hua studied the screen and suddenly felt enlightened.

This screen is actually a high-quality spiritual weapon, and the refining method is very special. No wonder it can be hidden from my own perception.

It is estimated to be worth a lot of spiritual stones...

"How did Zhang Quan get it?"

Mo Hua was a little curious.

Was it stolen, robbed, given as a gift, or passed down from his ancestors?

But now is not the time to dwell on this.

To find a way, first open the screen, enter the altar, and steal the copper bell.

Mo Hua remembered that Zhang Quan walked in front of the screen and recited some spells and made some secrets. Then the ink on the screen melted away, revealing the hole.

Mo Hua then also copied the gourd and the gourd, pinched the formula, stamped his feet, and muttered a lot.

He didn't even know what he was reading, it was just a matter of luck.

But obviously this is not a matter of chance.

The screen didn't move at all.

Mo Hua scratched his head.

Isn't that right...

But he couldn't go to Zhang Quan and ask him to demonstrate again what techniques to perform and what curses to recite.

Mo Hua frowned and thought for a while.

He remembered that Mr. Zhuang had counted that everything has its appearance and its true nature.

Making secrets and chanting mantras are just appearances.

Its essence is the inner movement of spiritual power.

Looking at it this way, this screen also has intrinsic spiritual power.

As for the spiritual weapon, what controls the movement of spiritual power is the formation...

I looked at the ink painting carefully again, and finally found subtle patterns on the four legs and edges of the screen.

This kind of formation pattern is very small and obscure.

What's even more troublesome is that Mo Hua doesn't recognize him.

Even if he deduced and calculated the complete formation pattern with his spiritual consciousness, Mo Hua didn't know what formation it was.

I can only make a rough guess based on my knowledge of formations.

The formations on this screen should be related to sounds and phenomena.

Reciting the mantra is the sound, and pinching the formula is the image.

Only when you recite the right incantation, make the right kneading techniques, and have the right sounds and movements can you activate the formation.

But it is not clear in Mo Hua which formation principles are used, whether it involves the five elements, or other formation rules.

"The formation is profound and profound. It seems that I still have a lot to learn..."

Mo Hua took out a pen and paper and wrote down the formation pattern first, deciding to study it slowly when he had time later.