Refining Oneself Into A Corpse

Late at night, a silver-white full moon hung in the sky, illuminating the earth as bright as day, but there was no heat to be felt, only endless cold.

Today was a special festival of the Great Wu Dynasty - the Cold Moon Festival.

The Cold Moon Festival is a festival to commemorate the dead.

The symbol of the Cold Moon Festival is the silver-white full moon in the sky, and it is from this day that the Great Wu Dynasty will completely enter the cold season. Today is also the day with the strongest Yin energy.

The Great Wu Dynasty has two seasons: the Flame Season and the Cold Season.

The Flame Season is hot, and even at night, the temperature is not much different from the daytime. The Cold Season is cold, and even during the day, people have to wear thick clothes to keep warm.

The Flame Season has flourishing Yang and declining Yin, while the Cold Season has flourishing Yin and declining Yang. The transition of seasons and the transformation of Yin and Yang quietly occur on this day.

Okay, let's get back to the main topic.

At this moment, deep in the mass burial grounds several miles away from Black Rock Town, someone was actually present.

Two figures, one old and one young, were seen carrying farm tools stolen from farmers' homes, busily working.

At this moment, the young man asked the old man as he worked, "Master, can this method really make us become immortals?"

The old man stopped what he was doing when he heard this, stuck the shovel into the ground, and gasped for a few breaths before saying, "Of course, this was passed down from my master's master, how could it be fake?"

"Did your master's master become an immortal?" The young man also stopped his work and asked the question that had been in his mind all along with a naive expression.

He thought that his master would just perfunctorily answer him a few words as usual, but his purpose had been achieved. He just wanted to take the opportunity to rest for a while.

Who knew that the old man's expression would actually become lonely at this moment, and then he said, "No, but my master is really an immortal."

The young man's eyes widened when he heard this, and then he asked with expectation, "Then where is he? Why doesn't he care about us, making us beg on the streets every day, and sometimes even get beaten by others?"

"Especially that Wang Laowu, he always hits me the hardest. When I have the ability, I will definitely make him look good," the young man said through gritted teeth, and then punched the air a few times as if he was not relieved.

The old man's thoughts raced, and then he sighed and said, "He went on a journey, and he might come back at any time. Hurry up and work, the sooner we finish, the sooner we can become immortals."

The old man saw that the young man still wanted to speak, and quickly stopped him.

The young man stopped talking when he heard this, because with his understanding of his master, he knew that he would not be able to get anything out of him no matter how much he asked, so he simply took advantage of this time to rest enough and then picked up the shovel and started digging graves again.

After about a quarter of an hour, a rolled-up straw mat finally appeared in front of the two of them.

The two came to the side of the straw mat, gently removed the remaining soil on it, and then the old man opened the straw mat.

Inside, a bloody corpse was lying in it, covered with wounds. The blood on its body had turned black, and a stench came from it. Its face was even blurred.

The old and the young man looked as usual when they saw this scene.

After a skilled inspection of the corpse, the old man covered the straw mat, and then ordered the young man to carry the straw mat to the depths of the mass burial ground.

At this moment, the young man said behind him, "The Black Tiger Gang and the Black Wolf Gang are really restless. They have sent a lot of corpses in the past few days."

The old man smiled when he heard this and said, "That's a good thing, so we don't have to look for corpses everywhere. The progress is much faster than before. As long as we find another corpse, we can realize our plan."

"One? I remember it was two?" The young man paused slightly and asked his doubts behind him.

The old man's footsteps did not stop, but his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he said, "That's right, it's one. Let's go back and send this corpse back and then come here to look for it. If we are lucky enough to find another corpse, we won't have to be so troublesome."

"Okay." The young man answered briskly behind him, with excitement in his tone.

At the same time, he began to daydream in his mind.

The two carried the corpse, walking and stopping, for about half an hour before finally stopping by a forest. Then, the old man put the corpse on the ground, groped under a tree for a while, and then pulled it open, and a dark hole appeared in front of him.

Then, the two skillfully carried the corpse in.

The cave was dark, cold, and the stench rushed straight into their noses, but the two didn't care at all. They were very familiar with this place and didn't need any light at all. They put the corpse on a vacant lot that had been prepared in advance, and then hurried out.

The old man closed the entrance of the cave, and the two went to the mass burial ground again.

The young man was used to this kind of life. Since he could remember, this kind of life had been the main theme of his life, but the young man gradually became a little disgusted with this kind of life.

He believed that a real immortal should be like the storytellers said, riding the clouds and mist, with flowing robes, and the power to move mountains and seas with a single move, instead of being accompanied by corpses like now.

He had also heard of this behavior from the storytellers, who called this behavior - evil cultivators.

He had also discussed this matter with his master, but one sentence from his master completely put his mind at ease.

At that time, he had just returned from the city and came to their secret place in the depths of the mass burial ground.

Because he happened to hear the storytellers talk about evil cultivators that day, he told his master about it, but his master only said that the law has no right or wrong, and right and wrong come from the heart.

He immediately asked his master what this sentence meant, but his master told him to understand it himself.

Over the years, he had finally gained some understanding of this sentence. Spells have no right or wrong, it all depends on the person who uses them. From then on, he made up his mind that after becoming an immortal, he must do more good deeds. He told this sentence to his master, and his master just smiled and touched his little head and smiled without speaking.

Although he didn't think that what he was doing now was a good deed, it was all for the sake of becoming an immortal. As long as he became an immortal, he would definitely do more good deeds to make up for the bad things he had done.

Looking at his master's hunched back in front of him, the young man's desire to become an immortal became even more intense.

After all, the two were one old and one young, and coupled with long-term malnutrition, long-term travel led to physical exhaustion, so they could only walk and stop. When they arrived at the mass burial ground, it was already late at night. At this time, the full moon in the sky was still shockingly bright. The old man looked at the sky and calculated the time in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "If this time fails, I can only wait another year."

So many years had passed, and he didn't care about waiting another year.

As for killing people to obtain corpses, he had never thought about it. He and his apprentice, one old and one young, would probably have difficulty killing even a chicken, let alone killing people. If they failed to kill people and put themselves in danger, then it would really be a waste of effort.

For the sake of prudence, he chose to pick up corpses in this mass burial ground.

Because the gangs in the city often fought, he had picked up many corpses over the years. In addition to the original corpses in the mass burial ground, he had already picked up nine hundred and ninety-seven corpses, and he was almost able to carry out the next plan.

Recently, someone had been sending corpses here every day. According to his past experience, it was estimated that the Black Tiger Gang and the Black Wolf Gang would soon have another war, and then countless corpses would be sent over.

As soon as the two reached the edge of the mass burial ground, they heard voices coming from there, and then the two stopped and squatted down, slowly approaching that side.

As the distance got closer and closer, the sounds they heard gradually became clearer and clearer.

The two slowly stopped and dared not move forward.

However, the two did not know that their approach had already attracted the attention of the person speaking.

"Who's over there? Come out!" A stern shout came.

The two looked at each other, and then helplessly stood up. Then, they heard the person snort softly: "So it's Chen's two beggars, Chen Xing, what are you doing here in the middle of the night with your apprentice, Chen Jiang?"

The old man bowed and scraped, smiling ingratiatingly as he replied, "Looking for something to eat, looking for something to eat."

"What is there to eat in the mass burial ground at night? I'm in a good mood today, so I won't hit you. Get lost." The man waved his hand at the two with a look of disgust.

"Okay, okay, we'll leave right away." The old man finished speaking and pulled the young man away. The young man's face was pale with fright.