Chapter 817 (1/2)

”Lord, this is the only magic we have left when we go down to Maoshan!” the teacher Gong held a yellowing old book and respectfully placed it on the table in front of Wang Chen. Wang Chen picked it up and turned a few pages. It was a handwritten note. The traditional characters written with a brush were piled together like flies, mixed with simplified cursive and ciphertext, and there were no punctuation marks.

Even though Wang Chen was born in the Chinese Department, he also had a hard time watching it. It was full of pronouns such as lead, mercury, dragon, tiger and dansha and a large number of Taoist proper nouns, which made his scalp numb and his brain hurt.

Wang Chen hurriedly closed the secret script and scolded in his heart: ”Who will tell me later that the secret script can be understood by the transgressor? I'll be anxious with him! Without punctuation, modern people - as long as they don't study that subject, they don't even understand the Analects, not to mention the relatively closed cultural circle and a large number of Taoist books filled with synonyms and ciphertext - except those disciples and grandchildren who come down in one continuous line, others can understand a ghost!”

He put the script down and smiled at the teacher Gong: ”no, I can't understand it. You'd better demonstrate it directly.”

The teacher Gong Bai said, ”I will obey your orders!”

The teacher Gong respectfully took Wang Chen to the Ming Hall of Yizhuang, where several coffins of different ages and new were parked. The little apprentice followed them and began to fight in a hurry. The teacher Gong came to an old coffin and explained to Wang Chen: ”little ancestor, go down to Maoshan. The Taoism is all started by human corpses. There are many unclean and dark places...”

Wang Chen nodded and said, ”I know. Open the museum!”

The division commander Gong accused the crime, pushed his hands on the coffin board, opened the half pull coffin cover, and revealed a big man's body with an iron blue face and a lifelike face. The coffin cover was a little rotten. As soon as it was opened, a smell of rotten wood went straight to Wang Chen's nose, but it was carefully distinguished that it was mixed with a smell of Chinese ointment oil, but there was no body odor.

Wang Chen carefully distinguished for a long time and found that there was no rotten smell. Only then did he get up and watch.

Division commander Gong explained: ”I went down to Maoshan, including 13 corpse magic, six ghost magic, and 29 other acrobatics. Now most of them have been lost, leaving only these skills that can't even be said to be magic! One of them is this method to save corpses.”

”In the strange coffin left by the little grandmaster, the ninth grandmaster got an oil secret medicine, which can preserve the little grandmaster's body for decades. Like a stranger, he is not old and does not decay - the ninth grandmaster inferred that the oil smeared by the little grandmaster must be the secret medicine for immortality in the upper world. The ninth grandmaster indulged in strange talents and used magic power from the little grandmaster's coffin...”

Speaking of this, the shichanggong carefully looked up at Wang Chen and found that he really didn't have a worried expression. Then he continued: ”I stole a few immortality drugs, from which I realized many corpse dodge drugs. It can save the dead and raise the dead, so that the dead don't rot in dog days. At nine cold nights, the blood of the body is not frozen, the face is ruddy, and the hair and skin are full.”

”And this kind of operation?” Wang Chen didn't know how to express his inner groove: ”You can develop this function of nutrient solution. Is the master Jiugong full of traditional Chinese medicine skills? He can actually imitate the function of nutrient solution in the life support warehouse with traditional Chinese medicine! This kind of black technology is also a multi billion dollar public relations in the 21st century. It is a cutting-edge medical technology that can win the Nobel Prize in physiology. Your grandfather can copy it with traditional Chinese Medicine - I should say that traditional Chinese medicine is really not good Science? This is the pre skill to open the repair skill tree! ”

The teacher's palace was still there and sighed: ”I thought that even though master Jiugong had recovered 70%, he should have found the secret of 50% of the immortal medicine in the iron coffin. When it comes to preserving the corpse, the effect is just a little worse. Later, I realized many secret medicines that can make the corpse qualitative change. For example, the iron corpse medicine smeared on this iron corpse can make it penetrate into the bones and muscles of the corpse, exercise like steel, invulnerable, and drive the corpse down Maoshan Before the Taoist Dharma was lost, an iron corpse was like wearing heavy armor, with infinite power. One can defeat hundreds of people, and the end is infinitely powerful. ”

”Unexpectedly, the preservation of the corpse is just the fur of the fairy medicine in the iron coffin. The fairy medicine... Unexpectedly, it can really live forever.” the teacher's palace arched his hand to Wang Chen and said, ”shame! Little grandmaster! The secret medicine of going down to Maoshan is better than the medicine used by little grandmaster who has lived in the world for decades and has not changed his face and never died...” the teacher's palace hid his face and said nothing.

Wang Chen took the courage to knead the body of the iron corpse. When he touched it, it felt like a rubber, with a kind of cortical gel sensation. The teacher's palace was ashamed of his secret effects, but Wang Chen was shocked. ”Although I can't unravel it, it feels like rubber. It's said that those who practice hard Qigong can exercise a layer of anti strike film under their skin through long-term strike training. Compared with other people's secret medicine for refining corpses, it's just slag!”

”This medicine is almost comparable to rubber fruit!”

”It's no wonder that it's invulnerable. Considering the quality of the cold weapon in ancient times, it's really difficult to cut through the skin of this corpse! And under the skin of this' iron corpse ', I don't know what kind of fat has been trained by these Xiamao mountain Taoists. It's mostly non niudun fluid - the faster the power and speed of attack, the harder it is.”