Chapter 71: Maoshan Has Immortal Techniques

  "Master, can you hear me? I am Yang Hao..."

  "Master, we have safely retreated to Canada, how is the situation on your side??? As he spoke, Uncle Janson had someone connect Yang Hao's communication equipment to the display."

  "Uncle Zhan!!!! What's going on!!!!"

  "Too... too beautiful..." Jensen's face was filled with a sense of longing, his mind still wandering through the misty and ethereal scenes.

  "Haha uncle, this is indeed a sacred place of Chinese Taoism, with a history of over 2,000 years, it has been said since ancient times. I'll tell you more about it later, hurry up and follow my master's painting"

  As soon as Yang Hao's voice fell, Zhan Sen suddenly realized that he had been a bit out of line and quickly followed the signal of his master. Before long, the scene was repositioned in a place called Qianyuan Temple, which was located at the top of a mountain. The vermilion buildings with a glossy finish made people feel solemn and mysterious. On the bluestone ground in front of the gate, a Taoist altar had already been set up. Yu Zhuo stood beside Yi Yang Shu on one side of the altar, staring intently at the Xuanmen Taoist behind the altar. This person was the master of the evil Taoist, known as Yuanling Zhenren. He wore white clothes and held a dustpan in his hand. Although he was advanced in years, with silver hair and beard, his face was ruddy and his body was like Mount Tai. From a distance, he seemed to be an immortal descending into the world, just like Zhang Sanfeng's ancestor reborn.

  "Thank you, Brother Yuán Líng...” Yīyáng Shū stood up and made a fist-bowing gesture. However, Yuán Líng Zhēnrén didn't say anything, but instead smiled and stroked his long beard. Suddenly, the old man jumped into the air, several meters high. A small yellow stone appeared in his hand out of nowhere, shining brightly. He threw it at the corpse on the altar, and it flew straight into its mouth. After landing, Yuán Líng Zhēnrén started to move in a strange way, sometimes still, sometimes moving quickly. The onlookers' eyes were dazzled, feeling as if white shadows were darting around everywhere. Soon after, five figures of Yuán Líng Zhēnrén appeared at the five-pointed star positions around the corpse, making it impossible to distinguish which one was real and which ones were illusions.

  Jensen had long been familiar with China's mysticism, but Yuan Ling Zhen Ren's few moves made the patriarch of this bloodline also tongue-tied, his eyes not even blinking once.

  Then, the five Yuanshen True Men simultaneously raised their left hands, with their thumbs pressing on their middle fingers, and stood at the edge of their mouths. They closed their eyes and began to chant a strange incantation, which was different from any incantation we had ever known before. It wasn't in Chinese, nor did it seem to be in any language that could be understood. The sound was clear, yet the words were indistinct. The voice was like the buzzing of mosquitoes, but it was crystal clear to the ear. Although it entered the ears, no one knew what was being chanted. After about a minute, except for the Yuanshen True Man above the corpse's head, the other four split bodies suddenly transformed into four white streams of air and returned to their original body. The Yuanshen True Man opened his eyes and took a Soul-Capturing Bell from in front of the altar. He loudly chanted: "Heaven is clear, earth is spiritual, all things are awakened. Listen to my command, open the corpse's eyes... rise..." As soon as he finished speaking, the Yuanshen True Man's Soul-Capturing Bell shook once, and the bell sound was extremely clear and fine. Even Jensen and Yang Hao, who were listening through satellite transmission, couldn't help but shudder all over. The power of the Soul-Capturing Bell seemed to be not something to be underestimated, as it could directly affect a person's inner heart. The corpse in front of them suddenly opened its eyes after the bell sound, and with its heels as the pivot point, it stood up straight. Wu Zuo was startled by this sight and involuntarily hid behind his master's back. After all, a dead person opening their eyes and standing up would have a certain intimidating effect on anyone.

  "Master... Master~~ This is too ridiculous, right???? Didn't you say that the corpse-controlling techniques in the Mystic Sect are all fake??? What's going on here???" Yang Hao was about to ask, when Yu Zhuo, standing beside Old Man Yang, spoke out the doubts in Yang Hao's mind. Not just these two, even Zhan Sen had an expectant look on his face, waiting for Old Man Yang's explanation.

  "The Xuanmen technique is not fake, it's just that there are few people who truly understand the real skills. The wonders of Xuanmen have been distorted by many Jianghu practitioners. Even the resurrection of corpses can be explained scientifically. Let me put it this way: after a person dies, their surface consciousness will die first, that is to say, their subjective consciousness will die. However, a person's subconscious mind will still linger in the brain for a long time. If a practitioner can communicate with the deceased's subconscious mind, then they can naturally control its behavior. In ancient times, driving corpses and controlling corpses were common occurrences, well-known to every household. Living people would see it and avoid it... But during the Republican era, some people used the name of 'driving corpses' to smuggle and transport drugs. After the incident was exposed, the term 'driving corpses' was labeled as a scam. However, that's not true..."

  "Haha, Uncle Yiyang is indeed a dragon and phoenix among humans, he has mastered the two schools of Fu and Dan Ding as if they were in the palm of his hand. His future prospects are boundless, boundless ah~~~~" Yuanling Zhenren couldn't help but admire Uncle Yiyang's insight after hearing the conversation between the two.

  "It's nothing, nothing, Fellow Daoist Yu Ling is overpraising me..."

  "Hehe... you're right, communicating with the corpse's subconscious is the first step to controlling it, but at this time, the corpse doesn't have its own consciousness, they will completely follow human arrangements."

  "What does fellow Daoist mean?"

  "This undead creature is a product between a corpse and a zombie... You see..." Yuan Ling Zhen Ren said after he removed the talisman from the corpse's face, the body immediately lost control, jumping and hopping around. It didn't know what to do anymore, as if it had lost its goal, its master."

  "Yin and yang are mutually born, yin and yang are mutually transformed, the soul of the departed body, the spirit of the scattered body, follow my true words, quickly return to your position..." The True Person of the Original Spirit recited another incantation, and this corpse suddenly stopped all movement. After a while, it started moving again, but this time it had its own consciousness, but it seemed like that of a child, picking up the offerings on the altar and gnawing at them with an open mouth, then squatting on the ground like a little kid, walking around in circles before lying down to sleep.

  "Is this the way of the Original Spirit?"

  "Heh heh, listen to me slowly tell you... This corpse's spirit has died, its primordial spirit is broken... I used my Taoist skills to let its primordial spirit return to its original position. However, the primordial spirit isn't consciousness, but rather the innate energy one has at birth. Because the spirit, which is what you call subjective consciousness, has already died, only the primordial spirit remains in the body. Therefore, it only possesses instinctual reactions, just like a newborn baby, and can only eat, drink, urinate, defecate, walk, sit, lie down... everything else is unknown..."

  "How was this living dead person made?" Yiyang Shu nodded after hearing it and continued to ask.

  "You may have some understanding of zombies. Zombies are practitioners or people with power who do not want to give up their worldly attachments after death, so they are buried in a place with good feng shui. They absorb the essence of the sun and moon, waiting for the right moment to break through the earth and be reborn. Since ancient times, when zombies appear, they bring disaster to one side, first slaughtering their close relatives and then destroying their neighbors. However, zombies are different from living dead people, and living dead people are also different from what you call 'undead'... Zombies have a sense of self-awareness, apart from their yuan Shen (original spirit), they retain a part of their own consciousness, Shi Shen (recognition spirit). They suck blood to absorb the energy in the blood, the essence of human beings, to supplement their own loss of energy. Living dead people are just like this corpse in front of you, after being infused with some evil intentions, they have no sense of self-awareness, but are instilled with someone else's intentions. And these undead...". Yuan Ling Zhen Ren said, his eyes suddenly looking directly at the big screen, staring straight at Jensen.

  "Could it be... that he can see me through the satellite?" Jensen's heart immediately felt a chill from this gaze, and deep down inside, such a sentence emerged.

  "This Yuanling Zhenren is looking at what??? Ah??? Master is also looking?? Looking at me again????" Yang Hao looked at the screen where Yuanling Zhenren was staring at Jensen, and then looked at his master who was smiling at him. What's going on? Across half of the earth, and even outside the atmosphere with satellites, can't escape the eyes of Yuanling and Yiyang?"

  "This zombie is related to your bloodline....." Yuanling Zhenren stared at Jansen and coldly said a sentence, which exploded in Jansen's mind... You... This zombie is related to 'you'. This sentence was clearly directed at Jansen, it seems that Yuanling Zhenren is not an illusion, he really saw the Canadian bloodline elder Jansen, Kenney.

  Yang Hao couldn't help it anymore, he grabbed the microphone and shouted at his master...

  "Master, why are you smiling at me? Can you see me?"

  "Hehe... I have a mental image, I can see all your moves..."

  "Ah, Master Ah, it seems that after I get married, I won't even be safe in my bridal chamber..." Upon hearing Yang Hao's words, Yi Yang Shu was so angry that he almost spat out blood.

  "Phew... what do you take me for? This feeling, I can only sense it when you're paying attention to me. If your attention is not on me, even if you're right next to me, I won't be able to sense you. So don't worry about getting married..." Yi Yang Shu said with a shake of his head and a look of helplessness. Yuan Ling Zhen Ren also turned around and looked at him through the screen, smiling and chuckling as he gazed at Yang Hao. Then, he pulled Yu Zhuo to his side... "Come on, kid, clear your mind and try to transmit your thoughts into this corpse through your eyes..." Yu Zhuo stood in front of the corpse with a confused expression, and suddenly, a pair of human eyes met a pair of dead eyes. In less than 5 minutes, the corpse moved... Yang Hao looked at it in shock as it swayed back and forth, walking to Yi Yang Shu's side, kneeling down on the ground, and knocking its head three times. It stopped there...

  "What did you just transmit to him?" Yuán Líng Zhēn Rén asked with a smiling face.

  "I didn't think of anything, I told it that if you can communicate with me, go and kowtow three times to Master..."

  "Haha... Brother Yang, you see? Your disciple's cultivation is still limited. If it were a highly cultivated person with extremely strong mental power, after imposing a thought on it, it would become an undead creature. The incident of the undead in White Dragon Town 500 years ago was a fallen Taoist disciple who, in order to guard his ill-gotten wealth, slaughtered all the villagers overnight and then used his mental powers to infuse the corpses, making them attack anyone who came to investigate the truth or attempted to take the treasure. This led to the undead wreaking havoc on the town."

  "So that's how it is. Then, how were the zombies of today born? And what connection do they have with the Blood Clan?" Along with Old Man Yang's words, Yuan Ling Zhen Ren's gaze once again fell upon Janssen, Keni, this great elder of the Blood Clan...