Chapter 446 Screen

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 and 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 door to the secret room.

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 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.

Is this ossuary also 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's the use of a zombie with only bones left?

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 bronze 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. 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-building 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 was no longer alive. His eyes widened in fear, but he remained motionless.

His hands had all the 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 in a daze 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 let the spiritual thoughts of Zhang family ancestors 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 from the coffin, threw him aside, and ordered:

"Take it to feed the corpse later."

Then he muttered something in a mysterious way, and after he finished, he took out a copper bell with blood rope patterns from his storage bag.

It was the corpse-controlling bell that Mo Hua had been thinking about!

Mo Hua's eyes sparkled.

If he guessed correctly, the corpse-controlling bell would have a first-grade twelve-pattern spiritual formation.

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

And I have to think of a way to rob the visualization picture!

But how to rob it?

It's probably not easy to do it under Zhang Quan's nose.

Mo Hua frowned and calculated.

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

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He took out three iron cups and placed them on the table, then put the copper bell into the cups, and then poured blood water into the cups.

The blood water slowly seeped into the copper bell.

It was like the copper bell was drinking blood.

Mo Hua was lying on the beam, thinking quickly.

"Should I go outside to make some noise and lure Zhang Quan out..."

"Or should I call the junior brothers and sisters and rob him directly?"

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

"Boss!"

Zhang Quan was a little impatient.

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

Zhang Quan was offering sacrifices to the bell, and cursed inwardly, and ordered a corpse cultivator beside him:

"Go and see what happened."

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

"Boss, it's bad!"

Zhang Quan frowned, "What happened?"

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

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

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

Zhang Quan felt his blood rushing up, and a burst of heart-piercing pain.

He said in disbelief:

"How could none of them work?"

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

Zhang Quan felt cold in his heart.

He originally thought that the zombie village relied on the formation, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and was enough to keep the enemy out.

After he sacrificed the bell and awakened the iron corpse, he could go out and kill everyone.

At worst, relying on the formation, it would always be no problem to defend the village.

But he never expected that the formation he had worked so hard to build was broken?

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

It would be much easier for others to attack.

But...how is this possible?

Zhang Quan suppressed his anger and said, "I'll go and see."

But he frowned again after just a few steps.

It would take some time to complete the sacrifice of the blood altar bell.

This altar needs someone to watch it, but he doesn't trust others to watch it.

People who refine corpses have cold hearts.

Not only him, but all the corpse cultivators.

He didn't trust anyone in this village.

Zhang Quan looked around and looked at the corpse cultivators present one by one.

Other corpse cultivators lowered their heads silently when they met his gaze, not daring to look at him.

Zhang Quan snorted coldly and said slowly:

"Come with me, let's go out and take a look."

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

"Boss, do we need to leave someone to guard this altar..."

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

The corpse cultivator immediately said in panic: "I dare not."

Zhang Quan smiled sinisterly, "You all go out, I will close the door and seal the formation, and even mosquitoes can't fly in, you don't have to worry."

"Yes."

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

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

Zhang Quan was the last one to leave.

When he left, he sealed the screen.

After pinching some incantation and chanting some spell, the ink on the screen changed and turned into a dry ink landscape painting again.

Zhang Quan was still worried, so he checked around several times, and then he was relieved and went out carefully.

Before leaving, he locked the door.

Mo Hua stayed on the beam without moving.

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

He checked the house again and found no trace of outsiders. He was relieved and locked the door again. The footsteps gradually faded away.

Mo Hua snorted in his heart:

"You want to fool me with this little trick?"

Zhang Quan's every move was within his spiritual sense.

When Mo Hua's spiritual sense confirmed that Zhang Quan had indeed walked far away, he lightly fell from the beam.

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

It looked like an ordinary screen.

Mo Hua studied the screen for a while, and suddenly realized.

This screen is actually a top-grade spiritual tool, and the refining method is very special, no wonder it can hide from his 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 by others, or passed down from his ancestors?

But now is not the time to entangle this.

If you want to find a way, open the screen first, enter the altar, and steal the copper bell.

Mo Hua remembered that before Zhang Quan entered the screen, he chanted some spell and pinched some formula, and then the ink on the screen melted, revealing the hole.

Mo Hua also followed suit, pinched the formula, stamped his feet, and mumbled a lot of nonsense.

He himself didn't know what he was chanting, it was purely a matter of luck.

But obviously this was not a matter of luck.

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 to do and what to chant.

Mo Hua frowned and thought about it.

He remembered that Mr. Zhuang had said that everything has its appearance and its essence.

The appearance is just the appearance.

Its essence is the inner spiritual power running.

From this point of view, this screen also has the essence of spiritual power running.

And the spiritual weapon that controls the spiritual power is the formation...

Mo Hua looked at it carefully again, and finally found subtle formation patterns on the four feet and edges of the screen.

This kind of formation pattern is very small and obscure.

What's more troublesome is that Mo Hua didn't recognize it.

Even if he used his spiritual consciousness to deduce and calculate the complete formation pattern, Mo Hua didn't know what formation it was.

He could only make a rough guess based on his knowledge of formations.

The formation on this screen should be related to sound and appearance.

Chanting the mantra is the sound, pinching the incantation is the image.

Only when the mantra is chanted correctly, the incantation is pinched correctly, and the sound and action are correct, can the formation be opened.

But Mo Hua is not sure what formation principle is used, whether it involves the five elements, or other formation rules.

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

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