Chapter 477 Raw Ink, Cooked Ink, Immortal Ink

call……

Cold wind poured into the Ghost Eye computer room.

The sweet scent of flower pulp floats in the air.

Bai Mo hugged the three apprentices and sat next to the "hard drive" to read the information.

The more I read the expression, the weirder it gets.

"This... is really fake..."

[The level of the Immortal Dynasty is strict, with sequence seven and below. After death, the ashes are burned, and the ashes can be used as materials for cultivating immortals]

[Sequence six to sequence four, after death, you can have a tomb and a coffin]

[If your cultivation level reaches sequence three, you can build a cemetery]

[The royal tombs of past dynasties were strictly guarded]

[However, the imperial mausoleums in history do not know where they are hidden, and they have become a mystery in history]

[Oh, I really want to know where the imperial mausoleum is! 】

Bai Mo twitched the corner of his mouth.

This kid still wants to know about the Imperial Tomb?

[Among the fallen immortals, there is a particularly disgusting and abominable school called "Corpse Stealing Style"]

[The corpse of an immortal is actually a good thing]

[An immortal starts from being a mortal, undergoes various cultivations, undergoes promotions one after another, learns knowledge, absorbs heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and is recognized by the order of immortality]

[After they die, the knowledge and treasures in their bodies will also be preserved in some special form]

[As for the corpse robbing stream, these are the things they are targeting]

oh?

Bai Mo rubbed the fat heads of his three apprentices and sighed.

What an eye-opener!

…

call……

A cold wind blows.

The huge hole in the ground was dug deeper and deeper, revealing new soil and broken walls.

But there were more than a dozen young and middle-aged men, wielding shovels, digging downwards, sweating profusely.

Poof!

Poof!

Shovel after shovelful of soil was thrown away by the shovel.

From time to time, there was a sound of "dang", but it was the shovel digging into the wall of the mausoleum.

Iron Pen Immortal stood nearby, smiling as he watched his disciples dig graves.

“Hahaha, not bad, not bad, dig in quickly and work harder!

"Master can't wait!"

The apprentices were digging graves hard and wiping the sweat from their foreheads with strange expressions.

Is there something wrong with this Iron Pen Immortal?

Are you so happy digging your own ancestral graves?

But they only complained in their hearts, but never dared to speak out.

…

In the Ghost Eye computer room.

Bai Mo hugged his disciples, squinted his eyes, and continued to browse the documents left by the ancient immortal.

[The ancient immortals who have heard about the corpse-stealing trend have various methods, with the formation method, talisman method, and divination methods being the most rampant]

[They invented many methods, many strange ways]

[Some people put the corpse of the immortal in their bed and sleep with the corpse to make the corpse tainted with popularity]

[There are also some who burn the corpse into ashes and smear it on their face, and then scrape it off after seven days and nights, so that the ashes are stained with people and the Tao Yun contained in the ashes can be reactivated]

[There are also some who burn the corpse to ashes, eat it, and then pull it out, allowing the ashes to go through the reincarnation of grains, contaminating the popularity, and reactivating the Tao Yun]

[I have only heard about some of the principles]

[The specific implementation of these magic techniques is much more complicated than this]

[Moreover, sleeping with the corpse of an immortal in your arms, or letting the ashes go through the cycle of grains inside your body, will take away a person's vitality and shorten his lifespan]

[This kind of weird magic that benefits oneself at the expense of others is really... makes me jealous]

"Cough cough cough..."

Bai Mo coughed, took out the water glass in his pocket, and took a sip of tea.

He was really a little bit surprised by this evil ancient immortal.

…

Iron Pen Palace.

In the huge earth pit and the newly dug mausoleum, the disciples were already standing aside.

Iron Pen Immortal personally took action and pulled out a huge coffin from the soil!

"Hahaha, good, good, good, I found it!

"The body of Iron Pen Immortal has been dug up."

The disciples nearby, stepping in the dirt and holding shovels, congratulated the master one after another.

"Congratulations, Master, for finding the Iron Pen Immortal!"

"Hahaha, Master, is this useful?"

"Master...uh..."

call……

A cold wind blows.

The blow cooled the sweaty hair of the disciples.

They suddenly realized what exactly they had just heard? What did you say?

That's right?

Iron Pen Immortal, dug up the body of Iron Pen Immortal?

But seeing the Iron Pen Immortal who was still alive, he looked back at his disciples and laughed.

“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid.

“This living Iron Pen Immortal is the original owner of the Iron Pen Palace.

"As a teacher, I later took over his Iron Pen Palace and enjoyed the resources he had accumulated throughout his life. By the way, I also took his title of [Iron Pen Immortal].

"Don't be afraid, this is not a supernatural event."

All the disciples laughed and laughed, not knowing what to say.

Even if it is true as Master said... the story of a dove occupying a magpie's nest is actually quite scary.

But he saw the Iron Pen Immortal raised his hand and slapped the "Iron Pen Immortal"'s coffin lid to pieces.

"Brother, I used your elixir palace, your face, your wife, and your savings in the past to make my life very nourishing!

"Today, you give me your last helping hand and lend me your body.

"Brother, I am so grateful!"

…

[The most uncomfortable thing in the world is knowing that there is something good, but you don’t know how to use it]

[The most uncomfortable thing in the world is that others know how to use it, but they don’t tell you! 】

[His grandma’s fault, I absolutely hate these body-stealing dog thieves]

【Teeth itching with hatred】

[As a result, my teeth started to itch. Oops, inspiration came to me! 】

[This medicine will be the masterpiece of my life. When used in the Snow Deer Holy Land Cemetery and on the corpses of the elders of the Holy Land, it will make the corpses stronger than drought demons! It will definitely bring real surprises to those dead body-stealing rats! 】

[Snow Deer Cemetery will surely be famous in the Fairyland]

After a eloquent text, there is the prescription written by this ancient immortal.

This is a Sequence Six prescription, which requires the assistance of a knowledge container to refine it.

The medicinal materials used are quite expensive.

"This... text zebra, seven-star osmanthus, Fox Mountain doesn't have them."

Bai Mo browsed the prescriptions, thought for a long time, and came up with a way to bypass these medicines.

Then I frowned and thought about the pharmacology and efficacy of this medicine, and actually laughed out loud.

"Hey, this prescription is really interesting."

He stood up, said goodbye to brown sugar buns and braised pork buns, touched the heads of his two apprentices, and left the computer room with white earrings.

"Let's go to the warehouse."

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call……

Cold wind poured into the hall.

The Iron Pen Immortal strode forward.

Several apprentices carried the newly dug black mummy and walked behind.

Then I saw that the main hall was divided into three parts, and in each part, there were disciples busy.

In the first part, there are four or five disciples making "raw ink".

That is, the corpse of the immortal dug up in the backyard was smashed and chopped into pieces, then thrown into the millstone, and ground into powder with a "shashashasha".

These powders are the so-called "raw ink".

The second part is a white mist rising from a large barrel that blurs the boundary between the real world and the dream world.

After passing through the present world, the black ink stained by popularity dripped down from the white mist and flowed into the vat.

The two apprentices kept adding water, blood, and some medicinal materials into the bucket. After the blending was completed, they scooped out a large, dark gourd.

This black juice is the so-called "cooked ink".

The third part covers the largest area and has the largest number of people.

Three hundred tables were arranged horizontally and vertically.

Three hundred apprentices each stood behind the table, waving their talisman pens, dipping them in cooked ink, and drawing talismans on pieces of human skin!

Swish, brush, brush...

One pen after another, the pen moves like a dragon or a snake.

Each talisman has complicated strokes.

Tiebi Immortal has many disciples, three to four hundred!

And these three hundred disciples, in the past three years, have learned no other skills except drawing this talisman.

As of today, they are all ready!

The Iron Pen Immortal grinned, put his hands behind his back, and shuttled between them.

When I saw the apprentices who were splashing with brushes and ink, they all had white hair on their temples, wrinkles at the corners of their eyes, and their eyes became cloudy.

But every bit of the breath of life was sucked away by the dead ink as the ink was splashed!

"Is the Dead Man Mo from Sequence Six already so frustrated and angry?

"Aren't my disciples unable to draw a single stroke of my brother's dead ink?"

The Iron Pen Immortal smacked his lips.

After thinking for a moment, he smiled again.

Regardless of the high-end goods, these three hundred apprentices are just enough to help him draw the talisman for another three years!

"Master has taught you your craft for three years, which has taken a lot of effort, time, and materials.

"You have been helping Master for three years, which has wasted your anger, your lifespan, and your life.

"One drink and one peck, it's fair enough."

He looked and laughed as he walked.

Behind him, the apprentice who made cooked ink came up with a nervous expression.

“Master, it’s time to collect cooked ink again tonight.

"But...will something happen over there in Xizhou?"

The Iron Pen Immortal sneered.

"What the hell can happen!

"What are you afraid of?

"Afraid that the Immortal Committee will catch you?

"That would be too high a view on them.

"Afraid of being poisoned by the boss in Xizhou?

"This is ink, and you don't drink it in your mouth. What are you afraid of?"

…

It was dark, but the lights were still brightly lit in the office.

Wow…

Chairman Chen Shu sat behind the table, poured hot water into his tea cup, picked it up and took a sip.

The warm tea flows down the throat, seeming to dispel the sleepiness in the body.

"Oh, I'm so old."

He rubbed the dark circles under his eyes.

Although he is also the apprentice of the Tiebi Immortal, he has almost no understanding of the affairs of the Tiebi Palace.

Even the Iron Pen Immortal had forbidden him from dreaming a long time ago...

He drank tea and looked at the computer screen, seeing surveillance images everywhere.

These pictures are large and small, some are returned by fixed cameras, and some are returned by drone cameras.

They are all pitch black, and they are all public toilets and dry toilets near Zhaojiacun.

In the chat window on the right side of the computer, messages pop up from time to time.

[The septic truck has entered Zhaojiacun]

[The fecal extraction truck has begun to pump out the village public toilets]

[Remote identification is completed, the driver of the feces pumping truck is not involved in immortality]

[The drone has landed on the septic truck]

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call……

The night wind is cold.

The stars and moon shed clear light, illuminating Zhaojia Village.

The feces pumping truck has finished emptying the village toilet and is driving slowly along the road to Zhaojiacun Primary School.

On the top of the septic truck, a drone is parked quietly.

The various sensors installed on the drone also work with the lights turned off and are extremely low-key.

Soon, the feces extraction truck arrived outside the wall of Zhaojiacun Primary School.

The driver got out of the car and looked for the manhole cover on the ground.

Separated by a wall is the public toilet of the primary school.

And in that public toilet, white earrings and white tears, wearing fairy energy vine armor, holding an empty bottle, just walked out, and were taken back to Fox Mountain by the white mist that blurred the world and the dream.

…

Brush, brush...

In the alley, several dark figures moved quickly, following the excrement truck from a distance.

But it was a few immortal magic committee members wearing exoskeleton armor.

They followed and reported to the mission channel from time to time.

"everything is normal."

"everything is normal."

On the roof of the septic truck, the drone is always stationary, the sensor is always running, and it is always transmitting signals.

In the car, the driver held the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and yawned.

"Ah...fuck, driving in the middle of the night is so tiring!"

In the huge metal tank at the back of the carriage was the excrement soup he had collected along the way.

The driver didn't know that he was just working on duty as usual, but he actually attracted the supervision and attention of the Fairy Committee!

Neither the driver nor the Immortal Committee knew that the huge metal tank filled with half a can of dung soup contained not only a mixture of solid and liquid dung soup, but also an inkstone!

At this time, as the feces pumping truck drove, the feces soup in the tank was shaking.

In the dung soup, black spots, like drops of ink, are gathering towards the inkstone!

A faint white mist rose from the inkstone, blurring the boundary between the real world and the dream world. This little bit of ink was sent to the dreamland of the ancient stylus pen immortal!

…

when……

when……

The lunch bell rang in Fox Hill.

Bai Mo stood in front of the door of the Bronze Hall and saw fiery red figures running down the mountain and from the workshop, converging into a red torrent. Amidst the noise of "嘘嘤嘤" and "嗷嗷嗷", Rush to the cafeteria.

And in the cafeteria, the warm aroma of pumpkin toast also floats!

A heart-warming smoke floated over the canteen!

"Those disciples of the ancient immortal, do you have lunch?"

Bai Mo suddenly thought of this question.

The fairy dream lasted for one night, nearly ten hours.

The disciples of the ancient immortal often had to dig soil, plant grass, engage in construction, and do various manual jobs.

"Gu Immortal should at least give the disciples a lunch, right?

"Those disciples held hostage by the ancient immortal are also pitiful people."

He shook his head and sighed.

…

Wow…

In the Iron Pen Palace.

Black ink dripped from the white mist into the vat.

Iron Pen Ancient Immortal was mixing ink with his two apprentices.

“Hmph, it’s quite possible that the ink today was poisoned by the boss of Xizhou!

“But it doesn’t matter.

“Our immortal ink is a mature immortal technique that has existed since ancient times.

"We can also handle all types of poisonous ink."

Tiebi Guxian lifted up the sleeve of his right hand with his left hand, grabbed a hemp-brown lemon with his right hand, and dripped the lemon's oily juice into the bucket.

“This is called [Sealing Steam].

"Hahaha.

"If you drop this numb brown lemon juice into the ink, the ink will never evaporate again.

"No matter what kind of poison is mixed in this ink, as long as it doesn't corrode the talisman pen or the talisman paper, it doesn't matter."

As Gu Xian spoke, he threw away the squeezed lemon, took out an ordinary talisman pen from his arms, dipped it in the ink in the vat, and gave it a try.

“It’s really not corrosive.

"Hahaha.

"Very good, there is nothing wrong with this ink, just use it as you should.

"Scoop it up and send it to the brothers!"

Goodnight everybody!