Chapter 4: The Sutra of the Dead Person without a Form [Please collect]
Zhuo Bufan carried the old man back to the mass grave.
Corpses litter the mass graves. It was originally just a pit for dumping corpses, but as more and more bodies were dumped, the pit was filled up and turned into a hill.
The air is full of the stench of rotting corpses, and only scavengers like crows would like this kind of ghost place.
Zhuo Bufan didn't quite understand why the old man wanted to be here, but he followed the old man's request and put him on the ground.
"Wonderful, wonderful. There are thousands of corpses here. As long as I absorb their death energy, my injuries will get better."
"Damn Balrog, when I recover, I will definitely destroy your Balrog Island."
The old man screamed excitedly after seeing the pile of corpses.
Then he looked at Zhuo Bufan and said to Zhuo Bufan: "Boy, protect me. If you help me survive this disaster, I will accept you as my disciple and teach you unparalleled magic skills!"
Upon hearing this, Zhuo Bufan nodded firmly and said, "Don't worry, old man, I will never let others disturb your practice."
After hearing this, the old man sat cross-legged on the ground. Then he took a breath and performed his spiritual skills.
Zhuo Bufan stood aside and looked at the old man quietly, not knowing what kind of evil Kung Fu the old man was practicing.
The old man opened his mouth slightly, and a silver bead slowly flew out from his mouth.
After the silver bead flew out of the body, it floated in front of the old man.
Then I saw the old man wrapping his hands around the silver beads and starting to move.
As the silver bead rotated slowly, Zhuo Bufan clearly saw that a small cyclonic vortex was generated with the silver bead as the center.
The cyclonic vortex was spinning slowly, and wisps of silver-gray air began to float from the surrounding corpses, converging towards the silver beads.
Gradually, the cyclone became larger and larger, and the gas emanating from the surrounding corpses became stronger and stronger.
In the end, the entire mass grave formed a huge silver vortex, gathering like a ****.
Zhuo Bufan looked at everything in front of him in shock. Is this cultivating immortality?
Zhuo Bufan finally believed that he had come to an extraordinary place, and the people here had great power that reached the heavens and the earth.
After a while, the silver-gray death energy began to be slowly absorbed by the old man's silver beads, completely swallowing up even the last trace.
Looking at the entire mass grave, all the corpses were turned into white bones. When the wind blew, they turned into a puff of white ash.
But the silver bead was brilliant, and there was actually a trace of golden light swimming in it.
"Wonderful, wonderful, I didn't expect that my silver elixir would turn into a gold elixir." The old man shouted excitedly.
Then, he opened his mouth and swallowed the silver pill in one mouthful like a hungry wolf.
As the silver elixir entered his body, the old man's whole body suddenly began to tremble, and bursts of air were released from the thousands of pores on his skin, making his clothes vibrate and make a fierce sound.
His whole body slowly floated up, and under the moonlight, it felt like his entire body had a circle of silver light.
The despicable old man actually became extremely holy at that moment. If he were a mortal, he would have thought that he was some kind of god descending to earth, and he would have bowed and kowtowed to him.
However, Zhuo Bufan knew that this old man was not a good person.
"Save it first!"
Zhuo Bufan finally survived to this moment, so he decided to save a file in this place.
So he called out the three archive doors. This was the name he gave to the three stone doors.
"Overwrite the save of the second door."
"Archive!"
Zhuo Bufan was thinking about the word "Archive", and the next second, on the second door, what was originally written on the second door was "Mass Grave 2".
The previous save file of the second door's 'Snake Path' was no longer useful, so Zhuo Bufan overwrote it.
As for the first archived "Mass Grave", Zhuo Bufan thought it would be useful to keep it, so he decided to keep it.
After saving the file, Zhuo Bufan looked at the old man again. The brilliance on his body had slowly dimmed, and his whole body was slowly falling from the air.
At some point, a large group of crows gathered around the mass grave. After seeing the old man's recovery, this group of crows also quacked excitedly.
Groups of crows flew next to the old man and danced excitedly towards him.
"Phew! In this way, my injury will be stabilized and there will be no fear for my life."
The old man exhaled slowly, then opened his eyes and looked at Zhuo Bufan not far away.
"Boy, come here."
After hearing this, Zhuo Bufan walked towards the old man. The crows underfoot made way for him.
"You have a good heart, what's your name?" the old man asked.
After hearing this, Zhuo Bufan bent down and replied, "I'm Zhuo Bufan."
"Zhuo Bufan? Zhuo Bufan is a good name."
"Well, I keep my promise and accept you as my disciple now. From now on, you will be my disciple, Taoist Crow."
The old man calls himself Taoist Crow, which is quite appropriate. Crow likes him very much.
However, Zhuo Bufan was stunned after hearing this: "Accept me as your disciple?"
Zhuo Bufan refused in his heart. He felt like he recognized the thief as his father. After all, he knew what the old man's character was like.
"What, you're not happy?"
The Crow Taoist saw Zhuo Bufan hesitated, and his tone suddenly intensified, shouting angrily.
"There are so many people in this world who want to become my Crow Taoist apprentice and learn the spiritual skills of my Death Demon Island. How dare you hesitate?"
"If it weren't for you saving me, I would have killed you with one palm just because you hesitated for a moment."
Zhuo Bufan didn't think much about it. Facing this old devil who wanted to kill people at every turn, he knelt down and worshipped him.
I have to recognize the thief as my master. Now it's most important to stay alive.
"Damn, it seems that I really have to recognize the thief as my master, and this guy is moody. It's like living with a tiger. Damn, this choice is not good."
Zhuo Bufan suddenly regretted that he chose to save the old man. The old man was moody, and Zhuo Bufan had a feeling that he would die in his hands one day.
"Hahaha, wonderful, wonderful! Boy, since you are my disciple, I can't let you disgrace the reputation of my Death Demon Island. I will pass on half of the "Formless Dead Man Sutra" to you now. If you can comprehend it, you will benefit from it for the rest of your life."
After the Crow Taoist finished speaking, he suddenly put two fingers together, and a silver light entangled at his fingertips.
Then he pointed at Zhuo Bufan's eyebrows, and for a moment, a magical memory merged into Zhuo Bufan's mind.
"Formless Dead Man Sutra?"
This part of the memory is exactly the practice method of the "Formless Dead Man Sutra". It tells how to practice in order to cultivate a 'formless dead body'!
That's right, this "Formless Dead Man Sutra" is a method of cultivating physical fitness.
"Boy, eat this, it can assist you in your practice."
After the Crow Taoist finished speaking, he took out a black pill from somewhere.
From the pill, bursts of death energy were released, which made Zhuo Bufan feel very bad.
Zhuo Bufan's intuition told him that this pill was not simple.
He took the pill from the old man nervously, then pinched it between his thumb and index finger, hesitating.
"Eat it!" Taoist Crow saw Zhuo Bufan was hesitating again, and immediately got angry.
"Don't you believe in your master? Your master won't hurt you."
Taoist Crow was furious, and it seemed that he would explode at any time.
"No matter, I'll die! Anyway, I still have the archives, and I can try again if I die."
Finally, under the threat of Taoist Crow, Zhuo Bufan had no choice but to swallow the black pill.
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