Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 312 Zhang Lingyu's "Three Corpses"

Since Taiyin wants to play, Yan Huan can only accompany him to the end.

There was no scent of elves in the air. The sky was clear, the stars were sparse, and the silver moon hung motionless in the sky, reflecting the tranquility and coolness unique to summer nights.

"Oh, and you, Master Gong."

Yan Huan walked towards the yard, and saw Gong Qing kneeling on the ground with lifeless eyes, staring at the ground blankly, his mouth slightly open, and his breathing intermittent.

His hands hung limply at his sides, and there was no life in his body. Only a dazed, empty shell remained.

"Um--"

Yan Huan thought for a while, and then with a few crisp "pa pa" sounds, he slapped Gong Qing's face mercilessly.

Gong Qing's cheeks turned red from being slapped, but his eyes regained some clarity in an instant.

He blinked suddenly, as if waking up from a dream, and looked at Yan Huan blankly. Then his legs went weak and he fell backwards.

"Let's talk about the Northwest Elves..." Yan Huan grabbed Gong Qing's Taoist robe and lifted him up like a chicken. Gong Qing's feet were hanging in the air, and his legs were struggling and kicking back and forth.

During this trip to the northwest, Yan Huan arrived at the small town of Lenghu on the edge of the Gobi Desert ahead of time as Gong Qing had said. However, the person in charge of the connection, "Quan Xing", cut down trees in the protective forest for profit and was arrested before Yan Huan arrived.

During this trip, there was nothing but yellow sand all over the sky, and not even the shadow of an elf was seen.

Gong Qing shook his head in disbelief and twisted Yan Huan's wrists with both hands. "Since that man has been arrested, why can I still receive news from him?"

"Guess." Yan Huan did not answer Gong Qing's question. He loosened his hand and the little Taoist boy suddenly fell to the ground.

Gong Qing's position as the leader of this generation was not well recognized in the Quanxing Sect. The plan to attack the mountain failed and he was already a lost dog. Now there is no hope that he can contact the northwest again and send people to find the elves hiding in the yellow sand.

However, Gong Qing had lost his position as the head of the sect, but he still retained his identity as the "mastermind behind Quan Xing's attack on the mountain." Yan Huan thought that perhaps he could use him to exchange for some useful information from the East China or North China branches.

"That's all." Yan Huan stuffed a small piece of flesh into Gong Qing's forehead and completely controlled him.

Yan Yue pushed Tian Jinzhong forward slowly. The old Taoist with red eyes was still frightened and nodded to Yan Huan.

"I really didn't expect that they were coming for me. Now it's all thanks to you."

Yan Huan bowed in return and asked, "Is Elder Tian still feeling unwell?"

"I felt a little nauseous just now, but I feel better now..."

"That's good."

Taiyin was peeled off but there was nothing unusual on his body. It seemed that He had not gone so far as to hide in Old Tian’s soul.

"Mr. Tian, ​​the Quanxing in the mountains won't cause any trouble, so you can just stay here without any worries."

"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyue, stay here. I'm going to look for something."

Yan Huan gave his two younger sisters some instructions, then stood up and ran straight towards the commotion.

In the front mountain, Yan Huan stepped on branches and quickly shuttled through the woods. After a while, he stopped in an open space and looked ahead. He saw three "Quanxing" passers-by who were struck by lightning and their bodies were charred black. They were breathing weakly and had fainted.

Not far away, two figures were fighting fiercely, with swift moves and overflowing energy.

Zhang Lingyu stood on one side with a solemn expression and sharp eyes, while the one confronting him was a tuberculosis patient with a sickly face and dark circles under his eyes.

"How did these two people collide with each other?" Yan Huan hid among the dense branches and leaves, observing the battle situation.

The air around seemed to be stagnant, and a quagmire-like Qi filled the air, damp and sticky. It was difficult to tell who was responsible for this strange aura.

"Master Lingyu, your golden light is broken..." Tu Junfang raised his head slightly, with a hint of joy and fatigue in his voice.

"I finally got to see it. It can be said that my dream has come true! Let's take a look at what the three corpses of the high priest of Mount Longhu look like!"

Black energy surged throughout Zhang Lingyu's body, and mist rolled continuously, lingering around him like thick ink.

He knelt on the ground, his hands pressed tightly against his chest, breathing heavily and rapidly. His white pajamas were covered in dust and mud, his belt was loose, his hair was disheveled, and he no longer looked as handsome as he once was.

The black fog suddenly churned violently, and with a "swish" sound, a scorpion tail suddenly shot out from the fog, and the barb at the end of the tail glowed coldly under the moonlight.

"Is this one of Zhang Lingyu's three corpses?" Yan Huan continued to observe secretly. Although the most urgent task was to find the whereabouts of "Taiyin", that guy did not set a deadline, which did not prevent him from staying here for a while.

After all, who wouldn't be curious about the three corpses of Lingyu Zhenren...
"By the way, I also had the idea of ​​killing the three corpses before." Yan Huan looked down at Tu Junfang and sat down on a thick branch.

The name "Corpse Demon" comes from the fact that Tu Junfang is best at controlling the "Three Corpses".

Corpse means the god.

There are three dantians in the human body, each with a god residing in it, collectively known as the "Three Corpses", also known as three insects, three Pengs, three corpse gods, and three poisons.

The upper corpse was named "Peng Ju"; the middle corpse was named "Peng Tu"; and the lower corpse was named "Peng Ji".

The Three Demon Sect where Tu Junfang belongs, although the name seems to be related to the devil, is actually an orthodox and upright sect.

The core of its practice is to cultivate and restrain the three inner desires - anger, greed, and ignorance.

When the disciples of the Three Demon Sects practice, they usually choose a quiet and secluded place, use magic to guide and amplify the desires in their bodies, make them gradually manifest, and train them.

These desires can not only be controlled during the practice, but can even be used in combat. By controlling these materialized three corpses, practitioners can gain powerful combat capabilities.

However, the ultimate goal of the Three Demon Sect's practice is not to rely on the Three Corpses to fight, but to kill the Three Corpses in order to completely get rid of the troubles of greed, anger, and ignorance and achieve unprecedented inner peace and transcendence.

Historically, the Three Demon Sect did have a method to kill the three corpses. Unfortunately, during the Anti-Japanese War, the Three Demon Sect's "killing the three corpses" method was lost because Tu Junfang's master accidentally died in the war.

Those who kill the three corpses will have a bright future. Although the Three Demon Sect has an idealized description of this, it also has fatal flaws.

If the three corpses are not cut off, when a person is extremely weak before death, the "three corpses" will go completely out of control and devour his heart, causing him to do horrific things - this way of dying is not only extremely painful, but also the greatest insult to practitioners.

The three corpses of Tu Junfang are: the upper corpse is a bee, the middle corpse is a snake, and the lower corpse is a woman, which is in line with the saying "The mouth of a bamboo snake and the sting on the tail of a wasp. Both are acceptable, but the most poisonous is the heart of a woman."

"Coupled with scorpion stings and horse poison, the spotless Lingyu Zhenren, could it be that something happened to him because of a woman?" Tu Junfang smiled and shook his head.

Love is difficult to overcome and the roots of love are impure. It has been like this since ancient times.

I finally got to see the three corpses of Lingyu Zhenren today. It was a bit surprising, but not amazing.

"But why did it only condense into a corpse?"

Just as he was wondering, the quagmire of Yin energy surrounding Zhang Lingyu changed again. As his anger grew stronger, the black energy around him became thicker and thicker, gradually turning from nothingness into substance and transforming into a ball of dark and sticky liquid.

The liquid seemed to have life, flowing along his body, surrounding him and wrapping him tightly.

The sticky black water kept surging, clinging to Zhang Lingyu like a living thing, trapping him completely. The "three corpses" finally revealed their full appearance.

The upper corpse is an angry bird with broken wings; the middle corpse is a perfect ring; and the lower corpse is a beautiful woman with a scorpion-like tail and barbed thorns.

"Interesting..." Tu Junfang said in surprise, as the pitch-black jade was already smashing towards him.

Swish!
Even Yan Huan, who was hiding in the dark, did not expect this scene.

The one who specialized in "Yin Wu Lei" encountered the poisonous enemy King Scorpion Spirit, and the pig of the Kidney Water Element was infected with "Inverted Horse Poison", which should have been the most difficult to deal with, but Zhang Lingyu's lower corpse was not as cruel and violent as the upper and middle corpses. "Yin Wu Lei——"

Damp and sticky "Yin Lei" rolled out from the sleeves of disheveled Zhang Lingyu, and his cold eyes, revealed through the gaps in his hair, stared fixedly at the front.

Over the years, Zhang Lingyu has always regarded the fusion of yin and yang with Xia He as his own inner demon.

If one's determination to practice Taoism is not strong and one loses the Yuan Yang, one will no longer be able to practice the Yang Five Thunders and will no longer be perfect.

Tu Junfang's "Three Corpses" method mercilessly revealed the "imperfections" in the deepest part of his heart.

The "Three Corpses" were triggered, and Zhang Lingyu's emotions were completely detonated and could no longer be suppressed.

"Cangtan in the Northern Territory!"

Gulu, gulu, gulu...
Click!

Before the dark thunder spread to the surroundings, a flash of light suddenly appeared in the dark forest.

Yan Huan, Zhang Lingyu and Tu Junfang looked towards the light source together and saw the old Taoist Zhang Zhiwei scratching his head in embarrassment.

“Hehehe… the picture can’t be taken clearly without the flash, you guys continue, you guys continue…”

Zhang Lingyu was slightly stunned, and the three corpses around him also became quiet.

“Master… Master!?”

broken!

Zhang Lingyu lowered his head in annoyance. He first used his body to block the graceful beauty beside his feet, then reached out to grab the bird with broken wings. The bird was very angry. It turned around, flapped its wings and slapped him in the face.

"Master, I..."

Zhang Lingyu wanted to say something but stopped himself. The "three corpses" around him made him feel as if he was stripped naked. Humiliation and anger intertwined and grew wildly in his heart.

The old Taoist priest didn't look up, just stroked the screen with his fingers and curled his lips.

The pixel of the phone is not high, and he doesn't know how to turn on the night mode, so the photos taken by this stupid apprentice are not clear.

"Alright, alright, stop looking so sad. Can you really hide what's in your heart from your master?"

“The mind is firm, the road is long and difficult, and a heart that never wavers is the magic weapon to eliminate the three corpses and nine insects. I’ve told you this, and you have to figure it out yourself. You have to walk the future path by yourself.” Zhang Zhiwei put the phone back into his robe and walked forward slowly.

The "Quan Xing" corpse demon instantly tensed his body.

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at him and asked, "Have you bought the ticket to enter the mountain? The repair fee approved by the management office afterwards will be paid from the money sold in the scenic area..."

Tu Junfang kept his mouth shut and lowered his head. He rummaged in his pocket with his right hand and handed over a crumpled bill.

“Buy...buy..."

After saying that, the poisonous bee ran towards Zhang Zhiwei with the ticket in its beak.

Swish!
Zhang Zhiwei turned sideways and slashed his hand, and the corpse exploded like foam, and the ticket fell slowly into the palm of the old Taoist priest.

Taking advantage of this gap, Tu Junfang hurriedly fled out of the mountain.

"I actually bought it... Since when did Quanxing become so rule-abiding?" Zhang Zhiwei pointed and slashed the ticket, then glanced at the tree where Yan Huan was hiding.

"Xiao Huanzi, stop hiding. What are you doing sneaking around there?"

Swish!
"Looking for something. Longhu Mountain is too big." Yan Huan jumped down from the tree.

Seeing this, Zhang Lingyu's heart sank.

"Yan Yanyan... Fellow Daoist Yan... you... you have been... watching... from the side?" Zhang Lingyu asked stutteringly.

Yan Huan patted Zhang Lingyu on the shoulder and consoled him, "I just didn't see it just now. You haven't collected these three corpses yet."

"Hmm..." Zhang Lingyu lowered his head and looked down at the corpse posing at his feet. The beauty was hugging his thighs tightly and rubbing them with her cheeks.

"Master, Fellow Daoist Yan, please listen to my explanation!"

"Oh!" Yan Huan and Zhang Zhiwei smiled at each other, then helplessly spread their hands and shook their heads.

They both knew that Lingyu Zhenren, who had an immortal appearance, a pure heart and few desires, was honest and simple-minded, and ignorant of worldly affairs. Compared to the insignificant desire for a corpse, how to face the anger of "imperfection" and the greed for a "perfect self" was what he should prioritize right now.

The two ignored Zhang Lingyu, who was at a loss and trying to explain himself frantically. At this moment, a dark shadow appeared from the woods.

Rongshan rolled up his sleeves and strode forward with a heroic look on his face.

"Why are you here?" Zhang Zhiwei asked with his eyes slightly opened.

"Master!" He pointed at the Taoist boy who was dying on the ground, "Tsk! This kid actually disguised himself as someone from the mountain and wanted to attack me! Humph! Which fellow disciple on the mountain don't I know? How could he deceive me?"

"I asked you why you are here! Didn't I ask you to look after Old Tian?"

"Hey! Master, Uncle Tian and I have been very quiet, no one has come over..."

"Stupid!" Zhang Zhiwei cursed angrily. His junior fellow apprentice had no ability to protect himself. If anything happened, he would end up dead.

Yan Huan waved his hand and took over the conversation, "Old Heavenly Master, don't be angry. This time Quan Xing attacked the mountain, it was indeed aimed at Elder Tian. But the things in the mountain have almost been resolved."

Rong Shan took a breath of cold air when he heard this, "You mean..."

Swish!
Without thinking, he hurried towards Mr. Tian's residence.

"How come these two evil disciples are so stupid..." Zhang Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still frightened.

"I was wondering why those two kids were still lingering in the mountains at night. Did you plan to attack the mountain?"

"It's a coincidence. After all, I'm a sorcerer, not a warlock."

Zhang Zhiwei took a long breath, and together with Zhang Lingyu beside him, he bowed and said, "Thank you. If this is true, the Tianshi Mansion owes you a great favor."

"Old Taoist Priest, you are too polite. But having said that, we do have to consider this favor." Yan Huan knew the old Taoist Priest's temperament. There was no need to go around in circles when interacting with someone who was both skilled in the arts and had the skills. He simply came straight to the point and said it.

"Hahahahaha, count it! Count it now!" Zhang Zhiwei laughed.

Yan Huan asked, "Old Heavenly Master, may I ask if there is anything hidden in your Heavenly Master's Degree?"

As soon as the words fell, the air seemed to become stagnant, and the wind blew away the scent of soil and rotten leaves in the forest. The damp smell became stronger, and as the branches swayed, a few drops of accumulated water dripped from above, splashing on the ground with a slight sound.

The look in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes gradually solidified, the curve of his mouth softened, and he said in a low voice: "Xiao Huan, are you joking or..."

"That's not it! I need to know whether the thing in the mountain that the old Taoist priest mentioned is hidden in such a tricky place."

Zhang Zhiwei was stunned for a moment, then he smiled comfortably and said, "No, no..."

(End of this chapter)