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"What kind of magical power does this corpse have?" Hearing the other party's description, Ma Jin's curiosity increased.

"Ma Gongzi, the iron slave still looks like a human being, but in fact, he is infiltrated by the yin qi in the earth's veins every day, and then soaked in secret medicine, the eight veins of the strange meridians in his body have already changed, and his muscles and bones and flesh are refined like steel and iron, and he is not afraid of swords, guns, crossbows and arrows. If he appeared in the army one day, one man could be worth a thousand soldiers.

The two armies face the enemy and send corpses, which can easily take the opponent's leader level among 10,000 people. Liu Daoren stroked his beard lightly and opened his mouth to respond. What he said was not false, although the general Dao magic power was powerful, it was easy to be dispersed by the condensed blood and murderous qi in the military formation. This corpse of oneself is completely different, annihilating divine consciousness and focusing on refining the body, so it is very little affected by blood qi in the military formation, and it is very useful in secular battles.

"Oh?" Ma Jin and Fan Yu both had expressions of disbelief on their faces, this kind of Dao magic power, the two of them had never heard of it before, and this was the first time they had heard of it.

It's just that what the other party said was conclusive, so they couldn't help but believe it.

"If you don't believe it, you can order someone to take a knife and slash it, and you can try it. Liu Daoren said very confidently. He sacrificed the corpse today, not just for the two of them, but also to let Ma Jin's father know, and then use it to advance.

A few years ago, Liu Daoren had already thrown himself into Ma Tong's mansion, wanting the other party to help introduce him to Liang Hou's side. It's a pity that Ma Tongju respects himself on the surface, but in his heart he only treats him as an ordinary cultivator, which makes Liu Daoren a little disappointed, and he wants to leave several times. Just thinking of the mission of the master, he patiently lurked and waited for the opportunity.

"Really?" Ma Jin nodded at Fan Yu. Seeing is believing, hearing is false. Since the Taoist described this corpse as miraculous, he also thought of trying it.

When Fan Yu received the order, he immediately walked to the servants on guard outside, drew a big knife, and returned to the corpse. Immediately, he let out a low roar, stomped his feet on the ground, and then clenched the big knife with both hands, and came to split Huashan with a move.

There was a dull sound of "choking", but seeing that the corpse was motionless in place, he was forced to bear the knife.

The big knife slashed, and the corpse's clothes were cut in half, but the skin was not much damaged, leaving only a shallow mark on the surface.

On the contrary, because Fan Yu used too much force, the tiger's mouth was faintly numb.

"Ma Gongzi, how is it?" Seeing the two of them open their mouths in shock, Liu Daoren smiled slightly.

"Sure enough, when I go back, I will report to my father and tell him that he has great magical powers. At that time, maybe Liang Hou will still be summoned, and if he gets the praise of Hou Ye, the Taoist Chief's establishment of the Taoist Academy in Wanshan Mansion will definitely succeed. ”

"Poor Dao, thank you for the good words of Ma Gongzi," Daoist Liu said and rang the bell again.

The upright corpse received the order, and immediately walked forward, and finally stopped in front of a half-man-high rockery two feet away.

Under the gaze of everyone, I saw that the corpse suddenly waved its fist, as if a series of cannons rang out on the surface of the fist, and the huge stone immediately split apart, leaving a ground of rubble.

At this point, Ma Jin was completely convinced, and said with a somewhat excited expression: "Dao Chief, since this corpse has such great magical powers, why bother to order someone to get the heads of the two thieves before, and directly send the corpse to the door to kill them into meat sauce." ”

"Gongzi doesn't know, the corpse of the poor Dao has not yet been successfully refined, and once it comes out of the Yin Gathering Array, it is easy to be known by the Daoist Academy. It's better to use these sharp weapons in key places......"

"I don't know how many days it will take to take the lives of two people," Ma Jin still asked unwillingly. He didn't want to wait for a moment now, now that there are many forces in Wanshan Mansion, if he wasn't afraid that his private actions would ruin his father's big business, Ma Jin would have sent the dead to kill the two of them, why bother.

"It will take three or five days at most, and the poor road will capture the souls of the two scholars, and then Ma Gongzi can be nailed to death with a talisman, so that they will never live. ”

"Good ......" got an accurate answer, Ma Jin didn't stay in the courtyard for long, turned around and left with Fan Yu.

Seeing the two disappear, Liu Daocai sighed and took out two Yin Fu dolls from the cloth bag.

One of his eyes was red and flashed with a strange light. The other, somehow, didn't respond, much to his baffling.

Could it be that one of them has great luck? Liu Daoren secretly speculated. If that's the case, you still have to make another plan, and don't let humanity lower karma on you.

In fact, when Fan Yu summoned Liu Daoren to kill the two scholars, he had the intention of refusing, but he had a request for Ma Tong's judgment, so he could only follow for the time being.

In the eyes of ordinary people, cultivators are high up and can kill mortals at will.

In fact, this perception is completely wrong, because the secular people are protected by human luck, and if the cultivators kill them at will, it will inevitably lead to the resentment of humanity to lower their karma.

Ordinary people can say that their luck is not strong, and after being killed, their resentment is minimal, and the cultivators can naturally resist it.

However, Confucian students are different, Confucianism has practiced the way of governing the country for thousands of years, and its foundation has long been deeply rooted in humanity, and it has the blessing of great luck. This is also the reason why Confucianism does not have supernatural powers, but it can be passed down for thousands of years.

Confucianism has good luck, and the scholars under its command are naturally protected. If you kill them rashly, the resentment karma will definitely be unbearable.

He once heard that a hundred years ago, there was a great Confucian dissatisfied with the Taoist Academy, so he wrote a book to scold the Taoist Academy, saying that the Taoist priests did not produce, and the country and the people were harmed, so His Majesty sent an army to cut down the mountains and destroy the temple, and produce the Taoist Academy.

When the emperor believed, such a fallacy was naturally not accepted.

It's just that the Confucian scholar not only scolded the Taoist Academy, but even brought the Taoist Venerable into it, which aroused the dissatisfaction of some cultivators. At that time, a sword cultivator came to the door and swung his sword to kill this person.

As a result, the sword cultivator did not end well, and soon after he came back, he was attacked by humanity, and his own seven orifices bled to death.

After this incident, the Taoist Academy's actions were somewhat restrained, and although its power was becoming increasingly large, it did not dare to be reckless in involving the government, for fear of attracting a backlash from humanity.

In Liu Daoren's opinion, the two scholars don't even have official bodies, so naturally they can't have so much luck. However, Liu Daoren acted cautiously, and still ordered someone to steal the heads of the two and use secret methods to kill their luck. Wait for his luck to fail, and then he will fight and kill at will.

It's just that he didn't expect that one of them's luck would be completely undisturbed by the Yin Fu Doll, which made him feel a little tricky.

It seems that only one person can be eliminated first and an explanation can be given to Ma Jin. As for the other scholar, put it down for the time being, and make plans later.

The light in the inn was like beans, and Chang Jin sat at a wooden table, holding a book in his hand, and studied silently.

However, this scroll is not a treatise on the scriptures and righteousness used in the imperial examination, but a note written by a Confucian scholar named Yuan Zicai in this dynasty, called "Miscellaneous Records of Different History". It tells the various experiences of Yuan Zicai when he traveled to the fourteen states of the Dayan Dynasty, which is interesting to read, and one of the stories has attracted Chang Jin's attention.

It is mentioned that there is a Xiucai surnamed Tan Jinxuan in a certain county, who was studying in the room one day, and somehow was in a trance, and suddenly became a villain, floating in the air, looking back, shocked to see that the body was still sitting in front of the desk.

Xiucai was panicked at the time, and he didn't know why.

At this moment, a neighbor came to borrow something, knocked on the door and heard it everywhere.

Tan Jinxuan panicked when he heard the noise, and walked around the room, like a mouse looking for a hole, trying to get into the body in front of the table, but the knock on the door was like thunder, so he was frightened and fainted. When he woke up, he was back in his body, looking around for a small person, but there was no trace of him. Tan Xiucai was extremely scared in his heart, only when he encountered a ghost, he got madness, and he couldn't stop crying. Later, his family asked for medical medicine, and it took half a year to treat him, and he gradually improved.

When Confucian scholars read this story, most of them would think that it was absurd, and they would forget about it after reading it.

Chang Jin didn't think so, in his opinion, the description in the book should be the situation of the yin god out of the body, and then the soul was injured. I had a similar experience when I was out of my body for the first time.

It's just that what puzzles him is that this Tan Jinxuan is just an ordinary scholar, and he hasn't cultivated the Dao like himself, so how did he let the Yin God break out of his body.

Could it be that Confucian students don't need to cultivate, but they can directly make the Yin God out of the body? Thinking of this, Chang Jin became slightly excited. If this conjecture is really true, Confucianism will also be able to create its own magical spells in the future, and it will no longer be the monopoly of the Taoist Academy at that time.

It's a pity that cultivation is easy and difficult to create, although Chang Jin has ideas in his heart, he doesn't know where to start.

He held his mind and continued to flip through the pages to see if there was a similar description in the book. I finished a scroll and didn't find any useful information.

This made Chang Jin a little discouraged, blowing out the lamp and sleeping on the bed. Somehow, the more irritable my heart became tonight, and I couldn't sleep at all. He simply sat up on the bed with his knees crossed, and the yin god floated out of his body, raised his sword, and rose to a height of several feet.

Hunting in the wind, the lights are dim, and Chang Jin's heart suddenly feels indescribably happy. Looking up at the sky, the stars are brilliant, and there is more darkness between the stars, which contains an elusive mystery.

One day, he will achieve the realm of true immortals, and even earth immortals and heavenly immortals, and he will be free and easy outside the world with his sword, go to the moon for nine days, and catch turtles in the five oceans, how free and easy, happy and free.

The more he moved towards the depths of the void, the more Chang Jin felt that there seemed to be an indescribable coercion in the dark sky, like an invisible net. And his yin god is like a fish in a big net, struggling and jumping, trying to break through this bondage

Unconsciously, Chang Jin Yin God had reached a height of more than ten zhang, and he knew that this was already the limit of what he could reach. Even if you are unwilling, you can only stop temporarily.

Standing proudly in the air, looking down on the vast earth, it seemed to be the same color as the darkness of the void.

In the vast world, alone

This feeling made Chang Jin feel a little more cheerful. It was a long time before he returned.

"Huh" just walked a few feet away, Chang Jin stared down, and couldn't help but exhale softly.

I saw two clouds of black fog running quickly on the street not far away, and looking at the direction they were traveling, it was the inn where they and Wang Qinian lived.