"Sect Master, this is the only magic we have left in the Maoshan lineage!" The teacher's palace held a yellowed old book and respectfully placed it on the table in front of Wang Chen. Wang Chen picked it up and turned over a few pages. It was a handwritten notes. The traditional Chinese characters written in the brush were piled up like a fly head, mixed with abbreviated cursive script and essay texts, and there were no punctuation marks.

Even though Wang Chen was born in Chinese, he was very difficult to read. It was filled with a lot of pronouns such as lead, mercury, dragon, tiger, and cinnabar, and a large number of Taoist nouns, which made him feel numb and his brain hurt.

Wang Chen hurriedly closed the secret book and cursed in his heart: "Whoever tells me in the future that secret book can be understood by time travelers. I'm anxious with him! Without punctuation, modern people, as long as they are not studying that subject, I'm afraid they won't even understand the Analects of Confucius. What's more, this cultural circle is relatively closed, and is full of Taoist books with a large number of references and secret texts, except for those disciples and disciples of the same lineage, others can understand a ghost!"

He put down the secret book and smiled at the commander Gong, "No need, I can't understand this secret book, so you can just demonstrate it."

The teacher's palace worshiped: "The disciples obey the order!"

The Master Palace respectfully brought Wang Chen to the Mingtang in Yizhuang, where there were several coffins of different new and old. The little apprentice followed them and rushed to take action. The Master Palace came to an old coffin and explained to Wang Chen: "Young Master, go down to Maoshan lineage, and the Taoist rituals are all started with the human corpses. There are many impurities and dark places..."

Wang Chen nodded and said, "I know, you can open the store!"

The commander palace sued the crime, and pushed his hands on the coffin board with his luck, opened the half-pull coffin lid, revealing a corpse of a man with a blue face and a lifelike face. The coffin lid was a little decayed. When it was opened, the smell of rotten wood hit Wang Chen's nose. However, after careful identification, there was also a smell of Chinese medicine ointment oil inside, which did not smell the stench of the corpse.

Wang Chen carefully distinguished it for a long time and found that there was no rotten smell, so he came up to watch.

The teacher's palace explained: "I went down to Maoshan lineage and had thirteen types of corpse arts, six types of ghost arts, and twenty-nine other mixed learnings. Now I am mostly lost. The only secret skills left behind are just these few hands that cannot even be called magic! First, it is this method to preserve corpses."

"The ninth ancestor obtained from the strange coffin left by the young master, there is a secret medicine for ointment oil that can preserve the young master's body for decades. Just like a living person, the ninth ancestor is inferred that the anointment oil applied by the young master must be the secret medicine for immortality in the upper realm. The ninth ancestor is a genius, and uses magic power to get from the young master's coffin..."

Speaking of this, the commander Gong carefully looked up at Wang Chen, and found that he did not have any unexpected expressions, and then continued: "I stole a little elixir of immortality and learned many corpses and magical medicines from it. It can save dead people and raise corpses, so that the corpses will not rot. On the night of the coldest night, the blood of the corpses will not freeze, the complexion will be rosy, and the hair will be complete."

"There is also such an operation?" Wang Chen didn't know how to express his inner complaints: "You can develop this function of nutrient solution by you. Is that Jiugong's ancestor full of Chinese medicine skills? He can use traditional Chinese medicine to imitate the function of the nutrition solution in the Viagra! This black technology, which is billions of dollars in public relations in the 21st century, can win the cutting-edge medical technology that won the Nobel Prize in Physiology. Your ancestor can copy it by using traditional Chinese medicine. Is it true that traditional Chinese medicine is unscientific? This is the pre-skill to open the cultivation skill tree!"

The Master Palace was still sighing there: "I thought that the Nine Lords ancestors had recovered 70% of the time, but they should have touched the 50% secret of the immortal medicine in the iron coffin. When it comes to preserving the corpse, the effect is slightly worse. Later, the medicine even realized many secret medicines that transformed the body of the corpse, such as the iron corpse medicine applied to the iron corpse, which can penetrate into the muscles and bones of the corpse, and train it like steel and invulnerable swords and guns. Before I could pass the Taoist method of expelling corpses in Maoshan, an iron corpse was like a heavy armor, with great force, and one could defeat a hundred people. It was extremely powerful."

"I didn't expect that the preserved corpse was just the fur of the immortal medicine in the iron coffin. This immortal medicine... can actually be immortal." The teacher Gong bowed to Wang Chen and said, "Shame! Young Master! The secret medicine of Maoshan is compared to the medicine that has not changed its appearance for decades to be used by the young master..." The teacher Gong covered his face and said nothing.

Wang Chen had the courage to pinch the body of the "iron corpse". Sure enough, the touch was like rubber, with a leathery gel feeling. The teacher's palace was a little ashamed of the effect of his secret medicine, but he didn't know that Wang Chen was also shocked. He thought to himself: "Although he couldn't figure it out, the touch... was just like rubber. It is said that those who practice hard qigong can train a layer of anti-strike film under the skin through long-term strike training. Compared with the secret medicine for corpse refining, it is simply a slag!"

"This medicine is almost as good as the rubber fruit!"

"No wonder it's invulnerable to swords and guns. In ancient times, the quality of cold weapons, if you cut this corpse, it might be hard to cut off the skin! And under the skin of this 'iron corpse', I don't know what the fat has been trained to by these Taoist priests in Maoshan. Most of the time it is, the more powerful and faster the non-Newtonian fluid strike, the harder it is."

The Master Palace told Wang Chen that the secret medicine of Xiamaoshan was also very serious. At that time, gold, silver, copper and iron and the legendary Feitian Yasha were left. Among the five kinds of strange corpses, only the secret medicine for smelting iron corpses were left. Moreover, the most important secret method of expelling corpses was lost! Even if there were a few copper armored corpses left before, they could not be driven. This iron corpse was still accidentally obtained a corpse with a particularly good qualification. The old Taoist priest couldn't help it, so he secretly refined it, and now he can only watch it.

"I'm ashamed! We master and apprentice can make some money by relying on the prescription left by the Ninth Master that makes the body not rotten."

"Oh? Then how do you make money?" Wang Chen immediately cheered up when he said that he made money.

"We masters and apprentices make a living by burying dead people with secret medicines. The Nine Lords's ancestor left several secret medicines to restrain the blade. If there are corpses killed by swords and guns, if the family members want to bury the entire body, they will ask our masters and apprentices to go there. After touching the anointing, the knife edges of the corpses will be put away, and they will be covered up and they will be invisible."

"This is our prescription for going down to Maoshan to cure corpses. At that time, we drove away corpses and welcomed the enemy. There were many injuries. But some of them were burned. I used this secret medicine to repair it..."

"There are also people who preserve corpses. When doing funerals, we have to ask our masters and apprentices to come over and apply secret medicine to the corpses. They will not decay for dozens of days. When the spirit is stopped, they will look good and have no taste."

"There are also some wealthy families, old men and old ladies who do weddings and funerals. In order to look good, they have to spend a lot of money and use the best secret medicine to make the corpse look rosy and lifelike, so that they appear filial. There are also drowning, burning, and hanging people. No matter such a corpse, with the ability left by the ancestor, I can guide him clean."

"Since ancient times, the cost of weddings and weddings is huge. The Chinese people are in the warehouse and are thrifty. Only those two major events are willing to spend money. Although your business is not good, it is probably not expensive to accumulate money." Wang Chen sighed.

Although the things these master and apprentice do are inferior, I am afraid they are also a big family. The reason why they look quite poor should be to keep a low profile.

After all, making money through funeral is not the right way. If the master, disciple, and widow, they will be jealous of others, they will be innumerable troubles and may even have to sue. Such restraint will also show the wisdom of the teacher and the commander's palace to deal with things.

Wang Chen thought this way, and suddenly slapped his head and asked the teacher Gong, "Your secret medicine can be used on corpses, and it should be used on living people! The medicine that collects the knife edge is the best golden sore medicine! If the secret medicine for making iron corpses is used to practice external kung fu, wouldn't it be easy to get it done? It can make the corpse rosy complexion. If a young medicine is to beautify the young lady, wouldn't it be a magical beauty medicine?"

Wang Chen was shocked as he spoke. No wonder Xia Maoshan was once the number one left-hand man in the Ming Dynasty. Such things leaked from the cracks of his nails were also treasures that could create hundreds of billions of dollars in his era!

The teacher Gong came to Wang Chen and whispered: "When the young master said, the secret medicine for collecting the knife is indeed a good golden sore medicine, called "Jinyu San", which is more effective for living people. The secret medicine of iron corpse is also a secret ointment oil for external kung fu in "Zombie Fist". However, if there is no internal zombie Fist method of Chenzhou Yan family, those who practice with this medicine will lose their pain even if they can practice kung fu that is incomprehensible to swords and guns. After three or five years, they will gradually become numb, like a living corpse. When they are numb even when they are breathing, they will practice themselves into an iron corpse!"

"And no one thought that the young beauty could be used on living people. Who would apply this bad thing to the dead? Moreover, the reputation of our descendants in Maoshan is really bad, and the disciples of the disciples are fifty-three years old this year! Before we ask for the old Taoist. When the old Taoist is in the beginning, it is still the time when we descend to Maoshan to the peak..."

"It turns out that all your family are single dogs!" Wang Chen widened his eyes and pointed at the Master Palace and said, "You asked me to be your young master... Wouldn't that hurt me? What kind of grudges and grudges do I have with you... Forget it!" Wang Chen waved his hand, and did not look at the Master Palace with a confused look on his face, and sighed, "Tell me the serious business!"

"I roughly guessed why you don't sell medicines... These secret medicines are so precious, revealing a little bit. You all have countless troubles, and it's not as easy as eating dead people's meals... You make a lot of money. In this world, selling beauty and skin care products may not necessarily make a lot of money. You make a lot of money. For those wealthy families, in order to make a reputation for filial piety, they can splash out the mountains of gold and silver without blinking."

"Women's money is easier to make than men's money, and children's money is easier to make than women... But the best thing to make is the money of dead people!"

The teacher's palace smiled and said, "What the young master said is that the resources for our master and apprentice to practice are earned by the dead... People dislike us for being unlucky and come to cause trouble, otherwise our master and apprentice would have no idea which desolate grave we had been buried in."
Chapter completed!