Chapter 197: Chapter 171: Maoshan Corpse Cultivation Technique? Dude, Seriously, You Actually Believe That Stuff? (3)
"Calling you over in such a rush at this late hour, if there’s any offense, I hope Daoist Master can forgive me," Wang Ting spoke calmly.
"No offense, no offense at all," Ye Yunqing hurriedly waved his hand.
Wang Ting was more satisfied with this response and continued with a smile, "I saw in the records that you were originally from the Golden Core Sect, but later joined the Maoshan Sect."
"Yes, I did first study the Path of External Alchemy, then later joined the Maoshan Sect."
"If I’m not mistaken, even within the Daoist Family, the sentiments between sects run deep. How did Maoshan Sect accept you after you apprenticed with the Golden Core Sect?" Wang Ting asked casually, like old friends chatting.
"Because at that time, the state happened to open adult classes," Ye Yunqing blushed, speaking awkwardly:
"I attended for a few days, and in class, the teacher told us that mercury, lead, sulfur, and such are extremely toxic to the human body, yet these are essential for Outer Pills..."
"Understood." Wang Ting’s smile became somewhat unnatural, then he asked, "Could you tell me about the magic techniques of Maoshan?"
Finally, a topic matching his expertise!
Ye Yunqing unconsciously straightened his back, coughed twice, and began, "The Maoshan Sect actually refers to the whole of Upper Mao, Middle Mao, and Lower Mao. Generally, outsiders only know of Upper and Lower Mao in the Maoshan Sect."
"Upper Mao mainly refers to the legitimate Zhengyi Shangqing Sect’s Maoshan heritage. This branch was very popular during the Tang Dynasty, and Upper Mao includes Alchemy Dao, talismans, and legitimate ceremonial traditions."
"Middle Mao is relatively simpler; they are only responsible for preaching and safeguarding the Dao, and ignore all else. As for Lower Mao, their magic emphasizes practicality, so it’s more dark and bizarre. Techniques like black magic, witchcraft and gu, raising little ghosts, and curse killing from Southeast Asia all evolved from Lower Mao’s magic..."
While Ye Yunqing spoke of these, he felt a bit anxious inside and slyly made a diversion.
He not only beautified the image of Maoshan’s various Mao but also veered away from mentioning Lower Mao’s representative magic, redirecting it entirely to Southeast Asia to stress the point of not harming his own people.
After all, though the state encourages religious freedom, it also severely punishes feudal superstition.
He wasn’t sure if the next target for a crackdown would be his Qianyun Temple.
Because, until now, he still hadn’t figured out the purpose of calling him here so late at night.
After listening to Ye Yunqing’s chatter, Wang Ting was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up with intense eyes, "I heard there’s a representative technique in Lower Mao known as the Corpse Cultivation Technique?"
"Uh... yes, there is such a technique."
"In your understanding, can this technique transform a corpse into something like a zombie?" Wang Ting tapped rhythmically on the table, his eyes fixed on Ye Yunqing.
Hiss!
Ye Yunqing instantly broke out in a cold sweat, remaining silent.
Such feudal superstition, fishing for law enforcement?
Damn it!
Really want to target his Qianyun Temple?
"Rest assured, there’s no surveillance here, nothing you say today will get out," Wang Ting noticed his doubts and directly reassured him.
"In ancient times, people’s knowledge was relatively limited, so when someone fell into a shock, deep coma, or apparent death, they were often presumed dead."
"During the time of resting in a coffin or burial, if these people woke up, it would inevitably cause them to change positions, resulting in the false appearance of corpse transformation, while in truth, the person hadn’t died." Ye Yunqing explained cautiously, looking at Wang Ting.
"Are you saying the Corpse Cultivation Technique is fake?" Wang Ting sipped his tea and spoke lightly.
"Not necessarily... but I’ve never seen it. The world is vast, it may exist, it may not." Ye Yunqing lowered his head, sipping his tea as well, then raised his head affirmatively, "But if it does exist, it must be refined in a Land of Extreme Yin paired with a Spirit-Connected Corpse!"
"Land of Extreme Yin, Spirit-Connected Corpse..."
Wang Ting furrowed his brows, murmuring to himself.
Then, he cautiously asked, "This talk of Feng Shui..."
Hey, another topic matching his expertise!
"That’s undisputable, in so many years, my understanding of Feng Shui has never been wrong..."
Halfway through, Ye Yunqing suddenly shivered with a cold chill.
He suddenly had a bad premonition.
Sure enough, just as he looked up, he met Wang Ting’s appreciative gaze.
He really wanted to slap himself hard!
What was he showing off for? Was he living too long?
That murderer obviously wasn’t an ordinary person!
"Having a talent like Daoist Master is a blessing for Dragon Country," Wang Ting said with a smile, shaking his hand, and then firmly said, "Alright, thank you, Daoist Master. Remember, our conversation today must remain confidential!"
"Understood, I understand," Ye Yunqing quickly expressed.
"It’s late today, let’s send Daoist Master back first. Tomorrow we’ll need you to make another trip."
Before Ye Yunqing could respond, Wang Ting waved his hand, and the driver at the door respectfully gestured for Ye Yunqing to move.
The office fell silent. Wang Ting stood by the window, gazing at the bustling night scene, thinking of the serious expressions of those above before he came, and couldn’t help his own complicated feelings.
"Zombies? Do these things really exist..."
