“Characteristics?”
For a moment, I was still not reacting, what is the characteristics.
As far as I know now, the strength of the Auspicious Yin God does not require death. It is not like the Auspicious Yang God, where the soul and spirit roam in the world, visible only to those with a connection.
Wu Jinluan did not immediately remind me, he was allowing me to ponder.
"Characteristics…" I muttered under my breath, and my pupils suddenly constricted.
"Ding Ruo Pu's body is in the process of refining to feathers. She is a Yin Corpse, Dai Hong, she is directly a refining-to-feather evil corpse. The elder in Wu Ling is even more extraordinary; his two hands are different. He mentioned the old Qin head and Ding Ruo Pu. He said some things."
"As for Mao San, I don't know what his physical characteristics are and how they differ from these people. However, the common point is that he is very fond of corpses. Yes, he wants to obtain real human corpses and refine them into Yin Spirits!"
"Old Qin head…"
I did not continue with the analysis.
Things that have already happened in the past, there is no need to mention to Wu Jinluan.
Old Qin head's goal is to have me control plague demons, which would make my body bone exude immense Yin Qi.
That is why the necessary condition for channeling the Yin Spirit is for a living person to act like a corpse?
Living, it is easier to become an Yin Spirit, after death, the difficulty increases linearly. For example, Dai Hong was the first to die and then followed a path nearly approaching Yin Spirit. This should be a case of twists and turns, such as Ding Ruo Pu and Wu Ling Master, even Mao San are completely different?
So Yun Jin Mountain will definitely fail, they believe that achieving Yin Spirit is just an incomplete stage of Yang Spirit. So they used their ancestors' flesh and blood, drew seals, and wanted to pass on the ability for someone to achieve Yin Spirit?
The idea was good, but in fact, it was a complete mistake.
"The soul of the Yin Spirit may be just the soul of a true person, but the body is different. A living person behaves like a corpse and walks in the Yang world, able to withstand Yang Qi, similar to the existence of plague demons, but plague demons do not have a physical body. To achieve a Yin Spirit, a physical body is needed to bear it. But what if the physical body cannot bear it?"
"Then Yun Jin Mountain has no Master's descendants. If he is poisoned by more than one body parasite and attacked by his own demonic thoughts, I fear he will become another terrifying existence."
Wu Jinluan said gravely.
I thought of Mao Zhan.
Mao Zhan is not just a real person trapped in the true parasite realm of the Three Body Parasites?
The Master's descendant does not have the strength of Mao Zhan, but he is still a real person, and with the identity of a Taoist, he will be much stronger than Old Gong. If he becomes mentally confused by then, it will lead to endless troubles.
Thinking about this, I have to take a step outside.
Wu Jinluan reached out and stopped me.
"I know that Master Luo and Yun Jin Mountain have a good relationship, but as you just said, the descendant of the Master did not stand up to respond to any of the words spoken by Mr. Liu, the eldest elder of Li family. This is enough to show his high-handed nature. The Gongxiang Daoist also couldn't say anything to him. If you go there now and say something, it is likely to cause resentment, and even harm your relationship with Yun Jin Mountain."
"Old Gong said a few words. He's a ghost; Yun Jin Mountain won't hold it against him. It was also a reminder."
"There are already many troubles in front of us."
What Wu Jinluan said is correct.
I placed my hand on my forehead, trying to rub out the tension.
"Rest well, Master Luo. Things might get out of hand tonight with Mr. Wei, the headmaster." Wu Jinluan added again.
"I'll walk you to your room, Mr. Wu." I escorted Wu Jinluan to the door, watching him go inside before returning to the bed.
Actually, I had a good rest yesterday, and I'm not sleepy at all.
Just like Wu Jinluan's reminder made sense, I forced myself to fall asleep.
Just as I closed my eyes, they suddenly flew open.
"Yin Spirit..."
"Yang Spirit..."
I locked eyes with the ceiling beam above.
Then, I let out a heavy sigh.
"Old Qin head, you're completely wrong."
I finally understand why Old Qin head initially gave off an impression of having calculated everything under the sun and moon, without anything he couldn't calculate. However, later on, he made mistakes here and there, and could never bring his calculations to a concrete conclusion.
Because, he took the wrong path!
At least now, at least in my understanding, a clear answer is presented to me.
To become a Yin Spirit is to become a Yin Spirit, and to become a Yang Spirit is to become a Yang Spirit. There is no possibility of overlap between the two.
Indeed, the Yang Spirit can manifest, and so can the Yin Spirit.
Just, this can only happen on the bodies of two people.
Yang Spirit, a Daoist with enough cultivation, possessing a formidable righteous aura and high-level refinement.
Yin Spirit, one covered in filth, akin to the existence of a plague spirit.
Covered in filth, how can one become a Yang Spirit?
Yang Spirit is death, and Yin Spirit is life. This simply doesn't hold up.
Old Qin head made a mistake, so he miscalculated, and thus he was wrong everywhere. Ultimately, he turned himself into three parasites, and he has been unable to recover since.
Ding Ruipu may have achieved his thoughts, becoming a Yin Spirit first.
The reason why she can still become a Yang Spirit is truly a case of twists and turns. I used the High Heaven Sword to pierce her mouth, achieving the effect of military disintegration. The Yang Spirit-level artifact completely purified the Yin Qi in her corpse. Additionally, she is a White Feather Good Corpse with not much resentment.
If any step is wrong, Ding Ruipu cannot become a Yang Spirit; she would only be a ghost with Yin Spirit.
After understanding all of this, my heart feels extremely melancholy.
If I really followed Old Qin head's everything to practice, in the end, I would only become a living ghost? Either I ate the plague demons, or the plague demons ate me?
It is rumored that Mao You San lost to him in a hexagram.
Actually, did Mao You San lose?
He didn't lose at all.
Old Qin head wanted too much for himself, which is why he had problems.
If he didn't want both, his achievements would have been higher than Ding Ruipu's.
That might also be the reason why Ding Ruipu is helping me.
It wasn't just a case of misfortune and fate that I helped her. She knew that this was the only way to help her. By chance, I managed to do it.
My heart feels uncomfortable, as if it's blocked.
I sat up, sitting cross-legged, with my hands forming mudras, reciting the Five Purification Sutra to dispel the inner unease.
I have no reason to be too upset about this. Old Qin head was wrong, so he died, and he died before Mao You San. This already suggests something.
Just, many things may sound easy to say, but they are not that simple to do.
After a long time, I finally entered a state of concentrated mind.
By the time I released the mudra, it was already late at night. In front of me floated a head, and a person stood there.
"Master, you're not in a good mood, are you?" Old Gong licking his lips.
"Mr. Wei is not in a good mood either, he's leaving to see a doctor. You also don't have to be too sad about Mao Sheng's affairs." Old Gong added again.
What I am thinking about is not Mao Sheng, but Old Gong doesn't know this.
"Old Xiao Mao, who knows, might just have turned a disaster into fortune." Old Gong didn't pause in his words as he continued speaking.
"Turning a disaster into fortune?" I had been jumping for a while, my thoughts were pulled back by Old Gong.
"What kind of fortune could he have? With his leg and arm broken, standing up is already difficult." I shook my head directly.
"That's what I mean by breaking through to rebuild. But he broke too much. It would have been better if he hadn't been disabled. However, with his talent, he might not even become a true person after another thirty years of practice. But as long as he survives this time, you just wait and see how strong he'll be, that's all I'm saying," Old Gong rolled his eyes and said.
"What about broken arms and legs? He can still recite spells and wield swords in a wheelchair, isn't that even more focused?"
