Sha Lifei was full of complaints, with quite a temper.
He ca to find the "Corpse Forest" and finally got a clue: in that ruined temple, the old monks who built the statue of the Womb of the Earth Bodhisattva.
These old monks devoted themselves to ascetic practices all day, having long looked beyond life and death, seemingly losing all interest in worldly matters.
Living on basic tea and rice every day, just maintaining the bare minimum for survival.
How to die? When to die?
They no longer care.
But they wouldn’t commit suicide, violating the Sect’s rules.
These monks obviously knew so secrets of the "Corpse Forest," but neither soft nor hard tactics could make them talk.
So Sha Lifei ca up with a plan.
He spent his days with these old monks.
Whatever the monks ate, Sha Lifei ate as well.
When the monks ditated, Sha Lifei followed suit.
However, most of the ti, he would fall asleep not long after. Because of this, he discovered sothing strange.
Every night during ditation, he would just sleep whenever he wanted.
But those old monks were genuinely ditating, keeping a bit of clarity and never allowing themselves to fall asleep.
They were afraid of sleeping!
When Sha Lifei discovered this secret,
he also learned the reason that very night...
In his dreams, he ca to a terrifying place, absurd and eerie, watched by many creepy things.
Fortunately, he woke up after dawn.
Only then did the old monks reveal the reason.
The "Corpse Forest" indeed exists. The ancient battlefield’s terror wasn’t just due to nurous deaths but also influenced by the "Corpse Forest."
When the monks were building the statue of the Womb of the Earth Bodhisattva, they also discovered this. They were not afraid but rather exultant.
Although the "Corpse Forest" is frightening, it’s also an opportunity.
Practicing here can increase blessings and longevity, eliminate calamities, and ensure smooth reincarnation after death. Cultivators can also gain opportunities and achieve spiritual fruits.
Moreover, the "Corpse Forest" can fend off enemies and thieves and also expel so evil beings born from graveyards.
In short, the benefits are many.
But practicing this thod is extrely difficult, with few successes.
The monks painstakingly found the Corpse Forest Guardian thod, then stayed in this place, practicing day after day, year after year.
However, they failed.
Many years passed, and not a single person succeeded.
The monks grew old and died, having long been in despair.
So chose to leave this place, but no matter where they went, in the still of the night, they would dream of the "Corpse Forest."
It’s as if this nightmare had bound them.
Without exception, everyone returned to this place.
At least, there’s still a glimr of hope.
By now, even the old monks have no extravagant hopes left.
Their only wish is that by practicing the Corpse Forest Guardian thod for years, they might be protected and smoothly reincarnate after death.
The reason for not disclosing this is, firstly, to prevent others from repeating their mistakes, and secondly, to avoid unintentionally offending the "Corpse Forest" taboo.
However, in Sha Lifei’s eyes, these old monks were harboring ill intentions, wanting to see him make a fool of himself.
His quest for the "Corpse Forest" was not wrong, but he only wanted to find the entrance, prepare fully, and awaken his Divine Skills.
He did not want to be thrown in unprepared.
Lv San next to him was also worried sick.
He observed more clearly the deteriorating condition of Sha Lifei over these days; pale face, dark circles, and bloodshot eyes.
Continuous tornt by nightmares had already affected his ntal state.
Rattle!
Just then, Eagle Falcon Lidong flapped down.
Lv San received a few bamboo tubes from below, opened them in order, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Brother Yan is out of trouble over there. The first batch of pursuers from the Shu Prince Mansion has been completely eliminated. They’ve also discovered traces of the Ghost Sect and will join us after dealing with them."
"Daoist over there seems to have caught a big fish. We need to be ready and quickly join him. Brother Yan also found a chanism and needs your help loading it, giving it to Daoist for self-defense..."
Hearing the news from afar, Sha Lifei felt much better.
Especially Li Yan, from the start, Sha Lifei had followed him, watching him tackle every problem step by step, seeming to solve anything.
This gave Sha Lifei a glimr of hope.
"Let see what it is?"
Sha Lifei took the copper pipe, carefully examined it, and shook his head: "This is an Alchemist chanism, ntioned in the ’Thunderclap Fire Scripture’, and the Netherworld Fire Pistol also uses this."
"We still have so white bronze and Mystic Iron left; if made into needles and soaked in vermillion chicken blood, it will have the power to break curses..."
At this point, he suddenly paused.
Focusing on these things seed to slightly alleviate his inner agitation and fear.
"Damn it, anyway, I can’t sleep, might as well get to work!"
Sha Lifei stood up directly, holding the copper pipe as he walked outside.
The house they found was originally built by a Martial Artist, but later abandoned. Because they needed to roast tea, they also repaired the abandoned forge next to it.
At the furnace, Sha Lifei silently lit it and took out the stored tals from his luggage, slting them according to the thod learned from Master Lu of Jinzhou.
He focused intently, recalling Master Lu’s words.
"To forge iron needles, you must first hamr iron blocks into fine strips, draw them into wires, and cut them into blanks. Then file the tip sharp, hamr it flat and drill a hole to form a needle shape..."
"The needle blanks need to be carbonized by stir-frying and stead before quenching to harden. Finally, carefully polish them..."
"The iron needles used in Magic Artifacts require even stricter control of heat; one degree too much will ruin the materials, one degree too little, it won’t form..."
This Master Lu ca from the Zezhou Prefecture of Jin.
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