"With a single thought of Ming Xin, the ghost returns to the yang." After singing and bowing, the Turtle Mountain Taoist placed the heart into the prepared bamboo fra of the paperman.
Subsequently, the Turtle Mountain Taoist replicated the process.
"The liver governs water, entering the yang position of water."
"The spleen manages yang qi, entering the manager’s position..."
He took the woman’s internal organs out one by one and placed them into the bamboo fra.
Installing organs, ans placing the five internal organs, shaping the consciousness.
At this point, all five organs were installed, and the matter now concerned the consciousness.
Walking to the side of the woman, whose internal organs had been removed, the Turtle Mountain Daoist whispered softly in her ear: "Mao Qin, the five organs are in place. Look for your skin... where is it?"
"Where... where... where?"
The woman asked.
"It’s there.
The Turtle Mountain Taoist’s hands moved like a knife, cutting the ropes on the woman’s body swiftly. He held the woman’s hand, directing it towards a certain direction,
When her hand stopped, the woman’s fingertip pointed directly at the "Mao Qin" paper skin—the cloth and colored paper pre-painted by the Turtle Mountain Taoist.
Pointing to the "paper skin", the woman seed to be guided and slowly rose to her feet, moving towards it step by step.
Upon reaching it, the woman picked up the paper skin and began pasting it onto the paperman, piece by piece.
There were twenty sheets in total. Each sheet she pasted added a wax paper hue to her skin, while the paperman Mao Qin gradually took on the color of a living person.
As the woman pasted the paper, the Turtle Mountain Taoist quickly recounted the life mories of "Mao Qin".
This was shaping the consciousness, creating both the skin color of a living person and the mories.
Once all twenty sheets of paper were pasted,
the paperman resembled a living person, whereas the woman, who had been alive monts before, had beco a paperman.
"I... am dead... and you... are alive."
The woman managed to say, before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
anwhile, the paperman Mao Qin suddenly opened its eyes, expressing a hint of sorrow: "Xiao Er... Xiao Er..."
"Hush."
The Turtle Mountain Daoist promptly signaled for silence, and Mao Qin closed its eyes, speaking no more, as if peacefully asleep.
"How does it look? Sir, are you satisfied with this boy’s mother?"
The Turtle Mountain Taoist asked.
Zhou Xuan, having witnessed the entire process, patted the Turtle Mountain Taoist on the shoulder and said, "Old Turtle, I didn’t see it before, but you’re actually quite talented, not bad, not bad."
"I can do so things, but there are too many issues, Sir. I wish to rest a bit..."
The laid-back nature of the Turtle Mountain Taoist erged once more.
"Whatever happens, endure through tonight."
After Zhou Xuan spoke, he shifted the focus to Mao Qin: "This paperman Mao Qin, with organs in place, can now be controlled by you?"
"It’s obedient for now, but still lacks yang blood and living bones."
The Turtle Mountain Taoist pointed to the woman’s corpse on the ground and asked, "The matter of splattering blood and stripping bones?"
"Need to step aside?" Zhou Xuan appreciated the Taoist’s thought, understanding that such a bloody task should be spared from his view.
"It’s not sothing I’d make Sir handle personally. As for , I get a bit squeamish at the sight of blood... can’t quite bring myself to do it."
"..." Zhou Xuan.
Zhou Xuan barked coldly, "Do it thoroughly. Start, I have urgent matters at hand."
"Sir... Sir..."
"Old Turtle, rember what I told you, blood fills the sky... the remaining organ installation process, I won’t be spectating. Farewell."
Zhou Xuan imdiately departed on his day trip.
Within the Daoist Temple, the Turtle Mountain Taoist looked at the woman’s corpse, face full of dilemma. He truly couldn’t bring himself to take action, removing the organs was unseen and bearable, but
extracting blood and bones was simply too cruel.
"I said I wouldn’t do this... but Sir insists..."
Out of utter helplessness, the Turtle Mountain Taoist covered his eyes with a black cloth, grabbed a door bolt, and started pounding randomly at the woman’s body.
Extracting bones for the powder, instead of whole bones,
like chopping at, he pounded away fiercely.
...
Outside the Daoist Temple, Little Mouse Li Dazhu crept to the temple entrance under cover of night. Peeking through a crack, he saw the Turtle Mountain Taoist wielding the heavy door bolt, madly pounding the lifeless woman.
"This Daoist of Bi Fang is truly brutal, hamring soone into a pulp?"
...
After leaving the Turtle Mountain Daoist Temple, Zhou Xuan headed to the top floor of the teaching building, where the Painter, King Xishan, and the Music Master were drinking.
The liquor was provided by King Xishan.
"Sir, in the book you spoke of today, you repeatedly praised my sect, and in this drink is my gratitude, Old Xi."
Upon seeing Zhou Xuan, King Xishan imdiately lifted his cup... he clearly had a little too much to drink.
"We can drink later; let ask, where is Brother Peng?"
Zhou Xuan inquired.
"Brother Peng went back to Peng Town," the Music Master responded.
Zhou Xuan said, "Let Brother Peng co back. The four of us need to discuss a major matter—tomorrow, let Soul Shepherd City descend upon Mingjiang Prefecture."
Crash!
King Xishan was stunned upon hearing this, and the wine cup in his hand dropped, shattering on the ground...
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