The sarcophagus was filled with quicksand and disappeared instantly after opening the lid. This was something Zhong Sheng never expected.

There was yellow sand all over the ground, filling most of the tree hole.

The yellow sand flowed away, and the 'right master' inside was finally revealed.

A Taoist statue has his eyes closed tightly, his hands clasped on his chest and abdomen, forming a complicated mudra.

If you listen calmly, without breathing or heartbeat, you will look like a dead person.

However, the expression of a dead person is not lifelike, and the skin and muscles are still shiny.

More importantly, there is no rancid or moldy smell in the sarcophagus, which shows that the Taoist body has not been damaged.

"Corpse transformation?"

Zhong Sheng's eyes stayed on the Taoist priest's face. The skin and flesh on his forehead were growing outward, and the outline of half a Ganoderma lucidum appeared.

The roots of Ganoderma lucidum are still flesh and blood, and when they grow to the ends, they are completely lignified and have clear texture.

"Monkey, don't move."

The white ape hooked its tail around a corner of the sarcophagus, hung upside down in front of the Taoist priest, and tried its best to stretch out its claws to reach the Ganoderma lucidum growing on the Taoist priest's face.

When Zhong Sheng saw this, he shouted, "Don't touch the things on the dead people. Who knows whether they are poisonous or not.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

The ape shrunk its paws angrily, quite unwillingly.

The tree cave in the deep mountain and the sarcophagus buried in the ground are a bit weird no matter how you look at them.

Zhong Sheng also thought about the legend of Zhongnan Mountain. Many practitioners went to the mountain to live in seclusion and died here and were buried here. Could it be that the sarcophagus Taoist was one of them?

The stranger that my second uncle met back then was also in Zhongnan Mountain.

"Forget it, I don't want the things anymore, let's go."

Zhong Sheng greeted the ape, this thing is weird, try not to move.

Just when he was about to close the coffin lid and continue to move the Taoist and the sarcophagus underground

The Taoist opened his eyes, a layer of purple smoke appeared in his eyes, his lips moved twice, his expression changed, and the Ganoderma lucidum on his forehead trembled twice.

"Who is coming to disturb my spiritual practice?

Zhong Sheng took a few steps back with the ancient sword. The ape was frightened and jumped behind Zhong Sheng. He held Zhong Sheng's calf and stretched his head to see.

"You old boy, are you a human, a monster, or a ghost?"

"How dare you, I am a Qi practitioner from Zhongnan. If you dare to destroy my secret practice room, why don't you come up and die."

Zhong Sheng wanted to be polite at first, but when he heard the Taoist's words, a bad feeling rose in his chest.

Speak well and you won’t listen, right?

Without saying a word, Zhong Sheng twisted his sword and stabbed. The cold light of the ancient sword illuminated the tree hole.

I don’t care if you are pretending to be a ghost or not, I will strike straight at you and see if you can bear it.

If you can bear it, I respect you as an old god. If you can't bear it, you will never die.

When the Taoist saw him wielding his sword, he panicked. Then he looked at the appearance of the ancient sword and hurriedly defended, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"

Pfft, the ancient sword pierced the Taoist's lower abdomen, came out through his back, and hit the inner wall of the sarcophagus with a crisp sound.

"You, you... you are such a loser."

The Taoist raised his trembling index finger and pointed at Zhong Sheng angrily, "Can't you just listen to what I say before taking action?"

"This fierce ancient sword is called Bu Xiangrao, and I gave it to your elder."

After a while...

Zhong Sheng and Monkey were respectful, kneeling and sitting under the big tree. The Taoist was leaning on a horizontal branch a few feet above the ground, looking down at them.

His gaze fell on the opponent's lower abdomen, where the wound caused by the ancient sword had long since healed.

The Taoist randomly tore off a piece of Ganoderma lucidum from his forehead and applied it to the wound. The bloody wound immediately grew and healed.

This skill is not an exaggeration to call it an immortal technique.

Zhong Sheng knew the power of that sword, which pierced his skin, flesh, and internal organs, but now the Taoist was just like a normal person.

"Well, this meaty Ganoderma lucidum is a rare treasure in the world, and it has miraculous effects."

Ganoderma lucidum, also known as living Tai Sui, is a fungus that grows into a state similar to flesh and blood. It is a rare treasure that is sought after by those who pursue immortality.

It turns out that when a Taoist got this thing, he couldn't put it down and simply refined it into his body to live forever.

"You kid, you are actually the nephew of Erlang of the Zhong family. You and I are destined to be together."

Only then did Zhong Sheng realize that the Taoist in front of him was the stranger that his second uncle had met in the mountains.

"I miss your second uncle Zhong Kui. He is a peerless person. I gave him an ancient sword and a sentence of approval."

"If the ancient sword falls into the hands of a valuable person like you, it can be considered as having a temporary owner."

"Has that sentence of criticism been fulfilled now?"

Zhong Sheng listened to his question and asked curiously, "Master, what did you say back then?"

Back then, my second uncle came home from Zhongnan Mountain and brought back this ancient sword, but he didn't mention a word about the words taught by the stranger.

"I once said that your second uncle will make great achievements in benefiting the people in the future."

The Taoist stroked his beard proudly, "Tell me, is he a civil servant or a military commander now?"

"Dead."

Zhong Sheng did not shy away and said directly, "Your calculations are not accurate. My second uncle failed the imperial examination and committed suicide in anger. If he is not successful, he will not be famous. If he dies young, how can he talk about his achievements?"

The Taoist fell into deep thought, moved his stiff fingers, and began to calculate in front of him.

"The days are unpredictable!"

After a long time, the Taoist sighed and said, "Get up and speak."

"Would you like to lend a helping hand to your second uncle?"

Zhong Sheng looked up in astonishment, what could he do to help?

"My calculation was wrong. Your second uncle's achievements are not in this world, but in the underworld."

"A good Zhong Kui, if not a hero, is a ghost hero, and he is the only hero among ten thousand."

When the Taoist said this, he was pacing back and forth, his face was uncertain, and he occasionally laughed strangely.

The ape was bored sitting there, and was about to get up and run away, but Zhong Sheng quickly caught him with his sharp eyesight.

The eyes indicate that the monkey should be calm and wait.

After this man came out of the coffin, he used his hands at will to calm Zhong Sheng, knowing that he was not easy to mess with.

Zhongnan Qi Refiner prays to gods and immortals, possessing various strange abilities.

Zhong Sheng used all his strength to strike out with his sword, piercing through the flesh and blood. Is there any trace left now?

The ancient sword was a gift from the other party. Maybe there was a backdoor, and you would be in trouble if you tried to do it.

The only wise thing to do now is to wait patiently.

"Well, boy from the Zhong family, your second uncle has been trapped in the underworld of Chang'an for a year now."

"If we don't rescue him, our moral integrity will be compromised, and there will definitely be many more disasters in the future."

When Zhong Sheng heard this, he exclaimed, "What?"

According to legend, Zhong Kui hit a pillar and died, and was named the King of Ghosts. There are no further records about this.

He thought that his second uncle had already taken over and was fighting for territory.

But according to the Taoist's words, the second uncle was still trapped in Chang'an and did not become the ghost king as the legend said.

"Master, what happened?"

The Taoist said, "Your second uncle offended the imperial court and was plotted against him. His soul is trapped in his body and cannot be freed."

"If no one helps him, even if he escapes in the end, his vitality will be severely damaged and his future will be affected."

He glanced sideways at Zhong Sheng, "It's not difficult to save him, but it will cost you fifty years of your life. Are you willing?"

Fifty years?

Life spans only a hundred years, and even for a long-lived person, fifty years is more than half of their lifespan.

The Taoist put forward this condition and waited quietly for Zhong Sheng's reply.

This man dug out the sarcophagus and stabbed him with a sword, completely ruining the way to become a corpse.

Ruining your practice is tantamount to a blood feud, and you have to avenge it.

"I'll do it."

Zhong Sheng agreed so readily that the Taoist almost fell off the branch.
Chapter completed!