In the secret room of the Zishan Sect, Xu Zun looked at the mutilated fingers of a disciple and asked in surprise.
"Yes!" the disciple replied with a grimace. "The meat is gone and the bones will soon become necrotic. I heard from others that if you don't chop them off, you will get ulcers and you will lose your life. So I can only chop them off..."
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Yeah?
Xu Zun recalled his past life and realized that if this injury occurred in modern times, it might be possible to save it. It could be inserted into the belly for culture, or anti-inflammatory injections could be given.
But in ancient times when medicine was backward, the only option was to chop it into pieces, otherwise infection would occur and endanger lives.
What was chopped off was the man's entire index finger, half of his middle finger, and half of his thumb.
According to what this person said, he used these three fingers to hold the purple scales in his hand, but in the blink of an eye, the flesh and blood on his fingers was devoured and turned into white bones.
The most horrifying thing is that the fingers turned into white bones, but there was no blood, as if the flesh and blood had been sucked away by something in an instant.
"What do those purple scales look like?" Xu Zun asked.
"It's a bit like a flower petal," the disciple replied. "It feels cool when you hold it in your hand, and then it starts to smoke. When you feel the pain again, your fingers have turned into white bones."
"Okay," Xu Zun said, "then point out to me, where did you find that scale?"
"Here," the disciple pointed to the statue in the center, "the side of the shrine under the statue was blocked by the shrine."
According to what this person pointed out, Xu Zun came under the statue and took a closer look.
The Zishan Sect comes from the Kunlun lineage and is similar to the statues worshiped by Xuandao. It is also the founder of Xuandao.
Xu Zun checked inside and outside several times and found nothing special.
"Master Wanqi..." Xu Zun asked, "Are you going to practice here for seven days? What will you eat and drink?"
"Since I'm practicing, I won't eat or drink." Zhuang Jingcheng replied, "If the master is practicing the Purple Mountain Heart Technique, it doesn't matter if he doesn't eat or drink for half a month, not to mention seven days."
So powerful?
Xu Zun was amazed. It seemed that the host's knowledge was indeed limited. There were many surprising things in this new world.
"At that time," an elder introduced to Xu Zun, "the body of Master Wanqi was here. He was sitting cross-legged in meditation, but his body turned into a pile of bones!"
"Are you sure," Xu Zun said, "that pile of bones is the leader of Wanqi?"
"This..." Everyone stared at him, and Jiao Chengtong said impatiently, "I watched the master enter the secret room with my own eyes. During this period, he never left the secret room, and no one could go in. If not for him, he could still be
Who?"
"Yes," another elder said, "there is no exit in the secret room. In the end, we had no choice but to break open the stone door and enter. Apart from the master, there can be no one else in the secret room!"
"Although they are just bones," Zhuang Jingcheng said, "but the clothes and accessories are worn by the master, and from the appearance, they are the same as the master!"
Everyone nodded, obviously convinced that the bones were Wan Qifeng.
"Then..." Xu Zun asked again, "When the master is in retreat, is there anyone outside to protect him?"
"Yes, yes!" Zhuang Jingcheng pointed to a few disciples behind him, "These disciples work in teams of two, guarding each other in shifts, day and night, without any free time, and they have not heard any movement in the secret room!"
"Oh..." Xu Zun looked at those disciples and began to fall into deep thought.
"Why..." Zhuang Jingcheng heard something was wrong and hurriedly asked, "Does Mr. Xu think there is something wrong?"
"Well," Xu Zun nodded and said, "The apprentice whose fingers turned into bones, did he fall to the ground and roll in pain after his fingers turned into bones?"
"Yes!" Zhuang Jingcheng nodded, he was also present at the time.
"Then how can Master Wanqi still maintain his meditating posture when his whole body has turned into bones?" Xu Zun expressed doubts.
"Huh?" Everyone's eyes widened. They had never thought of this before.
"Is it..." Jiao Chengtong said, "The devil cast a immobilization spell on the leader? Or, it sucked flesh and blood so fast that the leader had no time to react?"
"Humph..." Xu Zun smiled slightly as he faced Jiao Chengtong and said meaningfully, "Do you really think this was done by ghosts?"
"What...what!?" Jiao Chengtong's face tightened and he asked hurriedly, "What do you mean?"
"Ah?" Zhuang Jingcheng was also surprised, "Why do you say that, sir?"
"Where are the bones of Master Wanqi?" Xu Zun did not answer, but asked the two of them, "Take me to see it!"
A moment later, Xu Zun was slightly surprised when he saw the bones scattered in the coffin in the Zishan Sect's mourning hall.
"What?" Xu Zun asked, "Is it already broken up?"
"Oh," Zhuang Jingcheng said complainingly, "I have told you not to touch the master's body yet, but you didn't listen. Look, what has become of us? How disrespectful to the master!"
"Are you still making sarcastic remarks?" Old Master Jiao Chengtong retorted with a red face, "The leader's bones could no longer hold up at all and collapsed on their own. Are you blaming me?"
"Great Elder," Zhuang Jingcheng pretended to be innocent, "I don't think I said you were to blame for this, right? Why are you still blaming yourself?"
"You..." Jiaocheng was so angry that his beard was fluttering.
Xu Zun ignored their arguments and continued to examine the bones carefully, but he saw that the bones in the coffin had fallen apart, and they were just roughly in the shape of a human.
"Before..." Xu Zun asked curiously, "The master's bones were in the shape of meditating. How were they supported?"
"I don't know," Jiao Chengtong said, "I seem to remember that there were still some tendons connected to the flesh and blood at that time. Later, even those flesh and bones were gone, so the stool collapsed, right?"
"Oh..." Xu Zun immediately picked up a bone and inspected it carefully, causing everyone to be shocked.
Jiao Chengtong wanted to stop him, but when he saw that Zhuang Jingcheng and others didn't care, he was too embarrassed to force his way forward.
"Master Wanqi..." Xu Zun asked, "How old are you this year?"
"I just celebrated my fortieth birthday," Zhuang Jingcheng replied.
"So young?" Xu Zun turned around and looked at Jiao Chengtong and other elders. It seemed that all of them must be over sixty years old.
Depend on……
Xu Zun was stunned, thinking that Yue Jinglei, the Hundred-step Divine Fist, was Wan Qifeng's sworn brother. If that were the case, wouldn't Yue Jinglei be even less than forty?
However, Xu Zun felt relieved when he thought that Ku Niang could easily deal with Wei Beihui at such a young age.
"Alas!" Zhuang Jingcheng sighed, "It's a pity that the leader, who was so skilled in martial arts, died young. It is really a big loss for our Zishan Sect!"
"Then..." Xu Zun picked up the femur and weighed it and asked, "How tall is Master Wanqi?"
"Seven feet." someone answered.
Through instinctive knowledge conversion, Xu Zun came up with the figure of 1.6 meters.
It seems that he is not very tall.
"So..." Xu Zun took the femur and asked again, "Is the leader of your Wanqi gang a boy or girl?"
