Thirteenth month of death

Chapter 10 The Immortal in the Altar
Shouyi Dao Ren swallowed his saliva.

No matter how many meditation mantras he chanted, he couldn't calm his excited mood.

This... this is the master who became an immortal!
"what……"

A hoarse groan suddenly came from the altar, scaring the extremely excited Taoist guarding the altar so much that he sat down on the ground.

He was about to die, but a faint groan came to his ears.

"Ah...ha..."

It was intermittent and seemed extremely painful.

Why is there a sound coming from this jar?
Didn’t the master already ascend to heaven?

Although Taoist Shouyi had achieved some success in his cultivation, he still couldn't stop trembling at this moment.

what happened?

Who is in the jar?
He made hand gestures with one hand and held the peach wood sword with the other, then cautiously looked into the altar.

As soon as he saw it, the Taoist guarding the door felt his scalp tingle!

In the jar, there was a head with white hair and beard, with eyes tightly closed and earlobes covering the ear holes. Only the mouth was slightly open, groaning. His expression was distorted with pain to the extreme.

Isn't this the Grandmaster who ascended to heaven ten years ago?!
Taoist Shouyi's breathing suddenly became rapid.

A chill began to spread from his heels upwards and quickly spread throughout his body.

Grandmaster, how come Grandmaster is still in the porcelain jar?

Guarding the road makes one's mouth dry and tongue parched.

He suddenly understood what his master meant by that meaningful look when he told him at the mountain gate that he was going to seek the immortal marrow tonight.

"Shouyi, you are very smart..."

The master's voice echoed in my mind.

The Taoist guarding the door had a face that suddenly twisted. He hardened his heart and simply leaned over to look inside the altar.

I saw it clearly.

Before becoming a monk, Shouyi Dao came from a butcher's family.

He still remembers that after his father slaughtered the pig, he would cut the pork into large pieces and spread them into the jar, layer by layer. Finally, he would press a whole pig's head on the mouth of the jar.

At this moment, what the Taoist guarding the door saw in the porcelain jar was a scene very similar to the preservation of pork.

The area under the altar was already covered in blood and flesh, and it was impossible to see clearly. There was only a human head lying on its back, groaning towards the altar mouth, and an exposed, beating heart next to the head.

Immortal marrow… Immortal marrow…

How to obtain this divine marrow?
Taoist Shouyi took out the jade bottle given to him by his master and opened the lid.

At this moment, his pupils shrank...

It turns out there is a needle inside the jade bottle!

The needle flashed with a cold light and was as thick as a finger. If it weren't for the eye at the end, it would look more like a cone.

Taoist Shouyi suddenly understood what to do.

He took out the needle with trembling fingers, chanting calming mantras and exorcism spells, but his voice became faster and faster.

There was clearly no one else in this underground dark room, but he always felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at him somewhere.

"Master... Grandmaster, please grant me the immortal marrow!"

Taoist Shouyi was clever. He picked up the long needle, aimed it at the beating heart in the porcelain jar, and stabbed it hard!
The man's face, with his hair and beard all white, suddenly twisted. Pain covered every inch of his skin, and the corners of his eyes trembled slightly, as if they were about to open. However, his five senses were blocked, and he couldn't even scream. He could only reluctantly groan in his death.

Taoist Shouyi chanted the mantra, and the trembling of his hands became less and less. At the same time, the expression in his eyes changed from fear, doubt, and bewilderment to surprise and ecstasy!
This is because after the long needle was pulled out, the beating heart in the jar actually gushed out a silvery-white, fragrant liquid!
The immortal marrow...it's the immortal marrow!
Taoist Shouyi quickly pointed the jade bottle at the wound in his heart and changed his chanting from the mantra to: "Thank you, Master... Thank you, Master, for your blessing... Thank you, Master, for your blessing..."

The light at the center of the formation was so bright that it made his shadow spread to the surrounding walls, appearing incredibly large.

The shadow was hunched over, like a mosquito sucking blood.

The jade bottle was soon filled.

Taoist Chang Qing seemed to have a plan. He inserted a needle into the needle, and out came just a bottle of "immortal marrow".

The Taoist guarding the door quickly covered the jade bottle and put it close to his body.

He didn't dare to give another injection and could only stare at the still beating heart in the jar. He couldn't even see the head of the person in extreme pain.

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he reached out his hand and pressed the heart hard.

Unexpectedly, a drop of silvery-white liquid actually flowed out of the wound caused by the needle hole again!

The jade bottle is already full, this drop is yours!
The Taoist guarding the door ignored everything and quickly put his head into the porcelain jar and licked off the drop of divine essence with his tongue.

At this moment, he had no idea that the head so close to him had opened its eyes slightly, as if looking at him... watching him bury his head in his heart...

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"Senior brother, are you okay?"

At the entrance of the tunnel, a Taoist priest came out with a panicked look but a rosy face.

Hearing this, he nodded to his fellow disciples who were guarding him, grinning, "Go back and report to Master. It's past midnight, and tomorrow is the Ascension Meeting. I beg Master to give everyone more of this year's Divine Essence."

"Really, senior brother?"

"Thank you, senior brother!"

A group of people were talking and laughing. The guard disciple watched Shouyi's retreating figure and said enviously, "There are rumors that Shouyi is the son of Uncle Chang Jing. Otherwise, how could such a thing happen..."

"Shh, be careful with your words, brother."

Just as they were talking, a disciple seemed to catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, passing by the tunnel entrance that had not yet been closed. He immediately turned around and shouted, "Who!"

All the Qiyun Mountain disciples immediately drew their swords, formed hand gestures, and looked around vigilantly.

"There seems to be nothing? Brother..."

After carefully checking for a while, they found nothing unusual. They sheathed their swords and closed the tunnel entrance.

"Alright, everyone go back to your respective positions. Once the Ascension Meeting is over tomorrow, it will be someone else's turn to guard the place, and we'll be free."

"Yes, senior brother..."

One after another, figures rushed into the darkness and returned to their original hiding and guarding positions.

This senior brother also slowly returned to his seat. As soon as he stood still, he suddenly felt a warm, damp and fishy smell in the darkness behind him, which penetrated into the clothes on the back of his neck from the back of his neck.

This is breathing...

Did I take the wrong path?
Is this the position of other junior brothers?
He turned around and looked, but his whole body suddenly froze in place.

A fishy wind blew past, and he felt his eyes blurred, and then he saw a red, fist-sized, beating heart, held in the claws of the tall black shadow in front of him.

"puff……"

Blood gushed out wildly, and in the darkness, his body collapsed with a thud. In his dazed pupils, a terrifying black shadow was reflected. It raised its head, its mouth opened to an incredible degree, and swallowed the heart...

(End of this chapter)