A master of comedy!

night.

After the sun had completely set, Zhou Sheng did not rest. Instead, he sat alone in his room and took out a precious pearl that emitted a faint glow.

The cold light contained some strange power, and when it shone on my face, it made my skin feel as if it were covered with a layer of frost.

Zhou Sheng stared at the corpse-fixing bead that could harm people invisibly, his eyes flashing.

Although this object is malevolent, it is truly a priceless treasure, containing extraordinary and boundless energy, and possessing the pure magical power nurtured by the Night Wanderer over many years.

If one can obtain this power, one's cultivation will surely advance by leaps and bounds, and one may be able to quickly break through the fifth level and open the body's acupoints.

At that time, the physical body will undergo an astonishing transformation, and with divine power alone, it will be able to tear apart tigers and leopards. Its vigorous blood and energy will make even fierce ghosts retreat.

Most importantly, it also allows one to practice the Sixth Martial Uncle's "Zombie Kung Fu".

His trip to the underworld left a very deep impression on him, especially his sixth uncle's terrifying, dragon-like body.

After being scorched by the sixteen layers of volcanic hell for more than ten years, he not only survived, but also unleashed astonishing combat power, briefly holding off Judge Lu.

It is absolutely no exaggeration to call him the number one practitioner of physical cultivation among Yin-Yang masters.

The booklet recording "Zombie Kung Fu" is now in Zhou Sheng's hands, but one must open the body's acupoints to cultivate it. He can see it but can't have it, and he is extremely envious.

Kung Fu requires diligent practice over time, but spiritual cultivation cannot be separated from rare and precious materials and miraculous elixirs.

Zhou Sheng looked at the corpse-fixing bead in his hand, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

"Luo Shu, let me see where your limits are?"

……

A moment later, Zhou Sheng suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, his bright gaze revealing a hint of excitement.

There really is a way!
In his mind, a piece of information stirred his emotions.

"Although the Corpse-Fixing Pearl contains potent corpse poison, it can be neutralized by the Eight Merits Water of Buddhism, thereby gaining its magical power and removing the corpse poison. The specific method is..."

The Corpse-Fixing Pearl was a trap set by the Night Wanderer for him, a huge temptation that led him step by step to become a puppet.

But he knew there were tigers in the mountains, yet he still went into the tiger's den.

Temptation remains, danger is driven away.

However, a new problem has arisen: where can we find this water of eight virtues?
Therefore, he had to cast another divination.

Fortunately, the energy that Lu Pan "sent" was enough, and it is still shining brightly now, only slightly weakened.

"The Eight Merits Water is as clear as glass, heavier than mercury yet able to float in the air. It leaves no wetness when touched and leaves a sandalwood fragrance after drinking. It is a miraculous substance transformed from the power of Buddhist vows."

"During the Zhenguan era, Master Fazhao saw Manjushri manifest and point to the ground to dig a spring. The water temporarily possessed the eight virtues, which only lasted for seven days. Afterwards, it was stored in the treasure trove of Buddhist temples."

"On July 30th, at midnight, wearing the Ksitigarbha mask, I entered the heart of the Ghost Market to search for 'Old Ghost's Kitchen,' which contained three drops of the Eight Merits Water..."

July 30th, the heart of the Ghost Market, Old Ghost's Abode!
Zhou Sheng's pupils narrowed as he memorized these key pieces of information. At the same time, he recalled the words of City Lord Hua Jiulang when he first obtained the Ksitigarbha Mask.

The true core of the Ghost Market is not open to the public.

Only those who obtain the mask of the deity are qualified to enter the core area of ​​the Ghost Market on the 30th of each month.

The Ghost Festival has just passed; it's only the 16th of the seventh lunar month, so there are still 14 days left.

There's no need to rush, let's wait a bit longer.

Zhou Sheng pondered for a moment, then put away the Corpse-Fixing Pearl and prepared to cultivate the "Hibernating Dragon Sleeping Immortal Technique." Even with a method to quickly improve his cultivation, he still couldn't neglect his daily arduous practice.

In the path of spiritual cultivation, one can rely on external forces, but one must not lose the spirit of diligence and progress. Otherwise, one day one will be harmed by those external forces.

Just as he was about to lie down and begin his cultivation, his expression suddenly hardened as he sensed a figure quietly approaching from outside.

His eyes turned cold, and he formed a thunder seal with his hands. The thunderous energy in his dantian suddenly exploded, causing his robes to flutter wildly, and a layer of blue light covered his handsome face.

A flash of lightning illuminated the empty room.

An old figure stumbled into the room, his body radiating a chaotic aura of yin energy, and a smudge of char appeared on his scholar's robe.

"Who dares to spy outside?"

Zhou Sheng spoke eloquently, having already discerned the other party's origins. It was a ghost with a strong yin aura, but unlike ordinary vengeful ghosts, this ghost did not possess any resentful or malevolent energy; instead, it had a kind of divine purity.

However, the aura was not strong, the incense was not strong, and there was no golden light of deities among the spirits.

It seems to be a special existence somewhere between a god and a ghost, possessing some magical power, but it is no match for Zhou Sheng in his current state.

"Young man, don't be violent. I'm here on behalf of Baozi."

Upon hearing the word "baozi" (steamed bun), Zhou Sheng's expression shifted. He waved his hand, dispelling the thunderous energy swirling around his fingertips, and the blue light on his face returned to normal.

But that calm expression carried an indescribable sense of oppression.

"What a menacing aura! Observing your bone structure, I see three parts immortality, but seven parts malevolence, and it's growing stronger, almost bursting out of your bones. It's truly the appearance of a malevolent dragon devouring an immortal. No wonder, no wonder even Lu Zhidao fell into your hands..."

The elderly man, dressed in a scholar's robe and exuding an extraordinary air, sized up Zhou Sheng, clicking his tongue in amazement.

"The Fiendish Dragon Devours Immortals?"

"Hehe, I only know a little about physiognomy. If you really want to know more, you can find a guy who calls himself Old Man Niushan. He is a descendant of the Feng Shui masters of the Yin Bai family, and it is said that he studied under the Imperial Tutor Liu Bowen. However, he is elusive and his whereabouts are unknown."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, and the charred black stains on his robes quickly returned to normal under the cleansing air.

He didn't mind Zhou Sheng's earlier actions at all; on the contrary, he chatted and laughed as if nothing had happened, showing his profound knowledge.

A disciple of Liu Bowen, the Imperial Tutor? The Old Man of Niushan?

Zhou Sheng secretly memorized the name, then shook his head and said, "Feng shui and physiognomy have their own mysteries, but I trust myself more."

"May I not know your honorable name?"

After only a few words of conversation, Zhou Sheng already sensed that the other party seemed to have quite a background. The temperament he exuded in his every move was gentle and refined, like a gentleman from afar.

In his youth, he must have been a handsome and talented man who was very popular at the time.

The old man returned the greeting and said with a smile, "My surname is Gongsun, and my given name is Ce."

"So it was Gongsun—"

Zhou Sheng had intended to exchange a few polite words, but before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly startled, and a brilliant idea flashed through his mind.

Gongsun Ce!
"Your Excellency is none other than Gongsun Ce, the chief clerk of Bao Zheng in his prime, the creator of the Dragon, Tiger, and Dog Guillotines of Kaifeng Prefecture, who solved countless cases, was resourceful and wise, and was known as a reincarnation of Zhuge Liang?"

Upon hearing these words, the old man did not show any arrogance on his face, but only a trace of nostalgia flashed across his face. After a moment of melancholy, he sighed softly.

"To say I am a reincarnation of Zhuge Liang is an exaggeration. What merit do I possess to dare compare myself to the Prime Minister?"

"Moreover, I was just a criminal who abused his power for personal gain and was ultimately sent to the guillotine by Judge Bao himself."

He paused, then smiled wryly and said, "When I designed those three guillotines, I never imagined that one day I would use them on myself."

...(End of this chapter)