Under One Person: Sincerity Moves the Gods

Chapter 99 Zhang Zhiwei's Three Corpses

After listening to Dou Tian's words.

Li Cunzhen couldn't help but recall the image of Dou Hong yelling, throwing a tantrum, and rolling around in his mind.

He covered his face and laughed, then looked up at the sky.

Finally, he spoke to Dou Tian.

"In that case, let's stay at Tongfu Inn for the night and set off back to Longhu Mountain early tomorrow morning."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned to look at Bai Xun and asked tentatively.

"I wonder if Master Bai would be willing?"

Bai Xun nodded repeatedly.

"No problem! No problem! Anyway, there aren't many travelers coming and going in Baishui Township, so my rooms are just sitting empty anyway."

He was secretly thrilled; with his three bodies united, he could now witness history.

Write this down in the Records of the Three Corpses Throughout History, and even if you go down in the future, you can still hold your head high among the successive leaders of the Three Demon Sect!

Compared to this harvest, what are the guest rooms?

Dou Tian nodded in agreement, put the package in his hand aside, and then cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Bai Xun.

"Then this junior will trouble Master Bai."

Bai Xun waved his hand, preparing to have Yu Feng tidy up a few guest rooms.

Just as everyone was about to leave, Zhang Zhiwei suddenly spoke up.

"Master Bai, wait a minute. Have you forgotten that there are still people here who are leading the Three Corpses?"

He pointed to himself.

Upon hearing this, Bai Xun turned around and slapped his forehead.

"Oh right, right right, look at my memory!"

As he spoke, he walked to the center of the courtyard and gestured for Zhang Zhiwei to sit down.

Zhang Zhiwei sat cross-legged on a futon, his hands on his knees, his back straight, his expression languid, like a dozing tiger.

Bai Xun stood in front of him, took a deep breath, formed a hand seal, and a faint light flowed from her fingertips.

"Master Zhang, I am about to begin."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded.

The light on Bai Xun's fingertips grew brighter and brighter, and his voice was deep and slow, as if it came from a very distant place.

The so-called "Three Corpses"...

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Li Cunzhen stood aside, watching quietly.

Dou Tian also came over, his eyes full of curiosity.

Although he was a disciple of Wulou Vajra, the Three Demon Sect had always been mysterious, and this was the first time he had ever seen their methods.

Bai Xun's voice grew softer and softer, yet clearer and clearer, as if it were directly imprinted in Zhang Zhiwei's mind.

"When the three corpses possess you, it means your inner desires are manifesting."

"They will transform into the people or things you desire most, cling to most, and are most unable to let go of."

He paused, took a deep breath, and slammed his hands together.

"out!"

With Bai Xun's low shout.

Zhang Zhiwei felt his consciousness sink slightly.

But in just a moment, his clarity returned.

From the depths of his mind, three dark figures slowly emerged.

The upper corpse was the first to appear.

It turned into a stick.

The stick was about four feet long, completely black, straight as a pine tree, without any patterns or luster, extremely simple and unadorned.

But this ordinary stick made everyone present feel a heavy sense of oppression.

Bai Xun stared at the stick, his pupils shrinking slightly.

The transformation of a corpse into human form often represents a person's deepest greed.

Some are greedy for wealth, which they turn into mountains of gold and seas of silver; some are greedy for beauty, which they turn into stunning beauties; some are greedy for power, which they turn into imperial robes and jade seals.

However, Zhang Zhiwei's upper body is a stick, symbolizing Zhang Zhiwei's pursuit of power.

A feeling that was hard to describe welled up in Bai Xun's heart.

This esteemed disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion is indeed different from ordinary people.

Before he could even relax, the corpse followed closely behind.

It transformed into a tight band.

The headband was entirely gold in color, and not too big; it was just the right size to fit on the head.

On the surface of the tight band are engraved intricate silhouettes: the peaks of Longhu Mountain, the old pine trees in front of the mountain gate, the plaque of the main hall, and the stone pillars of the martial arts training ground.

Amidst the silhouettes, several blurry human figures can still be vaguely discerned.

An old Taoist priest with white hair stood with his hands behind his back on the mountaintop.

A tall, young Taoist priest leaned lazily against the wall.

A group of young disciples were practicing their skills together.

Longhu Mountain.

Master's sect.

Master Zhang Jingqing.

Fellow students.

This is Zhang Zhiwei's only obsession.

It wasn't a pursuit of power, but a longing for the people he grew up with and the mountain where he grew up.

Bai Xun looked at the headband and a thought struck her again.

The lower corpse transformed into a tight band, and it was engraved with the scenery and figures of Longhu Mountain.

This shows that the only thing Zhang Zhiwei couldn't let go of deep in his heart was his sect.

In fact, many people's obsessions are feelings for their family or sect, but this is the first time Bai Xun has seen something so harmless.

Finally, the corpse in the middle appeared.

A thick cloud of black mist surged from Zhang Zhiwei's body and slowly condensed in front of the three people.

It was a young monkey.

It's only the size of a palm, covered in black downy fur, with big, bright eyes that dart around, revealing its cleverness and mischief.

The little monkey squatted on the ground, tilted its head and looked around, then suddenly jumped up.

It bared its teeth and pounced on Bai Xun.

It was extremely fast, like a black lightning bolt.

Bai Xun's expression changed, and he subconsciously stepped back.

But before the little monkey could pounce on him, a hand reached out and gently pinched the back of its neck.

Zhang Zhiwei.

He had no inner demons. After the three corpses appeared, he woke up on his own and opened his eyes without anyone noticing. He then lifted the little monkey into the air.

The little monkey thrashed about, baring its teeth and making squeaking noises, but Zhang Zhiwei held it by the back of its neck, and no matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't break free.

Bai Xun breathed a sigh of relief, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Master Zhang, this is your inner corpse, and it has a clear name in our sect's lineage. This name is also familiar to you fellow Daoists of the Zhengyi sect: the Mind Monkey."

"It represents some emotions that you need to suppress during your spiritual practice, and it is also your true nature."

He paused, then continued.

"The middle corpse is the most aggressive and the most difficult to control among all three corpses, and the mind monkey is even more so."

"but....

He watched Zhang Zhiwei's hand holding the little monkey, the way he held it so easily, as if he were holding a newborn kitten.

"However, it doesn't seem to be a big deal to Master Zhang."

Zhang Zhiwei looked down at the little monkey in his hand and examined it with great interest.

The little monkey was still struggling, but not as violently as before.

It stared at Zhang Zhiwei with its round eyes, and there was even a hint of grievance in its eyes.

Zhang Zhiwei grinned.

"That's quite interesting."

As soon as he finished speaking, he let go of her hand.

The little monkey landed on the ground, rolled over, stood up, tilted its head and looked at him, no longer trying to hurt anyone.

Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his finger and poked the little monkey's head.

The little monkey stumbled from being poked, sat down on the ground, got up again, and was poked down again.

After this happened several times, the little monkey finally gave up, grabbed Zhang Zhiwei's finger, and bit it.

But with its limited strength, it couldn't even bite through Zhang Zhiwei's skin.

Zhang Zhiwei laughed out loud.

"Alright, alright, I'm not teasing you anymore."

He withdrew his finger, looked at the little monkey squatting on the ground, and then at the headband and stick floating beside him.

"These two things...are they mine too?"

Bai Xun nodded.

"The upper corpse-transformed staff represents your desire for power, while the lower corpse-transformed headband represents your attachment to your sect."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded. These three thoughts of greed, anger, and ignorance matched what he had discovered when he cleaned his spiritual altar.

Then, he reached out and beckoned.

The black stick flew into his hand; it was heavy and felt great in his hand.

He casually swung the stick a few times, and the wind howled, scattering the withered leaves in the yard.

"Not bad, it's a good product."

Then he pursed his lips.

"It's a bit small, only four feet tall. It's definitely not for me."

He waved his hand again, and the golden headband flew over, hovering in his palm.

Looking at the silhouette on the headband, Zhang Zhiwei saw the peaks of Longhu Mountain, the plaque of the main hall, the white-haired old Taoist priest, and those familiar faces.

His gaze softened for a moment.

Then, he placed the tight band on the ground.

The little monkey's eyes lit up when it saw the headband. It hopped over, picked it up, and put it on its head.

The size of the hoop was just right, as if it had been tailor-made for it.

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes lit up, and he put the stick down again.

So the little monkey ran back, picked up the stick, held it in both hands, stood in front of Zhang Zhiwei, and looked up at him.

He looked like he had a golden headband on his head, a stick in his hand, and was covered in black hair.

He's a spitting image of a mini-Sun Wukong.

Dou Tian couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Master Zhang, your Three Corpses... why do they look like a monkey?"

Zhang Zhiwei looked down at the little monkey, and the little monkey looked back at him. The two stared at each other for a moment.

Then, Zhang Zhiwei reached out his hand, and the little monkey, with remarkable intelligence, jumped onto his palm, squatted on it, and obediently hugged the stick.

"good."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded.

"At least it's not bad-looking, I'm quite satisfied with it."

Bai Xun stood aside, watching the little monkey, her expression changing from shock to numbness.

This is the Heart Monkey, renowned for its ferocity within the sect's lineage!

Legend has it that once it appears in the world, it can kill hundreds of people at a time!

The little monkey in front of them, though initially aggressive, became completely docile after Zhang Zhiwei pinched the back of its neck.

It even put on a tight band, picked up a stick, and ran to its owner's hand.

This is not a restless mind.

This is a pet!

Bai Xun took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

"Congratulations, Master Zhang."

"Although your three corpses have unusual forms, you have already taken control of them."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded and tried to focus his mind to bring the three corpses back into his body.

The little monkey turned into black mist and disappeared into his palm.

The stick and the tight band also turned into black mist and then dissipated.

He opened his eyes and glanced at Li Cunzhen.

"Old Li, the Three Demon Sect you brought me here is quite interesting."

Li Cunzhen shook his head and smiled, without replying.

Bai Xun wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Master Zhang is exceptionally gifted; I admire him greatly."

He paused, then continued.

"Master Zhang might as well try to utilize the Three Corpses and see if he can find some special application like Master Li did."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded and closed his eyes again.

He focused his mind and tried to establish a connection with the little monkey.

He quickly found the thread.

Like Zhang Zhiwei himself, that thread was simple and direct. There were no twists and turns, no hesitation or probing; it was immediately apparent.

His mind probed into the black mist and saw the little monkey.

The little monkey squatted in the black mist, wearing a tight headband and holding a stick, tilting its head to look at him.

Zhang Zhiwei had a sudden thought.

The little monkey jumped out of the black mist and landed on the open ground in front of him.

It squatted on the ground, looked up at Zhang Zhiwei, its eyes sparkling.

Zhang Zhiwei tried to make it do something.

The little monkey stood up and performed a set of punches with a stick.

The movements were small, but agile and nimble; there was even a sense of order in their leaps and bounds.

Zhang Zhiwei made it stop again.

The little monkey immediately stopped, squatted on the ground, hugged the stick, and behaved itself.

Zhang Zhiwei tried a few times and found that the little monkey could understand his commands, run, jump, and fight, but that was about it.

It lacked Li Cunzhen's supernatural ability to transform a prayer mat into a sword that could grow a thousand feet in an instant, and it also lacked the Taoist robe that could transform into armor for an indestructible defense.

He's just a little monkey who can fight.

They might not even be that good at fighting.

Zhang Zhiwei opened his eyes, put the little monkey back into his body, and shook his head.

"Nothing special, just one more helper."

Bai Xun comforted him.

"The use of the Three Corpses varies from person to person. Master Li's Three Corpses combined is a rare phenomenon that occurs only once in a thousand years. Master Zhang need not worry about it."

Zhang Zhiwei didn't insist and nodded calmly.

"I know, it's good to have more help."

Bai Xun turned to look at Yu Feng, who nodded knowingly, indicating that he would put away what he had just recorded.

Although it cannot compare to Li Cunzhen's unprecedented case throughout history.

However, the non-aggressive Mind Monkey is also an extremely rare form of the Three Corpses.

"Gentlemen, the guest rooms have been prepared. Please get some rest."

Everyone then went back to their rooms to rest.

The next day, early in the morning.

As dawn broke, Li Cunzhen got up.

He practiced a set of boxing moves in the courtyard to loosen up his muscles, and then went to knock on Zhang Zhiwei and Dou Tian's doors.

Before long, the three of them finished packing and stood in the courtyard, ready to bid farewell to the members of the Three Demons Sect.

Bai Xun and Yu Feng were already waiting in the courtyard.

"Master Bai, I'm sorry to have bothered you these past few days."

Li Cunzhen cupped his hands in greeting.

Bai Xun waved his hand and smiled.

"Master Li, you are too kind. It is my good fortune to meet someone like you."

He then looked at Zhang Zhiwei.

"If Master Zhang has the time, he is welcome to visit the Three Demons Sect at any time."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded.

"No problem."

Li Cunzhen and his two companions left the inn and walked along the main street of the town.

The town was still asleep in the early morning, the streets were deserted, with only a few early-rising sparrows chirping on the eaves.

Zhang Zhiwei walked at the front, his steps light and quick, humming an unknown tune.

The three of them left the town and walked along the official road towards Longhu Mountain.

A sense of inexplicable peace welled up in Li Cunzhen's heart.

The inner demons have been overcome, and the reverse life has entered the seventh stage. The Samadhi True Fire has been ignited, and the Three Corpses have been transformed into one's own power.

And then there's that incredible flying sword and Taoist robe.

One can fly a kilometer within breath, while the other is strong enough to withstand Zhang Zhiwei's palm strike.

This trip to Baishui Township was incredibly fruitful.

And then there is the next flawless Vajra.

Li Cunzhen recalled the words Zhang Jingqing had said in the main hall of Longhu Mountain.

Upside down, upside down, life and death intertwine.

Are the Triple Rebirth and the Vajra Without Leakage simply a matter of gathering and dispersing in one's life cultivation?

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