What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

My heart skipped a beat when I heard that.

What's in the inner treasury of the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain?

That is definitely a heritage passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years.

Although orthodox Taoism cultivates righteous energy, precisely because they have an extremely deep understanding of yin and evil things, the extremely yin natural treasures they possess are often of a higher quality than those of evil cultivators.

The item that could make a high-ranking Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain say that he had undergone a "complete transformation" is probably far more valuable than the piece of dark wood given by Director Song.

"Isn't this...a bit too much of a gift?"

I said something polite.

"Whether it's heavy or not, you should tell him directly."

He has a fiery temper and is very stubborn. If you dare to refuse something he gives you, he might turn on you on the spot.

Lu Yan snorted softly: "He should arrive in Jiangcheng tomorrow."

He didn't have the department's contact information, only mine.

I gave him your address; he's probably on his way by now.

You'd better stay home and prepare to receive this Taoist master.

"Alright, then I'll make sure you're well-fed."

I smiled helplessly.

"Chen Yang".

Just before hanging up the phone, Lu Yan suddenly called my name, her tone becoming very gentle.

"Take good care of yourself. I'll treat you to drinks when I get back to Jiangcheng."

It's a deal.

After hanging up the phone, I looked at my phone screen and let out a long sigh.

A high-ranking Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain is coming to my dilapidated rented room.

The more you think about it, the more surreal it seems.

However, with this senior's involvement, the mysterious employer behind Yan Shouyi is probably not going to have an easy time in the future.

All I need to do is accept this great gift with peace of mind and continue to improve my abilities.

Thinking about this, I suddenly felt much better.

Humming a little tune, I went into the bathroom, took off my clothes, and turned on the shower.

After taking a shower and changing into loose loungewear, I felt refreshed and invigorated.

On second thought, I realized I hadn't been to the funeral home all day.

I wonder if Director Wang is frantic with worry.

Thinking of this, I picked up my phone from the table, found Director Wang's number, and dialed it.

The reason remains the same: I need to go back to my hometown to take care of some urgent business.

And I need to take another day off tomorrow.

On the other end of the phone, Director Wang sounded a little resentful, but he still readily approved the leave.

After hanging up the phone, I casually tossed it onto the sofa.

The room fell completely silent.

I did not choose to go back to bed to continue meditating and breathing exercises.

My grandfather taught me from a young age that spiritual practice is like drawing a bow and shooting an arrow; it requires a balance of tension and relaxation, as excess is as bad as deficiency.

I have just absorbed a huge amount of Yin energy, and my meridians have been widened. Now, what I need most is to let my body naturally adapt to this change.

Instead of blindly continuing rote learning, which could easily damage the foundation.

I walked to my desk, opened the drawer, and took out the notebook that my grandfather had left behind.

I pulled up a chair, turned on the desk lamp, opened my notebook, and began to read quietly.

This book records not only the various bizarre techniques and experiences of the Corpse Stitcher lineage, but also the insights left by my grandfather after a lifetime of dealing with the dead and yin energy.

From how to identify the resentment of a corpse to how to achieve the best suturing effect with the fewest stitches.

From local feng shui taboos to methods for breaking ancient evil spells.

As I looked at those familiar handwritings, I seemed to see in my mind the scene of my grandfather sitting in the yard, smoking his pipe and slowly telling me stories.

"Although malevolent energy is fierce, it is ultimately used by people. If the heart is righteous, malevolent energy can also be the way; if the heart is evil, the way can also become malevolent energy."

I read a sentence from my notebook softly, my fingers gently tracing the paper, my eyes deep in thought.

Before we knew it, the night had deepened.

The old street outside the window had fallen into complete slumber, with only the occasional cry of a stray cat breaking the night sky.

I closed the notebook, carefully put it back in the drawer, then turned off the desk lamp and went back to bed.

I slept very soundly that night, without even having a single dream.

……

Early the next morning.

I was woken up by the chirping of several sparrows outside my window.

I opened my eyes to find the rising sun streaming in through the gaps in the curtains.

I stretched, and my whole body emitted a series of extremely faint crackling sounds.

The feeling of waking up naturally and being in peak physical condition made me exhale a long breath.

I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to wash up quickly.

Looking at my bright, piercing eyes in the mirror, I nodded in satisfaction.

As I walked into the kitchen, preparing to make myself a bowl of noodles, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Tap...tap...tap..."

The knocking was slow and gentle, not loud, but it had a wonderfully subtle rhythm.

I paused for a moment, put down the noodles in my hand, and turned to walk to the entrance.

Lu Yan said on the phone yesterday that her senior brother would arrive today.

Judging by the time, it's early in the morning, so it's probably that high-ranking master from Longhu Mountain who's come knocking.

Instead of looking through the peephole, I reached out and turned the lock on the security door, then opened it.

A middle-aged man stood outside the door.

The moment I saw his face clearly, I couldn't help but feel a strange sensation.

If I had to use one word to describe the person in front of me, it would be—ordinary.

He was probably in his forties, of medium build, neither fat nor thin.

He was wearing a very common light gray tracksuit and a pair of faded black cloth shoes.

His features were the kind that would be easily lost in a crowd, and even his hair was casually lying on his head, without any signs of being styled.

However, it was precisely this extreme ordinariness that caused my pupils to contract slightly for a moment.

Because if I close my eyes, then in my perception, the person in front of me... does not exist.

I am now at the half-step Demon Core realm, and my five senses are extremely sharp.

I am particularly sensitive to changes in the surrounding airflow; even a mosquito flying by can make me aware of the faint air currents it creates.

However, when I looked at this middle-aged man so close to me, my intuition told me that there was only air there.

I've only ever experienced this feeling with one and a half people.

One was a top-notch craftsman from the Beijing General Bureau.

The other half is Lei Zhenshan.

Lei Zhenshan is considered half a member because he always exudes an inescapable air of iron-bloodedness.

But the feeling I got from this person was exactly the same as that of Tiangong.

Return to simplicity and authenticity, blend in with the world.

When a person's cultivation reaches a certain level, they can perfectly contain all the power within their body without leaking out even a trace, and this illusion of "seeing a mountain as not a mountain" will occur.

"You are...?"

I squinted slightly, my tone gentle, but my muscles had instinctively entered a state of extreme relaxation, yet ready to explode at any moment.