Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 46: A Visual Guide to the Body's Changes Every Day After Death

Miao Zhuzi extended the first finger: "The Daoist method is one, which can be transformed into a hundred, and a hundred into a thousand. The Daoist method returns to one, and one method leads to one Dao. There are three thousand six hundred Daoist methods, and each person holds onto one root."

"What do you mean? Don't say things I don't understand," Lin Fan said, frowning.

"Simply put, the principles of Taoism are essentially interconnected, just like countless narrow paths that all lead to the same destination. However, these subdivided paths are very narrow, and only one person can travel on a single path."

Lin Fan nodded, indicating that he understood the analogy, but he still only had a vague concept of what Daoist magic actually was.

"There is no inherent superiority or inferiority between human and immortal techniques; it is merely a general classification within the Daoist school based on different Daoist methods. Immortal techniques possess immense divine power, capable of summoning wind and rain. Human techniques, on the other hand, are either insufficient in power or difficult to control."

"Master only teaches the human techniques to outer disciples; only inner disciples have the opportunity to learn immortal techniques. Outer disciples have no right to have any contact with matters related to immortal techniques."

"So what my senior brother can hear, I shouldn't be able to hear."

"This is not just the case at Linglong Temple; the rules of all Taoist sects in the world are the same."

Lin Fan waved his hand: "You've explained so much just to say that you really don't know what Wan Shou did, right?"

Miao Zhuzi now held a cup of hot tea in her hand. She extended one of her white, lotus-root-like hands from outside her Taoist robe and took a small sip from the cup.

"It's not that we don't know at all. Senior brother, senior sister, and senior sister have all come to the Taoist temple. Master only told us to respect and love you, and to serve you wholeheartedly. We can't say anything more."

"When Fifth Senior Brother came, we basically guessed that you would disappear immediately, just like the other senior brothers and sisters."

Lin Fan nodded. He felt that was enough; he couldn't get anything else out of Miao Zhuzi.

"You are not cleared of suspicion yet, so don't even think about running away. If you disappear, it will directly prove that you are the murderer, or at least one of the murderers."

Miao Zhuzi smiled faintly: "Senior brother is really serious, but junior sister is more worried about senior brother. Senior brother is not a person of the government at all. No matter what the outcome of this case is, how will senior brother conduct himself?"

Lin Fan frowned: "It's none of your business."

"There's something else. You just mentioned the Heavenly Venerable Technique. Is that more powerful than the Immortal Technique? And does Wanshou not know it? Actually, the Immortal Techniques that I saw Wanshou use were just more powerful tricks. I doubt even the constables from the government could handle them."

"Senior brother, why do you think that the Taoist magic can stand up to the government? If that's really the case, is the government still the government, and is the Taoist sect still the Taoist sect?"

Lin Fan nodded, signaling her to continue.

"As for the Heavenly Venerable Method, if the methods of humans and immortals are like narrow, winding paths, then the Heavenly Venerable Method is a broad, wide road that any number of people can walk on. Therefore, it is not only not kept secret, but everyone in the Daoist sect knows about it."

Miao Zhuzi half-knelt and moved toward Lin Fan, bending down to bring her red lips close to Lin Fan's ear.

Before Lin Fan was an open Taoist robe, and his smooth, delicate skin formed a valley.

The fragrance of her body mingled with the incense smoke from the Taoist temple and wafted towards me.

Miao Zhuzi whispered in Lin Fan's ear, and Lin Fan's eyebrows gradually furrowed together.

Bang! The wooden door was kicked open again, and Mu Qingfeng rushed back in.

"Boss." When she saw Miaozhuzi, dressed in a Taoist robe, lying on Lin Fan's body and whispering in his ear, her skin was smooth and her robe had slipped down halfway, revealing one of her fragrant shoulders.

Mu Qingfeng swallowed back what he was about to say.

After waiting a while, Miaozhuzi finally finished speaking, tightened her Taoist robe, and sat cross-legged again. Her face was as red as an apple, as if it could drip water.

"Ahem," Lin Fan coughed lightly, his voice trembling slightly, "Officer Mu, what is it?"

“Boss,” Mu Qingfeng said, pretending he had just come in, “you told me to have someone keep an eye on Xiao Qi. He committed suicide at the Ma family’s house.”

Lin Fan and Mu Qingfeng returned to the Ma family mansion by carriage. This time, neither Clerk Jia nor Miao Zhuzi came; instead, several senior monks from Tanjie Temple accompanied them.

When they entered the Ma family's residence, two other constables and their yamen runners were already waiting at the door.

The sun had already set, and the cold mountain wind blew into the Ma residence, making one's hair stand on end.

Lin Fan, who dared not use the Soul-Suppressing Pearl for the time being, couldn't help but feel fear.

Lin Fan reached out and touched the black blade at his waist. Before leaving, he had borrowed another weapon from Clerk Jia.

He glanced again at the tall monks beside him, dressed in only a single layer of clothing. Their imposing figures and well-developed chest muscles reassured Lin Fan somewhat.

Lin Fan stared blankly at the warehouse that had been razed to the ground. "Did Ma Qi commit suicide? Or did he blow himself up?"

A constable nearby immediately replied, "Boss, we saw Xiao Qi go in, and then it exploded. The entire warehouse was razed to the ground. Xiao Qi definitely couldn't have survived. So when we sent someone to report to Sister Mu, Xiao Qi most likely committed suicide out of fear of punishment."

Several constables quickly began investigating at the scene.

"Boss, there's no strong smell of saltpeter, so we don't know what it was fried in. We haven't found anyone either, not even a piece of meat. They're probably all fried up."

Lin Fan looked at the senior monk beside him: "Esteemed monks, do you have any insightful opinions?"

“Amitabha, Benefactor Chen, predicting good or bad fortune and capturing demons and ghosts are the business of Taoists. We are Buddhists and do not know how to do these things.”

Lin Fan muttered under his breath, "None of them are any good."

If there's no obvious smell of saltpeter, where are the flammable materials that were originally in the warehouse?

Lin Fan remembered that this warehouse contained a lot of gold, silver and grain.

Could it be an explosion caused by flour dust?

However, Lin Fan was not a chemistry major, so he couldn't deduce the possibility of a dust explosion based on the scene.

"Boss, there's a secret passage leading underground."

Lin Fan stroked his chin. It was too coincidental, no, too deliberate.

"Officer Mu, don't you think someone deliberately led us to this basement?"

Mu Qingfeng nodded and then shook his head, looking as if he couldn't understand.

The group descended the stairs, with the head monk leading the way and the constables and yamen runners following closely behind.

Upon entering the underground, the smell of medicine and the stench of years of decay caused the senior monks to frown slightly.

"Amitabha." Several monks lined up in a row, their bodies forming a wall that blocked the view of those behind them.

After they finished chanting the Buddha's name, they began reciting scriptures, completely ignoring the people blocking their way.

One of the constables squeezed between two monks who were as big as door panels, and then squatted down and started vomiting violently.

What I saw was nothing short of a human slaughterhouse, with various body parts hanging on hooks like pork being sold.

The underground cells were mostly filled with human bones.

Perhaps there were living people inside originally, but now only corpses of various times of death remain.

If arranged chronologically, it could easily be considered a "pictorial guide to the changes in a person's body every day after death."

Ma Qi, whose body was severely burned, staggered and ran through the dark corridor.

As he ran, he gently stroked his belly: "Baby, not yet, you can't come out yet. Wait a little longer, until I find your mother, and then the three of us will be reunited."

"Yes, don't worry about what's going on over there. The explosion and the secret passage will definitely keep them occupied for a while. Besides, Sister Mu is a good person; she will definitely make sure the truth comes out."

A golden beetle was rapidly approaching from behind him.