Borrowing Magic to Continue Karmic Ties

"Really refined?"

[Nature is true]

After confirming it once, Xia Ningning's expression became serious, and she turned around and shouted into the wholesale market.

"Bring me a rooster, the older the better!"

She didn't name names, but several people immediately crowded towards the entrance of the wholesale market, each holding a live chicken.

"That's Xiao Xia's voice, isn't it? Come, come, look at the one your aunt is raising..."

"I'm obviously older, Aunt Niu, please step aside."

When the group of uncles, aunts, and other relatives came out and saw several strangers outside, they became a little more reserved, but their faces were still full of smiles.

Xia Ningning pointed to the chickens in the hands of these people one by one.

Each chicken froze, motionless, like a wooden or clay sculpture, after her fingers touched its forehead.

"Yes, this one."

Xia Ningning selected one of them, gently scratched its comb with her fingernail, and then moved closer to the White Horse.

Zhang Tao had already flipped the big-headed monster lying on the horse's back so that its face was facing up.

Xia Lingling used the rooster's blood to pinch his throat, philtrum, and the bridge of his nose in turn.

The blood-stained fingernail marks resembled three tiny crescent moons.

One pinch shuts someone up, two pinches stop them from breathing, three pokes close their eyes.

Chu Tianshu sensed that all the pores on the big-headed monster's body had closed up.

The anger no longer leaks outward, and the inside and outside are isolated. However, it does not become lifeless like water without roots. Instead, it seems to form its own cycle and can last for a longer time than before. The soul also seals itself off.

Chu Tianshu's eyes lit up as he recognized the faction Xia Ningning belonged to.

They should belong to the fortune teller school.

When people generally target the soul, they often choose acupoints such as the space between the eyebrows or the temples.

Although the area between the eyebrows and the bridge of the nose are very close, the techniques used to stimulate these two areas are completely different.

The latter, often used by "fortune tellers," is more mysterious, unpredictable, and ethereal than phenomena created by one's own Mind Power, unlike ordinary magic.

Legend has it that fortune tellers use other people's fate to perform their rituals.

The key to the effectiveness of a spell lies in the fortune of others; the fortune teller's own cultivation level becomes secondary.

Chu Tianshu had seen some martial arts related to physiognomy, but none of them could be considered true techniques passed down from the physiognomy lineage.

Back in my hometown, it seems that only Master White Horse has profound expertise in this area; he's a rare gem among rare gems.

However, Master White Horse used his knowledge of physiognomy to supplement his own divination methods.

This was the first time Chu Tianshu had ever heard of using physiognomy to refine corpses.

"This person is a bit strange."

Xia Ningning's face showed a troubled expression, "His cultivation is clearly not shallow, yet he is born with the appearance of being childless and short-lived."

"Borrowing Magic to Continue Karmic Ties means borrowing the karmic connections from the previous life to continue the karmic connection after death."

"However, his remaining life force is simply insufficient to transform him into Dharma Corpse with the abilities he possessed in life."

This strange, large-headed man is the product of some kind of genetic experiment; it's not surprising that he has a short lifespan and no offspring.

Zhang Tao seemed to have been prepared. With a flick of his wrist, a drop of blood from his middle finger landed on the bridge of the big-headed monster's nose.

Blood split from the bridge of his nose and flowed into the strange man's tightly closed eye slits.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Several drops of blood fell in succession, all landing at the same spot before sliding into the slit of his eye.

But instead of blood overflowing from the big-headed monster's eyes, it made his ears and nostrils faintly glow with a bloody light.

It was as if Zhang Tao's blood filled his entire head, flowing through his five senses and seven orifices.

"Master, if you lend your luck to this person, you'll only suffer bad luck again."

Xia Ningning shook her head. "However, you've crossed the Taboo threshold, so your fortune and luck are much deeper. Once this Dharma Corpse takes effect, kill it as soon as possible; it shouldn't be a big problem."

As soon as she finished speaking, she gestured for Zhang Tao to stop.

"That's enough, that's enough."

After Zhang Tao stopped, Xia Ningning stretched out her hands and carefully felt around the big-headed monster's face, back of head, and top of head for a while, as if she were reading its bones and telling its fortune.

When she touched the top of his head, she pulled out a longer strand of hair from the big-headed monster's short hair.

Human relationships are as thin as paper, and connections as delicate as a thread. Matters of life and death are all tied together by a single line...

Xia Ningning used her left pinky finger to wrap around the strand of hair, and her right thumb and forefinger to pinch the root of the hair, slowly pulling it outwards.

At this point, her tone became slow and soft, and it grew softer and softer.

Chu Tianshu and the others had just traveled a long way to get here. Although their movement techniques differed and they did not appear anxious, their actions inevitably showed a degree of haste.

The Food Is Heaven wholesale market was bustling with people and vehicles, both inside and out. The sounds of hawking, bargaining, birdsong, and fish splashing created a chaotic scene.

However, as Xia Ningning chanted, the area at the entrance of West Gate No. 2 inexplicably became quiet.

All the noise, at first it seemed as if it were seen through a veil, and later it disappeared completely.

A mysterious atmosphere descends upon this place; it is indescribable and intangible, yet it possesses a subtle, omnipresent power.

Sometimes, they can even converge into an irresistible and overwhelming force.

That's Fortune, destiny.

The people present all Shangdu this aura; the higher their strength and the more they had accomplished, the stronger and more complex this aura became.

The aura emanating from that big-headed monster, though still present, was like that of broken pottery or a snapped, withered branch.

Xia Ningning's eyes shone with a deep blue light, and her fingers appeared jade-white and delicate.

She seemed to be standing in a fog, only her eyes and hands remained clear.

The bluer the eyes, the more pure the blue; the whiter the hands, the more jade-like the white.

Only by blurring one's own existence can one capture the destiny that remains untouched by others.

The strand of hair wrapped around her finger grew longer and longer with each pull.

Human relationships are as thin as paper; tear one layer, and you'll find a thousand more. Connections are as delicate as threads; pull one apart, and you'll find ten thousand more.

"Having exhausted all karmic ties from this life and settled all affairs after death, I am ordered to return to the world of the living to finally find peace."

Dead seeds sprout anew, broken porcelain vessels still hold water...

Xia Ningning retreated step by step, the strands of hair on her hands turning from black to red, crimson like blood, growing to three feet, four feet... seven feet!

Seven feet later, she carefully untied the strands of hair wrapped around her fingers and coiled them around the big-headed monster's forehead.

"How much do any of you know about this person?"

Xia Ningning said, "Please tell me, I need to determine the place where he initially severed ties, bury him there, and only after seven days and seven nights can he be refined into Dharma Corpse."

Yu Nanfeng asked, "Seven more days and seven nights?"

"If it's corpse refining, of course there needs to be a burial process."

Upon hearing this, Xia Ningning offered a few explanations.

"It only takes seven days and seven nights to create a Dharma Corpse, possessing all the abilities it had in life, and using them even more skillfully, obeying every command."

"Even considering all the corpse-refining schools in the world, this is already one of the fastest methods."

Chu Tianshu and Yannian, having a greater understanding of unorthodox magic, agreed wholeheartedly.

The art of corpse refining can be practiced by some schools for three or four generations, taking over a hundred years.

Those who can compress the corpse refining process within a year are considered highly efficient.

As for the situation of using wild corpse monsters to create corpses, it's difficult to include that.

As for the catastrophe more than 20 years ago, humans were randomly turned into zombies. This was uncontrollable and they did not retain their abilities from when they were alive, so it cannot be considered a zombie-making process.

Seven days is enough.

Yu Nanfeng's eyes flickered as he said, "Brother Zhang, although you were the one who captured that secret base inside the mountain, there are still corpses and possibly other documents inside. I hope we can handle it together."

"After all, we have different strengths, so negotiating might be more effective."

Her words were much more polite and sincere.

Although they suspected the Food Is Heaven ' methods, they wanted to annex South Wind.

However, she believes that Zhang Tao is by no means the kind of heartless person who would conceal a huge hidden danger three years ago.

Zhang Tao nodded.

Chu Tianshu said, "Send me a copy of the materials as well."

Yu Nanfeng smiled and said, "That's only natural."

Yannian, standing to the side, told Xia Ningning about the big-headed monster.

Xia Ningning pondered, "Let's go to the river first. Although he was captured in the mountains, the injury to his shadow by the river is the beginning of his severing ties today."

A person's fate is like a wavy line.

The shadow of the big-headed monster was injured by the river, which led to it being tracked by the Yannian Sense.

If represented as an image, it would be a relatively flat line that starts there and then drops sharply downwards.

Zhang Tao continued riding, and the group soon returned to the riverside camp.

Hou Jian and the others rushed over, concerned about Yannian's injuries.

Xia Ningning walked to a grassy area by the river and turned to observe the color change of the big-headed monster's red hair.

"This is it!"

Zhang Tao dismounted and grabbed the big-headed monster's shoulder.

Wherever a powerful surge of energy reached, the big-headed monster stood ramrod straight, like a wooden stake.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Zhang Tao pressed his entire body down into the grass, breaking the grass roots and pushing aside the soil and gravel.

From the legs to the waist, all the way down to the strange man's shoulders, Zhang Tao raised his hand slightly, then pressed down on the top of his head, pushing his head down as well.

No shovel was needed at all; the body was buried just like that.

Chu Tianshu clicked his tongue. "Bury it upright?"

"The body is buried upright, which is called a legal burial."

Xia Ningning said, "To refine Dharma Corpse, this is how it should be done."

She walked to the burial site, made hand gestures, and chanted some incantations that no one else could hear.

The single red hair on the corpse's head broke through the ground and stood upright.

Thin wisps of smoke began to rise from the tips of the red hair.

Logically speaking, hair should be burned away instantly when exposed to fire.

But this hair, though fine, was like an extremely durable stick of incense.

After the top light came on, smoke had been billowing for over ten seconds, but there was still no noticeable change in height.

"Funeral in the earth belongs to the underworld; a single thread of connection with the law is a sign of reverence to Heaven."

"This incense stick will burn out in seven days, its ashes returning to the earth, replacing the corpse beneath the ground, and it's time for it to come to the mortal world."

After Xia Ningning finished speaking, she exhaled deeply, her whole body relaxed, and she showed signs of fatigue.

She expended a great deal of energy in refining the Dharma Corpse.

Seeing this, Chu Tianshu invited, "Miss Xia, Brother Zhang, why don't you rest for a while in our camp? I happen to have some tea and snacks in my tent."

Xia Ningning smiled.

"I'm afraid I'll be bothering you for more than just a short time; I'll have to stay here and keep watch for seven days and seven nights."

"I hope Tianshu won't find me an eyesore then."

Yannian quickly bandaged the wound, strode over, and laughed heartily, "Manager Xia, please don't mind our simple place. Please come in."

Chu Tianshu led his men into the tent, put Sanqi back into its sheath, and set out tea and snacks.

Although the four of them were sitting around the table, none of them were talkative.

Zhang Tao sipped his drink slowly, seemingly lost in thought, Yannian sat in meditation, tending to his injuries.

Chu Tianshu held the empty cup, his gaze drifting into the distance, recalling the techniques Zhang Tao had used earlier, which confirmed some of his understanding of swordsmanship skills.

Xia Ningning ate two pieces of sponge cake, and seeing that no one was talking, she simply closed her eyes and began to meditate.

Inside the tent, there was an eerie tranquility that one hesitated to disturb.

Some people who stepped outside the curtain sensed this atmosphere and abruptly stopped.

Chu Tianshu turned around and asked, "Boss Yu, did you go back and bring the patient back?"

"Indeed, sorry to bother you."

Yu Nanfeng lifted the curtain with her folding fan, and a young man with a sickly look and loose clothes followed in.

"Sister Ningning!"

Yu Wanzhuo's eyes lit up, and he blurted out.

(End of this chapter)