Meng Jingzhou turned over another piece of tiger skin. The tiger skin was old, as if it was hundreds of years old, but it was well preserved and the densely packed small characters on it could be seen clearly. Lu Yang and Man Gu stretched their necks to take a look curiously, but they did not recognize the characters.
"This is demon writing, the language used by the demon clan." Meng Jingzhou said, he happened to recognize it.
Foxes are naturally dissolute, and this is also reflected in their writing. They often write unhealthy books. If someone does something unspeakable with these books, the author of the book will be able to collect a trace of yang energy.
Therefore, most of the unhealthy books that are frequently circulated on the market in the Central Continent are written by the fox tribe. Although the authorities have been widely publicizing their harmfulness and organizing activities to destroy books every few years, these books are still circulating in the dark market and cannot be stopped despite repeated bans.
Meng Jingzhou was quite obsessed with this kind of books when he was young, but he didn't know what unspeakable things were at that time, he just thought the book was interesting.
In order to read the original version, he specially learned the demon text.
"You love studying so much?" Lu Yang and Man Gu were surprised. Cultivating immortals can enhance memory, and it doesn't take long to learn a language.
But the problem is that Meng Jingzhou learned the demonic writing before he practiced Taoism, which is very unusual.
Meng Jingzhou was unwilling to explain the reason, only saying that he had some interest in the demon culture.
Man Gu felt that Brother Meng was worthy of being Brother Meng. He studied hard but did not like to show off. He was humble and had a noble character. He was worthy of learning from.
"What's written on the tiger skin?"
"Let me see... Ghostly things move in the dark and avoid the sun... This is the method of driving ghost servants."
Meng Jingzhou quickly browsed through it, made some calculations in his mind, and soon deduced the function of the secret book.
"The old hunter should be refined in this way."
"There are also requirements for refining ghosts. The cultivation base must differ by two major levels, except for refining mortals. After refining Qi to the seventh level, you can refine mortal souls."
The technique of commanding ghost servants is very useless. Only people who are two realms lower than oneself can refine it. Even if the ghost servants are refined, can they still be sent into battle to kill the enemy
For example, in the battle with the tiger demon just now, if the ghost servant appeared, his role would be no better than cannon fodder and he would not pose any threat.
"Do you need me to translate all of it for you? This thing doesn't seem to have any restrictions on race. Humans can practice it, too, but it works best on tiger monsters."
Man Gu wanted to ask what was the use of learning this thing, but he heard Lu Yang's analysis: "We have joined the Demon Sect, so we can't do without the magic methods. This technique of driving ghost servants is just suitable for serving as a facade. There are ready-made ghosts in the hunter's residence. You translate the technique of driving ghost servants on the tiger skin, and the three of us will learn it together."
Originally, Lu Yang planned to eliminate the remaining ghosts, but now the situation has changed. It will not be too late to disperse the souls after making use of the ghosts.
According to what the tiger demon said, the minions all volunteered to be servants after death and were driven to become ghosts to harm travelers.
They all deserve to be killed.
"Okay." Meng Jingzhou agreed immediately. He spread out paper and ground ink, and quickly wrote down the technique of controlling ghost servants.
"I won't practice it. I have pure Yang spiritual roots. Ghosts will melt away quickly when they see me, just like snow seeing the sun. I can't practice this kind of pure Yin attribute magic."
Lu Yang and Man Gu practiced together without saying much.
Soon, a cold wind blew in the cave, accompanied by the wailing of ghosts that could not be seen, bringing endless chill that froze the bones and marrow.
Lu Yang only felt his body lighten, his feet left the ground and floated in the air like a ghost.
He felt that his mind was clearer than ever before, and his five senses were sharp, able to perceive any subtle details around him. He also felt that Meng Jingzhou was like a blazing fire, extremely hot!
"Huh? What's going on?" Lu Yang was puzzled. He looked down and found that his body was sitting cross-legged just fine.
"No, it's not that I can fly, it's that my soul has left my body!"
Meng Jingzhou noticed that something was wrong with Lu Yang and shouted in horror: "Only those in the Nascent Soul stage can leave their bodies and travel thousands of miles. How come you have left your body now?"
"Go back quickly, you are only at the foundation-building stage, and have not yet cultivated to the soul. The soul is easily damaged. Once the soul is damaged, it will be difficult to repair it!"
Lu Yang also realized the problem and recited the mantra to control the ghost servant, allowing the soul to return to normal.
"How did you do it?" Meng Jingzhou had never heard of anyone in the Foundation Establishment Stage daring to leave their body.
There is no such spell at all.
Lu Yang was also extremely puzzled: "I just practiced the technique of driving ghost servants according to what you wrote. I felt that I completely understood it and there was no problem. I said to try it out and see what it looked like, and it turned out like this."
Meng Jingzhou looked at Lu Yang strangely: "Could it be that you treat your own soul as a ghost servant and drive yourself?"
I've never heard of a way to practice this way, but based on the current situation, this is the only explanation.
Lu Yang thought about it, but couldn't think of any other possibilities.
Lu Yang asked Meng Jingzhou to stay away from him and tried several more times, but the result was always the same: his soul would leave his body.
"What's up with my magic talent?"
The two had no choice but to wait for Man Gu to wake up and ask if his situation was the same as Lu Yang's.
When Man Gu woke up, he saw Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou looking at him expectantly, which made him confused.
"Have you learned the art of commanding ghost servants?"
"With some experience, I should be able to control eight mortal souls."
"Can you control yourself and let your soul leave your body?" Lu Yang looked at Man Gu expectantly, wanting Man Gu to say yes, so that he could prove that he was not practicing wrongly.
Man Gu was even more confused: "How is this possible? This is a technique to command a ghost servant. Can one also command one's own soul as a ghost servant?"
Meng Jingzhou glanced at Lu Yang and told him about Lu Yang's learning experience, which made Man Gu admire him very much.
Brother Lu has a quick mind and is extremely gifted in learning magic, unmatched. Brother Meng is talented and well-read.
He learned a lot along the way, which was just like what a saint had said.
What did the saint say
Oh yes, as the sage said: All three of us can be my teachers.
"It's time for us to go look for the accomplices." Seeing that there was nothing worth searching in the cave, Meng Jingzhou called on his companions to leave.
"You guys go first. I'll take care of some things and follow you later." Lu Yang asked Meng Jingzhou and Man Gu to leave first.
Meng Jingzhou and Man Gu left the tiger's den without thinking much.
After making sure the two had left, Lu Yang's smile faded and his facial expression gradually calmed down.
He walked deeper into the cave and saw bones piled up like a mountain, and sighed softly.
“Sure enough, it’s here.”
When Lu Yang saw the various items, he guessed that given the tiger demon's cautiousness, it would definitely not throw the bones outside after eating a person, as this would easily expose itself. The safest thing to do would be to leave the remains in the cave.
Reality also confirmed his idea.
These poor people came from different places and were deceived and eaten while passing through Songshan for various reasons. Their final destination was this small cave.
Lu Yang didn't say anything else. His Qingfeng sword cut through iron like mud and he easily cut off a large piece of rock from the rock wall.
He flattened the rock, silently chanted the mantra for rebirth, and erected a tombstone for these poor people. He was silent for a moment, no one knew what he was thinking, and then he turned and left.
"Sorry for the long wait. Let's go." Lu Yang called his two companions to leave this unpleasant place.