The so-called autopsy of immortals is a Taoist method of cultivating immortals. Legend has it that the body is buried in a place with strong yin and spiritual energy. Although the person is dead, the body is still practicing continuously. First, the flesh rotts into bones, and then the bones will grow again until they become a new living person.

　　The meaning of autopsy is that the old body dissolves and the new life is reborn.

　　I remember my third uncle and grandpa told me a story before, saying that a family built a garden and dreamed at night. I dreamed that an old man told him that I would still have three months. Don't touch me tomorrow. In return, when I finish, I will definitely be blessed to your house.

　　The man woke up and had no idea what the dream meant. As a result, when he dug into the pool the next day, he dug out a large jar, opened the lid of the jar, and found an old man sitting cross-legged inside.

　　The old man was very strange. There was tender meat on his bones, but there was no skin. It was scary to watch.

　　The man understood what it meant. Let the family live well and never move.

　　As a result, a nephew told his little friends about it. From their point of view, one of them was rather short of money. He was afraid that no one would believe what he said in the future and wanted to cut off a piece of meat as evidence.

　　As a result, when they touched Lao Dao, two lines of tears immediately fell from Lao Dao's eyes and immediately turned into a pool of blood. There was nothing left. Three months later, the family was also destroyed.

　　The old man told me that this kind of prescription has too much luck-God wants you to fail, let alone three months, not even a day.

　　The corpse in front of him was much more complete than the old way in the story-even his skin was elastic, only his nails and hair were not long. It was estimated that the autopsy would be successful soon.

　　Unfortunately - there was a big hole in his chest, as if it had been broken by something, and his chest was in a mess.

　　Just like animal practice, autopsy immortals also need internal alchemy. Internal alchemy is usually on the heart. I looked up at the bottomless hole and looked at this woman. Things were obvious.

　　It was this woman's body that fell from the bottomless pit and was smashing into the coffin of this senior brother Xuanmen, directly smashing through the corpse pill. The senior brother fell short. The corpse pill, which had been practiced for hundreds of years, was cheaper than this female corpse, causing her to become the overlord among the walking corpses for no reason-Hydra.

　　This kind of probability, how to think how incredible - before from the bottomless pit fell a lot of things, but on the eve of success, was smashed by this female corpse.

　　Yes, the wedding place is full of yin qi, spiritual qi, and so secretive, as well as the sky light of a line of sky, which is perfect. It can be seen from the success of both the caretaker palace and Huang Daxian in their spiritual practice. Unfortunately, this ending is really in line with the law of this wedding place-all the hard work over the years has helped the family.

　　How desperate would this senior brother be?

　　Just now, he reached out to grab my hand, probably hoping to find a good place to bury it and not suffer such an unexpected disaster.

　　Cheng Xinghe shook her head repeatedly. "This is too unlucky - the hundred ways to die on TV are not as unlucky as him, right?"

　　This is all fate, don't admit it.

　　According to the rules of Xuanmen, the coffin of any portal must be buried according to the rules of that portal. I went to find clues and wanted to see who this senior brother belonged to, but after all, I had never been in Xuanmen and could not see it.

　　Don't say, by the way, a look at his appearance shows that this senior brother's eyebrow bone is extremely convex. Unfortunately, the printing hall is damaged and the migration palace is divided into two parts. This also shows that he has empty ambition, but ambition is difficult to pay. He is indeed a tragic figure.

　　At this moment, I suddenly found that there seemed to be something in his chest, so I took it out-it was a book slip. When I opened it, I saw that the handwriting was embroidered with special techniques, and I could barely tell it.

　　Don't say, did he calculate that he would be flooded before using this method of not being soaked?

　　I looked at it carefully. It didn't matter if I looked at it. My heart suddenly lifted - "I spent my life searching for the Four Phases Bureau."

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　　His dream was to find the Four Phases Bureau?

　　I immediately looked at Cheng Xinghe. Cheng Xinghe's eyes straightened and she blurted out, "The Wei family in Jingnan?"

　　By the way, according to Ma Yuanqiu's meaning, the four-phase bureau is related to four families. One of them is Cheng Xinghe's Liuqiao Cheng family, and this Jingnan Wei family seems to be the same.

　　The next content was how much effort this senior brother had put in to find the four-phase bureau, but he had struggled all his life and failed to get the desired result. Therefore, he took the risk and wanted to use the method of dissecting immortals to practice as an adult again. After a hundred years, he would continue to look for the four-phase bureau.

　　I thought his "ambition" was to become an immortal. I never thought that it was also related to the four-phase bureau.

　　What was this thing, and why was it so important? Moreover... He couldn't find it after searching for his entire life. Could it be that there were a few families left, and they had spent their entire lives looking for this four-phase game, generation after generation?

　　The last words were even more inconceivable. He said that he was sure that the real dragon would appear in this place, so he chose to autopsy in this place. If the autopsy was successful, he could find the real dragon with his eyes open.

　　A real dragon? What is that?

　　The last sentence of the book was "The reincarnation of a true dragon, when the four phases are broken."

　　Where in the world do dragons come from?

　　Cheng Xinghe was obviously thinking about this problem as well, and his face was getting uglier and uglier.

　　It was too difficult for him to find something that generations could not find.

　　I patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry. Look, so many people can't find it in their lifetime. You can't just say that you can find it. Things have to be done slowly..."

　　Cheng Xinghe shook off my hand and raised her voice. "I don't have time to take things slow. I'll pay back more than 300 days."

　　"Ah?" I was stunned. "What do you mean?"

　　"It means..." Cheng Xinghe pulled the corner of his mouth. "Within 300 days, if I can't find the Four Phases Bureau, I will die, and I will be the last person in the Liuqiao Cheng family."

　　In other words, if he died, the Liuqiao Cheng family would be gone?

　　I suddenly remembered-he said that he knew his death date and that he didn't know if he could have offspring.

　　He took the simple book from my hand and walked out without saying a word.

　　I realized the atmosphere wasn t right, he definitely didn t look like he was joking.

　　Outside, Cheng Xinghe's demeanor had always been wrong - there was a feeling of sadness.

　　I didn't disturb him, but pulled Jing to the village committee.

　　A group of people from the village came and stared at the corpse. "Is this the Hydra?"

　　"It looks good!"

　　"How can such a good-looking girl be a disaster? It would be beautiful if my little Shunzi could marry such a girl!"

　　"What a beautiful fart, don't you suck your little straight into a walnut?"

　　Only the face of the village chief and the second pillar changed. The second pillar looked straight at the corpse, and the village chief even sat on the threshold.

　　I saw it, but I didn't say a word. I said, "It's noon now. Don't be stunned, everyone. Let's help, hit the dry bone pile, and the rain will come."

　　The so-called dry bone pile is to burn the body of the dry horse, then disassemble the residual bones, nail them with peach wood, and bury them in the ground.

　　Of course, the corpse of the dry turtle is not a good stubble. After eating so many people, it also has spiritual energy. It is as invulnerable as an evil god. It must be sprinkled with three treasures of water (cinnabar, black dog blood and boy's urine) to be exposed to the sun before it can be lit.

　　Hearing this, everyone cheered and quickly gathered the things together.

　　But something unexpected happened-the three treasures of water were sprinkled, and the drought still couldn't burn.

　　Everyone looked at each other, "What if it doesn't burn? If it doesn't burn, it's useless to find it. It's still not raining."

　　"That's right. Not only does it not rain, what if she fakes her corpse when it gets dark?"

　　"Sir, good people do it to the end. Think of a way!"

　　I replied, "This Hydra can't be burned. It's because her resentment hasn't dissipated. If her resentment dissipates, she can burn it."

　　The villagers didn't understand, so they asked me what I meant. I looked at the village chief and the two pillars and said, "Why don't you tell me?"

　　Erzhu stood up and stared at me. "You, what do you mean?"

　　I pointed at the sky. "In less than forty minutes, it will be dark. If you dawdle, when the sun sets, this woman will still stand up and eat people. No one will be able to stop her then."

　　When the other villagers heard this, they looked at the village chief and the two pillars with a look of disbelief. "Village chief, what do you mean by this, sir? Are you related to this Hydra?"

　　"That's right, what's going on?"

　　"Say it quickly, if you don't say it, the sun will set!"

　　The village chief stood up and raised his thumb at me. He murmured, "Sir, you are really amazing. If you take care of this matter, I will let go of this village."

　　When Er Zhu looked at it, he murmured, "Grandpa, you..."

　　The village chief cleared his throat and then said, "To tell you the truth, I killed this woman."

　　The villagers present were stunned for a moment. First, they were silent, and then someone said loudly, "How is that possible? Village Chief, you are old and muddle-headed!"

　　"Yes, how can you talk nonsense!"

　　Obviously, the village chief was very prestigious in the village. No one believed him when he said that he had done this kind of thing.

　　The village chief smiled, stared at the corpse, and said, "Whoever owes the debt will pay it back. This is natural justice."

　　"I still don't believe it," a villager said loudly, "What kind of grudge do you have with this foreign woman? Do you want to kill her?"

　　The village chief stared at Erzhu and said, "This is Erzhu's wife - the woman who didn't let you make a wedding."

　　Second Pillar clenched his fists tightly. He looked at the face like a living person in a daze. "Daughter-in-law..."

　　Everyone was stunned.

　　The village chief said calmly, "You all know that the two pillars are outside, making the city woman fascinated. After returning home, she is obsessed with marrying a city woman. How many girls have I found for him, he despises them all, saying that they are dirt, and he has to ask for a foreign one. But the city girl wants a house, a car, and a bride price. Where can I go to find it?"

　　As he spoke, he looked at the female corpse. "I bought this city lady."