The fortune telling was so accurate that I accidentally accumulated a huge amount of merit!

Chapter 1248 Raising a Death Soldier in Ancient Times?

Yunran glanced at Mei Zhang, then at the three fingers lying on the ground.

It's all her fault for being too impulsive before; otherwise, she wouldn't have let her puppet become crippled.

I didn't have much conscience to begin with, so I feel a tiny bit of pain.

"Hey~"

Yun Ran sighed, then looked at the stableman who had been standing as a pillar not far away: "Come here!"

At this moment, the groom's attitude towards Yun Ran could no longer be described as awe, but rather reached the point of fanaticism.

Even if Yun Ran had only asked him to go over, he would have done it immediately, even if Yun Ran had asked him to sacrifice himself.

"Young Master, what are your orders?"

Yun Ran took out a palm-sized glass bottle containing a dark blue liquid. With just a slight shake, the translucent liquid looked exceptionally beautiful.

“Pick up the three fingers from the ground, rinse them clean, and then soak them in this liquid.”

The coachman didn't think about why he was doing this; he simply carried out Yunran's orders without thinking.

Soon, the fingers that looked almost dead returned to their normal color after being soaked in the dark blue liquid.

He looked cool when he lashed out at people with a knife, but now that he has to make amends, he's really having a tough time.

Fortunately, she was not only skilled in mystical arts, but also proficient in treating external injuries.

Otherwise, it would be quite embarrassing if her first human puppet was crippled.

The coachman watched helplessly as Yun Ran reattached the three fingers that Mei Zhang had previously cut off.

This scene directly challenged all his understanding over the past few decades.

He felt a sense of disorientation, as if he didn't know what day it was, and couldn't help but ask, "If a finger is cut off, can it be reattached?"

Yunran, unlike the ancients from thousands of years ago, did not have a sense of superiority due to the prosperity of later generations.

He replied casually, "I don't know if others can do it, but I'm sure I can. If you're interested, you can learn from me later."

As she spoke, Yun Ran reached into her bag and pulled out a handwritten notebook.

This is a record she made herself, outlining some key points for treating severe injuries and reattaching severed limbs.

"Of course, that's on the premise that you can find enough medicinal herbs and that you have enough talent!"

The groom instinctively took the pen and paper, only then realizing how heavy it was.

Many people nowadays are prejudiced; if someone isn't one of their own or a direct descendant, it's simply impossible for them to learn the craft.

Not to mention, what is recorded in this notebook can be considered 'divine arts' in this era.

"Little Lord……"

"Take it if I give it to you. How much you learn depends on your own comprehension."

Yunran is not a pushover, nor is she showing off her abilities.

It's simply because, for the people of Qingfeng Temple, passing on their skills to others when the opportunity arises is just a matter of course.

This is also because the people of Qingfeng Temple are generous and magnanimous.

Therefore, many people are willing to secretly pass on some secret techniques or forbidden arts to them.

The coachman, unaware of the background, simply assumed that Yunran had taken a liking to him, and his eyes immediately welled up with tears.

He gripped the pen tightly in both hands.

Suddenly, he knelt down with a thud and kowtowed to Yun Ran several times.

The speed was so fast that Yunran didn't even have time to react.

If he were to offer Yun Ran a cup of tea at this moment, the scene would truly resemble an apprenticeship ceremony. "Master, from this day forward, you are my only master!"

Yunran: ...

Calling someone "young master" and calling them "master" are two completely different attitudes.

Also, the name of this coachman is really quite random. Could it be that there is a Ma Yi and a Ma Er?
After mentally complaining for a moment, Yunran couldn't help but sigh.

She only noticed that Ma San's eyes were shining brightly as he stared at Mei Zhang's reattached finger, which sparked an idea in her mind, and she gave him the notes she had taken.

Then look at Ma San's forehead, it's bleeding from the banging, he's really honest.

Would you say she raised a bodyguard in ancient times?
Since she came to this dream mirror, her luck has indeed improved a lot.

I just acquired a puppet, and now I've unintentionally gained a loyal follower.

This stroke of luck suddenly made Yunran, who had been experiencing bad luck for a long time, a little excited.

"Get up."

Ma San quickly stood up, still gripping the pen tightly in both hands, as if he were holding a priceless treasure.

He didn't even think to wipe the blood from his forehead.

"Go pack your things, we're getting ready to leave."

"Yes, Master, I'll go right away."

Ma San quickly went to pack his things, leaving Mei Zhang standing blankly in front of Yun Ran.

"Later, you and Ma San will sit outside the carriage."

Upon receiving Yun Ran's message, Mei Zhang, who had been in a daze, immediately seemed to have some mechanism activated.

He suddenly came to life: "Yes, Master."

Yunran's hand wound has healed, but controlling a person is not an easy task.

An indescribable sense of fatigue washed over me.

Fortunately, she doesn't need to expend her own power to suppress the Heavenly Dao's disdain and her unfortunate fate.

Otherwise, with only half her strength available, it would be quite difficult for her to easily control Mei Zhang.

Suddenly, I didn't hate this dream world so much anymore.

It would be even better if we could find the celestial book sooner.

Ma San quickly finished packing, and Yun Ran also got back into the carriage, immediately spreading out on the seat like a pancake.

The nine-headed beast witnessed Yun Ran's actions throughout the entire process.

At this moment, I couldn't help but comment: "I didn't expect that you, the young master of Qingfeng Temple, are truly worthy of your reputation."

"Your puppetry skills are quite impressive, but why did you go through the trouble of reattaching that person's hand after cutting it off? Was it for fun?"

Yunran: ...

Sometimes, she really wanted to poison and mute those ancient ferocious beast remnants, because their lousy mouths would say anything.

"You're interested? How about I rip one of your heads off and put it back on for you? You have nine heads anyway!"

Upon hearing that Yun Ran had set her sights on it, the nine-headed beast immediately jumped far away from Yun Ran.

Others might just be saying things casually.

But Yunran, this little brat from Qingfeng Temple, is very likely to be the real one.

It's not like it's tired of living, risking its head to gamble on Yunran's reconnection technology.

"Look at you, can't you take a joke? You people from Qingfeng Temple are so rigid and boring!"