After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 862 The Identity of the Corpse Demon, A Challenge to the Four Emei Mountains! [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

A short while later, the woman arrived at the main room.

Her long hair had been dried by steaming, revealing a fair face underneath.

Zhou Mingyuan was right; she was shedding her skin, and the shedding was complete.

She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a delicate and refined appearance. At nearly 1.7 meters tall, she wasn't short.

She was wearing one of Chen Yang's shirts, which was a bit loose and concealed her figure, giving her a unique charm.

He looks to be in his early thirties at most; he's very young.

“There are no women’s clothes at home, so please make do with these for now, and I’ll buy you some more tomorrow…” Chen Yang said.

The woman simply nodded slightly and went straight to sit down on the sofa.

She looked around, as if everything in the room was new and exciting.

Zhou Mingyuan asked, "Who is this fellow Daoist? Can't you still remember?"

Upon hearing this, the woman shook her head and remained silent.

She had tried to recall everything carefully while she was taking a shower, but she couldn't remember any information at all. Her mind seemed to have been formatted, and the only thing she could remember was the name Pang Guanglin.

She naturally took this name as her own.

However, Chen Yang previously stated that Pang Guanglin was his ancestor and had been dead for over sixty years, thus denying that she was Pang Guanglin.

The woman tilted her head and looked at Chen Yang. "Who is Pang Guanglin?"

Chen Yang chuckled dryly, "I told you before, senior, that he was my ancestor, my great-grandfather Chen Tongsheng, who was his disciple."

"Chen Tongsheng?"

The woman thought carefully, "I feel like I've heard this name before."

She rubbed her temples, but still couldn't remember anything.

She turned her gaze back to Chen Yang, "Tell me about Pang Guanglin, and your great-grandfather..."

This……

Chen Yang looked at Zhou Mingyuan.

Zhou Mingyuan nodded, signaling Chen Yang to begin speaking, hoping it might jog the other man's memory.

Chen Yang was both amused and exasperated.

How am I supposed to begin?
"I don't know much about the founder, Pang Guanglin. He was originally a lay disciple of Emei..."

Chen Yang organized his thoughts and began to speak in a detailed and engaging manner.

The woman listened attentively, occasionally asking questions, and Chen Yang answered all her questions.

But after hearing this, the woman's face still showed a look of confusion.

Clearly, trying to awaken her memory through storytelling was not an effective method.

Zhou Mingyuan said, "If you don't remember who you are, do you remember who buried you? When were you buried?"

The woman was taken aback by what she heard, and then fell into a deep recollection.

Thinking too much only gives me a strange headache, and my mind is completely blank, as if I really can't remember anything.

Zhou Mingyuan asked her many more questions, but she knew nothing about them.

This amnesia is far from minor.

Unfortunately, asking too many questions not only gave her a headache, but also Chen Yang and the others, so they simply stopped asking.

Chen Yang arranged accommodation for her and escorted her to her room.

"Mr. Zhou, is there going to be a problem with this?"

Chen Yang was very uneasy. After all, it was a corpse demon, an anomaly. If it was not controlled properly, it would cause big problems.

Zhou Mingyuan shook his head. "Does she look like she could cause any problems?"

Chen Yang paused slightly. At present, this woman seemed harmless, but she was, after all, an anomaly, and a powerful one at that.

"Let's figure out her identity first. When you have time, take a look inside that stone coffin and see if there's any useful information."

Zhou Mingyuan waved his hand, looking a little tired, "It's getting late, let's rest first."

Helpless, Chen Yang turned around to look.

Huang Can hadn't left yet, rubbing his chin with a Sherlock Holmes-like expression.

"What are you thinking about?" Chen Yang asked.

Huang Can said, "This senior has forgotten everything, yet still remembers your ancestor's name. In my analysis, there are only two possibilities: either she is your ancestor's wife, or your ancestor owes her a lot of money..."

Pang Zushi's wife?

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang wanted to slap him. Who didn't know that Blind Pang had remained single his entire life? Wasn't this just tarnishing his reputation?

However, Chen Yang was slightly taken aback when he heard the latter part, which was clearly a joke.

Do you owe her a lot of money?
Chen Yang suddenly remembered someone and turned to look in the direction of the bedroom.

Could it be her?

"What's wrong? Did something come to mind?"

Seeing the change in his expression, Huang Can quickly asked a question.

Chen Yang snapped out of his reverie, looked away, and shook his head. "It's nothing, let's talk about it tomorrow. It's getting late, you should go back and rest. Oh, and if Uncle Guoqiang asks about it tomorrow, make up an excuse..."

"I……"

Huang Can was both amused and exasperated. What excuse could I possibly come up with?
Such a large stone coffin, gone overnight. I couldn't possibly run up and tell him that the stone coffin had been stolen, could I?

If I cry foul, people will immediately suspect me.

Huang Can chuckled sheepishly. "What's the point of making excuses? Just admit you don't know anything. What does the disappearance of the stone coffin have to do with us?"

"Okay, whatever you want."

Chen Yang rubbed his temples and said no more. After seeing Huang Can off, he went to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, the floor was covered with shed skin, which gave Chen Yang goosebumps.

Medical books do mention "human molting," which refers to fingernails that have been cut off, but he had never heard of "corpse molting."

But Old Zhou said that this thing is a rare medicinal material. He just asked the Three Corpse Divine Tree. According to the Three Corpse Divine Tree, this medicine is required for the Heavenly Tribulation Pill it is refining. So it must be kept.

The Heavenly Tribulation Pill has one main ingredient, which is corpse slough. However, corpse slough is hard to find, so the Three Corpse Divine Tree resorted to using the bones of cultivators at the Creation Realm as a substitute.

Using bones to replace shed flesh is theoretically feasible. Back then, the old tortoise under the Corpse Lord used this method to refine a Heavenly Tribulation Pill.

Unfortunately, this attracted a calamity, resulting in the destruction of the elixir and the death of the tortoise.

Over the years, the Three Corpse Divine Tree has used the same method to refine Heavenly Tribulation Pills many times, attempting to replicate the Heavenly Tribulation Pills refined by the old tortoise back then, but all attempts have ended in failure.

Corpse molting and corpse bones are not the same thing after all, and their medicinal effects and properties are definitely different. Now that we have real corpse molting, it might be able to increase the success rate of pill formation by a large margin!

"If the sun shines tomorrow, dry it and store it. We can't lose this. Once we've gathered all the medicinal herbs and your alchemy skills have improved, we'll try refining the Heavenly Tribulation Pill..."

Chen Yang collected all the flesh scraps from the bathroom, leaving nothing behind, while the Three Corpse Divine Tree continued to give instructions.

"And then he'll also attract the Tribulation of Pills and be struck dead by lightning?" Chen Yang said jokingly.

The Three Corpse Divine Tree said, "The Heavenly Tribulation Pill is a divine pill that can help cultivators break through to the Celestial Realm. It's normal to attract a pill tribulation. Just find a way to withstand it, right?"

"Old Tree, the Heavenly Road is broken!"

"It's true that the road to heaven is blocked, but what if it opens up again someday?"

……

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The next day.

When Chen Yang got up early in the morning, he saw the woman from last night standing under the loquat tree in the yard, lost in thought.

"Senior, you're up so early?"

Chen Yang called out from afar before walking towards him.

"Ah."

The woman responded softly, looking at the loquat tree in front of her. "This tree must be quite old, right?"

Chen Yang was slightly taken aback, then nodded. "My grandfather said that this tree was planted by my great-grandparents when they were alive, so it should be about fifty years old now..."

Fifty years.

It sounds short, but it's actually half a century, most of many people's lives, enough to reproduce several generations.

The woman looked up at the courtyard outside, then turned back to look at the Chen family's old house. "Your house... I feel like I've been here before..."

It was dark last night, so she didn't look closely. When she woke up this morning, although her mind was still blank, she felt a strange sense of familiarity with everything around her.

She felt that she should have been here.

Furthermore, Chen Yang's face also felt very familiar to her.

She listened to Chen Yang talk a lot last night.

She had been buried underground for at least several decades and was now in the form of a corpse demon, having been resurrected from the dead.

When was he buried? Who buried him? Why do I only remember the name Pang Guanglin? If I'm not Pang Guanglin, then who am I?
She spent the whole night thinking and recalling, but despite the information Chen Yang had shared, she couldn't recall anything.

Upon hearing her say that she was familiar with her own courtyard, a strange light flashed in Chen Yang's eyes. "Senior, think carefully. Although our courtyard has been renovated, its appearance and layout have not changed..."

The woman sighed softly and shook her head repeatedly.

It was clearly futile. Chen Yang said, "Senior, there's no need to rush. You remember Master Pang's name and feel our house is familiar, so you must have visited my home before. Although several decades have passed, it's not that long. We'll take you for a walk around the village in a bit. There are many elderly people in our village who might have seen you before..."

"In addition, I have some relics left by Master Pang. Senior, you can take a look and see if you can recall anything?"

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, the woman clearly became interested, "Where is it? Quickly, take it out..."

Chen Yang led her into the main room, took out a tattered notebook and a stack of printed white paper, and placed them on the coffee table.

Chen Yang said, "This is a handwritten notebook left by Master Pang. It was badly damaged, so I had someone specially repair it. We were able to barely make out some of the information. The paper contains printed parts of the content."

He opened his notebook, as if deliberately turning to a certain page.

"On the eighth day of the second month of the Dingmao year, I borrowed 50 pills of the Nourishing Spirit Pill from the hermit of Yulian Mountain, which have not yet been returned..."

"On the 16th day of the fifth month of the Dingmao year, I borrowed 30 Body Tempering Pills from the hermit of Yulian Mountain, and have not yet returned them!"

"In the fourth month of the Dingchen year, I borrowed 12 Meridian Opening Pills from Yulianshan, which I have not yet returned!"

……

"In the third month of the Dinghai year, the signs of the five signs of decay of heaven and man had already appeared. Knowing that his lifespan was coming to an end, he lent one [Heart Cleansing Pill], ten [Jade Bone Pills], and a number of [Creation Pills] to the Jade Lianshan Master, leaving them for his disciple Tongsheng... He has not yet returned them!"

……

The notes were clearly a list of debts. The woman frowned slightly as she looked at them, as if trying to recall something from between the lines.

Chen Yang didn't disturb her; he just waited quietly.

Last night, thanks to Huang Can's quick wit and insightful suggestion, Chen Yang had a rough idea of ​​the woman's identity.

Could this woman be the Yu Lianshan person I've been searching for?

According to the information Chen Yang has found, Yu Lianshanren, whose real name was Deng Yulian, was a female disciple of the Kun Sect of Chunyang Temple in Emei, who lived from 1875 to 1975. She was not very talented in cultivation and was still stuck in the Spirit Realm even at the age of 100. However, she was proficient in alchemy.

In 1975, in order to break through to the Creation Realm, Deng Yulian went to Longmen Mountain to find medicine and refine pills, and then she never appeared again.

According to official records, it is speculated that she failed to break through her cultivation and died of old age at Longmen Mountain, since she was already a hundred years old when she disappeared.

Without breaking through to the Creation Realm, how many people can live to be a hundred years old?

The Qiankun Qi Furnace that the Zhao family found in the bottomless cave of Longmen Mountain also corroborates the fact that she had reached the end of her lifespan and passed away.

1975 was the year Deng Yulian disappeared. Perhaps for some reason, she came to Jiapigou and was buried underground, either voluntarily or involuntarily, and turned into a corpse demon.

She was already 100 years old at that time, nearing the end of her lifespan, yet unable to break through to the Creation Realm. It was reasonable for her to obtain an alternative form of immortality through this method.

Everything is possible.

Of course, this is still just Chen Yang's conjecture, and it still needs other information to corroborate it, or for her to recall her own identity.

He'll take her for a walk around the village in a bit, to reminisce a bit. However, she looks no more than thirty, not at all like a centenarian. Chen Yang can't be sure if there are any elderly people in the village who will recognize her.

While the woman was looking through her diary, Chen Yang took out his phone and took a picture of her from the front.

At this moment, Zhou Mingyuan came out of the room.

"Any progress?" Zhou Mingyuan asked as he approached Chen Yang.

"She still can't remember anything, but I do have a guess. I'll send the photo to my great-uncle."

As Chen Yang spoke, he sent out the photos.

My uncle was cultivating in seclusion on Mount Emei and didn't use a cell phone, so he sent the message to Yuanlong.

It was getting late, and he figured he shouldn't disturb their rest, so he dialed Yuanlong's number, briefly explained the situation, and asked him to send the photos to Tianhua Temple so that his uncle could take a look.

Since Uncle has obtained the knowledge of Patriarch Pang and possesses some of Patriarch Pang's supernatural memories, it shouldn't be difficult for him to recognize this woman.

Moreover, there are elders like Xuan Jing and Xuan Qing, and even Yuan Long himself might recognize them.

However, after reading it, Yuan Long gave Chen Yang a disappointing answer.

He didn't know this woman.

Although Yuanlong was over a hundred years old, Yulianshanren was at least forty or fifty years older than him. Even if he had met him, he certainly hadn't seen Yulianshanren when he was young.

Moreover, this woman's corpse demon body has already shed its skin once, and its appearance may have changed drastically.

But in any case, Uncle should be able to see some clues.

……

"Did Pang Guanglin write all of this?"

After hanging up the phone, the woman looked up and gazed at Chen Yang.

Chen Yang nodded. "It was written by Master Pang himself."

“Then I’m definitely not Pang Guanglin,” the woman said confidently.

Needless to say?

Chen Yang raised an eyebrow. "Senior, have you remembered something?"

The woman shook her head.

If she were Pang Guanglin, wouldn't she have unwittingly saddled herself with a huge debt?
"That Pang Guanglin is really a scoundrel. He keeps swindling people, borrowing from one person after another, and I wonder if he ever paid them back in the end..." the woman said calmly.

Chen Yang was both amused and exasperated; he hadn't expected that this was what she was focusing on.

Although it hasn't been repaid, it hasn't said it won't be repaid either. If it really doesn't want to repay, why keep such a ledger?
The woman said, "This man named Yu Lianshan is also stupid..."

Chen Yang broke out in a cold sweat, wondering if the Yu Lianshan man you mentioned might be yourself.
At that moment, Huang Can arrived.

"Chen Yang……"

He barged into the main room, but upon seeing the woman sitting on the sofa, he immediately became obedient, like a little rabbit seeing a tiger. He shrank his neck and gave the woman an ugly yet kind smile.

This is a corpse demon!

"What's up?" Chen Yang looked up at him.

Huang Can then came to his senses and remembered that he had come here for something, so he quickly said, "Huang Long, Senior Huang Long wants you to come over."

"Oh?"

Chen Yang and Zhou Mingyuan exchanged a glance. It seemed that Huang Long's side had made some progress.

Are your sister and the others home?

"No, we went up the mountain to pick tea before dawn."

"Okay, you drive my car later and take this senior to town to buy some clothes. When you come back, take her around the village to meet the elderly people and see if anyone recognizes her..."

Chen Yang gave Huang Can a few instructions, and before Huang Can could reply, he and Zhou Mingyuan had already disappeared at the gate of the courtyard.

"feed me……"

Huang Can looked completely bewildered. Why me? I'm just an extra.

This is a corpse demon! You want me to be alone with her?

Although cheap bitter tea doesn't taste good, what if she likes it?

At that moment, Huang Can felt a gaze coming from behind him, as if someone was pointing a dark gun barrel at him.

I have goosebumps all over my body.

He turned around, meeting the gaze of the woman on the sofa, his smile more like a grimace. "Senior, wait for me a moment, I'm grabbing something, let's go shopping..."

Without waiting for the woman's reply, Huang Can ran to Song Daneng's house next door.

When he returned, he was wearing a motorcycle helmet.

……

-

Song Kaiming's home.

Inside the snake pit, Huanglong Daoist looked much better, clearly indicating that his injuries had healed to some extent.

"Did they contact you?"

Zhou Mingyuan got straight to the point; there was no room for formalities between him and Huang Long.

Huanglong Daoist nodded. "Li Xiulian contacted me first. We'll meet at Mount Si'e on June 20th. I told her I was injured, and she said she would help me heal..."

He briefly explained the situation.

June 20th?

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang's eyes flickered slightly. "Today is the 18th of the sixth lunar month, so you mean the night after tomorrow?"

Huanglong Daoist smiled and said, "If they want to kill me, the sooner the better, because delay might cause unforeseen changes."

Zhou Mingyuan stood to the side without saying a word.

Chen Yang said, "Is your injury healed, senior? When the big battle breaks out, we may not be able to take care of you."

"Hehe, don't worry, it's almost done."

Huanglong Daoist smiled helplessly.

The fact that a powerful expert at the mid-stage of the Dao Realm should be taken care of by a junior at the Creation Realm was somewhat ironic.

Before Chen Yang could say anything more, Huanglong Daoist said, "Bring more people with you. We don't know how many strong people are on the other side. If we get counter-attacked, and I see the situation is bad, I'll have no choice but to abandon you and run away..."

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