mtlumby2d Chapter 95 Long drought brings rain
Chapter 95 Long drought brings rain
"Yes, the Golden Silkworm Gu."
Mei Shiyu said, "The Golden Silkworm Gu feeds on gold and silver, has a golden appearance, and spits out silver threads... Most importantly, the Golden Silkworm Gu can bring wealth and promotion to the family that raises it."
Li Tingyun said, "So, this kind of Gu isn't bad, is it?"
“No,” Mei Shiyu said, “Witchcraft is an evil art. The reason why the Golden Silkworm Gu can make the person who raises it achieve their wishes and rise to the top is because this Gu can absorb the luck of others and transfer it to itself.”
"..."
Li Tingyun asked, "How could Master possess such a thing?"
"This is a long story. Two hundred years ago, I discovered the Golden Silkworm Gu on a young boy..."
Mei Shiyu looked at his apprentice and suddenly asked, "Yuanbao, how old are you this year?"
Li Tingyun casually replied, "Twelve years old."
Mei Shiyu continued, "That boy was about your age, but when I found him two hundred years ago at the bottom of the cliff of Wanren Peak in Daoxuan Sect, he was already dead... His flesh and blood were so mangled that I couldn't even recognize his face."
Li Tingyun was shocked. "Master, how did he die?!"
"I don't know, it's very likely... he accidentally fell off the cliff and died."
Mei Shiyu recalled the past with a pained expression, and said softly, "He held my sword in his hand, his body covered in blood, which soaked into the sword and formed a sword spirit. The reason why the Qing Shuang sword spirit has too much evil energy is because of this."
Li Tingyun smiled wryly, "Why is the Azure Frost Sword in his hands? Master, do you really not know how he died? In other words, does his death have anything to do with you?"
Mei Shiyu remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "I didn't kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died because of me. I didn't kill him, but his death was indeed related to me. The biggest mistake I ever made in my life was bringing him up Wanren Peak..."
He pondered for a moment, then stopped talking about the matter. Looking at the golden silkworm gu in the box, he said, "This golden silkworm gu is the one I found on him. Strangely, the gu was already shriveled and could no longer poison others, but the child kept it with him. I don't know why."
Li Tingyun walked closer, glanced at the plump worm, and said, "Master, this Gu worm is clearly doing very well."
Mei Shiyu explained, "After that, I turned this Golden Silkworm Gu into a spiritual medicine. There is an ancient medical book that says 'five poisons can be used as medicine.' Medicine and poison are of the same origin. I consulted the medical practitioners of Yunlan Sect about this, and with their guidance, I refined the toxicity of the Golden Silkworm Gu."
Li Tingyun frowned. How did they get involved with the Yunlan Sect again?!
Their sect leader, Yun Songhe, was a despicable scoundrel who seduced a nine-tailed fox and fathered Si Wuxie and his sister. He killed his wife to prove his Dao on the very day he died, and he almost strangled his own twin children... Could Mei Shiyu possibly have a relationship with such a person?
Everyone has different standards for measuring morality, but Li Tingyun has a "flexible" moral bottom line.
The villain's values are warped; in his view, a person can be thoroughly evil, but not as rotten as a maggot.
Because that's disgusting.
Mei Shiyu noticed the disgust in his disciple's eyes and said, "Yuanbao, it is a well-known fact that the Yunlan Sect Master is immoral and disgraceful. You don't like him, and neither do I. But we cannot condemn all the disciples of the Yunlan Sect because of one person."
The Yun family is, after all, a family of doctors and poisoners with a history of over a thousand years, and has produced countless medical masters who have saved lives.
Whether in the world of cultivation or in the mortal realm, healers hold an extremely high status.
If one cannot be a good prime minister, then one should be a good doctor; if one cannot save the world and its people, then one should heal the sick and save lives. This is the wish of a virtuous person.
Li Tingyun asked, "Master, what are the effects of the Golden Silkworm Gu after it loses its toxicity and is made into a spiritual medicine?"
Mei Shiyu said, "The silk spun by this golden silkworm can be made into a special snow silk, which can be wrapped around the wound to relieve pain and inhibit the spread of toxins."
As he spoke, he flipped the box over, and the golden silkworm landed on the burial garment. It slowly wriggled its fleshy body, spitting out silver threads to repair the fabric, as if an invisible hand was threading a needle and mending it.
In the center of the formation, Mao Jiang suddenly let out a heart-wrenching roar.
He could no longer tolerate the rampant growth of hair inside his body.
Upon hearing the roar, Li Tingyun felt a chill run down his spine, and his hair stood on end.
Mei Shiyu withdrew his immobilization spell on the zombie, allowing him to insert his fingers into his throat.
Mao Jiang used both hands to forcefully tear open his throat, ripping his flesh inch by inch to expose his ribs. His frantically trembling right hand reached into the bloody hole, pulled out organs covered in green whiskers, and threw them on the ground.
He curled up, slowly severing the tendons and hair growing between his organs and remains, but he was too slow. The hair had already spread to the torn wounds and quickly took root deep in his bloody chest cavity.
His bones, flesh, and internal organs were tangled together, and the indescribable pain was enough to destroy his resilient spirit and devour his indomitable will. He cried and screamed like a child, tears streaming down his face, and his body convulsed violently in a pool of blood.
It's unbearable to look at.
Mei Shiyu pursed her lips, her gaze fixed on the trembling figure within the formation.
He murmured to himself, "Actually, I once saw a truly incorruptible skeleton..."
The horrific scene before my eyes gradually overlapped with the figure of that boy from two hundred years ago.
This scene stirred up his memories once again.
He had witnessed firsthand the process by which the boy's decaying corpse transformed into incorruptible bones and then regenerated flesh and blood.
Forget the past.
Mei Shiyu's eyes were filled with mixed emotions, revealing a hint of sorrow and bitterness.
Li Tingyun suddenly grabbed his sleeve, pointed at the hairy zombie in the center of the spirit array, and asked, "Master, look at him in this state. Is the snow silk made of golden silkworm silk still of any use to him?"
The zombie's shrill screams were chilling, and Li Tingyun's attention was completely drawn to it, so he didn't hear Mei Shiyu's soft murmur.
He couldn't help but feel a soreness in his teeth, a chill ran up his spine and straight to the top of his head, and even his scalp felt a little numb. This feeling was like... empathy?
What a hell!
He never empathizes with people, which is utterly baffling.
"Ingots?"
Mei Shiyu grasped the boy's trembling hand in return. "If you're scared, then don't watch anymore. Go upstairs and find a room to rest. You've been causing trouble outside all day; you need to get a good night's sleep to recharge."
Li Tingyun replied, "I'm in great spirits, I don't need to rest! Besides, sleeping is too boring..."
Seeing that he was clearly not feeling well, yet was still staring intently at the zombie, Mei Shiyu had no choice but to reach out and cover his eyes.
Li Tingyun felt a slight coolness in her eyes, and before long, she became drowsy and fell headfirst into Mei Shiyu's arms.
Fragrance floats.
Mei Shiyu picked up the boy's body and saw that the hole in the burial shroud on the table had been repaired by the golden silkworm.
Not only that, but fine silver threads also seeped into the fabric along the original stitches, making the garment look unchanged, but in reality it was made of snow silk, and it was filled with spiritual energy.
Mei Shiyu used magic to send the burial clothes into the spirit array, put them on the body of the zombie, then carried the unconscious boy to the table in the cleared space, gently put his head down, and withdrew his arm.
Looking up, the zombie in the center of the formation had gradually quieted down and stopped roaring wildly.
Having completed its task, the golden silkworm twisted its body and returned to the box.
Very well behaved.
All things have a spirit, and the Golden Silkworm Gu, which was made into a spiritual medicine, also followed its master. Not only was it naturally fond of quiet and gentle, but as a medicinal ingredient, it also had healing and purifying properties when used to refine elixirs.
Mei Shiyu has no plans to refine elixirs for the time being.
Raise your left hand and put the Golden Silkworm Gu into your storage space.
He turned the Bodhi ring on the index finger of his left hand, his eyes filled with a somber look, as if he were hiding many unspoken thoughts.
This Bodhi ring is not an ordinary storage ring; besides its use for storage, it also contains hidden secrets.
Within the Bodhi Precepts lies another realm, more stable and more real than the world Si Wuxie constructed in the murals.
Moreover, it is vast and boundless, containing mountains and seas. If one were to live there for a lifetime, avoiding the world, no one else could possibly find it.
It is like a paradise where immortals once lived.
Mei Shiyu glanced at her little apprentice, who was lying peacefully on the table, and couldn't help but reach out to brush away the stray hairs on his forehead and ruffle his hair. "Yuanbao, is there some kind of connection between you and that boy from two hundred years ago..."
He asked uncertainly, "Or are you his reincarnation?"
Mei Shiyu closed her eyes, her figure gradually disappeared, turning into a wisp of ethereal green smoke, and slowly entered her storage ring.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in front of a bamboo house nestled against the mountain and beside the water. I pushed open the door and went inside.
Suddenly, a dark shadow rushed out of the house, crashed into his chest, and pinned him against the two bamboo doors, rendering him unable to move.
The cool touch of the rain-soaked bamboo still lingers on my fingertips.
The person was already tightly held by that dark figure.
A sharp pain came from the side of my neck.
A long, strong hand pressed down on the back of his head.
The hand had distinct knuckles—the white bones of the five fingers were exposed, and the reddish flesh looked as if it had just grown back; even the tiny blood vessels were clearly visible.
Its sharp teeth eagerly seized the snow-white neck, biting through the flesh and penetrating deep into the blood vessels. Warm blood flowed down the parched throat into the spleen and stomach, quenching the thirsty internal organs.
Like rain after a long drought.
Mei Shiyu was used to all of this.
He knew, of course, that the Undying Bone was bloodthirsty.
This incorruptible body is undergoing a rebirth, requiring a large amount of fresh blood to nourish itself in order to grow into an indestructible and fearless "drought demon".
No one knew better than Mei Shiyu what a terrifying "monster" he was raising in his own paradise.