Chen Ruo's technology 3

""What happened to Qixie" I asked.A sinister smile spread across the dark, gloomy face of the official. "My Lady," he said with feigned deference, "You're here...Ha ha, this is excellent! Now we won't...For ordinary people like us, let alone eight hundred years, we can't even remember clearly what happened eight years ago. Eighty years is a lifetime, two lifetimes, let alone eight hundred.

Jiang Qiyun propped his elbow lazily on the car door, stating coldly: "It's nothing major, just the changes of the world, the shifting of power, and mountains and rivers... stained with blood."

"When the air is filled with hostility, demons run rampant. Perhaps during that time, his Talisman of True Spirit went awry…" Jiang Qiyun speculated.

"I've always heard about the "General Spirit True Talisman", but I've searched through all the Taoist scriptures I know, and there are very few mentions of the demon realm. There is no specific description of this General Spirit True Talisman..."

Of course, it is a blessing to be able to correct the path. However, those who lack blessings can only take detours. Even within the Taishang Xuangmen, there are examples of people entering the path through evil means. Cultivating immortals and refining demons are different paths but lead to the same goal. The Yu Ling Zong Zhen Ling Fu is equivalent to the 'Immortal Roster' of the Demon Realm. It is a scroll that allows these independent individuals to go to the Demon Realm and abide by its orders.

Jiang Qiyun paused for a moment: "...If something goes wrong with this, the Three Realms will be in turmoil... No wonder the old men in the Sanqing realm turn a blind eye..."

"So, we're not helping bad people by doing this" I asked hastily.

“When you encounter his pack of demons and monsters, don’t be polite. However, he is very restrained and cannot fight him easily. After all, this is the human world, not the underworld or the demon realm. If his purpose is only related to the spirit-suppressing talisman, it’s harmless to help him. But if he sets his sights on you, then there's nothing to be polite about.” Jiang Qiyun snorted coldly.

I swallowed nervously. I sure hope he doesn't drag me into this. This serious-looking Bai hasn't even given me a proper glance, and I imagine he doesn't consider me worthy of his attention. He probably just wants to use me as a pawn in his attempt to cross realms.

Chen Ruo, sitting in the passenger seat, had been caught by a cold breeze and startled earlier. She came down with a low fever as soon as she got in the car and fell asleep.

My brother also pulled out a children's fever patch from somewhere and stuck it on her. It must be a common pediatric medicine that dads always keep in their cars.

As soon as the car pulled back to the outskirts of the city, Chen Ru in the front seat suddenly shivered and opened her eyes sleepily, asking: "Are we at the lab"

My brother glanced at her, lazily saying, "It's not time yet~ Ms. Chen, are you really able to make a 3D reconstruction"

"... I'll do my best. By the way, Young Master Mu, could that corpse be brought to our lab If we can scan the skeleton, the reconstruction will be even more perfect and realistic." Chen Ruo said seriously.

"You don't need to worry about that, I'll make the arrangements... Since Yin Su Bai has given his approval, let's just go for it. We just need to give him an answer in three days." My brother said.

"Hey, that place where the corpses are kept is so weird, and the coffin is so big, the door is so small, how was it even transported out If we open the coffin to move the corpse, I'm afraid it will be damaged…" I whispered to my brother, leaning on the back of the car.

My brother scoffed: “Haven't you forgotten Mu Wanchen's moving skill He can move so much furniture into Xiao Yinluo's room, and you worry about not being able to carry out a coffin”

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Xiao Yinluo once said that Mu Wanchen brought all the valuable things from a mysterious cave in the Wuwang Mountain City into a "treasure chest" and sent them here using the Wu tribe's Five Ghosts Carrying Technique.

Relying on the treasures inside, after being laundered by overseas jewelry companies, Xiao Yinluo supported the entire clan of Wuwang Mountain City. You can imagine how many things were packed in there.

This secret technique should be more than enough to transport a coffin.

However, there are many taboos to secret methods. Moving a coffin is something that even minor ghosts probably wouldn't want to do, so my brother asked me to personally seek help from Mu Wanchen.

Just go, whatever. Anyway, Yin Luo and Mu Wanchen's place are practically our nursing home and daycare center already.

Although the Yin family were well-known figures in the circle, they rarely got involved in disputes. As a renowned medical family with deep roots and vast resources, most of their members were kind and approachable physicians. When we wanted to take a break or shirk our responsibilities, we'd often go visit them.

Jiang Qiyun sent me to the door of the Yin family and instructed me: "If you encounter Yin Suibai, don't act rashly. If he wants to walk in the world, it is impossible to kill indiscriminately... However, the demons and monsters under his command are not reasonable people. If you encounter them, either try your best to protect yourself or strike first. Don't worry about causing a conflict."

"Easy for you to say, with your vast powers. How could I, with just a sliver of cultivation, dare to fight demons I can barely protect myself, let alone be the aggressor! How is that even possible" I stared at my divine emperor husband, shaking my head in amusement and disbelief.

Jiang Qiyun lightly hummed, “Mu Xiaoqiao, you are too soft-natured. If you had a third of Xia Yinluo’s spunk, your thunder magic would be much smoother.”

"I..."

It's depressing, my temperament and personality are both innate and cultivated over time. My upbringing can hardly compare to Xia Yin Luo's...

"But…" Jiang Qiyun leaned down slightly, a light smile curling up on his lips, and whispered softly in my ear: "The Supreme Dao Ancestor said that innocence, selflessness, tranquility, humility, gentleness, adherence to the weak, and detachment… these are all natural principles of 'Dao,' and they are also the path to cultivation."

"Although your temperament has bothered me at times, I find it endearing as well."

I couldn't help but smile a little. It's not easy to get the Emperor to say something soft.

"Don't get cocky." Jiang Qiyun raised his hand and tapped my forehead: "Cultivation also needs a life. If you don't have a life..."

"What happens when you die" I asked, meeting his gaze.

Jiang Qiyun furrowed his brow, muttering to himself like, "If I'm going to die, then go to the underworld and continue my cultivation."

"..."

I couldn't possibly do that, I haven't lived long enough yet.

After giving me some last words, Jiang Qiyun disappeared back into thin air before my eyes.

He wasn't actually very keen on entering other people's homes. Xia Yinluo was also from a family of cultivators, with many protective deities enshrined in their home. Jiang Qiyun would casually enter and leave, which inevitably startled these deities who each had their own duties.

Watching the clouds rise from the river before me disappear, I rubbed my nose and turned to prepare to knock on Yin Luo's door.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw the door creak open silently halfway. Mu Wanchen's tall figure stood behind it.

“Master has left” he whispered.

"Come on, we found the corpse, and we need your help—" I said hastily.

Mu Wanchen raised his hand, signaling me to hold back on speaking for a moment.

It seems inappropriate to speak at the doorstep. Besides, Little Yinluo has a large and boisterous family, so I quickly changed the subject, peering inside and asking, "Where's my little ancestor"

Mu Wanchen's eyes showed a hint of both indulgence and exasperation: "It's not even dawn yet, you're already clamoring to get up. You want to go for a morning run with Xiao Luo'er"

"Huh Who's that It must be Yu Gui, right"

"Need I say more" Mu Wanchen gave me a cool glance.

Alas, this little ancestor is too spoiled. A bit willful, pouting at the slightest provocation, tears welling up in their eyes. Those watery eyes when they look over... we all become spineless, unprincipled adults.

No, I need to be stricter. After all, there are safety hazards when children go out.

"What are you worried about" Mu Wanchen asked.

"I'm worried that Little Yin Lu won't be able to handle it, she's a child herself! Why don't you go with her" I asked, frowning.

"With her senior sisters and brothers following behind, they were playing in the park.... Children stay inside all day and get bored, so it's good for them to go out and run around.... If I went with them, I'd attract even more attention," Mu Wanchen said with a slight frown.

"What are you doing all by yourself in the house Watching TV, scrolling on your phone" I asked curiously.

Help Xiao Luo'er transcribe her make-up exam notes.

... oh dear ...

Okay, so just copy the notes down, and then "transcribe" them... I'm defeated.

I can't stand their relationship, so I headed straight to the park in the back of the Yin family estate to meet Yin Luo and the others.

As dawn broke, the park gradually became lively. Uncles and aunts who came for morning exercise gathered, one after another. Xiao Yinluo's family had a business acumen. The two rows of buildings in front of the park were all their properties. They ran teahouses, health centers, and light meals, which nearby office workers often ordered to take away.

So this small park actually resembles a community street center, bustling with activity even in the early morning.

I walked into the park, thinking that in such a large place, I should invite the Land God to help me find someone. Who knew, just as I entered, not far from the entrance, by the lake, I heard a childish voice shouting —

"Straightforward and honest, straightforward and blunt, good luck and fortune! Grandma, let me take a look for you"n, and threw it into the black mist—Even the most powerful poison gas is just a gas, and under the cloak's suppression, it disperses and drifts away, leaving only a solitary, sharp point.That is the t...