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A cold smile appeared.
The practice of corpse driving is a part of Witchcraft Culture, also known as spirit relocation. It originated from the four counties of the Ancient Chen State: Yuanling, Lu Xi, Chenxi, and Xupu. During the Qing Dynasty, tales of the Corpse Driver became widely circulated, specifically the Corpse Driving Secret Technique. This technique involves transporting the bodies of those who died far from home back to their hometowns, allowing them to rest in peace.
Corpse drivers typically consist of two practitioners dressed in Yellow Robes. Regardless of the number of corpses, it is always the master and apprentice who carry out the task. They do not use lanterns; instead, they shake a Shepherding Bell in their hands while walking, striking a gong to keep night travelers at bay. Families with dogs will confine their pets during this time.
When there is more than one corpse, they are tied together with grass ropes, spaced about six or seven feet apart. As they walk at night, the corpses wear tall felt hats with several pieces of yellow paper inscribed with symbols pressed against their foreheads, hanging down over their faces.
There are certain taboos associated with corpse driving: three types can be driven while three types cannot. The three types that can be transported are those who were decapitated (their heads must be sewn back onto their bodies), those who died by hanging, and those who died standing in a cage. The reason for this is that these individuals died against their will, feeling discontent and longing for home and family.
Using spells, their souls can be summoned and bound within their respective corpses with talismans. Then they can be driven to traverse mountains and rivers back to their homeland. However, those who died from illness, voluntarily drowned themselves, or were struck by lightning and burned beyond recognition cannot be transported.
For those who died from illness, their souls have already been claimed by Yama, and spells cannot retrieve them from the Ghost Gate. Those who drowned or hanged themselves have their souls entangled with replacements and may be in transition. Summoning their souls would disrupt the cycle of reincarnation for the old souls. Additionally, those who perished by lightning are often considered deeply sinful individuals, while those burned to death typically have incomplete remains; thus, these two categories of corpses cannot be transported either.
The old man exuded a palpable aura of death, both inside and out. Clearly, he had mastered the Ghostly Techniques of the Corpse Driver to an extraordinary level, having cultivated it to the final stage of Hua Shi Gong. This method required living with a corpse in a coffin for a total of eighty-one days, sharing every aspect of life. After that, he would use the unique Huanhun San of the Corpse Driver to continuously draw upon the corpse's essence.
After eighty-one days, consuming Coffin Fungus would allow him to break free from the coffin, rendering his body impervious to blades and bullets, comparable to Hong Mao Jiang.
Testing me? Zuo Ci chuckled softly, pointing his Nine-section Staff forward.
A low hum resonated through Guan He Hall, enveloped in the power of Apricot Yellow. The old man's expression changed dramatically. He felt the essence of death within him being suppressed at his acupoints. What kind of spell was this?
Fang Mou had heard some legends about the Corpse Driver; this old gentleman was quite skilled, and his flesh was formidable. However, compared to a true Hong Mao Jiang, he still fell short! Zuo Ci sneered.
Whether he could hold his ground would soon be revealed through action!
The old man's face twitched as his fingers, dark as ink and stained with potent Corpse Poison, extended toward Zuo Ci's brow like talons.
With his first move, he aimed to kill!
Zuo Ci let out a cold laugh and summoned Wuli Shi!
The Apricot Yellow light before him formed a Daoist Sect doorway, and Xu Hongfa, covered in scale armor, charged out from within like a tank, barreling toward the old man.
With a swift motion, the old man's sharp fingers grazed Xu Hongfa's armored exterior, leaving behind several Dao Fire sparks. His expression shifted dramatically—was this Hong Mao Jiang?
Old man, is that all your strength?
Xu Hongfa grinned widely, extending his fist covered in red scales, which carried a fierce wind as it smashed into the old man's chest.
Boom!
The old body bent like a shrimp, sent flying backward by Xu Hongfa's punch, blood gushing from his mouth.
Courage!
Despite being struck solidly by Hong Mao Jiang, the old man did not faint. He looked at Xu Hongfa with a somewhat pale expression, revealing a greedy glint in his eyes.
Hong Mao Jiang!
This was a rare quality of zombie.
If he could advance his cultivation further, he would become a Feitian Yacha.
This was an extraordinary being capable of soaring through the skies and burrowing into the earth.
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