From the advent of the mountains and seas

Chapter 67 The Perfect Failed Work (Please follow up!)

In view of the meritorious support of the exorcising artisans.

Commander Lu agreed to his request and asked him to return to the beach camp with the team and leave tomorrow morning.

It was a trek.

When the team returned to the beach camp, the moon was already high above the sea.

The harvest on the first day of landing on the island is not insignificant. The corpse of the deer head monster and the bamboo slips in the tower are all extremely valuable research materials.

The first time Tang Ruosheng returned to the camp, he got into the research tent set up in the afternoon, ready to start translating the content on the bamboo slips and experimenting with some ideas in his mind on humanoid monsters.

The soldiers returned to their respective teams, the wounded needed treatment, and the others needed rest and food.

The actions in the jungle in the afternoon, the repeated fighting really exhausted these elite soldiers.

An Jing's condition is not much better.

As the person who bears the heaviest task in the team except Commander Lu, after returning to the camp, his mind relaxes a little, and his fatigue comes like a tide, and the soreness in all parts of his body, especially his right wrist, is particularly obvious.

The deer-headed monster's fingers were really strong, and after several hours, the bruises on the wrists still did not dissipate.

Carrying a roast leg of lamb, I went to the beach alone to find a shoal, and sat on the reef to rest.

With a sip of wine and a sip of meat, An Jing enjoys the scenery of the rising sea and the bright moon, and the continuous sound of the tide makes people feel soothed, temporarily put aside the horror experience in the jungle, and enjoy this moment of tranquility.

Drink up, take off your shoes and walk in the shallows.

The cool sea water is below the ankles, the gravel is loose on the soles of the feet, and the sea breeze blows the hem of the clothes, dispelling the drowsiness.

An Jing carried the Miao Dao on his shoulder, keeping it delicately balanced, and recalled what he had seen and heard in the tower in his mind.

Due to the riot of the mire monsters, neither Commander Lu nor Tang Ruosheng saw the scene inside the fourth floor of the tower. An Jing was particularly concerned about the unusually shaped alchemy furnace with a disk symbolizing yin and yang on the top.

Both the deer head monster and the giant loach are undoubtedly the product of experiments hundreds of years ago, and they can be called the existence of two sides of one body.

The former is mainly human, combining viscera with monster organs.

The latter is dominated by beasts, splicing human bodies and monsters together.

The resulting monster obviously also represented the failure of the research in this area, or not completely successful.

The deer head monster and the giant loach have indeed extended their lifespan to a certain extent, but they are also forced to give up their identity as "human beings" and live in that disgusting posture. What is the meaning of longevity?

Not only that, but the appearance of Shuren also made An Jing very concerned.

Even though the contact was only a few minutes, An Jing still felt that the treant seemed to be transformed from a human being.

No matter in shape or behavior, they are no different from human beings.

It's just that it belongs to a completely different system from the deer head monster and the giant loach. If I have to say it, it may be closer to the Taoist that Hushen will meet.
And judging from the behavior of the tree man after he was found in the tower.

It is obviously not the owner of the tower, and it is very likely that it is also an intruder, and this can also be seen from the follow-up giant loach rampage, but the tree man is missing.

And therein lies the problem.

The tree man sneaked into the tower when the deer head left. What's the goal?
It's a pity that the withdrawal was too hasty, and An Jing didn't have time to further verify his conjecture.

Herod~
A horse neighed not far away.

Looking up, the messenger who set off from the camp in the morning appeared on the beach in the distance, and it is estimated that they have already contacted another fleet.

But when he got closer, under the moonlight, An Jing suddenly noticed that the messenger's appearance had changed.

Changed?

Just as he was about to step forward to see clearly, the messenger had already whizzed by in front of him.

On the way, I also had a face-to-face meeting with the mortician who was also wandering outside the camp
An Jing looked at the mortician who had just walked out of the forest not far away, and couldn't help frowning.

What was he doing in the jungle at this hour?
Xu Shi noticed An Jing's gaze, and the mortician turned his head to look at An Jing, and leaned forward to greet him, saying,
"Xiangxi mortician, Lin Xieying, you must be An Jing, a well-known ghost messenger in Jianghu?"

"It's just everyone's love. Brother Lin entered the jungle so late, why do you know why?"

An Jing bowed his hands in salute, said a word modestly, and asked with a smile.

The close conversation allowed An Jing to see Lin Xieying's face hidden under the black robe. Unexpectedly, it was a young man with a bluish-white face, probably due to prolonged contact with the corpse, and there was a gloomy look in his brows and eyes.

"Commander Lu doesn't allow me to bring corpse puppets into the camp, so I can only place them outside."

Lin Xieying spread out her hands helplessly, and explained.

Thinking of those suicidal poisonous puppets, An Jing agreed with Commander Lu's order very much, and was about to continue to say something, but a Jin Yiwei shouted from beside him.

Tang Xueshi sent An Jing to go to his camp immediately.

"It's important, Brother An please."

Lin Xieying moved aside, An Jing left immediately, and ran to the camp with her boots in hand.

Putting on his boots again, he came to Tang Ruosheng's research tent. As soon as he entered Anjing, he saw the dead deer head monster on the wooden platform. The former was sitting beside him looking at the bamboo slips in his hand.

"Come here, I need you to do me a favor."

Seeing An Jing's money, Tang Ruosheng got up quickly, waved his hand to signal him to go over, and said,

"I need you, a master of inner strength, to help me test the deer's head monster's heart. I originally planned to command Zhao Lu, but she has to arrange tomorrow's mission, so I can't get away at this time."

"Heart test?"

An Jing walked to the platform where the deer head monster's body was placed, saw the heart contained in a transparent glass jar, and asked with some doubts,
"What do you need me to do?"

"These bamboo slips record the experiment that fused the human heart with the heart of monsters, and put forward an extremely important concept 'Qi'. The leader of the experiment believes that everything in the world is born of Qi, and Qi is Tao, and Tao produces one, and one produces two"

Holding the bamboo slips in his hand, Tang Ruosheng tried to explain his discovery to An Jing, but in the middle of the conversation, he found An Jing's particularly "innocent" eyes, paused, and explained in a simpler way,
"They feel that as long as they master the purification and condensing of qi, they can make the human body achieve the unity of heaven and man without leaks, and without leaks, it means self-contained heaven and earth, and also achieves eternal life to a certain extent."

"They succeeded?"

"The result is of course a failure. The deer head monster and the giant loach are the best proofs of a perfect failure!"

Raising his hand and tapping the glass jar containing the deer head monster's heart, Tang Ruosheng said again,

"They are failures, but they perfectly tell the experimenters that this road will never work. I need someone who has mastered 'Qi' to stimulate the heart, and combined with the contents recorded in the bamboo slips, I can figure out why they failed!"

The so-called failure is the mother of success.

Tang Ruosheng just wanted to see the means of those monks from the failed works hundreds of years ago.

　There is still one chapter left, I have to edit it again and post it in the morning.

　　Ask for follow-up, collection, and recommendation!
　　


(End of this chapter)