The tall and tall Shen Zui stood not far away, not saying a word, but just watching the girl skillfully and meticulously perform a series of operations that she could not understand.
The dirt on the dead old immortal's face was easily removed, but the huge wound on his abdomen made even Shen Zui unbearable to look at it.
He put his hands behind his back and made fists, with veins popping out and hidden in his sleeves.
This old man is his sect master. He was born in Shenzui. He has been teaching carefully for more than twenty years without stopping in the cold and summer. She was more considerate to her than her parents, and she didn't expect that she would be killed by an adulterer today, and even her golden elixir would be forcibly taken away.
He looked cold and intoxicated on the outside, and although his face did not express much sadness, the deep coldness and mist in his eyes revealed his innermost feelings.
Shen Zui raised his head and sighed softly, then turned to the sect master and the girl.
The mortal woman in front of her, who called herself Mu Wan'er, didn't look strange in the face of such a horrific wound. Her face was calm and peaceful, which was very different from the way she had been angry with her just now.
This really makes Shenzui, who is the direct descendant of the Immortal Family on the mountain, a little curious.
The girl fetched hot water and used a wet towel to carefully clean up the gurgling but not dripping blood near the old man's Dantian.
The water was changed from basin to basin, and the towel was almost dyed red. Finally, all the dirt was scrubbed away, leaving only the red flesh.
After careful observation, Mu Wan'er went to the backyard, took out two green bamboos, and then used a hatchet to carefully cut out bamboo strips. After a while, dozens of strips of different lengths were piled up.
Shen Zui, the proud son of heaven, who was standing next to the Eternal Life Sect, was really confused by the two-foot-long monk.
He himself is not very old, and immortals have a long life, so the sect may not encounter funerals for hundreds of years.
Of course, Shen Zui understands all these, but knows nothing about them.
"These bamboo strips are used to support the old man's abdomen, and then I will repair or suture it according to the situation."
Mu Wan'er, a delicate girl, started weaving supports with bamboo strips and said to herself.
Shen Zui understood that this was meant for a layman like him.
Not long after, a small bamboo thing similar to a grasshopper cage was completed in the girl's hands. Very light and flexible.
Mu Wan'er placed it on the old man's abdomen and adjusted its position so that it fit well with the surrounding skin.
However, where the old man's golden elixir was dug out, a large piece of skin was missing, which caused a bit of a headache.
"Shenzui, here we come."
Several people suddenly came from the door. They all looked like gods and their clothes were fluttering.
The leader of the visitors was Elder Song from the Changsheng Sect. He was tall and had a serious face. "When the other elders of the sect got the news, they asked us to come and take the sect leader's body back immediately."
After saying that, regardless of Mu Wan'er who was repairing the body, the elder just waved his arm gently, and the old man's body slowly rose up, a few feet away from the table.
"Put it down!"
Mu Wan'er hates these people who interrupt her work the most. The deceased are all dead, so can't they just let him be quiet for a while? How will this repair end halfway?
The tall elder was obviously a little impressed by this ant under the mountain, "Why?"
"Why why? You people on the mountain are all like this! What the deceased needs is dignity, not being moved around. If you want to restrain yourself, you must at least wait until I finish."
The elder looked at it and asked the same question as Shenzui, "Can you recover?"
The girl Mu Wan'er also gave the same answer.
"The sect leader died suddenly for no reason, and his body must be brought back to the sect as soon as possible. You can't delay it. If you want to complete it, just come with us." Elder Song still smiled coldly and asked.
"Let's go!"
Mu Wan'er, who would never allow herself to have unfinished repairs, had firm and clear eyes.
The immortal family naturally lives in the sky. For the girl Mu Wan'er, she must follow the immortals to fly into the sky on flying swords. This is a big challenge for her.
Although she has a somewhat unafraid character, her life is her own. What an injustice it would be if she fell from a high altitude and fell into pieces.
The most important thing is that there is no embalmer as reliable as herself here. Just thinking about how ugly she looked at that time made Mu Wan'er feel a little regretful.
"Miss Mu, I will lead you. You will be fine."
After bidding farewell to the hosta, Shenzhen used his flying sword again, but this time the sword was unsheathed and hovering three or four inches above the ground. The scabbard was still in his hand.
Shenzui was the first to step on the long sword "Ningshuang", then handed over the scabbard and held the other side.
Looking at the peach blossom eyes of the man in front of her, they were extremely clear. Mu Wan'er gritted her teeth and stepped forward with her sword. Although there was a scabbard to support him, his center of gravity was still a little unstable when he lifted into the air, but fortunately, Shen Zui gently supported it with the back of his hand.
Mu Wan'er, who had never flown in the air before, held on to the scabbard of Shen Zui's long sword and floated up into the air. She finally experienced what it means to have three mountains and five mountains at your feet, thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye.
Not long after, we came to the Immortal Gate where the mist was misty and the huge mountain peak was suspended in mid-air. The high steps were filled with disciples of the sect, and everyone looked sad.
When everyone saw the sect leader's body, they couldn't help but burst into tears.
After Elder Song lifted up the white cloth covering the sect leader's body, when everyone saw the unfinished wound on the old man's abdomen and the bamboo strips filled inside, they all became angry and their eyes burst out with anger.
"Whoever abused the sect master's body like this, I'm going to skin him!"
"Shenzui, how did you protect the sect master's body?"
"Hand over the person, I will use secret methods to imprison this person and the soul of the murderer who killed the sect master, and then use their souls to light the lamp until the souls are burned out!"
Mu Wan'er has never been so angry since she came to this world. First, her shoulder was sore when someone poked her for no reason, and then she was threatened like this.
I had a slight favorable impression of the Immortality Sect just now, but now I completely gave it up.
I saw her take two steps, neither humble nor arrogant, "What if it's me? You say you respect your sect master so much, so what methods can you use to restore it to the original state?"
The disciples of the sect who were still noisy all stopped talking. Although the immortal arts are wonderful, they are all offensive and defensive techniques. There are also magic weapons, and it is not impossible to open mountains and crack rocks, even if sea water pours in.
But when it comes to restoring a corpse to its original appearance, no monk has ever studied this kind of magic. Besides, if you are cultivating immortality and cultivating immortality, who will care about what happens after your body dies and your Tao disappears?
Seeing the sudden silence around her, the pretty girl snorted coldly, "If you have no choice but to shut up, find a room for me and this old man. There should be a big table in it, and get me some of the best paper."
"Hurry up, what are you doing standing still!"
Mu Wan'er said, lifting up her skirt and starting to climb the stairs.
She slowly walked up the mountain in the sight of everyone, and everyone made way for him.
The pretty girl is like a rock standing quietly in the water, and the people around her are like waves. No matter how powerful they are, they all avoid her when they encounter her.
When she came to the clean room, Mu Wan'er held the Xianjia paper in her hand. It was indeed soft and delicate, hundreds of times better than the ones commonly seen in the market, which made her feel more confident.
There were still a circle of monks and disciples who came to watch, and even several elders from the sect were sitting on large chairs not far away, watching.
As long as Mu Wan'er makes even the slightest mistake and damages the sect master's body, the outcome waiting for her can be imagined.
Under the eyes of everyone, Mu Wan'er still kept her hands steady and her heart steady. Whenever she does something seriously, she is in this selfless state.
The girl took out the glue paint from the box she brought with her, and then put the paper on the bamboo strips on her abdomen. Then she dipped a small brush in the glue paint and applied it slowly but evenly.
The originally dry and soft paper slowly became wet under the influence of glue paint, and began to adhere to the previously braided strips.
Moreover, Mu Wan'er would adjust the shape from time to time so that the paper could be shaped better.
The monks on the mountain who had originally looked down upon this mortal who had come down from the mountain were all talking in low voices to their fellow disciples.
"I've never seen such a method before, but the people at Yamashita are really smart enough to think of such a method."
"Yes, although I have never experienced it before, there were monks from other sects who died before. They simply used a charm to clean their bodies and then got over it hastily. I didn't expect to have such ingenuity."
Mu Wan'er, who was repairing it attentively, couldn't hear any words at all. She watched the paper become somewhat hard under the action of the glue paint at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Then he took out the paint and put it in a wooden tray. After carefully checking the color of the surrounding skin, he picked a few colors, blended them carefully, and placed them on his abdomen for comparison.
Finally, I picked out the most suitable color, dipped it in with a soft brush, and applied it from top to bottom, leaving no dead space, on the now somewhat hard paper.
There was another low exclamation from the surroundings. Sure enough, they were completely integrated. After the paint dried, there was no difference at all.
Not only the skin color of the surrounding skin, but also the shape of the abdomen is flat and smooth, without any disharmony.
Come to think of it, even when the sect leader was alive, it was nothing more than this.
Elder Song, who was still relying on his identity before, was a little shy, but he still took a few steps forward and came to the girl Mu Wan'er.
"Thank you, girl, for your magical means. I, the Changsheng Sect, owe you a huge favor. From now on, if necessary, my disciples will obey orders and never refuse."
The words are sincere and come from the heart, and I can't help but bow to them for a long time.
The other disciples of the mountain sect in the clean room also followed the elders in bowing, and respectfully saluted the mortal next to the sect master's body.
Mu Wan'er stood up straight, raised her head high, and received the gift she deserved.
"You're welcome. The body has been restored. What are you going to do with the funeral ceremony afterwards?"
Mu Wan'er came to the elder named Song from the Eternal Life Sect and asked.
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Elder Song had just returned to the sect and had not yet discussed it with the other elders, worshippers, and others. Besides, immortals have a long lifespan. Even though he had participated in two funeral ceremonies in hundreds of years, he had never personally performed them.
"Elders, ministers, and distinguished guests, what do you think of the sect master's funeral ceremony?"
Everyone around became quiet. If it was a funeral for a junior member of the sect, just handle it casually. You are not an ordinary person under the mountain, talking about pomp and abide by those rules.
But this is the sect leader, if he opens his mouth to make suggestions. If it's done well, everyone is happy; if it's done poorly, it's going to be trouble.
The monk who was asked was either thinking of protecting himself wisely, or he really had no such experience and did not know how to conduct the funeral.
Seeing the silence around her and everyone's eyes rolling back and forth in their eye sockets, Mu Wan'er already knew it in her heart.
