Chapter 10 Lao Tu is an honest man!
As we all know, the dead will not say no.

Therefore, the corpse brother whose gender was unknown lying on the operating table volunteered to become Wang Yuanjing's practice material.

Fortunately, practicing the White Bone Contemplation does not require touching corpses, which reduces Wang Yuanjing's psychological pressure. The only thing he needs to do is...
"Look!"

“Any view is the result of a difference in perspective.”

"There are four levels of bone contemplation. Legend has it that if one has perfected the practice, one will be able to visualize the Three Thousand Worlds, the entire Dharma Realm and the entire void. All sentient beings will have new flesh and will be transformed into the sixteen-year-old innocent Manjusri. The four elements will be pure and clear, and the whole body will be transparent and become a bright glass body."

Wang Yuanjing nodded with a confused look on his face. It sounded very impressive.

Tu Junfang paused.

"But that's too far away, and Buddhists like to exaggerate. Even if they really cultivate to the four realms, it's unlikely to be that amazing. You just need to listen to it."

Wang Yuanjing was very upset. After Tu Junfang said this, the dignity of the White Bone Temple dropped.

"You should first complete this first part. Then I will give you the visualization diagram and you can practice the next part."

“This first part is called the contemplation of impurity.”

"Practitioners should observe their bodies turning red, swollen, blue, purple, and black, with their skin festering and blood all over their bodies. The blood gradually turns into pus, and the flesh rots and falls off piece by piece."

"My internal organs also began to rot and become foul-smelling."

"And it gave birth to a large number of maggots to eat the pus, blood and rotten flesh. When they were done, the maggots turned into moths and flew away without a trace."

"The skeleton is nothing but a set of pure white bones. There is not a single thing attached to the bones. There is nothing else except the bones, which are pure and white."

"At this point, you can start practicing the second part."

Hey!
The more Wang Yuanjing listened, the uglier his expression became. This Buddhist technique was really too weird.

No wonder Tu Junfang said he needed Brother Corpse's help. How could an ordinary person who had never even seen a dead person imagine such a scene? He must need reference materials.

Not only that, but you also have to imagine all of this happening to yourself. Wouldn't this cause problems?

"Brother, is this bone view really okay?"

Wang Yuanjing couldn't help but ask, if he hadn't reached a cooperation with Tu Junfang, he would really think that the other party was making fun of him.

"it should be no problem."

Tu Junfang said uncertainly.

Wang Yuanjing's heart suddenly sank.

"What do you mean by should? Haven't you practiced before?"

“I can’t practice.”

Tu Junfang said calmly.

"My path is inherited from the Three Demon Sect. The Three Demon Sect is a mysterious sect, and its teachings are different from those of Buddhism, so I can't practice it."

"If you force yourself to practice, there is a risk of going astray."

Then won’t I be at risk of going astray?

Wang Yuanjing raised his eyebrows and wanted to refute.

Tu Junfang saw what his junior fellow apprentice was thinking and explained.

"You have just become an Inhuman, like a blank piece of paper that has not been scribbled on yet, so the risk in this regard is relatively small."

"The only thing you have to worry about is that your mind might not be able to bear it."

Good fellow! You also know that my heart may not be able to bear it.

Wang Yuanjing's mouth trembled, not knowing what to say.

Senior Brother Tu is an honest man and would not lie, but at this moment he still hopes that Senior Brother Tu will not be so honest.

"Just tell me whether you want to practice or not."

Tu Junfang looked impatient.

"Practice, why not practice."

Wang Yuanjing gritted his teeth and said firmly.

Done! When a man dies, the birds fly up to the sky. If he lives forever, he will not die. I am willing to sacrifice my life to bring down the emperor!

Anyway, this life is a gift from heaven, whoever is afraid is a dog! If I, Wang Yuanjing, can't even solve the problem of the three corpses after living a new life, wouldn't it be a waste of my life?
In the morgue, Wang Yuanjing looked grim.

Tu Junfang really did as he said, found an urn, grabbed some soil into it and threw it to the middle-aged man in the morning.

Wang Yuanjing even followed him all the way.

The other person was driving a three-wheeled motorcycle. If he wasn't a mutant now and his leg strength was much stronger than when he was an ordinary person, he would have been thrown away.

It was not until he saw with his own eyes the other party throwing the urn filled with soil into the river halfway that Wang Yuanjing confirmed that he was indeed not a relative of the owner of the corpse.

"My friend, I, Wang Yuanjing, will keep my word. I will give you a grand funeral in the future. If you are still alive in heaven, please don't bother me!"

Wang Yuanjing clasped his hands together, bowed to the corpse, and then began his recording work.

He pulled aside the white cloth covering the corpse, and the scene of his sanity value dropping drastically appeared before him again.

Fortunately, this was not the first time, and Wang Yuanjing had developed some resistance.

The churning feeling in my stomach wasn't as intense as last time.

But the pungent smell is still strong.

"According to Tu Junfang, you must imagine the process of your own corruption so that you can get into the state better."

"If you want to empathize with others, you must truly understand the structure of the corrupt body."

“People live in the world, using their eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and other organs to contact the outside world, producing sensations such as form, sound, smell, taste and touch.”

Wang Yuanjing muttered to himself that it was unrealistic to use his tongue, so he could only...
touch!
Wang Yuanjing took off the disposable gloves in his hands. In order to get the most realistic touch, he had to use his body to have close contact with the other party.

At the moment when the fingers touch the skin of the corpse
Wang Yuanjing's body stiffened.

Countless sensory nerves are transmitted from the fingertips to the brain, and the brain immediately makes a judgment. What kind of feeling is that?
As soft as water.
As smooth as jelly.
As fragile as a balloon that will burst if touched.
Wang Yuanjing didn't know why so many adjectives suddenly emerged in his mind.

Hey!
He ran out of the morgue without looking back.

"yue!"

At this time, Tu Junfang was chatting with Lao Sun, the security guard on the day shift, about something random.

The two were suddenly attracted by the noise made by Wang Yuanjing.

"Xiao Tu! Are you okay as an apprentice? There aren't many people willing to do this job now."

Old Sun sighed and said that ordinary people would think a place like a funeral home is unlucky if they come there for no reason, let alone those who are willing to work in this field.

"It's okay, just spit it out."

Tu Junfang nodded. He didn't mind building a good relationship with the old man in front of him.

Lao Sun is not only the day-shift security guard in the park, but also has some connections at home.

Otherwise he wouldn't dare to take such business.

"And that thing, are you sure you don't want it?"

There was a hint of deep meaning in Old Sun's eyes.

Although Lao Sun is just a security guard, he is a sensible man. Some money should be distributed, otherwise he will not feel at ease keeping it in his pocket.

"Old Sun, you know me well. I don't usually spend money. I'll ask you for it when I need it. Is this okay?"

Tu Junfang replied with a smile. He knew that if he was determined to refuse, it would make the other party feel uneasy.

"That's good!"

Old Sun thought about it, then nodded, and suddenly shouted at Wang Yuanjing.

"Young man, let's eat braised pork later, it's my treat!"

Braised pork!
Wang Yuanjing's face turned green as he recalled the slippery touch just now.

"yue!"

　A message to readers:

　　The White Bone Contemplation, including all the cultivation knowledge mentioned in this work, were all fabricated by the author after consulting the materials, and secondary settings were made. Don't practice it blindly. We will not be responsible if you get any problems.

　　I wish all the readers of this book good health and a happy family!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)