Jiang Chen shook his head and denied that it was too horrible to master the ancient methods of practicing. Once it was spread, there would be no peace. At least it could not be said before a certain achievement. Not only was the dead deputy director, but even his aunt, he dared not say it. Maybe once he said it, he would take him away to study it.

This secret can only be buried in my heart.

Jiang Chen shook his head and took out the turtle shell from his arms: "I don't know yet. I found the turtle shell. It's very strange. Even the crematorium can't burn it. What exactly is it? Last night, my aunt mentioned the matter of spiritual cultivation to me. She had a general understanding of it, but she didn't know how to cultivate the spirit."

The deputy director smiled bitterly and sighed: "It seems that your aunt's experiment on you should have played a role. If you can see me, it means that the experiment is effective. In the short term, Jade Bodhisattva can stabilize his body, while cultivating the spirit, keep his body from decaying, and resisting the invasion of the soul. You don't need to worry about Yang Min, she will not be able to hurt you for the time being."

Jiang Chen was surprised and was thinking about Fang'er's explanation, but he didn't expect that the deputy director would think it was the effect of the experiment. As for what experiment his aunt was doing, he could roughly guess some of it, which has a lot to do with spiritual cultivation.

Seeing Jiang Chen frowned, the deputy director thought he had misunderstood and quickly began to explain: "You don't need to think too much. When you graduated, if you were just working, your aunt had enough ability to settle you in a better public institution and even let you start a business. In order to study spiritual cultivation, you were arranged to be a corpse collector in the funeral home. I hope you can come into contact with the corpse for a long time and feel the spirit that has not dissipated after the deceased's death little by little, but it will not be effective until today!"

"Arranging to the funeral home is to let me feel the spirit on the deceased?" Jiang Chen frowned. He never expected that being a corpse collector was to let him feel the spirit on the deceased.

Jiang Chen did not complain too much about this. His parents died early and he had been taking care of his aunt over the years. This only shows that his aunt has invested a lot in order to study spiritual cultivation.

It just verified his previous guess that he only had gratitude for his aunt.

The deputy director kept staring at Jiang Chen, feeling the latter's relief, and then continued to explain: "Now you should know why she didn't let you cultivate the spirit directly, just to protect you, because once the soul is strong, the body will become deteriorated and begin to decline. Suicide is the only way out. Only in this way can the soul be immortal and live longer!"

"Then are you ghosts now?"

This problem has been bothering Jiang Chen since he learned about spiritual cultivation. Is it considered a ghost to exist as a soul after committing suicide?

The deputy director shook his head and frowned: "I don't know if this counts. Since I mastered the spiritual cultivation technique, I have seen deaths several times. I can see their spirits dissipating. The dissipated spirits cannot be condensed anymore. It should not count! The spiritual cultivation practitioner committed suicide and his soul existed in a separate form. This should be a special way to live. There are ancient books that, thousands of years ago, after someone committed suicide, he came back to life decades after digging up the grave. Only bones were left in the coffin, but he condensed his body again!"

Jiang Chen felt something in his heart, that is to say, the spiritual cultivation is powerful enough to a certain extent, even if the physical body is damaged, it can recondensate the physical body. After chatting with the deputy director for a long time, Jiang Chen learned a lot about spiritual cultivation.

The deputy director left. During this period, he wanted to stop Yang Min and could not let her devour more spirits, otherwise even the Jade Bodhisattva would not be able to resist.

Jiang Chen looked ahead with a firm look on his face. He had to speed up his practice of ancient methods to see if he could break through to a new level in a short period of time. He believed that once the practice of ancient methods reached a new level, even without the Jade Bodhisattva, he would not be afraid of Yang Min.

Just then, a middle-aged man on the street blocked his way. The man looked crazy, dressed in rags, unkempt, and carrying a tattered woven bag in his hand. He was dressed as a scavenger. He danced with his hands and feet, his body shaking, and his body was chaotic.

Jiang Chen was speechless and kept honking the whistle to signal the middle-aged man to get out of the way, but the other party never moved and was still dancing. He felt like he was practicing some kind of martial arts move.

The car turned off, Jiang Chen got out of the car, came to the middle-aged man, and said calmly: "Uncle, I'm in a hurry to go to work, can I give in?"

The middle-aged man stretched out his dirty hands, wiped the oil stains on the corner of his mouth, put them in his mouth and took a sip, sucking the oil stains on his hands quickly, then he grinned, revealing a row of yellowed teeth, and a pungent smell came, and Jiang Chen hurriedly covered his nose.

The man smiled and said, "Okay, give it some!"

Jiang Chen was speechless and sighed that he always encountered strange things today. He took out a ten-yuan bill from his pocket and handed it to the middle-aged man: "Uncle, can you give it up now?"

The man raised the hundred-dollar bill over his head, looked at the sun again and again, as if confirming whether it was true. After repeated confirmation, he smiled at Jiang Chen again: "It's too little, give it more, give it more!"

At this moment, Jiang Chen was speechless and took out another one. It was already a hundred yuan bill. He usually didn't have any money in his pocket. Today, the ashes of the deputy director were buried yesterday. They were exchanged for the cemetery and handed them to the middle-aged man: "Uncle, I'm really in a hurry. Is it okay now?"

As expected, the middle-aged man took over the hundred-dollar bill and immediately gave up, still dancing and silly.

well!

Jiang Chen sighed and looked at the scavenger who was leaving. He was still repeating the movement again and again. The movement took root in Jiang Chen's mind, as if it was imprinted in his mind. He didn't care and drove to the funeral home.

After packing up, the body had not been sent yet, so he lay down on the chair, thinking about how to practice next, but the movements of the scavenger lingered in his mind. He felt that if there were ancient methods of practicing in this world, there must be something to practice ancient methods: "Can't it really be a secret skill of martial arts, right?"

Wearing a work clothes, he stood up and followed the memories in his mind and slowly practiced the movements of the scavenger. In less than a minute, the movements were finished.

Suddenly, he felt a buzzing sound, his whole body seemed to have low blood sugar, his eyes turned black and he almost collapsed on the chair: "How could this happen?"

After practicing the ancient methods, he clearly felt the change in his energy and spirit. Not only was he very energetic, but he was also much more physically energetic. But how could he almost feel hypoglycemia after practicing the movements of the scavenger? Jiang Chen was lying on the chair, ready to slow down first.

At this time, the landline on the table rang: "Brother Chen'er, it's time to work. I'll arrange for others to carry the body. You can clean up quickly."
Chapter completed!