Wu Feng also shook his head and said: My master has never told me about these things, but has just told me a little about the types of corpse transformations, and has not explained them in detail. Over the years, I have only learned some skills with my master. As for the Maoshan Taoist Dharma, my master has not taught me.

The old man white-haired nodded and said thoughtfully: There is a process for learning Maoshan Technique. It is not an exaggeration to teach you this way. The corpse driving is also a type of Maoshan Technique. It is a relatively dangerous business. Because I don’t know what kind of dangerous corpses you will encounter during the corpse driving. If the corpse changes, it is also a more troublesome thing. If the corpse is a little worse, you may die on the corpse's hands and feet, so the corpse must be strong. In this way, the corpse can be safely sent to the employer.

Wu Feng's eyes lit up and he was surprised to say that my master told me the same way, are you really the founder of Maoshan and the founder of our Maoshan School.

Bad brat, your ancestor talked to you for most of the day, and you thought you were just talking to you, but I was Mao Ying, which is not wrong.

Before the old man's words could be finished, Wu Feng, who was bent his knees and knelt down on the ground with a thud, kowtowed several times, and said respectfully: Maoshan disciple Wu Feng, pay homage to the ancestor, please forgive me for being rude to you just now. I'll give you a compensation here.

Seeing Wu Feng like this, the old white-haired man laughed twice, nodded and said: You guy, you guy, I told you guy from the beginning that you will definitely kowtow to me, and now I don’t have to urge you.

Wu Feng knelt on the ground, his face flushed a little, and he said embarrassedly: This is all the fault of his disciples. As the saying goes, those who do not know are innocent. If you have said that you are my ancestor, I would not dare to be rude to you if you beat me to death.

The old man with white hair walked forward a few steps, arrived in front of Wu Feng, reached out to help him up, and joked: It's your ancestor who said that, it's not mine, I didn't tell you at the beginning.

Wu Feng shook his head in a hurry, his face turned redder, and he quickly defended: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, all the disciples are rude, you saved my life, I don’t know what’s wrong with you, you must not blame me for it.

The old white-haired man grabbed Wu Feng's arms with both hands, looked at him carefully, and said meaningfully: Don't worry, I don't mean to blame you, I just laughed at you. Speaking of this, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and said sadly: I didn't expect that I could still see my descendants of Maoshan for so many years in this cave. I thought I would never see a living person again in this life. God is really helping me.

After hearing what he said, Wu Feng couldn't help but have many questions in his heart. He bit his lip and hesitated for a while, but he didn't dare to ask for it. However, the old man with white hair was seen in his eyes and said: Ask what you want to know, I won't be angry. I have known that you have been in a stolen matter.
Chapter completed!