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Inside the mortuary, Tan Wenjie, who had just burned corpses and shipwrecks, was lying in a rocking chair sunbathing.

Finding a needle in a haystack takes a lot of effort.

"Knock knock~"

"Who is it? We're not open during the day." He lazily rolled over, making no attempt to get up and greet him.

The door creaked open, and a little beggar with braids entered. Her mouth was surrounded by grime, and she turned her head to observe the situation with a clever and lively expression. Only after seeing Tan Wenjie did she manage to force a smile.

She consciously went to the water tank of red carp, scooped up water to wash her face, and teased the carp with her finger before coming to Tan Wenjie.

A quick rinse with water and her little face immediately became beautiful.

If a little beggar wants to protect herself when she goes out, she must learn to disguise herself, otherwise she may be captured and forced into being a child bride.

It was precisely because of this quick wit that he was able to become friends with Tan Wenjie.

"Master, your water vat is truly amazing," the little beggar exclaimed. "No matter the time, the water inside is always warm. It must be wonderful to take a bath in winter."

"This is called magic."

"Can you teach me?"

"You?" Tan Wenjie shook his head. "You have no talent, no innate ability, and you're not pretty enough."

"Does accepting apprentices also require them to be beautiful?"

"Is 'fairy' used to describe someone who is ugly?"

"Tch." The little beggar pouted. What he said made so much sense that she couldn't refute it.

But she didn't dwell on the matter too much. Remembering the main purpose of her visit, she said, "A new magistrate has come to our city. I heard he's a filial son. I heard that people become high-ranking officials because of their filial piety."

"Hmm." Tan Wenjie rolled over, seemingly unconcerned about these things.

If you think about it carefully, it has been more than half a year since he last parted ways with Ma Liang. During this time, Tan Wenjie has been trying to present himself as an ordinary corpse-driving Taoist priest at the mortuary.

He came from Maoshan and entered this line of work, so there was no sense of incongruity about it at all.

In addition, he also sold some rare medicines that could prevent premature ejaculation, so he had a harmonious relationship with his neighbors.

What was originally a dangerous act of infiltrating the enemy's headquarters unexpectedly turned into a journey of experiencing the mundane world. So, I decided to calm down and enjoy this peaceful life.

The little beggar continued chattering: "It's said that this county magistrate is an honest official..."

When the topic of honest officials came up, the little beggar showed no respect at all. As someone from the lowest social class, she knew better than anyone that there were probably no honest officials in the world.

Even the legendary emperor was just a good-for-nothing who liked to tease birds and watch fireworks.

However, some things can only be thought in one's heart, and no one dares to say them out loud.

Tan Wenjie remained silent.

"I heard he used to be the top scholar in some exam or something." The little beggar circled around Tan Wenjie, getting anxious because no matter what he said, he would be ignored.

Tan Wenjie said helplessly, "Who said he got the top score in the exam?"

"I knew you'd heard of it."

The little beggar clapped her hands in celebration, having won the "Ignore Me Game".

Seeing this, Tan Wenjie had no choice but to pay money to have some peace and quiet.

After receiving a few copper coins, the little beggar said a few auspicious words and left happily.

The beggars don't feel guilty when they beg, because they are always greeted with smiles and auspicious words.

As for what will happen to the little beggar when he grows up, Tan Wenjie will naturally provide him with an opportunity. As a god, he can do whatever he wants, helping when he wants and not helping when he doesn't, without needing any reason.

As for leading the other party onto the path of immortality, forget it. Something about the path of immortality in this world is off.

"Goooooooooo."

The red carp in the water were bubbling and blowing bubbles, their mouths open as if calling out for something.

"Alright, I got it." Tan Wenjie gently raised his right hand, a cold dragon hanging on his wrist.

With a flick of his finger, Leng Long leaped into the pool.

In just a moment, the water vat that was about to boil cooled down and froze, and now there was frost on the outside of the vat.

"That's about it."

Tan Wenjie currently has two paintings. One of them is a painting titled "Horse-faced Rakshasa" painted by someone else with a magic brush. The horse-faced demon in the painting has its own three souls and seven spirits, and its abilities are quite good.

The other painting is "Gold and Silver Mountains," which forms its own world.

When you open the scroll, you can only see golden and silver mountains the size of a fingernail in the distance, while the entire scroll is filled with blue sky, white clouds, and surging sea.

Although he possessed the Shadow Realm, this realm was fused with his Demon Lord clone, providing him with an extra layer of protection by having an additional world he carried with him.

Tan Wenjie is currently working on refining the "Gold and Silver Mountains" painting.

Initial results have been achieved through research on the Horse-faced Rakshasa.

Although he couldn't draw pictures or add anything to them like Ma Liang did, he successfully retrieved two boats, the former magistrate's body, and the bodies of his constables from the "Gold and Silver Mountain Map," including their three souls and seven spirits.

This means that even foreign objects or people, once they enter this painting, will become part of it.

With theoretical knowledge as a foundation, all that's needed now is a fearless experimental subject.

"You should come in now."

Tan Wenjie unfurled the scroll, aimed it at the water vat, and simultaneously retracted the cold dragon.

The red carp in the tank seemed to have been waiting for this day for a long time. Back then, it crossed the Dragon Gate as a carp because of its unwillingness to accept defeat. Now that the opportunity was presented to it for the second time, it still did not hesitate.

The red carp leaped up and transformed into a crimson dragon, its body wrapped in chains, dripping with blood, and engulfed in flames.

The red dragon opened its mouth as if to roar, but was stopped by a look from Tan Wenjie.

"Shh!"

The red dragon, biting its lip and daring not to utter a sound, plunged into the painting.

But when I turned to look at the painting, the once calm water suddenly began to boil, bubbling and gurgling. In no time, the water returned to calm, but in an inconspicuous spot in the water, a red dragon appeared.

The red dragon roared at the sky, but no sound came out of the painting.

"As expected, it's still not enough."

Tan Wenjie flipped his hand and a brocade pouch appeared in his hand. He had his own alchemy team and could mass-produce various low-quality pills.

This red dragon is a carp leaping over the dragon gate, similar to a white-feathered chicken. It was originally going to be served at the Heavenly Court's celestial banquet, but its aptitude is not considered high.

But what Tan Wenjie admired most about him was his perseverance, plus he had too many useless, discarded pills in his possession, so there was nothing else to do with them. With a gentle flick of his wrist, the brocade pouch opened with a rustling sound, and a dense rain of pills flew out, each pill emitting a shimmering light.

Even the celestial energy flowing from it was as thick as mist, enveloping the entire mortuary, but because Tan Wenjie raised his hand and waved, an invisible bowl was placed upside down over the mortuary, and not a single wisp of celestial energy could flow out.

However, the wildflowers and weeds in the yard benefited greatly from this.

They all grew wildly, their vibrant colors dazzling.

Even the bluestone bricks are slowly turning into jade, and the coffins placed in the courtyard are beginning to come alive. If a person who is about to die is put into the coffin, they will probably not die, but will live for a while longer.

Not every pill is imbued with celestial energy. Some pills carry a wisp of the alchemical fire they left behind when they emerged from the furnace. These pills are unusual and cannot be taken directly; they require a special medicinal guide.

For example, dragon urine and phoenix saliva, and even the breath of immortals, have endless wonderful uses.

The wild grass that had been growing there dried up and turned to ashes the moment it touched the wisp of alchemical fire. On the contrary, the broken water vat where the red dragon had temporarily lived and parasitized changed from black to red after touching the alchemical fire and the immortal energy flowing from the surface of the pill. It also absorbed the dragon energy left by the cold dragon. After several transformations, it returned to being an ordinary water vat.

Tan Wenjie paid no attention to the changes around him, his gaze remaining fixed on the painting.

In the painting, the red dragon opens its mouth and swallows the elixir in large gulps. Not everyone can eat elixirs as much as Sun Wukong. If one takes in too much energy and is not physically capable, one will probably explode and die first.

However, the Crimson Dragon is constantly being burned by the True Yang Fire. Although it is not as powerful as Sun Wukong being refined in the Eight Trigrams Furnace, it can still help it fuse and forge.

After all, the pills that Tan Wenjie took out could not be compared with the elixirs refined by Laozi.

In this situation, the red dragon's body is growing rapidly, its wounds are getting worse, and more and more blood is spurting out, causing the once calm water surface to churn again.

However, compared to the vast ocean, these changes in the red dragon seem insignificant.

After all, this painting was created using the primordial energy of the entire world. Even with Tan Wenjie's strength, he wouldn't dare say that he could easily destroy an entire world, even the lowest level one, let alone a dragon that was used as food.

The red dragon's belly grew bigger and bigger, and for the first time, it experienced a happy kind of trouble.

How come you've eaten so much, but still haven't finished the pills?

And there are more and more of them!

Oh no, I feel nauseous.

Seeing that the seawater could not completely quell the burning heat on the Crimson Dragon's body, and that the chains binding it had absorbed the pill fire due to its increased cultivation level, and even became stronger after being tempered, Tan Wenjie threw the Cold Dragon in as well.

The dragon had followed him for a long time, but it had never been of any use.

The cold dragon, who had previously been able to easily suppress the flames on the red dragon's body, now found it troublesome.

Fortunately, Tan Wenjie threw all the Rain-Worker Sheep, Power-Generating Chicken, and others into the painting. They were originally spirit beasts, extremely yang and strong. They were somewhat reserved in other places, but after entering this world, they were completely different.

In the painting, the seawater, which was originally bubbling and boiling, suddenly becomes covered with dark clouds, followed by lightning and thunder, and then a heavy rain falls in the blink of an eye.

Cold dragons weaved through the thunderclouds, and the heavy rain turned into hail in the blink of an eye.

The boiling seawater was instantly suppressed, and everything returned to calm.

Then they saw the Crimson Dragon floating on the water. It was surrounded by Cold Dragons, and the Electric Chicken and Rain-Making Sheep flew in the sky. Together they headed towards the Gold and Silver Mountains.

However, the mountain of gold and silver is not only filled with gold and silver, but also with pills left behind by Tan Wenjie, enough for them to cultivate here.

[Secret Realm: The Map of Gold and Silver Mountains]

[Level: lv1]

The painting's grade hasn't changed much.

Tan Wenjie put the painting away, then turned and glanced around his yard. The once impoverished courtyard had now undergone a dramatic transformation.

The vegetation grew wildly, cracks appeared in the paving stones. Some of the weeds had even grown taller than a person's head. Because Tan Wenjie had used magic to control it beforehand, these wildly growing wildflowers, weeds, trees, and branches intertwined and formed a dome overhead.

The sunlight was completely blocked out.

He took a deep breath and swallowed all the immortal energy and spiritual energy into his stomach.

As for the rest, he glanced at them. He casually picked up two sheets of the stack of yellow paper that had been placed on the coffin lid in the courtyard, shook them, and the yellow paper was also imbued with the aura of the elixir. It would be twice as effective for drawing talismans with half the effort.

However, no one would do what Tan Wenjie did, because if the medicinal energy of the pill is completely lost, it will become a useless pill.

He picked up a piece of yellow paper, folded it a few times, made a scissor gesture with his right hand, and snipped the yellow paper twice. Then he held it in his palm and blew on it gently.

The scraps of paper flew away, leaving behind two small paper figures.

Blow another breath.

The paper figures then swelled up and transformed into two living people. They carried scissors and rakes and worked quickly in the yard, pruning the tree branches and clearing away the weeds in a whirlwind.

After finishing everything, his body "popped" and "popped" back into a paper figure.

"I never expected that even you would benefit from this misfortune." Tan Wenjie looked at the sparrows under the eaves.

Having absorbed a great deal of immortal energy, these sparrows have actually gained intelligence. If they were to receive guidance from a master, they might actually be able to embark on the path to immortality and transform into demons.

The sparrows, however, did not understand any of that; they simply chirped and chattered.

"That's fine too. You have no natural enemies in the animal world, but if you were to transform into monsters, with your aptitude, you would only ever be the lowest-ranking demons in this lifetime. You might even be killed by a passing cultivator with a single sword strike one day."

He had just lain back down in his chair when he heard a knock at the door.

"Master, Master, something terrible has happened! There's a vixen!"

"Come in."

The gates of the mortuary opened automatically.

One was tall and thin, the other short and stocky. They didn't expect the door to suddenly open, and they staggered in.

Once they were steady on their feet, they saw Tan Wenjie sitting in a chair and quickly came over and said, "Our chickens were stolen. It was a fox spirit that can turn into a human."

“We saw the fox spirit run up the mountain with our own eyes; she must have gone to Tianling Temple on the mountain.”

Tianling Mountain is a temple outside the city, where there are two monks.

Tan Wenjie casually took out two paper figures, the same two he had used to sweep the yard earlier, and handed them to the two men, saying, "Keep these with you at all times, and I guarantee the fox spirit won't dare to harm you again."

"Huh?" X2
The two asked in surprise, "Taoist Master, aren't you going to subdue the demons?"

"Exorcising demons requires setting up an altar and performing rituals, as well as offerings of meat, incense, and money." Tan Wenjie opened one eye and looked at the two of them. "Whose money is this? I can't possibly pay for it, can I?"

With each word he spoke, the two men's expressions grew increasingly grim.

"The Taoist robe I'm wearing, and the ritual implements I'm using... yellow paper money, cinnabar money, and that's all. I haven't even calculated my own labor costs for you yet."

"You want more money?" x2
The two calmed down instantly. Actually, they didn't really want to subdue demons. It was just a chicken; they could eat it. Maybe the fox spirit would come back to repay their kindness after eating the chicken. If she came back as a beautiful girl, they would have gotten a good deal.

No need to worry about body odor; your nose is just blocked, so you can't smell it. (End of Chapter)