I was forced to cultivate immortality when I just wanted to lie down

Chapter 1 Corpse Mill
There is a large-scale mill in Linhefang. The rice, flour, grain and oil it grinds every day are not only enough for every household in Linhefang, but also have enough left over to supply people from outside the town to buy and exchange.

But it is strange that although the mill has such a prosperous business, you never see craftsmen or servants going out to buy fodder for donkeys and mules, nor do you see donkey and mule dung being transported out.

Some nosy wanderers were gossiping behind people's backs, saying that if you go south along the waterway from Linhefang you will reach the Xiang River Basin, and that the people grinding the millstones in the mill are not donkeys or mules at all, but the corpses of dead people who came from Xiangyin!
Wandering corpses are also called zombies. At first, people were skeptical when they heard such remarks. Later, people from the government came forward to clarify the matter. They arrested some vagrants and told the public that these people were jealous and could not bear to see other people's business booming, so they deliberately slandered and defamed them.

As for what happened to those gangsters, there was no further news just like this incident.

Linhefang is a place in Dayong where freight trade is prosperous.

The noise of the porters carrying things on their shoulders and backs was no louder than the laughter and cursing of the prostitutes and gamblers in the neighborhood. Even the sound of the waves of the Baisha River, which was over a hundred miles wide, at the dock at the edge of the neighborhood could not drown out the bustling atmosphere of Linhefang.

In the southwest of the town, in a large mill, Xu Qing, who had been in a daze all day, seemed to be awakened by the smell of fireworks outside.

Curly, very curly!

Tired, very tired!

When Xu Qing opened his eyes, he found that his joints were extremely stiff and he was constantly doing repetitive movements, like a tireless machine.

In front of him stood a huge millstone, and on the ground was a circular stone trough containing the grains to be ground.

At this moment, he was mechanically pushing the grinding handle, moving forward around the circular stone trough.

Am I not dead?
Xu Qing subconsciously wanted to leave his workstation, but his body seemed to be out of control. Only the dusty memories melted like winter snow, and many scenes reappeared in his mind.

Boss, security guard, car thief, high beam
When the memory puzzle was reassembled, Xu Qing's only hope was completely shattered.

As I recall, he worked during the day and worked part-time as a delivery man at night. However, when he was about to collect his salary, his boss ran away early because of losses in stock trading.

Even though I have a boss who doesn't care about his job, I still have to live my life.

That night, the unemployed Xu Qing continued to work part-time as a deliveryman. The community security guard arbitrarily exercised his limited power and did not allow the riders to park their bikes at the community gate.

Xu Qing didn't want to get involved any more, so he parked his bike far away. But when he came back, he saw a car thief who was also working the night shift riding his second-hand motorcycle, while the security guard turned a blind eye.

Xu Qing was already furious, so he ran after him without thinking.

It is said that misfortune favors the unfortunate, and a hemp rope tends to break at its thinnest point.

Xu Qing chased all the way to the main road, bent down panting, and supported his knees with his hands. Before he could catch his breath, a beam of dazzling light suddenly shone from the side of the road. It was a private car with high beams on.

In order to repay their car and mortgage loans, private car drivers work during the day and work part-time as ride-hailing drivers at night to supplement their family income. Due to staying up late to pick up passengers, they are physically tired and have no time to react in advance.

The shrill sound of brake horns cut through the night.

At this moment, the colorful space and time turned grayish white, as if the pause button was pressed and completely frozen.

Then, new memories rippled like splashed ink, and those frozen neon nightscapes transformed into ink paintings. Old dirt roads took shape, and ancient buildings rose from the ground. These were the memories he unconsciously retained after becoming a zombie.

When Xu Qing woke up completely, he saw another world.

Fortunately, this body is still his own, but unfortunately, this body is dead beyond death.

He is now a zombie, a zombie that was picked up by a corpse driver on the roadside, refined, and then sold to a mill to do hard labor.

As the old saying goes, there are three hard things in life: blacksmithing, rowing a boat, and making tofu.

Xu Qing never thought that one day he would experience the hardship involved.

He wanted to break free, but he couldn't gain control of his body.

That was the trick left on him by the corpse driver.

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The moon in Linhefang was very round tonight, but Xu Qing could not make any sound, even though his heart was already deafening.

What kind of world is this?
The dead are forced to work?

He thought that he had broken through the limits of human life by working like a slave in his previous life, but he never thought that there would be blessings waiting for him after his death!
What sins had he committed in his life that not only did he not even get to drink a bowl of hot Mengpo soup, but he was also turned into a zombie and had to continue working, and in the nightlife that he hated the most!

Xu Qing had never been so angry.

People say that it takes time for a drop of water to wear away a stone.

Now, the emotions that Xu Qing had suppressed for so long were like millions of drops of water that converged into a torrent and were about to break through the dam.

Just as he was about to lose consciousness due to the consuming energy of the corpse rising to the sky, a brilliant aura suddenly emerged from the depths of his mind, accompanied by a series of prayers. In a split second, it soothed the resentment growing within him. "What happened to me just now? These scriptures..."

Before Xu Qing could think about it, another scripture appeared in front of him, and countless ancient characters turned into immortal sounds that resounded in his mind.

The scripture seemed to be a living Buddha preaching, saying that the path to immortality is vague and the path to humanity is vast.

It is said that the immortal way is precious and the ghost way is connected
Xu Qing was confused by what he heard, and felt dizzy and as if he was about to ascend to the upper realm, but he was adrift and didn't know where to go.

Finally, when the obscure scripture was finished, the scroll was opened again. This time, what appeared were no longer strange heavenly characters, but pictures of his life.

It contains not only the bitterness of his hard work day and night, but also many warm moments that are usually overlooked.

Just as Xu Qing was about to immerse himself in it, the sound of immortal voices rang out, like a slap in the head, waking him up.

“The sky is changing constantly, and foul air is everywhere.

There are few who maintain their authenticity, but many who are confused.

Therefore, the immortal path is difficult to establish, while the ghost path is easy to go astray."

The scripture emitting endless mysteries slowly closed, and only then did Xu Qing see the words engraved on the front of the scripture.

Letter to the Emperor - The Sutra of Saving People!

To save others, one must first save oneself. At this time, Xu Qing had been saved by the immortal book and had already seen through the confusion in his life. After evaluation, the immortal book gave him a human evaluation.

Based on the information in his mind, Xu Qing learned that the evaluation criteria of the Sutra of Saving People were divided into three levels: Heaven, Earth, and Man, and each level was further divided into upper, middle, and lower levels.

He belongs to the lower class of human.

Although Xu Qing felt offended, when he carefully reviewed his life, he felt that this evaluation was extremely pertinent.

He was indeed a mediocre person in his previous life.

However, the earth does not grow nameless grass, and the sky does not create useless people.

Even though the character for "人" is of low quality, it still has its merits.

When Xu Qing came to his senses, the Sutra of Saving People had already given the corresponding reward.

It is a blessed spiritual light that can be used directly. Those who are enlightened by it can get rid of the evil in their hearts and regain their vitality.

Xu Qing was unsuccessful when he was alive, and was plotted against by a demon after his death, turning him into a zombie. It was inevitable that he would harbor resentment in his heart. This was a common problem among demons and monsters, and it was beyond his control.

Now this flash of inspiration can be regarded as the right medicine for the disease, and it comes at the right time.

After receiving the reward, Xu Qing couldn't hide his joy, and even his resentment dissipated a lot.

Although his fate was bad and he could not rest in peace after death, he had at least survived in another form. Now with the immortal book of choosing a master and the cheats at his disposal, he had hope for the future.

Xu Qing did not hesitate and decisively chose to accept the baptism of spiritual light.

The next moment, the Sutra of Saving People slowly unfolded, and a pure character leaped out of it, transforming into strands of spiritual light that seeped into his body.

The gentle spiritual light was like a spring breeze blowing on the willows. In just a moment, it exorcised the spell cast by the corpse driver on him and allowed him to regain control of his body.

"His ha——"

A hoarse hum came from Xu Qing's throat, like a downpour of rain on the dry and cracked land. He had never felt so comfortable.

The moon was bright and clear above the mill, dotted with stars. Xu Qing bathed in the moonlight and began to think about his future livelihood after regaining his revival.

First of all, it was impossible for him to work. When he was alive, he worked day and night, but now that he was a zombie, there was no way he would choose to continue working here, let alone for free.

But if he wanted to escape from this place, Xu Qing became hesitant again.

This world is by no means a peaceful one. Whether it is the black intermediary who refined the corpse driver into himself in his memory, or the unscrupulous zombie mill in front of him, he can get a glimpse of it.

Perhaps the outside world is even more dangerous than here, perhaps the zombies here are at the bottom of the food chain, so if he escapes, he will undoubtedly be out of the tiger's mouth and into the wolf's pack.
Fortunately, Xu Qing is not a person who is afraid of trouble.

Since he had encountered a problem, he had to find a solution. His only concern now was the unfamiliar environment outside and his own unique zombie identity.

So is there a way to help him understand the world, or improve his own abilities?

Xu Qing suddenly had an idea and set his sights on a fellow being grinding beans not far away. It was a zombie working hard.
(End of this chapter)