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

Chapter 103: Tips, Herbal Tea

The emperor's purple aura cannot be seen or touched, but this abstract thing actually occupies half of the space of the map of mountains and rivers.

When Xu Qing called Prince Zhu to his side, he didn't think too much about it.

The little fat boy had ordinary eyes and could not see anything. He only saw Xu Qing performing a set of non-proprietary performances in front of him.

It looked just like when he went to the temple to pray, and the temple priest took a willow branch, dipped some clean water on it and sprinkled it on him.

Apart from a slight sense of ritual, it seems to have no other practical effect.

"Brother Zhu, how do you feel?" Xu Qing asked him with anticipation.

Zhu Huaian only felt that something seemed to be filled in his body, but the feeling only lasted for a moment, and before he could react, it was over.

How does this feel?
Zhu Huaian asked doubtfully, "Didn't Brother Xu say he would give me something that would help me?"

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Zhu Huaian, who had already gotten a great deal, was still unaware of it and was still asking for more from him.

The key point is that Xu Qing couldn't explain this matter.

Prince Zhu had never sought enlightenment, nor did he know how to read qi, so how could he have seen what he had done?
"Don't ask yet, let me think about it."

Xu Qing grinned and started brainstorming.

The talisman has been given, and the Emperor's Purple Qi has also been given, but the other party cannot see these things, so he can't say it clearly.

Otherwise, just find something to fool around with.
After thinking about it, Xu Qing's eyes lit up.

"Wait here, don't move around!"

Letting the fat boy stand at the door, Xu Qing returned to the counter, picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and casually wrote a few words.

When he returned to the door, Xu Qing had already sealed the note into the sachet.

"This brocade bag is given to Brother Zhu. It's not too late to open it when we reach the northern border."

The little fat boy was delighted to hear this, because his father had left him a secret bag to help him wake up.

Now that he was heading to the northern border, he was really unsure, but he never expected that he would get a brand new treasure bag.

In Zhu Huaian's heart, this brocade bag is like a life-saving prescription to him. Even if there is only a blank piece of paper inside, it is of great significance.

After all, the journey to the north is extremely dangerous. If you don’t have faith in your heart, you will probably find it difficult to overcome the thousands of miles of obstacles in the end.

"Brother Xu, don't worry. I will definitely make it to the northern border alive!"

"Take care along the way."

At this time, Xu Qing was standing inside the shop door, and standing outside the threshold was Zhu Huaian.

After watching Prince Zhu leave, Xu Qing came back to his senses after a long time.

He knew how many difficulties the other party would encounter along the way, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they would have to go through fire and water.

During this period, someone might be able to help Prince Zhu once or twice, but most of the time, he still has to rely on himself to make his way.

Those who want to achieve great things not only need to test their mental perseverance, but also need to see if they have the luck to do so.

The chair in the Golden Palace has never been easy to sit on.

If Prince Zhu can cross thousands of miles of thorns and reach the northern border this time, it will be equivalent to being reborn from the ashes.

If you can't walk
Xu Qing remained silent.

If he still can't reach the destination even with the emperor's luck, then he can only burn incense for Prince Zhu next year.

By noon, the weather in late June was already a bit hot.

Xu Qing drew a few Ice Soul Talismans and pasted them everywhere, and the temperature in the entire shop dropped instantly.

While enjoying the shade, Xu Qing looked around, but always felt that something was missing.

After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly remembered that the shop used to be lively with Xuan Yu around. But now that Xuan Yu was not in the shop, the whole shop was like a deserted tomb in a mass grave, and he was the old corpse in the tomb, feeling creepy and lifeless.

Well, you have to pay for the sins you have committed!

Outside the shop, Xu Qing, who had driven the cat fairy away because of his outspokenness, was calling the cat.

The sun was shining brightly outside. Xu Qing, holding an oil-paper umbrella, came to the shady alley to the right of the shop.

The alley has been abandoned for a long time. The base of the wall is covered with mottled moss, and there are weeds growing inside. Many unknown small flowers are blooming. In the past, Xuanyu often came here to take a rest or catch insects and butterflies inside.

"Xuanyu——Er Niang——"

Xu Qing called out twice, but seeing that he couldn't find the cat, he decided to return to the shop.

However, at this moment, a delicate cat's meow suddenly sounded behind him.

Xu Qing turned around and saw Xuan Yu, who had run away from home, sitting next to a fish basket, looking at him intently.

It can be imagined that when he was calling the cat in the alley just now, the cat was probably sitting here watching the show.

"What a magnificent fish! Did you catch it?"

"This is a return gift to the Xu family." Xuan Yu paused and continued, "The Cat Fairy not only eats fish, but also catches them. So please don't say such things in front of others in the future, as it will undermine the dignity of the Fairy family."

Xuan Yu raised his neck, his eyes serious.

Xu Qing nodded in agreement, then picked up the fish basket and looked at it from left to right.

"Did you really catch this fish?"

Xuan Yu raised his neck, looking as if it was a matter of course.

Xu Qing was silent for a moment, then asked a soul-searching question: "Could this wild fish basket also be caught from the river by the Xuanyu Immortal Family?"

"Hmm" Xuan Yu's thoughts turned rapidly.

"There's everything in the river. I've even seen people fish out corpses from the river."

"Corpse?" Xu Qing was holding an umbrella and carrying a fish basket, with a black cat following closely behind.

"I heard he was a corpse retriever. It's the fishing season right now, and a lot of people go fishing. I heard from the old fishmonger that every year at this time, many people don't return. There are people burning incense and offering sacrifices at the port. I even saw Master Feng crowing there to help summon the souls."

After chatting all the way back to the shop, Xu Qing picked up the spirit fish and started to cut it.

The Sky Star Fish is no ordinary item. The blood energy contained in it is very rich, otherwise it would not have become a treasure that warriors scramble to snatch.

However, this kind of spirit fish is not suitable for cooking. It must be raw fish in its original flavor to have a better effect.

He divided the fish into two portions from head to tail. Xu Qing and Xuan Yu ate one portion, and he sent the remaining portion to the coffin shop.

Cats love to eat fish, and foxes are no exception.

Taoist Master Yizhen, who came to listen to the lecture, was also lucky enough to have a delicious meal. Hu Baosong, like an old man in an ordinary family who loves his children, left the fattest part of the spirit fish to Yizhen.

"I love eating fish heads the most. They are much more delicious than other parts!"

Xu Qing thought to himself, stop it!

The head of the star fish is as hard as iron and stone, and it can be said to be the hardest part of the whole fish.

This old man is not afraid of losing all his gapped teeth.

"It's the fishing season in Bukou right now. Old Hu, if you want to eat some fish, I can go to Bukou and have a look. I actually have some water control skills."

Back then, when the female leader of the Salt Gang, Old Lady Cao, and her entire family were massacred by the Taoist waterman, Xu Qing had acquired a miraculous skill called water-walking from Old Lady Cao.

River salt transportation is inseparable from water transportation, and water transportation is inseparable from ships.

This water-walking technique can allow people to break free from the restraints of a ship and walk on the waves as if they were walking on flat ground.

With such magical skills, catching a fish should not be difficult.

"How many skills do you have, kid? How come you even dabble in water magic?" Xu Qing sat at the table, smiled shyly, and said, "I know a little bit. My skills are miscellaneous and not refined, so they are nothing."

In the next few days, Xu Qing listened to Hu Baosong's preaching in the coffin shop as usual.

In addition to the sun and moon cultivation method, the Huyang clan also has an ancient and unique method of cultivation passed down through the clan.

This unique method is a new type of practice developed based on the human physique combined with the fox demon's body refining method.

Although Xu Qing was unable to practice cultivation, this idea of ​​cultivation gave him great inspiration.

It is said that 99% of zombies are just clumsy walking corpses before breaking through the corpse, and do not have the awareness to create skills and assist in cultivation.

The reason why Xu Qing was able to practice zombie skills was thanks to those corpse drivers and the practitioners of the Yinshi Sect.

The higher the zombie level, the greater its exploitability.

It is precisely for this reason that the people of the Yinshi Sect have spent a great deal of energy and studied for several or even dozens of generations to create a method of cultivating zombies.

Those methods and the methods created by Huyang are all different types of cultivation methods, but they have the same purpose.

It’s a pity that most zombies have no intelligence. Even if you put the corpse-raising sutra in front of them, they will not pick up the sutra to study it, let alone cultivate themselves.

Xu Qing seemed to understand.

Perhaps the zombie cultivation method is no different from the six-level cultivation method for living people. Now that he is actively cultivating himself, it is equivalent to having a cultivation method that suits him.

However, the name of this method is somewhat vulgar, just like the quick chicken-raising method or the pig-fattening method, which are common breeding manuals. The name is not as grand as the human cultivation method.

"The Corpse-Raising Sutra is a cultivation method. If we infer the opposite, then the six realms of cultivation practiced by practitioners can also be considered as the Human-Raising Sutra?"

Xu Qing suddenly recalled his past experience at the Corpse Mill.

Zombies do not know how to practice cultivation, and the Corpse-Raising Sutra was also created by the Yinshi Sect.

If this is the case, the first people probably did not know how to practice cultivation. Then who created the six realms of martial arts and the six realms of cultivation?

Is it the human race itself, or the legendary immortal?
There is no time for practice, and five days pass in the blink of an eye.

Hu Baosong's first lecture took seven days, with a two-day break in between.

After only five days of preaching, Hu Baosong had already exhausted all his abilities.

Yizhen has been practicing in the Five Elders Temple for a long time, so there is no need to say much about his understanding.

No matter how obscure something is, Hu Baosong only needs to explain it once or twice for the other party to fully understand it.

Hu Baosong saw it and was happy, but the other party learned too fast, which was not necessarily a good thing for him.

After all, once there is nothing left to teach, it is time to say goodbye.

"Did you really remember everything?" Hu Baosong asked the female priest who looked like a top student.

Taoist Master Yizhen nodded, his expression as calm as water.

Hu Baosong suddenly felt a little regretful. It would have been much better if he had taught slower and delayed it for a few days.

Now, he was so busy imparting all his skills that he lost such a good opportunity to get along with others.

Xu Qing, standing by, seemed unaware of Hu Baosong's thoughts. He interrupted and said, "I haven't memorized everything yet. I'm still confused about some things. Senior Hu, could you please enlighten me a little more?"

"Since there are still some things that Xu Xiaozi didn't understand, I will continue to explain for half a day."

Xu Qing glanced at the cheerful Hu Baosong, with a feeling of being disappointed in him.

Just talk for half a day?

This silly old man is being reserved when he shouldn't be.

It was said that Xu Qing was given a private lesson during this half day, but in fact, Hu Baosong was talking to Yizhen most of the time.

For example, he asked Yizhen if he was used to living in the Wulao Temple, whether he was short of food, clothing and daily necessities, and whether the old Kun and Qian Daoists in the temple had deliberately made things difficult for him.
The student Xu Qing became the least important one.

When Yizhen left the coffin shop, Hu Baosong was standing at the door, like an old father or mother sending their daughter off to marry.

Seeing Xu Qing also walking in the direction Yi Zhen left, Hu Baosong couldn't help but remind him, "Xu kid, where are you going? The coroner's room is over here."

Xu Qing looked at Hu Baosong's alert expression and couldn't help but laugh. "I'll go to the port to see if there's any fresh fish for sale."

"If there are any good fish, I'll bring a few back for you!"

"Are you really buying fish?"

"Otherwise, would I go to Wulao Temple to become a monk?"

Hu Baosong puffed his beard and glared.

Xu Qing laughed, turned around and left Jingxia Street.

After crossing several streets, Yizhen, who had been walking silently in front, suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Junior Brother Xu, why have you been following me?"

Seeing Yizhen turn around, Xu Qing looked up and said, "There are some small things I want to talk to Senior Sister about, but I just don't know how to start, so I can only follow behind, thinking hard all the way."

Yizhen's heart moved slightly, and their eyes met, and neither of them spoke anymore.

The two of them walked in silence all the way until they found a tea shop and ordered a pot of tea. Then Xu Qing sat quietly aside and watched the tea drinkers chatting.

Yizhen sat there for a long while, and finally couldn't help but speak:

"Brother, if you have anything to say, just say it here."

A smile appeared on Xu Qing's lips.

This female priest is too arrogant. If she doesn't say anything, he will be the one who can't sit still.

Xu Qing picked up the teapot on the table and sighed, "What a pity! You and I were just sitting quietly for a moment, and when we lost our focus, the water in the teapot is no longer warm."

Yizhen looked up at Xu Qing and said calmly, "If that's the case, then let Dr. Tea buy another pot of new tea."

"Senior Sister Yizhen, do you think the new tea will taste the same as the one in this pot?"

"Junior brother, please speak frankly." Yizhen raised his eyebrows slightly.

Xu Qing stood up and filled the pot of cold tea for Yizhen, sighing, "It's a pity that the tea gets cold after you leave."

“If I could hold the tea in my hands while it’s still warm and feel its warmth, then perhaps when it cools down, years later, I’d still be able to recall that feeling.”

Yizhen's hand trembled slightly when he was about to pick up the teacup.

"How many days does he have left?"

Xu Qing shook his head and said nothing.

Most people in the world ask how long it will take, but never say how much time has passed.

The difference between a hundred years and a day is sometimes not that big.

Yizhen was silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up and walked out of the tea shop.

Xu Qing looked at the direction where Yizhen left the tea shop and couldn't help clapping his hands together.

It's another day to be a good person and a good corpse.

"Waiter, check out!"

"Thank you very much for your patronage. Three cents in total."

After leaving the shop, Xu Qing laughed happily.

He had promised Hu Baosong that he would never tell Yizhen that the other party was running out of time.

At the moment, he just bought a pot of tea and only said whether the tea was hot or cold, but he didn't mention anything about Hu Baosong's life span.

As for what Yizhen guessed, that was her own business. What did it have to do with him?
(End of this chapter)