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

Chapter 127 Altar, Fetal Obscurity

The art of concealing the truth is a forbidden art that uses a substitute to deceive the heavens and the earth.

A person's lifespan, wealth and poverty, birth and death. No matter the myriad forms of the world or the myriad forms of sentient beings, nothing can escape the prying eyes of heaven, which also gives those with ulterior motives the possibility of divination.

However, although the secrets of heaven cannot be avoided, they can be concealed and covered up.

The art of concealing the truth is just such a technique.

"The breath of all things gathers in my body, the shapes of all things are borrowed from my body. The wind hides the clouds, the clouds hide the rain, the sky blocks out the sun, and a drop of water turns into thousands of rivers." Xu Qing plucked a piece of wolf hair from the wolf hair brush as the material for casting the spell, chanting the spell in his mouth. The next moment, his background, past, and future all transformed into another appearance.

At this time, the secrets of Xu Qing's true self were obscure, and he had become an indescribable and unpredictable existence.

Even if someone well versed in the art of calculation were to do so, the best they could come up with was that there was a bald-tailed weasel named Xu Qing in Huangtiao Mountain.

However, the trick of concealing the truth is not over yet. The hairs of Huang Laoxu are only the first barrier to conceal the secret.

At best, it can only be regarded as a physical substitute among the forms of all things.

As long as Xu Qing collects more spellcasting materials in the future, he will have more substitutes to use as cover.

In addition to these functions, he can also use the art of concealing the truth to buy more time to deal with the disasters he will need to deal with in the future.

In other words, as long as he keeps a low profile and doesn't display abilities beyond the detection of Heaven, Heaven will simply treat him as one of the countless ordinary creatures.

For Xu Qing, a zombie, these benefits are definitely like sending an umbrella in the rain and helping charcoal in the snow!

As the headmaster of the Cat Fairy Hall and a corpse driver in the coroner's shop, Xu Qing inevitably comes into contact with all kinds of people, and among these people there might be masters who are proficient in divination.

If one day, by chance, someone suddenly gets the urge to pinch and figure out that he is a dead zombie, it will surely lead to a series of troubles.

Now that he has this secret technique, his zombie identity has been further strengthened. Next time he goes out, he can walk openly on the street and no longer has to hide from those fortune tellers who like to spy on passersby at the fortune-telling stalls.

Xu Qing was indescribably happy to have received his first Heavenly Reward, a forbidden technique that ignored all levels and could shield himself from everyone's prying eyes.

Let’s look at the other two rewards. One is the top-grade Yin Tong method of the Earth character. This is considered an advanced version of the Qi-watching technique. After opening the Yin Tong, one can see through illusions, peek into the nine underworlds, and sense the laws of nature.

Xu Qing marveled in admiration. This Yin pupil complemented the art of concealing the sky. One was used to conceal, and the other was used to spy. He just didn't know if the person who possessed the Yin pupil could see through his art of concealing the sky.

However, thinking of the huge gap between the word "Heaven" and the word "Earth", he knew that even if someone opened the third eye or the dark pupil, they would not be able to see through his whereabouts.

As they approached the ruins, Xuan Yu opened his eyes wide and looked at Xu Qing in surprise.

At this moment, Xu Qing's eyes seemed to be injected with thick ink, and the black and white eyeballs suddenly became as black as ink.

As if sensing Xuan Yu's gaze, Xu Qing's gaze suddenly turned to it.

Eight vital shadows emerged from the black cat. Xu Qing saw the true nature of the Nine-Life Black Cat. Xuan Yu had not lied to him. It had really lost a life before.

At the same place, the black cat's back hair stood up like needles, and it stood up unconsciously.

Xu Qing's gaze was unconcealed, even more rude than the lechers who commented on decent women on the street!
Xuan Yu felt that all his secrets were exposed to him.

"Xu Qing!" The little girl's clear voice suddenly rang out. This was the first time Xuan Yu called Xu Qing's name directly.

Xu Qing, who had half-seen Xuan Yu, came back to his senses instantly.

As the ink faded, Xu Qing looked at the cat that ran angrily to the top of the wall, feeling helpless.

Forget it, after this matter is over, I'll go to the port and buy a fish to appease them.

After testing the Yin Tong, Xu Qingfu looked at the method of raising and refining medicinal corpses.

He had seen this method before in the witch's memory. It was an alternative method of refining corpses.

The corpse medicine method is not of much use to Xu Qing. The only effect may be that it increases his experience in raising and refining corpses. Now, except for the ancient sect with a long tradition like the Yinshi Sect, I am afraid that no one in the world can understand corpses better than him.

"The Yin Corpse Sect"

Xu Qing's mind moved slightly. The Yinshi Sect was famous for collecting corpses, driving corpses, refining corpses, and controlling corpses. In a sect like this, would the bodies of the disciples and elders be buried and left to rot like ordinary people after their death?
If they did not bury their bodies, but instead cultivated their own corpses into medicinal corpses like the witch in front of them, then after thousands of years, how many corpses would the long-standing Yinshi Sect have accumulated?
When it comes to preserving corpses, the Yinshi Sect is an expert in the inner sect!
The thought that was about to arise in his mind suddenly emerged, but was forcibly suppressed by Xu Qing.

This thousand-year-old sect has too deep a foundation. There might be golden-armored zombies or higher-level zombie soldiers guarding the sect. Although he is not afraid of those zombies, in addition to zombies, there are also living monks guarding the sect.

If he wants to go in and dig up someone's ancestral grave, he needs people's consent!
Well, I'd better just stay in my shop and collect the bodies!

Recalling the dream of untying the belt when he first acquired the dream-making technique, Xu Qing instantly regained consciousness.

As a human being, you can't be too greedy, and the same applies to being a zombie.

The body can be collected again if it is lost, but if you are too eager for quick success, you may end up like the witch in front of you and suffer a miserable end.

After putting the witch's body into the box garden, Xu Qing immediately looked at the ghost baby's body.

Turning the page of the Sutra of Salvation, it is revealed that the ghost baby’s life was nothing special. Not long after it was born, it was locked in the Infant Locking Tower.

The priest of the Songzi Temple would send dead fetuses every once in a while as nourishment for the ghost baby's growth.

This evil method originated from the Rakshasa bird.

According to legend, in the land of Taiyin, between the tombs and graves, there is a lot of evil spirits and resentment from corpses. Over time, they transform into Rakshasa birds. They are as big as gray cranes, can transform into evil spirits, and like to eat human eyes. They are also called Yaksha, Shura, and Xili.
If the ghost baby in front of him wants to grow, he can only be trained in this way.

If Xu Qing had not intervened, in another year or two, the ghost baby might have really made up for its physical defects and become an evil spirit with a bird's face and a human body, neither human nor ghost.

After the salvation was completed, Xu Qing obtained a Taihui Pearl.

The most unfortunate thing in the world is that a living being dies just after birth. This is not something the fetus itself can control; it is purely fate.

Although this Taihui Pearl is of the human-shaped grade, it has an incredible function, which is to bring bad luck to people.

Pinching the gray-white bead, Xu Qing urged the Yin energy, and a wisp of bad luck was picked up between his fingers and turned into a ball of gray mist.

This mist has little effect on practitioners, but for ordinary people, it can make people get stuck in their teeth when drinking cold water, and even sprain their backs when yawning.

Xu Qing played with it for a while and then threw it into the map of mountains and rivers.

Now, in the map of mountains and rivers that originally had no sun or moon, there was now a gray-white full moon hanging in the sky, and in the moon, there was vaguely the figure of a fetus curled up with its knees hugged.

The previously bright picture of mountains and rivers was now covered with a gray underworld filter, but above the river, there was a white lotus floating down from the mountains, emitting a holy light.

After dealing with the father and son in the underworld, Xu Qing took out the tools used for funeral rites and set up an altar for the hundreds of fetuses in front of him.

Hundreds of infants, as the pages of the Sutra of Deliverance were turned one by one, Xu Qing cradled a child in one hand and a willow branch in the other. He dipped a little clean water from a vase filled with morning dew and gently brushed it across the infants' foreheads, washing away the dust of this life. In the distance, a sulking Xuan Yu squatted on the wall. Seeing Xu Qing, dressed in red, gently praying for the children's salvation, his eyes softened.

In the night sky, a black crow landed on a tree branch, quietly looking at the altar.

Xiang Gong, who had managed to survive in the distance, was perhaps filled with awe and fear, or perhaps he knew of his sins, and was now following the two nuns who had never committed any murder and silently reciting scriptures to protect the children.

The old nun, the keeper of the Songzi Temple, stared blankly at the ruins of the Infant Locking Pagoda, as if she had lost her soul.

Xu Qing's mind was free from external distractions at this moment, and he ignored the disturbances of the outside world. After washing the dirt off the babies, he stepped on the Yu steps, walked the Gang and stepped on the Dou, and summoned the souls in the way of funeral books, lighting lamps and guiding the way for the boys.

In order to prevent the children from being embarrassed on the road, he burned a lot of money to buy the way, and then chanted to the Jian, worshipped the gods of heaven, the gods of earth, and the stars.
Finally, a memorial was submitted, recording all the matters concerning the Songzi Temple in a written document, which was then accompanied by talismans and burned for the emperor to hear.

Newborn babies are innocent and pure, and do not know the ways of the world. If they were to go to the underworld or heaven, they would not know how to express themselves.

Xu Qing burned the memorials in order to help these babies speak and tell the possible gods and spirits about their experiences in life.

After doing all this, Xu Qing recited the scriptures for salvation again. The first three times were to call back the sleeping and wandering baby spirits, and the last time was to save the baby from reincarnation.

At the wall, Xuanyu's eyes suddenly glowed with golden light, its mouth slightly opened, and golden incense flowed out of its nose, ears, lips and mouth.

The incense sticks stretched into lines, widened into three-foot-wide shining ribbons, flowed towards the altar, and formed an incense bridge connecting yin and yang.

At the altar, Xu Qing was slightly stunned as he looked at the white spots of light floating out from the corpses of more than a hundred babies.

He didn't expect that the head of the Cat Fairy Hall, the high and mighty Cat Fairy, would actually be willing to give the incense that the hall had accumulated with great difficulty to these babies.

Xu Qing turned his head to look at the black cat squatting on the wall. When the cat saw him looking at it, it immediately turned its head to the side, as if it was still angry about him opening his Yin pupil to peek at it.

Xu Qing burst out laughing.

He turned around and gathered his mind. This time he recited the scriptures for saving people, just to pray that these babies would be born in a good place or go to paradise as soon as possible.

After the salvation was completed, Xu Qing turned to look at the ruins of the Infant Locking Tower.

The ruins include damaged wooden stairs, wooden doors and windows and other flammable materials.

Xu Qing flicked his finger, and a bit of smoldering fire flew down. The dirty items in the ruins burned along with the firewood.

Not far away, the silly old nun saw the jumping flames and suddenly came to her senses. She muttered the ghost baby's nickname, smiled foolishly, and walked towards the fire pit.

Seeing this, Xu Qing suddenly moved from the altar to the edge of the fire pit.

He grabbed the old nun by the collar and dragged her all the way to the altar.

In Xu Qing's eyes, the old nun's sins had not yet been settled. How could she have the right to choose her own way of death and follow her husband and children?
"Your blood should be offered on the altar for these children, so that they can rest in peace after death!"

Upon hearing this, the old nun suddenly struggled, as if she did not want to admit the sins she had committed.

In front of the altar, Xu Qing gathered his energy into a knife, which contained a total of 132 babies. In front of everyone, he cut the old nun with the knife 133 times. He did not hold back the last knife, which was considered an extra gift.

Previously it was a civil sacrifice, but this one is a martial sacrifice for revenge and complaints.

After the old nun died, the place where the baby suffered, which initially still had some resentment, completely regained its clarity.

After finishing the ritual, Xu Qing breathed a sigh of relief. He collected the old nun's body and all the things on the altar, then called out to Xuan Yu who was wagging his tail on the top of the wall, meaning that it was time to go home.

Although Xuanyu was sulking with him, it did not disobey. It took steps, and when Xu Qing walked out of the temple, it followed him along the wall.

Xu Qing stopped and looked back at it, and it also stopped and looked back.

When we arrived at the gate of Songzi Temple, black crows circled and flew down.

"Xu Wazi, just leave without worry. Leave the affairs here to Master Ya. When the sun rises tomorrow, I will ask the disciples from other halls to come and clean up the mess."

Xu Qing thanked Hei Lao Ya, but he stopped before leaving.

Under the eaves where the black crow stopped, there was a plaque with three large gold-painted characters "Jiuying Temple" that were extremely eye-catching.

Xu Qing frowned slightly and was about to take action, but he didn't expect that the black cat three steps away from him suddenly turned into a black light and shot out. The next moment, the plaque on the temple gate cracked into several horizontal and vertical lines, and then exploded.

Xuan Yu retracted his claws, landed on the top of the stone steps, and walked past him calmly.

Xu Qing grinned and quickly caught up with Mao'er.

The black crow stood on the eaves of the temple gate, and watched the two immortals from the Cat Fairy Hall leave with his black bean-like eyes.

On the mountain path, Xu Qing caught up with Xuan Yu, then he walked with his hands behind his back, praising the cat in front of him.

“I didn’t expect that the Xuanyu Immortal Family also had such a warm heart.”

“What is enthusiasm?”

"It means that he has a very fairy-like demeanor and is very cute."

"." Xuan Yu remained expressionless after hearing this, but his pace unconsciously slowed down.

"It is such a joy to be able to practice with the Xuanyu Immortal Family. I love the Xuanyu Immortal Family the most."

Xu Qing chose to be shameless to the extreme.

The minds of monsters usually develop slowly. How could a kitten who was over three hundred years old but knew little about the world resist such sweet talk?

The little emotion that I had stored up before was instantly thrown out of my mind.

Xuanyu, which had deliberately kept three steps away, was now getting closer and closer, until it was parallel to Xu Qing, and then it spoke in a childish voice.

"I like Xu Qingxian's house, too."

Xu Qing chuckled.

In his eyes, the love between the zombie and the cat is the companionship on the road of cultivation, the support between like-minded people, and the bond of going through the vicissitudes of life together.

Some people say that without experiencing the world, it is difficult to attain enlightenment.

But if you can find someone who shares the same path with you when you are looking at the world, that would definitely be a very lucky thing.

(End of this chapter)