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

Chapter 2: The Beggar Scholar
The Sutra of Delivering People can help the deceased to attain salvation and provide an overview of the deceased's life.

At this moment, there were still more than a dozen zombies working in the courtyard where Xu Qing was. Judging from their clothing when they were alive, they were most likely corpse workers with local household registration.

In Xu Qing's eyes, their life stories are undoubtedly real history books in front of him, which can help him understand the world quickly and effectively.

However, there is a prerequisite for all this, that is, the Sutra of Salvation can really save them.

In order to avoid any fake tricks, Xu Qing thought about it, rolled up his sleeves, stood on tiptoe, and began to move towards the nearest zombie.

Although he is now a zombie, he is still a little scared. If the zombie in front of him suddenly jumps up and bites him, it will probably be very painful, right?

Xu Qing followed closely behind the zombie pushing the millstone, struggling in his heart.

Done! We are all dead, I am not afraid of anything!
After a brief discussion and a firm decision, Xu Qing became bolder and reached out to put his hand on the other person's shoulder.

The zombie remained unmoved and continued to do the work in front of him.

Even donkeys can be stubborn, but these zombies are even more obedient than donkeys!

Seeing this, Xu Qing was even less afraid. Taking advantage of the moonlight, he took two quick steps and got ahead. Now he could finally see the other person's true face.

It was a ragged, dirty-faced zombie. Judging from its clothes and appearance, it didn't look like an honest person when it was alive. It looked more like a beggar begging on the street.

At this time, the clouds covered the moon and the whole courtyard was silent except for the sound of the mill. Xu Qing took a quick look around and saw that there was no one around, so he retreated behind the zombie in front of him, then suddenly squatted down, hugged the other's legs, and did a dry land onion pulling!

The downtrodden zombie fell to the ground, and Xu Qing took advantage of the situation and rode on its back. Even so, the zombie under him still managed to free one arm and stretched it towards the millstone, as if it had no other thoughts except pushing the millstone to work.

After finally controlling the zombie in front of him, Xu Qing faced another serious problem.

"How should I transcend?"

He had never studied Buddhism during his lifetime, nor did he understand Taoist thoughts. Apart from physical salvation, he really didn't know how to save people!

As if sensing his thoughts, the Sutra of Salvation in Xu Qing's mind suddenly shone brightly, and the ethereal voice of the scripture rang out again.

"The human way is vague, the immortal way is vast, and the ghost way is joyful.
When entering the world of life, the immortal way values ​​life, while the ghost way values ​​death.

As the pages of the Sutra of Deliverance turn, the memories of the deceased bloom like frozen red spider lilies on the road to the underworld.

It is said that the Three Lives Stone can see the memories of the three previous lives. Xu Qing does not have this ability, but at this moment he can truly see the traces of the deceased's past in this life.

The zombie's name is Feng Chunlai. He was a disciple of a prominent sect in his lifetime, or in layman's terms, a beggar who begged for food.

There are eight gates in the Jianghu. The outer eight gates are thief, poison, sales, phoenix, trick, witch, play, and killing; the inner eight gates are shock, tiredness, floating, book, wind, fire, title, and demand.

Among them, Yaomen is the most profound, emphasizing the way to deal with adversity. It is the most difficult to master among the eight major sects.

Feng Chunlai is a man of insight. Even though he has become a beggar, he always adheres to the professional philosophy of "skills come from diligence, while waste comes from play". In the beggars' den, he is always the first one to go out to beg and the last one to come back.

People say that old wine tastes mellower and old people have broader knowledge.

Feng Chunlai, who had worked in the begging business for decades, finally realized the true meaning of Yaomen one night!

That is 'choose good people and do not seek harm without hatred'.

These ten short words embody the moral principles that the old beggar has been pursuing and exploring throughout his life.

It was New Year's Eve, and the snow was falling heavily. An overjoyed Feng Chunlai got drunk and started dancing in the street. Inside the high walls, the Zhao family's dog accompanied him.

The next day, someone got up early to clear the snow in front of the door and found the old beggar's body.

He left with a smile.

Feng Chunlai had no father, no mother, no children, and no grandchildren. The government collected his body in front of people and then handed it over to corpse drivers.

Corpse drivers, also known as "corpse-driving craftsmen," would collect money from the families of the deceased and return them to their hometowns, emphasizing the importance of returning to one's roots. If the body was unclaimed, it would be taken to a charity cemetery or a small, designated shop.

There are also some unscrupulous corpse-drivers who will refine those ownerless corpses into "corpse workers" and sell them secretly.

This corpse driver obviously belongs to the latter. After turning the old beggar into a zombie, he sold him to this mill to work.

Coincidentally, the corpse driver who refined the old beggar happened to be the "black middleman" who picked up Xu Qing's corpse, refined it, and then sold it.

It's so immoral to take advantage of a dead person's money for free!

While Xu Qing was cursing in his heart, he had already read through the beggar's life.

Afterwards, the Sutra of Deliverance gave an evaluation of the corpse: the human grade is low.

At the same time, he also received the corpse reward -

There are two pieces of rhyme for playing the Lotus Flower and singing the Alpaca, as well as several exquisite quick-paced songs strung together by golden bamboo pieces.

The rhymes are not written down on paper, but directly integrated into the mind.
Xu Qing bit it with his sharp corpse teeth, leaving marks.

It’s actually real money!
However, can you make a living by playing this allegro with such high purity?
Xu Qing felt it was useless. Food feeds people, so what use is there for a zombie like him to use this clapperboard? If he were alive, maybe it could have alleviated some of the pressure of the mortgage.
Coming back to his senses, Xu Qing's gaze fell on the subdued zombie beneath him. The old beggar's hand, which had been reaching for the millstone, had been lowered without him noticing when. Looking at his face again, he saw a smile on his lips, his eyes closed, a look of contentment as if he had died.

Xu Qing stood up and shook the old beggar's body, but it was cold and stiff, with no response at all.

He didn't believe it, so he put the man's body back in front of the millstone and let him put his hands on the millstone.

Still no movement. Xu Qing's heart skipped a beat when he saw this. If the mill manager found out tomorrow, it would be bad news!

But he changed his mind and breathed a sigh of relief.

What does the old beggar’s strike have to do with him?
After all the zombies in this yard are liberated, he will run away overnight, leaving this black-hearted mill to its own devices!
Thinking of this, Xu Qing immediately became full of energy, rolled up his sleeves, and went to the next workstation!
Zombies are fat at night and thin during the day, hiding during the day and coming out at night, and these zombies in the Corpse Mill are no exception.

During the day, the real craftsmen of the mill would come to clean the stone troughs and add grains, medicinal herbs and other items that needed to be ground the next night. The zombies in the mill acted as donkeys and mules, and under the nourishment of the moonlight, they worked tirelessly to do the hardest work in the mill. They could be said to be perpetual motion machines.

In a blink of an eye, Xu Qing had arrived in front of another circular grinding groove with a diameter of about ten feet. He repeated the same method, subdued the corpse worker, and then unfolded the Immortal Book of Salvation.
A volume of scriptures for saving people can tell you about their past lives.

The zombie under him was from the same generation as the old beggar, but he was younger than him.

On the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, he and a group of beggars were hiding in an abandoned house, drinking and gnawing on chicken legs. Who would have thought that a group of masked thugs suddenly broke in and cleaned out the beggars' den in no time.

After reading the beggar's life story, Xu Qing was rewarded with a stable job and a dog-beating stick.

As for why the young beggar would bring about his own death, he couldn't understand it.

You say that this group of thugs leave the rich businessmen alone and rob the beggars instead of making trouble during the New Year?
It was almost four o'clock in the morning, and Xu Qing had saved the souls of seven or eight zombies. Without exception, all of them were beggars who had been begging in the city when they were alive.

Looking at the gold, silver and iron clappers hanging around his waist, Xu Qing finally couldn't hold it back.

What kind of drop rate is this? Not to mention the kings and generals, isn't there a wealthy man or a bandit in the entire courtyard?
It was the fourth watch at this time, and time was running out, but Xu Qing had only saved less than half of the zombies in the yard.

"Pick a few more at the end. No matter what the reward is, you must stop in time!"

Afterwards, Xu Qing picked the tallest one among the short ones and chose the one who looked less sloppy. He never thought that he would really get a good deal this time.

This man was a poor scholar whose family had fallen on hard times. Although he was alone, fortunately he was well-educated and could make a living by setting up a stall on the street, writing letters for people and doing some writing and painting business.

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long, as the scholar fell in love with a prostitute named Su Hongxiu. This woman had grown up in brothels and had a thousand faces and a thousand minds. How could a scholar like him handle her?

Su Hongxiu usually either pretended to have a headache or fever to ask for medical treatment money, or asked him for money for rouge and powder. In the end, she seemed to think that the scholar could really do anything for her, so she no longer bothered to make up excuses and just asked for money blatantly.

If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely not be happy, but this scholar is not an ordinary person at all!

When Su Hongxiu asked him for money, he not only met the required amount, but also asked if it was enough. If not, he would go and earn more.

Even a dog wouldn't lick a person like this! It must have been well fed by its owner to have the energy to wag its tail.

Su Hongxiu is the top prostitute in the brothel. She tells everyone that she only sells her art and not her body. The scholar spends all his money on her every day, but in the end he doesn't even get to lick her feet. Yet he still chases her.

Not far from the scholar's stall, an old fortune teller couldn't bear to see this so he made a mud mound with his hands, put a bamboo stick on it, and hung a mud dog on one end of the stick and a mud rabbit on the other end.

As long as you turn the bamboo stick, the dog will chase the rabbit.

But even if it turned the mud pile around for a lifetime, it could not catch up with the rabbit.

And this rabbit is like Su Hongxiu.

After hearing this, the scholar became furious and pointed at the old man and started scolding him, saying that the fortune teller was meddling in other people's business!
After more than half a year, Su Hongxiu, who had been sold at a high price by the brothel, was redeemed by a wealthy man and bought as his concubine. Upon hearing the "bad news", the scholar rushed to the man's house without stopping, thinking that even if it meant risking his own life, he would save his beloved from suffering.

When he arrived at the official's house, the scholar planned to climb over the wall to get in. As luck would have it, he saw Su Hongxiu flirting and being intimate with the old official in the back garden from the top of the wall.

He was an old man in his sixties, how could she lower her head and talk to him like that!

The scholar did not believe what he saw and heard, but instead comforted himself, thinking that Su Hongxiu was compromising and had to bow her head because she was under someone else's roof.

After the old man left the garden, trembling and holding his waist, the scholar finally had time to climb over the wall and enter the yard.

Facing Su Hongxiu's astonished face, the scholar's eyes were already red before he even opened his mouth.

"Hongxiu, let's elope. I'll take you away from this damn place and never let you be bullied again!"

Su Hongxiu broke free from the scholar's hand, rubbed her wrist and said, "You pinched me and it hurt."

"Also, let's not meet again in the future. I'm afraid the master will misunderstand!"

She was a pretty girl, but at this moment she said something more resolute than a bayonet knife cutting into the heart.

The scholar forced a smile and gave Su Hongxiu the only money he had that he had prepared for their elopement. Afterwards, he didn't know how he left the man's house. He only remembered that the sun was very cold that day, as cold as falling into an ice cave!

He spent all his savings and gave away all the money he earned with his sincerity, but he was unable to get it back in full.

Passing by the river, the scholar suddenly remembered a sentence -

A bitch is ruthless, an actor is ruthless.

And he is a fool, a big fool!

After that, in the dead of winter, there was a corpse drifting in the Bingzhazi River until it was salvaged ashore by a corpse driver.

"Such a deep resentment, just right for making corpses"

The scholar’s ​​past has come to an end here.

While Xu Qing was sighing and shaking his head, the Sutra of Saving People also gave corresponding rewards.

A copy of the Book of Documents with a middle-grade human character, and a Heart-Opening Pill.
(End of this chapter)