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

Chapter 57: Mountains and Rivers Crane Bone Flute

Xu Qing had no interest in refining ordinary zombies, but if he had good material like that of Captain Zhao, he might be interested.

After seeing off Wang Lingyuan and the corpse-carrying yamen runners, Xu Qing closed the shop door and lit a fine laurel candle. Wisps of smoke surrounded the table, and the aroma of wax in the air dispelled the strange smell of corpse.

Approaching the table, he was about to reach out and touch it, but unexpectedly the two corpses on the table suddenly struggled!

The tied-up corpse looked like a giant silkworm, struggling to wriggle towards the distant cricket pupa, trying to escape from this place.

Seeing this, Xu Qing bared his teeth, grinned, reached out and grabbed the ankles of the two corpses, and dragged them back again.

"You're already here, don't leave in a hurry!"

How could an ordinary person be able to scare a dead person back to life in broad daylight? Xu Qing seemed to be unaware of how terrifying he was. With a sinister laugh, his restrained gloomy temperament was released even more.

On the table, the two corpses looked like decent women stripped naked by a lecher, pressed tightly together and shivering.

Xu Qing doesn't know how to be gentle with women.

Who doesn’t have corpse incense on their body these days?

Hold the fate of one of the corpses by the neck and turn the page of the Sutra of Salvation.

Familiar scriptures rang in Xu Qing's ears, and he saw the life of the person in front of him.

This man is a painter.

As the saying goes, no gentleman can support an artist. For a painter, luck and talent are equally important.

The young painter is very talented, but unfortunately he is impatient and stuck in a dead end, determined to change his fate. He personally believes that with the support of a noble person, his paintings can be sold at the expected price.

So the painter used his connections to get close to rich men and got to know many famous and powerful people. However, these people were not decent at heart. They did not ask him to paint mountains and rivers, but to paint beautiful women.

And they are the kind of girls who are not wearing any clothes.

The painter was a little skeptical at first, thinking that he was a serious man and would never lower himself to paint such vulgar things!
If he could have remained true to his original intention and remained unwavering, perhaps nothing would have happened later. However, the young painter ultimately could not resist the temptation of fame and fortune, and began to paint live erotic pictures for the noble.

At first, it was the girls in the brothel, and then the maids in the nobleman's house. He painted them all. After all, the former were consensual and it was all business transactions, and the latter maids were also bought by the nobleman. Not even the government could control how they were treated or what happened to them.

The painter thought that it would be fine if he could continue like this, but he had no idea that in the circle of power and influence, these were just appetizers, and the big thing was still waiting for him!

What about persecuting virtuous widows, intimidating timid young girls, and threatening married women in front of their husbands?
The nobleman's private behavior became more and more outrageous, and the painter felt more and more uncomfortable the more he painted, and the more he felt that it was wrong.

If he had not taken this job and had not taken this path, would these things have not happened, and would those good girls have not been teased?
It is said that a thousand-mile dam can be breached by a single ant hole. Every time a painter paints a picture, he feels as if a poisonous ant has bitten him in the heart.

I don't know whether it was his remaining conscience or his last bit of perseverance that was bitten.

The swift horse in the picture of the swift horse has become a skinny horse. The eagle in the picture of the eagle attacking has become a bald eagle.

In short, the nobleman's play became more and more inhuman, and the content of the painting also changed from girls to handsome boys.

The painter remained unmoved. In order to gain support from the noble, he endured the discomfort and continued to paint.

Until one day, when the painter was painting, the good girl who was bullied by the slaves suddenly broke free from her restraints, hit her head on the corner of the table and died.

The painter's face was sticky and a little damp. He wiped his face, and his hands were covered with the blood that the woman had sprayed on him. He looked down at the painting again, and the unfinished erotic picture was dotted with spots, like a plum blossom in the cold winter, telling of her innocence.

The next day, the painter hanged himself.

But the accident happened because the painter wanted to report to the authorities and expose the dirty deeds of these upper-class people.

You are just a painter, where do you get the courage from?
At the noble's command, the ferocious servants, like accomplices to a tiger, beat the painter severely. After he was completely exhausted, they used a rope to "make it look like he had hanged himself. " Later, the government investigated the case and issued a reply.

It was said that the painter was impatient and obsessed with the idea that paintings would only become valuable after a person's death, so he hanged himself.

In the coroner's shop, Xu Qing sighed softly, took out the burial instruments, and put on a decent makeup for the painter.

After the task was completed, Xu Qing counted the rewards and obtained a lower-grade painting skill, which could be used to paint mountains and rivers. However, the grade was too low and he could not paint people's hearts.

There is also a high-quality imitation of a mountain and river painting in the style of a human figure, which can be used to store some miscellaneous objects.

Xu Qing casually took out a dog-beating stick from under the table. With a slight thought, the map of mountains and rivers shook, and the next moment a pocket-sized stick as thin as a hair appeared in the map.

It looks like it was painted on.

He used his mind again, and the dog-beating stick reappeared in his hand.

The Sumeru Mountain and River Map was originally a mustard seed storage device.

This thing is good! Xu Qing rarely smiled. Although this magic weapon was only a top-grade human-shaped one with limited storage space, it was an extremely convenient and good thing for him.

In the past, he would have to pack a large bag whenever he went out, like a traveling fortune teller! Sometimes, passersby would even ask him for folk remedies, thinking he was a sycophantic doctor.

Now, things like Dali Pills, Qingliang Powder, Zhenyan Pills, and Three-Day Dashachun Experience Card can all be put in here.

On this side, Xu Qing was having a great time moving into the Xumi Mountains and Rivers Map.

On the other side of the table, seeing that the terrifying evil spirit was no longer paying attention to him, the other tied-up corpse began to struggle to pupate.

After Xu Qing packed up his belongings, he looked back.

Well, that big maggot is almost at the door!
Tell me, we're giving you a free funeral and salvation, so why are you running around?

This is not a black shop.

After dragging the body that was trying to escape back, Xu Qing threw a big punch and the other party immediately quieted down.

With the map of mountains and rivers as a backup, Xu Qing felt much more relaxed and was no longer worried that the corpse would not give out good rewards.

After a series of scenes of strangers were cut into, Xu Qing had a pair of uniquely shaped bone flutes in his hands.

This flute is called Crane Bone Flute.

According to folklore, the crane bone flute is made from the humerus of the red-crowned crane's wing, and it must be from the oldest and strongest male crane!

Cranes have two wings, and crane bone flutes also come in pairs.

A left flute and a right flute can produce different timbres. If they are played in harmony, it is truly the sound of heaven.

No matter the mountains and rivers, ancient and modern times, parents and children or wives and spouses, all the longing and longing can be conveyed in the sound of the crane bone flute.

The crane bone flutes originally grew from the same body, one on each side, and were extremely connected to each other. If one broke, the other would break for no apparent reason.

This flute is rare. Firstly, it is hard to find an old bronze-boned crane of such age, and secondly, there are very few craftsmen who can drill the holes accurately.

The pair in Xu Qing's hands seemed to be made by nature, as smooth as jade.

People say that the sound of the crane bone flute is the most nostalgic, and this flute also has a story behind it.

The specific story starts with the porter on the table.
(End of this chapter)