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

Chapter 77: Five-Colored Horse, Thousand-Gold Fur Coat

Small things are like summoning ghosts, big things are like digging graves.

Xu Qing didn't see any ghosts, so he thought about digging up the grave in front of him to see what was hidden inside.

He separated a part of his mind and returned to his body. He took out the shovel from the map of mountains and rivers and threw it far away to the doll standing motionless in front of the grave.

After getting the shovel, Yanou found a good position to start and dug out the soil one shovel at a time.

After digging for a long time, Xu Qing heard a clang. He stopped digging with the shovel, dug down, and cleaned up the loose soil. A bluestone coffin eight feet long and five feet wide was revealed under his feet.

"Wow, what a big coffin!"

Xu Qing looked at the size and specifications of the coffin in front of him and couldn't help but be shocked.

Judging from the size of the coffin, the tomb owner seemed to be a respectable and prestigious person in his lifetime.

But the question is, if someone is really important, who would be buried in such a small grave without even a burial chamber?
And looking at the appearance of the coffin, the cuts are neat and there is no trace of oldness, as if it was made not long ago.

Xu Qing walked around the coffin, thinking about it, like an aunt buying watermelons, and rapped on the coffin lid for a long time, but couldn't hear a single word.

Recalling the do's and don'ts written in the almanac for today, Xu Qing fiddled with the shovel for a while, and finally decided to give it a try to see if he could get something good out of it.

After all, the almanac today taboos burial and coffining, but it doesn't say anything about digging graves.

There were no nails on the sarcophagus. Xu Qing controlled the puppet, inserted the shovel into the gap in the coffin lid, and pried it upwards.

There was a loud bang, and after some work, he failed to open the coffin lid and instead broke the handle of the shovel.

The sarcophagus weighs tens of thousands of pounds, and the lid alone cannot be pried open with an ordinary shovel.

Xu Qing didn't believe it. After throwing away the shovel that was in the way, he controlled the copper-headed and iron-armed puppet, grabbed one end of the coffin lid with his bare hands, and shoveled upwards with all his might.

The coffin is open!
When the dust settled, Yanou mechanically bent down and reached into the coffin for a while. When he stood up, he held in his hands a corpse with blood oozing from all seven orifices and a purple face.

Xu Qing took a quick look and saw that the corpse in front of him was dressed in plain clothes, with many parts of the skin ulcerated, and there was not a single burial object in the coffin.

In short, he didn't look like a wealthy person when he was alive.

Although Xu Qing was a little disappointed, based on the principle that since he was already here, he might as well save the deceased, he still went to the grave in person and performed a ritual to help the unknown corpse to be reborn.

Familiar scriptures sounded, and the pages of the Sutra of Deliverance turned.

When a corner of the magnificent palace appeared before his eyes, Xu Qing suddenly let out a light exclamation.

Something is wrong, very wrong!

Look at the palace buildings that appear in the revolving lantern, and the majestic man wearing a dragon robe, holding the young Crown Prince and walking towards the Golden Throne Hall.

Xu Qing was somewhat confused. What was this for him to do?
Before he could wonder for long, the scene changed and Xu Qing saw the crown prince pinching his nose and drinking medicine with a bitter face.

Emperor Longping held the scroll in his hand, sat at the table, and read quietly.

The Queen took out a handkerchief and wiped the medicine stains from the corner of the Crown Prince's mouth. She said softly, "My son is weak. You must listen to the doctor's advice and stop riding horses all day."

Xu Qing was silent for a while, and couldn't help but curse in his heart.

"Could this be the prince's tomb?"

Through the perspective of Crown Prince Zhao You, Xu Qing knew the identity of the tomb owner in just a few life fragments.

With doubts in his mind and a vague feeling that he had discovered something shocking, Xu Qing continued reading.

Because of his frail health, the prince often shed tears in secret, hating himself for not being as good as a weak scholar.

After the Crown Princess gave birth to the Crown Prince Zhao Cong, Zhao You felt as if he had been pardoned. From then on, he and the Crown Princess treated each other with respect, acting in accordance with courtesy and never indulged themselves again.

When he was 28 years old, Zhao You's physical condition deteriorated and he had to give up practicing archery and horse riding, but he found a new hobby - horse judging.

The emperor judges people and the crown prince judges horses. Zhao You was quite proud when he heard this at first, until the Taifu left a piece of advice before his death, saying that the talent of judging horses is rare in a small corner, but it is useless if you look at the whole world.

From then on, the prince, who loved archery and horse riding, stopped judging horses.

Xu Qing continued to look back. When Zhao You gave up all his hobbies and studied hard to govern the country, Hui Fei's son, the Third Prince, came into his sight.

The third prince was well-behaved and clever, often chatting with him to relieve his boredom, and occasionally asking some naive questions that made people laugh and cry.

Knowing that he liked sweets, the third prince often brought him delicious candied fruits for him to taste.

When Xu Qing saw this, he didn't realize anything was wrong. He just felt that the two brothers were so friendly and respectful to each other, which was really enviable.

As the eldest son, Zhao You felt that sooner or later he would have to shoulder the heavy burden of governing the world, so he had been learning the strategies of governing the country step by step, waiting for the day when his father was no longer around, so that he could live up to expectations and lead Dayong to prosperity.

However, he waited for ten years after ten years.

At this time, Zhao You was over fifty years old. The doctor at the prince's mansion shook his head helplessly, saying that the prince had less than three years to live, or even shorter.

Zhao You was completely unable to sit still at this point. He had studied for so many years, giving up almost all his free time, wasn't it just for the day when he could give off the light and heat that a prince should have?

Then he turned his head to look at his only son. If he did not live beyond three years and could not inherit the throne, then Zhao Cong, as the crown prince, would definitely not be able to become the prince.

This was completely contrary to his original life plan.

Since he was a child, his mother taught him to be a good prince and to inherit the throne in the future. Now that the established path has deviated, Zhao You is completely panicked.

On that day, Zhao You met with his mother overnight. After a long discussion, the Queen Mother finally came up with an idea for him, which was to replace the prince with a cat.

But the raccoon cat is not a real raccoon cat, but the emperor's grandson.

The Crown Prince Zhao Cong and the Prince Zhao You are actually father and son, and they look 80% similar.

The queen asked her brother to help her and found a master of disguise to dye the crown prince's beard and dress him up. From then on, Zhao Cong was Zhao You.

Zhao You, then fifty years old, might not have survived the aging Emperor Longping. But could Zhao Cong, who had just completed his coming-of-age ceremony, not have survived his grandfather?

In order to train Zhao Cong, Zhao You has not been idle for three years. In addition to taking various rare medicines to stay alive, he has been looking for various ways to prolong life.

I only hope that during my lifetime, I can protect Zhao Cong all the way to the throne.

That year, the king's uncle invited a sorcerer from Shu, who said he had a magical skill of immortality that could extend the prince's life by at least ten years.

On the day of the spell, seven wizards with great magical powers set up an altar, ready to borrow life and prolong the prince's life.

Fortunately, the custom of offering sacrifices and praying for blessings was prevalent in the country at that time, which allowed a group of witches to perform rituals openly in the Prince's Mansion.

Xu Qing saw a group of sorcerers and witches in bizarre costumes waving bells and chanting something in the Prince's mansion. They were saying, "Respectfully present to the True Lord of Southern Shu, Bu'e Ding Shen. We, the ministers, submit to the Zhao family and the Crown Prince Zhao You. In celebration of the birthday, we have prepared incense to honor the faithful and dedicated sorcerers. We beg the Great Yuan Wuzu to upgrade our rank and grant us the power of the art."

After the incantation was finished, the king's uncle ordered people to slaughter three animals and offer blood as a sacrifice.

Xu Qing smelled a pungent stench coming from the altar in the carousel. Seeing this, the witch asked the prince's uncle to select seven maids and servants in the mansion, a total of fourteen boys and girls, to serve as sacrifices to the witch god.

The dignified Prince's residence, however, felt like a hell that night. Only when the altar was stained red with blood did the seven sorcerers complete their rituals.

At this time, Zhao You was tied up like a dumpling and placed in a large vat as tall as a person, leaving him to be pickled in the smelly blood water prepared by the witch.

When Zhao You woke up, it was already a hundred days later.

When those witches and shamans left behind their secret methods of maintaining their bodies, they actually used antiseptics such as aloe vera powder to prevent skin decay and ulceration.

Zhao You took off the smelly cloth on his body. His body was covered with evil witchcraft patterns, and he looked like a half-dead living dead.

When Xu Qing saw this, he couldn't help but frown.

In the revolving lantern, Zhao You's condition was completely different from that of a zombie. Instead, it seemed like he was using some kind of drug to cause his body to mutate.

As for the so-called witch god and the sacrificed boys and girls, Xu Qing did not think that these alone could allow Prince Zhao You to truly be reborn.

Ten years later, Zhao You's health condition was just as Xu Qing had expected, and he was about to completely decay.

"It's a pity that my uncle only invited seven witch doctors, who could only extend your life by fourteen years. If he had invited more, set up a hundred witch altars, and sacrificed a hundred pairs of boys and girls, you could have lived a hundred years longer. How could you be so haggard today?"

Zhao Youze smiled faintly and said, "Fourteen years is more than enough. Cong'er is now the true crown prince. He is only thirty years old now, and he will surely wait for the day when he inherits the throne."

Tsk, fourteen lives in exchange for fourteen years of living dead life. The lives of those boys and girls, maids and servants are really not lives?
Xu Qing couldn't understand the affairs of the imperial family. Zhao You was too ruthless.

In comparison, the third prince is more humane. After all, judging from Zhao You's revolving door, this prince is the only one with a relatively gentle temperament.

Xu Qing continued to read.

When Emperor Longping was in his twilight years, he was worried about the former tiger who was living in retirement in Tianjin, so he asked the fake prince to go on tour on his behalf to test whether Prince Changting had any ulterior motives.

Zhao You was also worried about Zhao Cong, so he went to Tianjin with him.

One day, Zhao You, disguised as a horseman, watched Zuo Zixiong refuse to ride the thousand-mile horse and muttered to himself, "He is truly a loyal and honest minister. The Yong Dynasty is in need of such talents. Perhaps there will be an opportunity in the future."

The scene changed, and Zhao You drank the poisoned wine that the third prince had carefully prepared for him. It not only contained poison, but also a lot of sweet sugar that was tributed from Nancuo.

Well, the third prince has always remembered his eldest brother's love for sweets.

Xu Qing retracted his previous thoughts. He thought Zhao You was cunning enough, but he didn't expect that the third prince was even more cunning.

Great evils often lurk in soft places, and deep hatred often comes from love.

Who would have thought that the third prince, who was the most harmless and the one who loved Zhao You the most, would be the most poisonous thorn in his back.

Although Zhao You was not buried in the imperial mausoleum, he was the crown prince after all.

The Sutra of Deliverance finally gives an assessment of the corpse, which is that the character "人" is of the highest quality.

Xu Qing looked at the reward, a method of deduction of Zi Wei Dou Shu and a wisp of imperial purple aura.

In addition, there are the arts of horse judging, horse making for transportation, and paper cutting to make clothes.

The Emperor's Purple Qi ranks the highest among the human grades and is a top-grade reward. However, when Xu Qing saw that noble and bright Emperor's Qi, he showed a look of disgust.

What he likes is priceless, and he really doesn't care about the throne of the emperor!
The purple air was stored in the map of mountains and rivers, and the next moment a purple belt appeared above the mountains and rivers.

This broken thing takes up quite a bit of space!

Xu Qing was so angry that he licked his teeth. Just a wisp of purple air had squeezed out half of his map of mountains and rivers.

Looking at other aspects, Ziwei Doushu is a method of deduction, ranked as the best in the human category, and can deduce good and bad fortune.

The art of horse physiognomy allows people to know and understand horses, and can help people distinguish the quality of horses. It is ranked at the bottom of the human level.

The technique of making a horse can use white bones and clay as the base to shape a five-colored horse.

Cutting paper into clothes, only two taels of yellow paper are needed to cut out a piece of precious clothes worth thousands of gold.

As a corpse driver, Xu Qing naturally has plenty of yellow paper on him.

Taking out the yellow paper scissors from the map of mountains and rivers, he cut and folded the paper for a while. When the yellow paper in his hand became the shape of paper clothes, Xu Qing blew a breath of Yin energy onto the paper.

The next moment, the yellow paper weighing two taels flew up in the wind, and when it landed on him, it turned into an extremely noble and gorgeous robe.

Xu Qing looked at himself, wearing a white fur coat, jade belt, fur collar and silver boots.

Isn't this just a mink coat?

Xu Qing thought to himself, this is great. If I want to go to the Northeast to be a spirit medium in the future, I will wear this outfit and I will be very impressive!

He reached out and tore off the flashy coat, and the valuable fur coat turned into two taels of yellow paper.

"This piebald horse should be more practical, right?"

Xu Qing manipulated the puppet, using local materials and drawing mountain spring water. He made a pile of mud with the soil from the prince's grave right in front of the grave.

The five-colored horse was made of clay from bones. After preparing the mud, Xu Qing couldn't find any bones, so he simply made use of the waste and used the corpse of Prince Zhao You as the horse bones and wrapped them in the mud.

After about an incense stick of time, a tall clay horse appeared in front of Xu Qing.

The yin energy blew across the horse's face, and the stiff and dull clay horse instantly came alive.

Five-colored hair emerged like clouds and waterfalls.

The colorful horse mane is spread out into colorful threads, which is very dazzling.

What kind of flashy mount is this?
For a new grave in the wild, can't we follow the local customs and connect with the earth?
Xu Qing had just taken off his fur coat worth thousands of gold, and now he really couldn't bear the sight of this top-grade five-colored BMW.

Emperor Longping might be worthy of it, but how could a country zombie like him be worthy of riding such a precious horse?

Xu Qing jumped onto the horse and rode the crown prince. With just a thought, the spotted horse under him raised its four hooves and galloped away.

Climbing mountains and crossing streams is as easy as walking on flat ground.

In just a few breaths, Xu Qing rode this flashy horse around the top of the mountain.

Finally, he concluded with lingering regret that this was not a thousand-mile horse, but a precious horse that could run ten thousand miles.

The only downside is that it's too fancy.

Xu Qing jumped off the horse and put it into the box to collect dust.

It seems that there are quite a lot of rewards for the salvation of the prince's body this time, but when you break it down, only Zi Wei Dou Shu has the most practical value.

Xu Qing stepped on the Seven Star Steps and counted the Ziwei Numbers with his hands to calculate the good and bad luck of returning to Linhe to break through the silver-armored corpse.

The hexagram shows very good signs, with both a rapid rise to prominence and the destiny of an emperor.

(End of this chapter)