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

Chapter 78 Thief
After properly reburying the empty coffin, Xu Qing walked around as if nothing had happened and then returned to the foot of the mountain.

Wang Liang, who had been guarding the carriage, couldn't help but ask:
"Sir, is there anything strange about that grave?"

"Nothing special." Xu Qing said with a hint of disdain, "Perhaps some idle wanderer who knows a little about feng shui and geomancy also took a liking to this precious land and buried the coffin of someone close to him here."

"That gravesite is originally part of the mountains, rivers, wild lakes, and originally had no owner. Since he wants to be buried here with his family, let him do it. If you come to the grave to pay your respects in the future, just focus on your own grave and don't worry about whether he is greedy or not."

Xu Qing wasn't sure whether the Third Prince's men would come to pay tribute in the future.

Right now, the safest way to deal with the situation is for Wang Liang to do nothing and pretend nothing happened.

Otherwise, whether it is moving the tomb of Wang Qiao and his wife, or moving the tomb of the crown prince, it will be suspected of covering one's ears and stealing the bell.

Ultimately, it was because those who handled the prince's funeral were too shameless.

The other party not only took a fancy to the Feng Shui treasure land he chose for the Wang family, but also wanted to get it for free.

After all, the grave of Wang Qiao and his wife is also there. Their relatives come here to burn incense during festivals. When they see that no one is burning in the grave next to them, they feel soft-hearted and have to give some help.

To put it mildly, this is taking advantage of others; to put it more seriously, it is stealing other people's incense and luck.

If you meet someone with a bad temper, not only will they not help you, they might even push your grave over your head!
From this we can see that although the person in charge of this matter has some respect for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, it is not much.

If the Third Prince Zhao Rong had not specifically instructed them, these two people might have thrown Zhao You's body into the mountains and forests to be eaten by wild beasts.

"I'll listen to you, sir." Wang Liang agreed, and then came to the carriage diligently to lead the horse and lead the way for him.

Xu Qing's eyes fell on the young man leading the horse, and his nostrils flared.

Ever since he met Wang Liang on the road, he had smelled the lingering smell of blood on him.

As a zombie, he is extremely sensitive to food ingredients.

That is the sweet taste of human blood.

"Ah Liang, are you really going up the mountain today to pay tribute to your elders?"

Wang Liang's eyelids twitched, but he remained calm and said, "Sir, why do you say that? Today is the anniversary of my parents' death, so naturally I must come and pay my respects."

"Sacrifice day?" Xu Qing said with a half-smile, "I've only heard of the first seven days and the second seven days, but never heard of a ten-day sacrifice."

Funerals are his forte, and no one knows the intricacies of the business better than he does. According to the old tradition, the spirit of the deceased returns home seven days after death, and family members prepare a meal, burn paper, chant sutras, and offer prayers.

This is the first seven days. The specific date should be counted from the day of death of the deceased, and every seven days is a memorial day.

Such as the 27th and 37th days, totaling forty-nine days, the last day is the last seven days.

The day when Wang Qiao and his wife met after their death was exactly ten days away from today. It is not a festival, so why do we need to hold a special memorial ceremony for them?
If Wang Liang had simply said that he missed his parents and therefore wanted to pay his respects, it would have been fine, but the other party insisted on going to such lengths and talking to him about the sacrificial ceremony.

Just talking about his understanding of funerals, Xu Qing could write a book or even an academic treatise on it. How could the other party hide it from him?

Wang Liang's expression changed after hearing this. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "To be honest, sir, I..."

"I just killed someone!"

"Yeah." Xu Qing nodded while sitting in the front room of the carriage, then closed his eyes and began to rest.

"Sir, I mean that I killed someone today." Wang Liang turned around while leading the horse, his little face full of sternness.

Xu Qing opened his eyes and glanced at the country boy who kept repeating himself.

I thought to myself, I’m not deaf, so why should I give you an award?

Wang Liang did not wait for the expected questioning and reprimand from the teacher after the student did something wrong.

Are teachers nowadays so tolerant?
Faced with Xu Qing's dull reaction, Wang Liang felt as if he had a breath stuck in his chest, and he really couldn't help but express it.

"Sir, this is not what I want to do. If the other party hadn't pushed me too far, I would never have done such a thing."

This was the first time that Wang Liang, who had always been steady and silent, took the initiative to talk to someone.

"I killed Zheng Erhu, a local idler. He ran rampant because his uncle was a local lord. Yesterday, that scoundrel came to my house, insisting he wanted to use my house as a wedding room.

My uncle and aunt guaranteed it, saying they would return the land and house to me when I came of age."

"This land and house was left to me by my parents. If it were taken away by someone else, I would be homeless, but I'm afraid that my grandmother and my younger sister would suffer with me."

"My uncle and aunt told Zheng Erhu about this. Who would have thought that the bastard would bring his matchmaker the next day and say he wanted to find a good family for my little sister and me, so that we could become servants in wealthy families."

"Today, Zheng Erhu and his two companions went hunting in the mountains. I was so angry that I killed them all."

"Whoa--" Xu Qing shouted softly, and the horse in front of him stopped obediently by the roadside without him having to pull the reins.

Wang Liang was delighted when he saw this. He quickly turned around and stood obediently in front of the carriage, quietly waiting for the teacher's instructions.

"You" Xu Qing pondered for a moment, his expression somewhat serious.

"After you killed someone, where did you hide their body?"

"what?"

Wang Liang was at a loss and said, "I cut their bodies into pieces and left them in the forest. They must have been eaten by wild beasts by now."

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What a waste of resources.

Xu Qing stared at Wang Liang with a dark gaze, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

"Ah Liang, whether you kill someone or save someone, you don't have to tell me."

Driving the carriage again, Xu Qing shook his head with some regret and said, "Just remember, chivalry is regardless of origin, good and evil are not divided into humans or ghosts. As long as you can hold on to your original heart, you will naturally not feel guilty."

"Students should remember your teacher's teachings."

Wang Liang led the horse all the way to the village entrance.

On the country dirt road, Xu Qing drove the carriage and galloped towards the river.

At the boundary marker of Wanshou Township, Wang Liang bowed deeply and did not turn back until the carriage with smoke and dust in the distance disappeared at the end.

There is a post station ten miles away from Linhe.

According to the regulations of the Yong Dynasty, a post station was set up every ten miles between the official roads of important counties and prefectures.

Therefore, the people of Dayong often called ten miles a shop, which just happened to correspond to the rule that there was only one shop for every ten miles.

The post station is only open to people with official titles. Officials can replace mules and horses for free with official documents, or stay overnight at the post station.

People like Xu Qing, who do not have official status but have certificates of student status, can also pay a certain amount of silver to have the post station provide convenience.

As for other civilians and business travelers, even if they are rich, the post station will not be open to them.

Arriving at the Linhe Posthouse, Xu Qing jumped off the carriage and looked at the chestnut horse in front of him with a smile that had taken him all the way to the exam.

He observed it with his horsemanship and soon came to a conclusion:

This is a good horse. Although it is not as precious as a thousand-mile horse, it can also be considered excellent among ordinary horses.

However, this fine horse now did not look as majestic as when it had just left the brooding shop. Instead, it looked lethargic, as if it had been frequently frightened and harassed by wild beasts.

Simply put, I'm not very energetic.

Xu Qing wondered why he hadn't encountered any scary beasts along the way, so how could he become so mentally ill?

He took a step forward and wanted to reach out and touch the horse's mane, but he sensed a strong sense of fear in the horse.

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Xu Qing silently withdrew his hand. After all this time, the beast turned out to be him?
After leaving the carriage at the post station, Xu Qing traveled light and hurried towards the Shuimen Bridge residence.

At this time, inside the carriage and horse pavilion of the post station.

A gust of wind blew by, and the crepe covering the windows swayed slightly.

Behind the heavy wooden carriage, a nimble cat jumped out from a corner.

It jumped onto the carriage, squatted on the roof, and licked its front paws with its thin, barbed tongue.

When it encountered a black rat stealing horse feed, it swallowed it whole.

After filling its stomach, the black cat jumped into the front room of the carriage and sniffed the lingering scent of powder again.

Then it jumped onto the top of the wall and sat there quietly, staring at the officials coming and going outside the post station with its bright blue eyes.

The black cat's tail swayed back and forth as it hung over the wall until it saw someone driving a carriage towards the river, and then it jumped down.

When it appeared again, the black cat had already landed on the roof of the moving carriage.

The moon is dim and the stars are sparse, and it is late at night and everyone is asleep.

Xu Qing appeared outside the Shuimen Bridge residence.

The two newly planted jujube trees at the door still look the same, but they have sprouted new buds and look a little more lively than before.

After turning over and entering the hospital, Xu Qing let out a cry of surprise before he could even stand firmly.

When did the visitors come to his courtyard?

Xu Qing looked at the trap triggered under the courtyard wall in surprise. Inside, a masked corpse was entangled on the poisonous stinger that was flashing with cold light.

The body was carried out and thrown into the middle of the yard.

Xu Qing patrolled back and forth and discovered many new and interesting things.

For example, the locust tree in the backyard has become a bare pole, with only the trunk left but no crown.

Xu Qing pondered for a moment, and recalled the palm strike on his head by Bai Luo during their battle at Changting Palace.

The locust tree in front of him was the substitute for his posting technique. However, after the tree took Bai Luo's palm, the crown was damaged, but the trunk was still alive, which prevented his posting technique from being completely broken.

Xu Qing pondered for a moment, then took out the rune pen and carving knife and filled in the missing runes on the top of the tree stump where new sprouts had sprouted.

The pile body is static and the main body is dynamic.

Xu Qing still used zombie blood as a medium to carve runes on the locust tree.

Qian represents the head, Kun represents the abdomen, Zhen represents the feet, and Xun represents the thighs.
This time only the dry part was damaged. Xu Qing left a section of the top of the stump empty to serve as the head, and the entire stump became complete again.

In addition to repairing the green plants in the yard, Xu Qing discovered that the door of his east wing had been lifted up along with the bolt when he was inspecting the backyard.

He walked in to take a look.

Alright! Another thief on the beam.

However, before the man could get on the beam, he fell into the pit he had dug behind the threshold.

He also carried the corpse in front of him to the front yard.

In order to avoid missing anything, Xu Qing walked around the house again. Only after confirming that there were no other abnormalities did he re-examine the corpse in front of him.

Only the brokers with whom he did business knew about this private residence, and he had never told anyone else.

The two corpses in black and masks in the yard were obviously not people he knew.

When the face cloth was pulled back, one of them had a beard and a scar on his face; the other had sunken cheeks, like a malnourished skinny monkey.

Xu Qing silently recited the scriptures and turned the pages of the Sutra of Saving People.

These two men were habitual thieves. The skinny one was responsible for sneaking around in the houses, while the bearded one was responsible for cleaning up the mess.

If there was a need to break into a house or pick a lock, the skinny monkey would do it. If the host noticed and came out to catch the thief, the bearded man would use force to intimidate him.

These two people have nicknames in the world. The thin one is called Fang Qianyan and the fat one is called Bai Ri Chuang.

On this day, Fang Qianyan was touching the ground as usual.

He first came to the Watergate Bridge and went from house to house, stuffing paper money for the dead into the cracks of people's doors.

Money from the dead is inherently unlucky. No matter which household sees it, they must clean it out immediately.

After two or three days, when Fang Qianyan came to investigate again, anyone who still had the dead person's money in the crack of the door would be their target.

This period of time happened to be when Xu Qing left Linhe, and his house was empty. The two brothers set their sights on his Feng Shui treasure house.

Fang Qianyan is a thin man. When he was a monk in the temple, he learned the skill of climbing walls.

At this time, he was outside the house, kicking the wall with his toes, and after a few rubs, he jumped onto the top of the wall as if it were flat ground.

"Go around to the front, I'll open the door for you!"

As usual, after saying something to Bai Ri Chuang, Fang Qianyan did a somersault and jumped beautifully into the trap dug by Xu Qing!

The pit was four feet deep and filled with two-foot-long poisonous stingers.

Fang Qianyan howled miserably twice before becoming completely silent.

Outside the courtyard wall, Bai Ri Chuang realized something was wrong and asked inside several times but no one answered.

Bai Ri Chuang was anxious and searched around the house until he saw a thick branch of a locust tree hanging on the outer wall of the backyard.

After thinking it over, he simply grabbed the locust tree branch and climbed up to the top of the wall.

At the bottom of the wall, in several holes made by tree branches, poisonous thorns flashed coldly.

Bai Ri Chuang felt a chill in his heart when he saw this. What kind of good family would dig a hole in their own yard to harm others?
He avoided the pothole and came to the pitch-black backyard.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but as soon as I entered the yard during the day, I felt it was dark and chilly, as if I had entered a well.

He took out a fire starter and blew it for a while when a sudden gust of cold wind blew over and the flames were extinguished instantly!
Bai Ri Chuang swallowed his saliva, cursed, and came to the door of a wing room, thinking of finding an oil lamp for lighting.

He is different from Fang Qianyan. He doesn't do so many fancy things like picking doors and locking them.

Following the principle that great strength makes miracles happen, Bai Ri Chuang gathered all his strength, opened the door directly and threw it aside.

"It's really fucking dark"

Looking at the pitch-black room, Bai Ri Chuang muttered something and stepped over the threshold.

“Plop—ouch!”

There were still two short screams, and then the whole yard fell silent again.

Xu Qing was very happy when he saw this.

After the two corpses that were delivered to the door were liberated, the Sutra of Salvation gave a reward, a low-grade skill with the character "人" (human) called the Gecko Wall-Climbing Skill. After practicing it, people can walk freely on steep walls and rocks as if they were walking on flat ground.

Another one is the lamp lighting method. As long as there are lamps or candles around the caster, this method can be used to control the flickering of the lamps and candles.

The gecko wall-climbing technique is considered a form of physical training, and it has some uses, but this lighting technique...
Xu Qing stood in the yard, pinching his fingers and silently chanting spells.

The next moment, candles lit up in every room.

(End of this chapter)