deceitful cultivator

Chapter 253 What the hell is this?
Ren Qing carefully inspected the body several times until he was sure that the death was strange and not man-made, then he closed the coffin lid.

The family members didn't dare to have any opinions, and waited with trepidation.

The coffin elder glanced at Ren Qing. Because his energy was getting weaker and weaker, he couldn't help but lie down on the chair and close his eyes to rest.

He didn't pay much attention to the weirdness, after all, his life span was almost exhausted.

Ren Qing walked up to the family members and asked, "Why did the deceased die?"

The family members looked at each other for a long time, and a middle-aged man explained: "Wang Shoubao works as a helper in Furong Building on weekdays. Something was wrong when he came home that day. As a result..."

"Oh, the circumstances of his death are unclear. He must have angered some big boss."

The big master is not referring to the monks on Morning Street, but the name that some people use for weirdness. They are obviously respectful and afraid.

However, Ren Qing noticed that the Furong Building mentioned by the other party was exactly where the gold-selling place of Morning Street was located, and it was the only flower building on Morning Street.

Apart from that, what other casinos, boxing rings, butcher shops are there in Gold Sales Land?

They eat people there without spitting out their bones. If they don't have some cultivation skills, they may not even be able to survive, but they may end up directly in the vendor's meat pot.

After hearing this, the old coffin man became uncharacteristically solemn and his expression became extremely solemn.

After the family left with the coffin, he quickly reminded: "Don't get close to the gold sales place, even I don't know what monk is behind it."

Ren Qing frowned, Yuan Si must have gone to Furong Tower.

He can vaguely feel Yuan Si now, although it doesn't look like he has been physically injured, but his location is fixed in the Furong Building, is it impossible to escape?
Ren Qing glanced at the sky. Furong Tower usually opened in the afternoon. Even if he wanted to go to investigate, he would have to wait for a while.

He couldn't help but ask for information about Qingyan Town. Naturally, the coffin elder would not avoid talking and described the situation in the town based on his memory.

Qingyan Town is barely stable, and the government maintains the most basic order.

There are many areas similar to Morning Street, and there is even a farm on the outskirts of the town. It is said that there are twelve kinds of strange things.

However, Mr. Coffin has been blocked in Chenjie for decades. There must have been earth-shaking changes outside, and the information may not be useful.

The coffin elder kindly reminded: "If you leave Chenjie, be sure not to be discovered by anyone who knows the weird names, otherwise you may be in danger."

"Thank you, Mr. Coffin, I understand."

Ren Qing nodded.

Seeing that Chenjie couldn't stay any longer, he might as well leave during the chaos and find a safe place to run the fairy market while staying in seclusion to extend his life.

When more and more people die from infant foxes, there will always be monks who try to climb over the wall. That will be the best opportunity.

He has no interest in getting involved in the intrigues between various forces. There is no benefit at all.

Ren Qing planned to confirm Yuan Si's life and death before making preparations.

A monk with Yuan Si's heart is rare in the waning moon layer, and if he looks for a tool man like him, he will have no goal for a while.

The only thing that worries Ren Qing is that Furong Tower may be related to Yinghu.

Even if the strangeness fails to come completely, it still has the strength of the Yin difference realm, and the body can even reach the Yang Shen realm, which should not be underestimated.

If it involves too much, then he can only temporarily return to the Crescent Layer to avoid its edge.

Ren Qing thought secretly in his heart, but his hands and feet did not stop. He piled up the coffins along the wall.

Seeing this, the coffin man's expression was slightly relaxed. After he died in the future, there would be at least one coffin maker in Chenjie who could maintain his final dignity.

"That's it for today. People are really tired when they get old..."

The coffin elder's pupils were filled with bloodshot eyes and his face was pale. It was obvious that his longevity was about to run out.

He waved his hand to signal Ren Qing to go out, while still chattering endlessly, like an old man arranging funeral arrangements.

Ren Qing helped the coffin man up.

This time the coffin elder did not stop him and walked slowly to the side room of the back room.

Ren Qing chuckled and said, "By the way, Mr. Coffin, seeing that you've been looking bad recently, I prepared some drinks to replenish your health."

"liquor?"

The coffin boss thought he had heard it wrong, but he asked several times before he was sure.

Chenjie's resources are so scarce, let alone drinks, even fresh food is extremely rare, and only old food can be obtained from the outside world.

"Ren Qing, how is it possible..."

Before the old words about the coffin were finished, Ren Qing came from nowhere carrying an earthen altar, and he could clearly hear the sound of liquid sloshing inside.

"The wine I brewed with Coffin Laoqian's remaining grain tastes average."

Seeing that the coffin elder still didn't believe it, Ren Qing simply opened the wine jar.

The faint aroma of wine filled the air, and the taste slowly wafted in the wind.

The coffin master showed extraordinary agility, and with a few moves, he completely closed the doors and windows of the shop to prevent the aroma of the wine from dissipating.

Then he came to the wine jar again, bent over and got intoxicated by the aroma of the wine.

The old coffin man couldn't wait to put some wine into his mouth with his fingers. After endless aftertaste, the expression on his face became incredible.

He thought it was probably mixed with the smell of alcohol, but he didn't expect it to leave a fragrance on his lips and teeth, and the pores all over his body could not help but open up.

Ren Qing looked at the old coffin's appearance, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

He mixed some muddy water into the peach blossom wine in advance. In fact, the taste can only be said to be unsatisfactory, far from being a fine wine.

However, the life-extending effect of peach blossom wine still exists.

The coffin elder took a few sips straight away, and an inexplicable heat surged into his heart.

I don't know if it was his imagination, but the originally withered body seemed to be experiencing the rain after a long drought, and there was a thin layer of sweat all over his body.

The sleepiness that could not be dispelled in his body was also suppressed, as if he had been completely reborn.

The coffin elder carefully recalled the nourishment of peach blossom wine on his body. By the time he came to consciousness, Ren Qing was no longer in Sanmu Alley.

He immediately discovered that there were more than a dozen jars of wine stacked behind the shop door.

For Ren Qing, peach blossom wine is not too precious. After all, the spring can continuously gush out, and there is a certain limit on the amount of drinking.

The most special thing about peach blossom wine is not that it prolongs life, but that even if you digest the wine in a melting pot of flesh and blood, you will still get drunk.

As a result, if Ren Qing wants to stay sober, he must not drink too much every day.

He reciprocated the favor with the coffin elder. The techniques he taught could save at least several months, not to mention the information about Qingyan Town.

It's just that the effect of peach blossom wine on extending life is not obvious, and at most it can temporarily sustain life.

Ren Qing considered dragging Old Coffin into the Fairy City before leaving. Having a Nascent Soul in charge would be of great benefit to the expansion.

He walked through the streets, and under the blazing sun above his head, he soon arrived at the place where gold was sold.

It can be clearly felt that the flow of people has become sparse, but the proportion of monks in the foundation building period is increasing.

Ren Qing used the Nether Celestial Insect Technique to maintain the foundation building period, and with the reduction in his presence, he suddenly became somewhat inconspicuous.

Morning Street is not spacious to begin with, but Furong Building is a rare three-story building with red lanterns hanging from the eaves, so it is very obvious.

In fact, the overall building is not big, and the appearance is even relatively old, but it still shows its unique prosperity on Morning Street.

Not long after the Furong Building opened, a scantily clad oiran stood at the door to solicit business, and many people went in without pushing him.

Ren Qing couldn't help but look at the oiran.

Although the oiran's figure shows that she is a graceful woman, her appearance is extremely exaggerated.

He really couldn't understand the aesthetics of Jingzhou people. What was so attractive about a woman with an insect-like face?

Ren Qing walked to the flower building and stopped. Yuan Si was inside as expected.

He entered the flower house openly, and a strong and strange smell hit his face.

It must be some kind of fat mixed with the scent of flowers, which made Ren Qing vaguely nauseated, but the guests around him were actually immersed in it.

In the center of the lobby is a ten-meter platform with several oirans twisting their bodies.

The appearance of the oiran is not much alienated, but the strange smell is actually exuded from their bodies, which is spit out from the mouth and nose during the breath.

Seeing this, Ren Qing narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but turn his eyes.

"It's interesting. Could it be that he's a puppet?"

In his double-eyed eyes, the Oiran seemed alive, but Niwan Palace had no three souls and seven souls, just like a walking corpse.

However, similar puppets only accounted for a small part, and their function was to emit smells.

It means that there should be a famous monk at least the Golden Core stage behind Furong Tower.

Ren Qing came to Jingzhou to broaden his horizons. He felt that cutting leeks was a great inspiration, far beyond what the Prison Hall could compare with.

He didn't rush to look for Yuan Si. After all, Furong Building had just opened not long ago, and he would wait until it was the busiest to think about it.

Not long after, a sharp male voice sounded, and the hall became silent.

“Sanniang is here~~~~”

Those regular customers couldn't help but swallow, looked at the platform with hot eyes, and called Sanniang's name.

The oiran Yingying Yanyan dances her body, as if to heighten the atmosphere.

Ren Qing stood in the shadow of the lobby, his cultivation in the foundation building period had restrained, and he was wrapped in the illusion of the Immortal in the Mirror.

Those monks in Jingzhou who only cultivate the physical body may not be able to detect him even if they are distracted.

He suspected that Sanniang was the monk behind Furong Tower, and planned to sneak away to Yuan Si's place after the other party took the stage.

But just a few breaths later, Ren Qing's pupils suddenly dilated.

The wall behind the platform squirmed like flesh and blood, and then a gap opened, and a hairless flesh and blood tail stretched out.

The end of the tail is connected to a beautiful woman, especially Sanniang.

Sanniang is like a puppet on strings, her soft and boneless body dancing, and her mouth singing melodious and beautiful songs, which makes people immersed in it.

The guests at Furong Tower didn't notice Sanniang's weirdness at all. They stared at each other with dull eyes and saliva flowed from the corners of their mouths.

But Ren Qing felt a chill running down his spine.

This scene reminded him of a deep-sea fish called monkfish.

Monkfish have lanterns on their heads that attract prey, which they then tear into pieces with their powerful upper and lower jaws.

Ren Qing overturned the idea that behind Furong Tower was a Jindan monk, which could be seen from the terrifying tail.

Definitely some kind of inhuman existence.

He even suspected that the information the coffin master said was very different from the truth. If he had not been in contact with the outside world for decades, he might have changed his mind.

　There's one more chapter, wait a minute
Our place is 41 degrees during the day, and I have some heatstroke at work, which leads to no code words during the day, so it will be late.

　
(End of this chapter)