If I add money to become a layman, I can cultivate immortality

Chapter 139 The scholar obsessed with cultivating immortality

500 years ago.

The devil is rampant, the people are in dire straits, and the world is in ruins.

Master Liansheng, a generation of eminent monks, teamed up with several brothers to fight with a female devil who called herself "Evil Princess" in order to resolve the world's crisis.

Unexpectedly, Liansheng fell into the evil concubine's scheme.

Xie Ji pretended to be defeated and shouted angrily at Liansheng: "Smelly monk, out of all living beings, how many can you save?"

Liansheng replied: "I remember that it is not easy for you to cultivate, so I have the intention to help you do good and benefit the common people."

Xie Ji pretended to be disbelieving: "Are you so kind? Okay, just dig out your heart and show it to me, and I will believe you."

In the end, Liansheng actually believed it and replied: "What guarantee do you have?"

Xie Ji replied: "As long as you dig out your heart to prove it, I promise not to harm anyone again for 500 years."

"it is good!"

Master Liansheng agreed.

Then, regardless of the dissuasion of several senior brothers, he really dug out his heart.

Unexpectedly, he fell into Xie Ji's trick.

Xie Ji snatched Lian Xin's heart into her hands and laughed wildly: "Now that my demonic ways are united, let's see who else in the world can conquer me. Among the monks, you are the stupidest..."

Fortunately, an expert from the Buddhist world in the West took action to subdue Xie Ji, and said: "The number of days, the number of days, Liansheng, you will enter the mortal world again, and suffer the suffering of reincarnation for generations, and finally achieve enlightenment..."

In a blink of an eye, 500 years later.

Taishan Town, Liao Mansion.

The Liao family is a well-known squire family in Taishan Town. Their ancestors have produced two Jinshi and several successful candidates, which can be said to be a profound foundation.

Unfortunately, the population has never been very prosperous. When it came to the generation of the current head of the family, Liao Chuan, there was only one child, his precious son Liao Zhen.

Liao Chuan pinned all his hopes on his son, hoping that his son would be able to honor his ancestors. Not to mention being a Jinshi in high school, he could also be a candidate at least, right?

It's a pity that although Liao Zhen is very talented, he is obsessed with cultivating immortals and has no intention of fame. He spends all day at home studying alchemy, flying to the sky and the earth... and so on.

Many quacks and sorcerers came to the door one after another, fell in love with him, and defrauded him of a lot of money.

Despite this, Liao Zhen still firmly believes that there must be gods in the world, and is still keen on studying the way to immortality.

On this day, I don't know who was deceived, and I was practicing the so-called elixir at home, and the result...

"boom!"

Dan Furnace exploded.

"Master!"

"Master..."

"Quick, go and inform the master..."

The servants in the mansion were in a mess, some stepped forward to check the young master's injury, and some hurriedly ran to inform the master.

"My son..."

Mrs. Liao rushed to the back garden first. Seeing her son's clothes torn to pieces and his body charred, she couldn't help but let out a cry of grief. Then her vision went dark and she fainted on the spot.

"Madame, madam..."

The servants were in chaos again.

After that, Liao Chuan invited three doctors one after another. Mrs. Liao was able to revive her, but Liao Zhen remained in a coma. The three doctors were helpless and couldn't save him.

At this time, a maid suddenly remembered someone and said hurriedly: "Master, why don't you invite Mr. Ding to try?"

Liao Chuan's eyes lit up: "Yes, yes, come on, go to someone else... No, Tianguang, go and invite him in person!"

The full name of Tianguang he called was Deng Tianguang. He was the steward of the Liao Mansion and also the cousin of Liao Zhen.

"Yes, Uncle!"

Deng Tianguang responded and quickly ran towards the door.

Mr. Ding is none other than Ding Xiu.

During this time travel, he was a scholar in Taishan Town and was a classmate of Liao Zhen.

Ding Xiu has always been low-key, but his strength does not allow him to be low-key.

Not long after he traveled to this world, one afternoon while walking on the street, he met a team escorting a coffin back to his hometown.

People on the street avoided the scene one after another, firstly for fear of bad luck, and secondly, as a sign of respect for the deceased.

Ding Xiu also walked to the side, glanced at the coffin inadvertently, and frowned.

Because he discovered that the body in the coffin was not really dead, but was in a state of deep shock, that is, suspended animation.

Behind the team was a carriage, and in the carriage sat a woman in her thirties, dressed in plain clothes, crying sadly. She must be the widow of the person in the coffin.

Ding Xiu thought for a moment, then involuntarily stepped forward and stopped the team.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

The man leading the team couldn't help but shouted angrily.

Ding Xiu raised his finger and pointed at the coffin and said: "The person in the coffin is not dead. If he doesn't save him, he will really be dead."

As soon as these words came out, the stone was shocked.

"You...you...what did you say?" The man thought he heard wrongly.

Ding Xiu said loudly again: "The person in the coffin is not dead!"

This time, even the woman sitting in the carriage heard it. She couldn't help being stunned for a while, and then jumped out of the carriage hurriedly.

"Madam, slow down..." The maid hurriedly stepped forward to help.

The woman hurriedly walked up to Ding Xiu and asked in a trembling voice: "I wonder how this young master can conclude that my husband-in-law is not dead?"

She and her husband had always been in love, and this time she traveled away from home with her husband. Unexpectedly, her husband died in a foreign land, which made her heartbroken.

Unexpectedly, on the way back home, someone suddenly said that her husband was not dead. Naturally, she couldn't believe it, but there was still a glimmer of hope in her heart.

Ding Xiu didn't explain too much and replied: "It doesn't matter how you determine it. As long as you open the coffin and examine it, you will know that what I said is true."

"Madam, you must not!" Someone urged: "The young master died suddenly. The three doctors we invited have confirmed it. Opening the coffin halfway is very unlucky..."

"Yes, madam, think twice!"

Others also persuaded.

Indeed, the customs in most places prohibit opening the coffin halfway.

Everyone was talking so much that the woman didn't know what to do. She glanced at Ding Xiu helplessly, as if she wanted to confirm again.

When those people had finished talking, Ding Xiu asked slowly: "What you said all makes sense, but the premise is that the person in the coffin is indeed dead. But now, the person in the coffin is obviously not dead, so you refuse Opening the coffin is murder!"

After saying this, everyone couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Although they didn't believe that the person in the coffin was still alive, seeing that Ding Xiu was so sure, wouldn't it appear that they were guilty if they objected?

"Okay..." In the end, it was the woman who made the decision: "Open the coffin!"

At this time, many people had already gathered on the street, and they all looked at this strange scene curiously.

At the woman's insistence, someone in the team finally stepped forward and lifted the lid of the coffin.

"Master..."

The woman couldn't help but lay beside the coffin and sobbed.

Ding Xiu also stepped forward and said, "Okay, let's carry the person out first."

"This……"

Several men glanced at the woman with embarrassed expressions.

"Bring it out."

"Yes, ma'am!"

Several men bravely carried the man out of the coffin.

Lying in the coffin was a man in his early thirties. His face was a bit dark and his eyes were closed. He did not look like a living person.

"Sir, my husband-in-law...is he really...still alive?" The woman asked Ding Xiu again in a trembling voice with tears in her eyes.

Ding Xiu nodded with a smile: "Of course!"

While speaking, he squatted down and felt the pulse of the "dead corpse", and then made a move that shocked everyone.

"boom!"

Ding Xiu suddenly raised his palm and slapped the "dead corpse" on the chest.

Before people could recover, a strange scene appeared.

The "dead body" bounced suddenly like a lightning strike, then opened its mouth and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm with a "pop" sound.

Then someone saw clearly that there was a fruit core stuck in the bloody phlegm, which should be the core from the preserved fruit.

"Cough cough cough..."

What's even more amazing is that the "dead corpse" even coughed violently, which scared some timid people to back away, and some even screamed: "Damn it, I'm pretending to be a corpse..."

However, a doctor in the crowd saw some clues and said to himself in surprise: "I understand, this person faked his death after suffocation..."

Although this sentence is an afterthought, it still explains the reason.

This person indeed faked his death and was in a state of deep shock.

In ancient times, limited to various conditions, once a person had no breathing or heartbeat, it was judged as death, which is what people often say is out of breath or dying.

However, through the accumulation of medical science in later generations, even if there is no heartbeat, the person is not necessarily really dead, it may be suspended animation.

Therefore, determining whether a person is truly dead depends on whether he or she is brain dead.

Of course, Ding Xiu did not start from these angles. He just glanced at the coffin accidentally and did not sense the aura that a dead person should have.

After scanning with his spiritual sense, it was clear that this person still had some vitality left.

In this case, it means that there is still salvation. For him, this is just a simple effort, so he stepped forward to stop the team.

"Mister, Mr. Mr...."

The woman finally came to her senses and rushed to her husband, calling out in surprise and excitement.

"Cough cough cough..." The man was still coughing.

After a while, he finally regained his breath, looked around with a confused expression, and murmured: "Madam, what's going on?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the crowd exploded into excitement.

"Oh my God, I really came back to life!"

"Amazing……"

"Eh? Isn't that the scholar in our town?"

"Yes, how could he come back to life?"

"It's incredible..."

No matter how people talk about it or how they can't believe it, the facts are in front of us. It was originally a funeral, but it turned into a happy event bizarrely.

When the couple came to their senses and wanted to thank their benefactor, Ding Xiu had already left the scene at some point.

But after this incident, Ding Xiu could no longer keep a low profile. People in the whole town were talking about him, and some even came to his door to ask for his help in treating illnesses.

In desperation, Ding Xiu went out for a while and waited until the heat was almost over before returning.

However, Liao Zhen decided that Ding Xiu was not a simple person, so he went to see Ding Xiu when he had something to do, or asked Ding Xiu to visit his home.

Now that Liao Zhen was in a coma, it didn't work to invite the most famous doctor in the town. Liao Chuan could only place his hope on Ding Xiu, hoping that a miracle would happen again.

Not long after, Ding Xiu came to Liao Mansion.

Liao Chuan hurriedly stepped forward to greet him and said, "Master Ding, please work hard..."

After exchanging polite words, Ding Xiu, Liao Chuan and others walked into Liao Zhen's room.

As soon as he entered the room, Ding Xiu felt a little unkindly happy.

However, seeing him happy, Liao Chuan and others breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master Ding, is Zhen'er okay?" Liao Chuan couldn't help but ask.

Ding Xiu smiled and said: "It's not a big problem, it's just a shock, and there are some skin injuries."

Upon hearing this, Liao Chuan was overjoyed, and he repeatedly raised his hands and said, "Then Mr. Laoding can rejuvenate himself and save the dog."

"It's a small matter, Mr. Liao doesn't need to be polite."

Sure enough, as soon as Ding Xiu took action, Liao Zhen came to his senses not long after.

As soon as he woke up, this guy grabbed Ding Xiu's hand with excitement and said, "Brother Ding, I almost succeeded, if not..."

As a result, before he could finish his words, he received a slap on the head.

Liao Chuan gritted his teeth and said, "You brat, do you want to piss me off to death?"

"Dad, why did you hit me on the head again..." Liao Zhen raised his hand and rubbed it with dissatisfaction.

"Okay, Brother Liao, you have a good rest first, and we'll talk to you later if you have anything to say. I'm going back first."

Later, Ding Xiu declined Liao Chuan's offer to stay and reward him, and left.

The next morning, Liao Zhen looked for Ding Xiu impatiently. Seeing how alive he was, how could he have thought that he had been blown unconscious yesterday?
This is actually due to his special life experience.

In fact, Liao Zhen is the reincarnation of Master Liansheng 500 years ago.

Of course, no one except Ding Xiu, including Liao Zhen himself, knew about this matter.

If it weren't for this special life experience and the protection of some mysterious power, he would have died long ago like he did from time to time.

For example, if the alchemy furnace exploded yesterday, ordinary people would almost certainly die.

Even if he was lucky enough to survive, he didn't know how long he would have to lie down to recover, but this kid became lively again after just one night.

As soon as they met, Liao Zhen said excitedly: "Brother Ding, the method that Master Wu taught me really works. I almost succeeded in making alchemy yesterday..."

Ding Xiu was speechless: "The furnace has exploded. Are you telling me that it almost succeeded?"

"Ahem!" Liao Cheng coughed dryly and said seriously: "That's because the workmanship of the alchemy furnace is a little poor. I'm going to find someone to make a stronger one."

Ding Xiu: "..."

"Brother Ding, let me tell you, don't believe it, there really are gods in this world."

Ding Xiu smiled: "Have you seen it with your own eyes?"

"It's meaningless for you to say that. It's like everyone knows that there is Mount Tai in this world, but how many people have seen Mount Tai with their own eyes?"

Having said this, Ding Xiu was really speechless.

After all, what Liao Zhen said does make sense.

People say seeing is believing, but is what the eyes see necessarily true?
Not really.

Besides, if seeing is believing in everything, then books are useless.

"In short, Brother Ding, I firmly believe that there are gods in this world. Although I have not seen it with my own eyes, Taoist Wu has seen it with his own eyes."

"Really? Then if you have time, why don't you introduce that Taoist priest to me?"

Upon hearing this, Liao Zhen looked happy and said: "Okay, if Brother Ding is interested, why don't we go now."

"walk!"

Hearing that Liao Zhen praised the Taoist priest so much, Ding Xiu wanted to see whether the Taoist priest was a real master or a charlatan.

According to Liao Zhen, the Taoist priest was practicing in the mountains about ten miles west of the town.

Along the way, Liao Zhen kept chattering: "Brother Ding, I heard that Taoist Master Na Wen is over 200 years old. Even if he is not an immortal, he can at least be regarded as a semi-immortal..."

"awesome!"

Ding Xiu said perfunctorily.

Half immortal?I'm afraid he is almost a magician.

……

(End of this chapter)