Longevity: Starting from Kaiyizhuang

Chapter 9 No Money

South of Jingzhou City, Changsheng Yizhuang.

It was noon, and the quiet room in the charity cemetery was very simple, with a big word "Tao" hanging on the wall.

Under the word "Tao" there was a cushion. Zhang Chu sat cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed, his five hearts facing the sky, and his face was as pale as frost.

Looking closely, I discovered that "frosty complexion" was not an adjective, but rather that there was actually a layer of frost on his face.

In the hot summer, the area within a few meters around him felt like a cold winter.

"Whoo~"

"when!"

Zhang Chu opened his eyes and spit out a white arrow from his mouth, which hit the wall and a small hole appeared directly.

Things turned out pretty much as he expected, except for the three black zombies unearthed that day, the remaining seven were all black zombies.

When the black zombies were unearthed, Zhang Chu was eager to improve his strength. In just four days, he absorbed the corpse qi of ten black zombies.

So much so that his magic power seed grew four roots and took root in his dantian.

He took crooked paths and his magic power increased rapidly, which brought him great dangers.

Even in the hot summer, it still feels like winter. Only at noon can you feel a little warmth.

Just now he was using his magic power, which was so evil that frost appeared on his body.

If it hadn't been noon, he would have turned into a zombie.

"It seems that the problem of the technique has reached the point where it must be solved!"

Zhang Chu frowned and said to himself, "If I don't solve the problem of the incompleteness of the technique, I'm afraid I won't be able to reach the early stage of the Condensation Realm and I'll become a zombie."

However, although he has some strength, he is just a small shrimp in the zombie world.

Maoshan is so powerful, how could he possibly obtain the complete method?

He has a weird face and a corpse-like aura. I'm afraid he will be killed as soon as he appeared in front of the Maoshan disciples!
"Is God going to destroy me?"

Zhang Chu felt annoyed.

Now, the only way for him to continue to improve his strength is to find a way to solve his own problems.

Especially when I thought about what happened tonight, I felt even more upset.

Looking at the sunshine outside, he walked out and lay down on a specially made lounge chair, feeling the scorching sunshine and feeling refreshed.

"Master,"

While Zhang Chu was lazily basking in the sun, Old Liu came over in a gown and said, "The government sent two bodies here. They seem to be from the martial arts world. We want to put them in the charity cemetery."

"Human?"

Zhang Chu sat up immediately and said, "Take me to see it!"

As for the issue of storing corpses in the charity cemetery, Zhang Chu has his own rules.

For ordinary corpses, Lao Liu and the others can deal with them themselves.

Only the bodies of people who died suddenly or martial artists need to be reported to Zhang Chu.

After all, Zhang Chu still needs to refine corpses? The best materials for refining corpses are the corpses of people who died suddenly or people in the underworld.

The former has a lot of resentment in his heart, while the latter has abundant energy and blood, both are excellent materials.

Following Zhang Chu, feeling the cool breeze, Lao Liu's face was full of enjoyment: it would be great if I could stay with the Taoist priest forever.

In this era, there was no air conditioning or anything like that, and the charity cemetery could not purchase ice to cool him down.

Zhang Chu was covered with coldness. Isn't staying by his side the best way to cool down?
"Meet Captain Wu!"

As soon as I walked into the morgue, I saw the captain of the prefectural government, Wu Hei, who was placing the corpse on the morgue bed with several of his men.

"I've met the Taoist priest!"

Hearing the voice and feeling the slight chill, Captain Wu was startled. He quickly turned around and said with a folded hand, "It's just a small matter. You are still willing to receive me. It's my fault!"

"Captain, you are joking. How can Changsheng not welcome Captain Wu in person?"

Zhang Chu smiled, turned to Lao Liu and said, "Lao Liu, clean up the body!"

"You have all worked hard for the people of Jingzhou. There is nothing to entertain you in the charity cemetery. We can only offer tea to show our gratitude."

Seeing the sweat on Captain Wu and several other yamen runners' brows, Zhang Chu said to Wu Hei, "Captain Wu, please!"

"Thank you for the hospitality, Taoist Priest!"

Wu Hei didn't hesitate and followed Zhang Chu directly into the guest room.

"Master,"

Wu Hei drank the black plum soup brought by Qing Feng Ming Yue, "Those two bodies are most likely the result of a feud between the martial arts world. Let's put them in the charity cemetery for a few days. If no one claims them, the Taoist priest can deal with them on his own!"

"I understand!"

Zhang Chu nodded.

The two chatted for a while in the guest room, and then Wuhei said goodbye.

Zhang Chu also quickly stood up and saw him off to the gate of the charity cemetery.

"Master, please stay!" Wu Hei bowed, "I'm leaving now!"

"Aconitum,"

About a hundred meters away from the charity cemetery, a yamen runner said to Wu Hei, "Are we going back like this?"

When I came here, I was thinking of getting something for free.

"How else can I respond?"

Wuhei's face darkened, and he looked at Xiaowu who was still unconvinced, and pretended to hit him, "Do you want to die here?"

"If you weren't my nephew, I would have fired you long ago to save you from bringing death to our brothers!"

Xiaowu was speechless for a moment. He didn't understand why his uncle was so angry.

Seeing that Xiaowu hadn't reacted yet, Wuhei kicked him and kicked Xiaowu far away.

Wuhei was really disappointed with his nephew, as he thought his nephew had no vision at all.

It is common for people in the martial arts world to draw their swords and fight each other over a disagreement.

After he became the head of the police, he avoided the affairs in the martial arts world whenever possible and refused to get involved.

The two men sent to the charity cemetery today seemed to have died in a feud between gangs. If you get involved, you will probably get into a lot of trouble.

That's why he sent the body to the charity cemetery.

However, what he did not expect was that the blind Taoist priest in Yizhuang was actually a Taoist master who was immune to cold and heat.

And my nephew is still thinking of taking advantage of that master, which is simply courting death.

When he was drinking tea just now, he was very scared and kept smiling, for fear that Zhang Chu would think he brought trouble to the charity cemetery.

He didn't feel relieved until Zhang Chu said that the charity cemetery was a business and did not reject the corpses of martial artists.

Unexpectedly, just after he walked out, his nephew actually wanted to beat Qiu Feng of Yizhuang. How could he not be angry?
"Wutou, don't be angry, Xiaowu just has no experience!"

Several yamen runners quickly grabbed the angry Wu Hei, fearing that he would get hurt.

After all, Xiaowu is still Wuhei's nephew. They watched Xiaowu getting beaten but did not step forward to stop the fight. When Xiaowu's anger subsided, they would be in trouble.

An older yamen runner explained to Xiao Wu, "It's extremely hot right now. Haven't you noticed that it's getting a little cold since the Taoist priest came?"

"Have you ever seen anyone in the martial arts world who can do this?"

"How can we afford to offend such a person?"

It is easy to offend ordinary people in the martial arts world, let alone a peerless master like Zhang Chu?

After hearing this explanation, Xiaowu finally understood.

"What are you still standing for?"

Wuhei looked at Xiaowu with a look of disappointment, "Why don't you leave quickly?"

Zhang Chu, who was in the morgue, naturally had no idea that such a thing would happen after Captain Wu left. He just felt that Captain Wu was quite easy to talk to.

"The body was so badly mutilated that even the head was missing!"

After checking and putting the body into the coffin, Zhang Chu felt a little regretful, "Otherwise, we would have two excellent corpse refining materials!"

Now that the body has been delivered, we must not waste it and must make the best use of it.

"Even if I can't refine corpses,"

Looking at the bodies of the two martial artists, Zhang Chu touched his chin and said, "After three to five days, if no one claims them, burying them in a Yin gathering place can also enhance the Yin energy."

After cleaning up the corpse, Zhang Chu sat on the recliner, looking extremely happy.

He didn't know when he started to like basking in the sun. Feeling the warmth of the sun, he fell asleep in a daze.

"Master, it's time to eat!"

Hearing the voice, Zhang Chu opened his eyes, looked at the afterglow of the setting sun, and stood up. "Have you found Qingfeng Mingyue's literacy teacher?"

"Nope,"

Hearing this, Old Liu had a bitter look on his face. “When the teachers heard that we were going to teach at the charity cemetery, they all refused to come!”

"There are still quite a few old students. It's enough if they can recognize words!"

Zhang Chu gave a suggestion, "At worst, you can just give more money!"

"Master, there is no money in the account!"

After hearing this, Lao Liu's face became even more bitter.

"No money?"

Zhang Chu was surprised, but he quickly reacted.

He has been here for nearly three months. He has been building a funeral home, making coffins, and buying books, but has not made any income. It is not easy for him to survive until now with the little gold he brought with him.

"I will solve it!"

Hearing Lao Liu's worry, Zhang Chu comforted him, "Don't worry!"

(End of this chapter)