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

Chapter 117 Beggar Monk
"Sir, you misunderstood. I just came back from school. Sister Liu taught me a new play today. I'll sing it for you later."

Xu Qing was walking in front, and the embroiderer was floating beside him. Seeing that he was not looking away, the embroiderer came in front of him again, faced him, and swung backward with her back to him.

The female ghost in front of me had long black hair fluttering like a waterfall, and her white skirt was flying with sleeves. She looked as if she was afraid that others would not know that she was a ghost!

Seeing the ghost girl becoming more and more disrespectful, Xu Qing narrowed his eyes and said without hesitation: "Stretch out your hand!"

The embroiderer didn't understand what was going on until she saw the other party take out a shiny stick.

"A good ghost won't block the way. When walking outside, you should be low-key and act like an ordinary person. Otherwise, good fortune will be gone and disaster will come!"

The embroiderer was now completely at peace and no longer wandered around, but just followed behind obediently.

The female ghost walked silently and Xu Qing couldn't hear any sound for a long time. He turned his head and saw that she was biting her lips shyly, and he didn't know where her thoughts were drifting.

Xu Qing frowned as he watched. Could it be that this female ghost had some special hobby?
After returning to the villa, the embroiderer was as happy as a butterfly. She handed the new shoes to Xu Qing, then went back to the loom room, unfolded the Confucian robe with a blue collar and white lining that she had sewn, and couldn't wait to let him try it on.

"Sir, you are a scholar, so you should wear such elegant clothes."

Looking at the embroiderer in front of him who was carefully helping him to straighten his clothes, Xu Qing wondered if he had caught a gatekeeper ghost or hired a maid?
Shaking his head, Xu Qing took out the flag and inserted it in the yard to absorb the evil spirits. Then he picked up the shovel and started digging a hole.

Even though he was a scholar, he had to bury the body himself.

"Sir, why don't you go to the fields to work yourself? Just let me do the dirty work!"

Xu Qing straightened his back and raised an eyebrow, "Who said this is dirty work? Even the gods enjoy farming, so farming for you and me is also a form of spiritual practice."

The embroiderer blinked her eyes and looked at Xu Qing who was working hard, thinking that other people's crops were not planted with corpses!

After burying a few bodies, Xu Qing saw that the embroiderer had nothing to do, so he said, "Didn't you say you learned a few new operas from Boss Liu and wanted to sing them for me?"

When the embroiderer heard this, she immediately became excited.

"What would you like to hear, sir?"

Xu Qing buried the water engineer's body, patted the top layer of soil and compacted it.

"Just sing what you are best at."

"Then I will sing a butterfly dream for you, sir." The embroiderer cleared her throat, covered her face with her sleeves, and slightly opened her pink lips. With her light figure and ethereal voice, it would be impossible for an ordinary living person to sing to such an effect.

"I will always remember your kindness, I will always think of the quiet Nanshan Mountains, I will miss the rustling of purple bamboos, the moon like a hook, and the light of the stream swaying the house like a boat.

I will miss you, that short night is worth a lifetime, the green mountains and green waters make you and I only remember the fate and not the grudge.

Xu Qing could tell that the other party was speaking with hidden meaning.

Originally, he had gone there to exorcise demons and ghosts, but due to fate, he spared the embroiderer's life.

"Living in the quiet and peaceful Nanhua, accompanied by the green wind and bright moon, it is a perfect time to read and understand the mysteries, let the gurgling stream soothe my nature, let the whispering mountain wind dispel my puzzles, and when I blend into the mountains and rivers, my heart will be at peace."

By the time the bodies were buried, the number of corpses accumulated in the yard had once again approached a hundred, and the quality of the corpses this time was obviously better, and the overall level of evil spirits also rose accordingly.

Xu Qing had a premonition that the fruit of the Changjiang condensed this time might be even more powerful.

At this time, it was Quyang County, 500 miles away from Linhe.

Zhu Huaian was invited by Prince Xuanping and is now staying in the prince's mansion for a rest.

Prince Xuanping and the Changting Palace have never had much friendship, and their interactions are sparse. Logically, they should not be so enthusiastic towards him.

Zhu Huaian was thinking about something when he suddenly heard a familiar voice outside the house.

"Your Highness, haven't you rested yet?"

Zhu Huaian asked the guard to open the door, and a scholar in his fifties walked into the bedroom.

This man was once a counselor to King Changting. In his early years, when King Changting led his troops to fight everywhere, this man acted as a military advisor, giving advice and suggestions.

"We are living under someone else's roof now, like fish on a chopping block. We never know when the knife will fall. How can we sleep peacefully?"

Gongsun Jin frowned and asked, "Your Highness, do you suspect that Prince Xuanping has ulterior motives?"

Zhu Huaian picked up his pen and wrote and drew on the rice paper.

"Regardless of whether you have any ill intentions or not, this is not a place to stay for long. It's best for you and I to leave as soon as possible tomorrow."

"As for Prince Xuanping, you will instruct everyone to not sleep too deeply. Tomorrow at midnight, before dawn, we will set off for the northern border."

Gongsun Jin nodded, then looked at the paper with ink in front of Zhu Huaian.

"When did Your Highness start writing poetry?"

Zhu Huaian laughed and said, "I look like my father, how could I write poetry? This is just a random poem I wrote when I was out wandering with a few close friends."

"Sir, have you ever heard the old emperor's poem 'Flying Snow'? Back then, I was young and naive, so I wrote 'Flying Rain' to mock the poetry collectors. Everyone applauded at the time, but now thinking about it, it's laughable."

Gongsun Jin had some impression of this incident. Emperor Longping wrote countless poems in his life, but only "Flying Snow" had some artistic conception. It was a pity that the finishing touch was not written by Emperor Longping.

The scholar smiled and looked at the poem that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had rewritten.

"Drop by drop,
Two drops, three drops, four or five drops;
One after another, they kept falling.
Finally, the mountains and rivers will be renewed."

Gongsun Jin's eyelids twitched. Even though he was quite old, he couldn't hide his excitement.

Back then, Prince Changting was both virtuous and virtuous, and his army was well-organized. His prestige far surpassed that of Emperor Longping, but the prince just refused to take that crucial step.

Although His Royal Highness the Crown Prince now intends to develop in the northern border, he can only live in a remote corner.

No one knew the exact thoughts of Prince Zhu, but after reading this poem, he completely understood the prince's aspirations.

"Although I am old and my mind is slow, as long as Your Highness has made up his mind, I will lend a helping hand even if it costs me my life."

Zhu Huaian hurriedly helped the other person up. The two looked at each other and were about to speak when they suddenly heard a scream from outside the house.

"There are assassins!"

As soon as the words fell, the powerful sound of stringed instruments echoed throughout the courtyard.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"

Inside the residence, several personal guards pinned Zhu Huaian and the scholar to the ground. The next moment, countless arrows pierced through the window paper, like a violent storm, trying to destroy the entire house.

The sound of fighting outside the yard was deafening, like lightning and thunder.

"Who are you? How dare you attack the Prince's Mansion at night?"

Guard Yao Shan heard the noise outside and said in a deep voice, "It's General Duan!"

"General Duan's martial arts skills are second only to the prince, but he doesn't have the energy to stop these arrows. These people are likely well prepared, and among them there must be a martial arts master who can restrain the old general."

"Your Highness must not hesitate and must quickly seek the Prince's protection."

"We can't go looking for the prince!" Gongsun Jin's face was extremely heavy as he listened to the fighting outside.

"Your Highness, this is the residence of Prince Xuanping after all, but why can't I hear any movement from inside the mansion?"

Zhu Huaian chuckled lightly, as if he had expected it.

"How far are we from Tianjin? They're so impatient. Well, let's proceed as planned. As for the Prince of Xuanping."

"I'll settle the score with him later!"

A moment later, some well-behaved soldiers broke through the defense line and came to the courtyard where Prince Zhu lived.

Before anyone could make a move, two figures suddenly broke through the roof tiles of the west wing, carrying a person and quickly fleeing to the north.

"Chase!"

After about ten breaths, several figures suddenly appeared in the quiet courtyard, carrying one person and fleeing to the west.

"Where to go!"

Several martial arts masters who were hiding in secret places gave chase.

Soon after the courtyard returned to silence, Prince Xuanping finally couldn't help but start washing the floor with his guards.

Not far from the Prince's Mansion, several assassins who were mixed in the team chasing the prince suddenly slowed down and turned into an alley on the side.

Several people took off their bloodstained clothes and walked around to a rented house.

"Zhao Rong will never give up. Your Highness will have to disguise himself and travel light from now on."

"This is truly a desperate measure. Although this method is concealed, it is also extremely dangerous. Your Highness must be extremely careful."

Zhu Huaian nodded and said, "That's it. From now on, don't call me Your Highness."

After saying this, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Wang Liang, where is the thing I asked you to take?"

Wang Liang, who had been following Zhu Huaian, opened the package and found several worn monk robes, alms bowls and other items inside.

Seeing the contents of the package, the gray-haired scholar asked in confusion, "What is this?"

Zhu Huaian took out a razor from his package and said with a determined heart, "My hair and body are given by my parents. Cutting my hair is like cutting my head. You rats would never have thought that I would make such a choice."

"Wang Liang, come and shave my hair!"

"Your Highness." Wang Liang was born in poverty, but the prince in front of him was worth millions of gold, so the young man couldn't help but hesitate.

Zhu Huaian said without question, "A little impatience can ruin a great plan. The journey to the northern border is long and full of obstacles. Do you think I can make it to the northern border alive?"

"Not to mention the many bandits and thieves on the road, even for ordinary people walking such a long distance, it is hard to say whether they can have a smooth journey.

If I were to dress in ordinary clothes, there was a 99% chance that I wouldn't be able to reach the North.

Only by disguising yourself as a poor monk begging for alms can you avoid being missed by anyone. "

Hearing this, Wang Liang no longer hesitated. He drew his sword and first cut off his long hair that was tied up behind his back, and then began to shave Prince Zhu's hair.

Seeing this, the scholar also drew his sword and cut off the things behind him.

Before long, a few poor monks covered in dust appeared in the courtyard.

The old monk was leaning on a crutch, while the fat monk was holding a bowl, his face covered in dirt.

There was also a thin monk carrying pots and pans on his back, looking like a disaster victim fleeing famine.

The old monk Gongsun Jin looked at the two young monks in front of him, but he couldn't see any relationship between them and the prince.

"Master Zhichan, we will set out tomorrow and head north to enlighten the people."

Gongsun Jin, who had changed his appearance as a scholar, thought for a moment and also gave Zhu Huaian and Wang Liang a Buddhist name.

One was called Shiming and the other was called Shijing.

(End of this chapter)