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

Chapter 150: Paper Man Borrowing the Road, Shining the Treasure Mirror

At the middle of the night, the living people sleep peacefully.

In the coroner's shop, Xu Qing was holding a hammer, an axe, and a chisel, banging non-stop.

After Ling Yangzi's transformation, his gold-faced paper puppets have all turned into the appearance of Chu Ling.

In order to create a complete paper funeral team, Xu Qing took out a gloomy wooden coffin that was unused in the shop.

With the help of his consummate carpentry skills, in a short while, a dark red coffin with thirty-two poles tied to it appeared in front of him.

In funeral ceremonies, the poles used by the coffin-carrying room are called "dragon poles". During the funeral, they can be divided into several levels according to the size of the coffin, such as eight-person poles, sixteen-person poles, thirty-two-person poles, etc.

Xu Qing only got about forty gold-faced paper figurines from Ling Yangzi, which were not enough to form a team of sixty-four people to carry the poles, let alone the maximum team of one hundred and twenty-eight people selected for the funeral of Emperor Longping.

Xu Qing doesn't need such a grand funeral procession right now.

There were one hundred and twenty-eight people, and the outer coffin they carried was as big as a house. Looking around his coroner's shop, there was only one slightly larger coffin.

"Come to think of it, the coffin that Old Hu bought for himself is quite large."

Since when, Xu Qing began to have a special liking for large coffins. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he has no resistance at all.

Just like most men in the world like to ride fine horses, and most women in the world love makeup and needlework, what zombie in the world doesn’t like a spacious coffin?
Xu Qing's aesthetic taste was different from Yong Chao's. He looked at the coffin he used to sleep in and was still not very satisfied.

At this time, the Yong Dynasty already had things like colored glaze and medicinal jade, and medicinal jade was actually glass.

If a panoramic floor-to-ceiling window could be installed on the coffin, the coffin apartment might be even better.

However, different people have different preferences. Some deceased people like wooden coffins, some like stone coffins, and in the past dynasties, there was even an honest official who cast an iron coffin.

At that time, there was a proverb circulating among the people that said that if a "light" official was put into a "heavy" iron coffin, there would be no more honest officials in the world.

Regardless of whether this proverb is true or not, there are no fixed rules when it comes to choosing a coffin.

Hu Baosong, who runs a coffin shop on the street, is now on his last legs. He just takes care of his retirement and enjoys his hard-earned old age, and has no time to take care of his coffin shop.

But Xu Qing is different. He has a lot of time. If he really takes over Old Hu's coffin shop one day...
He would certainly choose to innovate on the original basis and implement the concept of diversified business, such as making stone coffins, iron coffins, or even building a few crystal coffins and displaying them in the shop for the deceased or their families to choose from.

The main feature is that the shop has a complete range of house types, with nothing that customers can't think of. This is what makes it a qualified coffin shop.

How to choose a coffin for the deceased.
In the Yong Dynasty, once a person lived to be over 40 years old, many families would buy funeral supplies in advance to prepare for emergencies.

This may sound absurd, but it is an ancient custom.

Late at night, in the stillness of a deep alley, a thick white mist gushed out, and then a group of tall and thin paper people wearing conical hats, veils on their faces, and white paper quilts on their bodies, carrying a coffin broke through the mist and appeared on the silent and deserted street.

The paper figures landed silently, as if supported by a cold wind and white mist. When the sound of the night watchman striking a gong came from the distant street corner, the team of paper figures carried the coffin and jumped onto the eaves and roofs of the houses lined up on the street as if it were nothing heavy.

The paper figurine funeral procession moved along the roofs of tea shops, limestone shops, clothing shops and other shops as if they were walking on flat ground.

It was not until a cold wind accidentally blew off a thin tile that the night watchman heard the sound and looked up.

The night watchman couldn't help but exclaim when he saw the procession of paper figures carrying a dark red coffin on the rooftops of the houses on the street.

Hearing the sound, the thirty-two paper figures turned around in unison. The white gauze under one of the paper figures' hats was lifted up by the cold wind, revealing a dead-like face.

The key point is that the dead person also had blush on and lipstick on, and there was a hint of yellow, green, and green on his pale face that no one could tell.

If I have to say it, it would be the lifeless tone!

Anyone would be scared if they saw ghosts carrying a coffin late at night.

The night watchman thought to himself that he had been keeping watch all year round, and one day he would finally see a ghost.

I better run! If I hesitate any longer, I'm afraid this paper man will stuff me into the coffin and bury me alive!

In the blink of an eye, the paper figures turned their heads in unison, and the night watchman turned around and ran away, even throwing the clappers and gongs in his hands to the ground.

At dawn the next day, a pale-faced young man who looked a little listless walked out of the coroner's shop.

He looked like a workaholic who had been hanging out in brothels for four or five days without resting day or night, and it seemed that he could fall asleep even if he yawned.

Xu Qing pounded his waist and looked up at Boss Cheng who was pouring water out from the door across the street.

Seeing him like this, the latter teased him, "Hey, what's wrong with Xu Xiucai? Did you study too hard with the young lady at night?"

As soon as Cheng Caiyun finished speaking, Sun Erniang appeared at the door of the shop.

"Xu Qing, the fried fish tasted great yesterday. When you come back, bring some back and I'll help you run the store!"

After Xuanyu possessed Sun Erniang, he would call him by his name in front of outsiders.

Xu Qing was not surprised and nodded in agreement.

After Xuan Yu finished talking about frying the fish, he turned around and looked at Cheng Caiyun who was teasing Xu Qing.

The cat didn't understand the hidden secrets in the widow's words. She said seriously, "Xu Qing didn't study last night. He was busy in the house all night. Maybe he was tired."

Cheng Caiyun's old face turned red, and she wondered how this girl dared to say anything.

Even the widow felt embarrassed when she heard this. She spat inwardly and didn't dare to say anything. She turned around and went back to her shop.

Xu Qing looked at Xuan Yu silently, not knowing what to say for a moment.

“Remember to bring fried fish!”

The one who responded to Xu Qing was Xuan Yu's crisp voice.

After leaving the coroner's shop, Xu Qing walked towards Flower and Bird Street while looking back and forth with the Tongyin Treasure Mirror.

When he was in the shop, he looked in the mirror at Jin Luan, and a golden evil aura appeared on the mirror. In addition to reflecting the evil aura, there was also a burning sensation on the mirror.

That is the embodiment of the Golden Rooster's ultimate strength and yang.

As for the other ordinary chickens in the chicken coop, they were ordinary and no strange phenomena appeared.

Huang Xiaoliu, the messenger from the hall, often went out to gather information, and before he had time to take a photo, the only one left was Xuanyu.

However, considering the previous experience when he opened his Yin pupil and made Xuan Yu angry, Xu Qing did not choose to use the mirror to look at Xuan Yu this time.

What if the cat gets angry and runs away from home? Who will chat with him and help him look after the shop?
Just like that, Xu Qing took the treasure mirror, turned around and walked into the funeral clothing shop on the funeral street.

"Shopkeeper Yao, let me take a look at the funeral clothes."

While Xu Qing was chatting with Manager Yao, he was looking back and forth at the funeral clothes rack.

"The craftsmanship on this batch of burial clothes that Shopkeeper Yao bought isn't very good. Look, there are still loose threads on them. The most taboo thing about making burial clothes is loose threads. The things that happened during one's life are like these loose threads, lingering in one's mind. Even after death, it's hard to let go of them."

Shopkeeper Yao shook his head and said, "That's true, but there's nothing we can do about it. Business is tough these days. There used to be a good tailor who could make funeral clothes, but it's a pity..."

Xu Qing knew who the other party was talking about, the embroiderer's father, the old tailor who was famous for his meticulousness.

"Nowadays, it's not easy to buy good funeral clothes at the original price."

Xu Qing has been in the death business for so long that he naturally knows the problems involved.

"It's really hard to explain. Some tailors think that it's useless to wear something so nice after a person dies. If you spend the same amount of money buying clothes for a living person, you wouldn't be so perfunctory when buying burial clothes for a dead person."

"Will the dead rise and say that the clothes you made did not fit?"

Upon hearing this, Shopkeeper Yao sighed, "The paper figurines in my shop are not as good as those made by Old Wu. The incense and candles used to be pretty good, but recently Boss Cheng seems to have found a good source of incense and candles. Now, my old brother only has the funeral clothing business to make a living." "To be honest, I'm planning to transfer this funeral clothing shop. I'll sell it to anyone who wants to buy it."

Shopkeeper Yao was extremely helpless: "Everyone thinks our street is unlucky. If I don't sell this shop and switch to other business, I'm afraid no one will come here. If you open a restaurant, who will come here to eat? If you open a clinic, are you trying to treat illnesses or to facilitate funerals? What's the matter? You tell people that it's okay if the illness can't be cured, and you can just walk around and find a funeral shop."

As Xu Qing listened to Shopkeeper Yao's complaints, he turned the treasure mirror in his hand over, which happened to reflect the shopkeeper's figure.

In the mirror, there was nothing unusual about Manager Yao except that his forehead was a little dark.

After leaving the funeral clothing shop, Xu Qing turned around and walked into the coffin shop on the street.

"Old Hu, I'm here to see you!"

Hu Baosong, who was drinking tea, raised his eyebrows and spat out the tea leaves stuck in his teeth.

"Look at me?" Hu Baosong curled his lips and said, "Who would have nothing better to do so early in the morning than to look at an old man?"

Although Hu Baosong looked unhappy, he still nodded to the side and asked Xu Qing to sit down and talk.

"Why don't you see Senior Sister Yizhen?"

Hu Baosong raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you looking at me or her?"

"She's making breakfast in the kitchen. If you haven't eaten yet..." Hu Baosong paused and said with a smile, "I'll give you two taels of silver. You can go to Zuichunlou and have a good meal. You won't have to say that I, an old man, don't care about my younger generation."

Xu Qing was speechless. This old man
The two chatted for a while, and Xu Qing took out the Tongyin Treasure Mirror at the right time and said calmly, "Old Hu, I found a funerary artifact at the Flower and Bird Market yesterday. Do you think it's valuable?"

As he spoke, Xu Qing turned the mirror and reflected Hu Baosong.

"What kind of dirty stuff is this?"

On the mirror, behind the real human figure, a fox shadow appeared, and the human and demonic auras rose almost at the same time.

However, the aura emanating from the mirror was extremely faint, even less than the effect that Xu Qingzhao cast on Manager Yao.

"Fengqi, things from the dead. Who knows where the seller dug it up. I don't know where it came from, but it's quite interesting."

Xu Qing's words were half true and half false. Hu Baosong was knowledgeable and experienced. He frowned and thought about it, and actually remembered something.

"I heard that there is a treasured mirror in the Tianshi Mansion that has been passed down from generation to generation. Not only can that mirror illuminate demons and ghosts, but it is also a magic tool used by the Tianshi Dao to find the successors of previous generations of Tianshi."

"Look at the back of the mirror to see if there's the name of the First Heavenly Master."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qing turned over the treasure mirror and found that there were indeed words on it, but they were not his Taoist name, but the two words "Zhao You".

Hu Baosong was extremely surprised: "You really found a treasure, kid. I thought the Taoist priests took a liking to you and deliberately let you get the heirloom treasure mirror."

"Now it seems that this mirror is something left behind by a great master in the past."

While the two were talking, Taoist Master Yizhen came in from the kitchen in the backyard carrying hot meals.

Xu Qing subconsciously turned the treasure mirror over, and the next moment the shadow of a big white fox appeared on the mirror, and in front of the shadow was the otherworldly face of Taoist Master Yizhen.

Fox girl? I need to take a closer look at this.

Xu Qing took a look and turned the mirror over again.

But this time, he saw Taoist Master Yizhen narrowing his eyes and looking at him coldly.

Xu Qing quietly put away the treasure mirror as if nothing had happened. He greeted Yizhen, who looked a little relieved and invited him to have dinner with him.

The food cooked by the fox girl was indeed tempting, but Xu Qing was not used to eating food cooked by living people.

After walking out of the coffin shop, Xu Qing sighed silently.

If you want to eat without restrictions, you have to wait at least until the corpse is buried.

Thinking about raising and refining the golden armored corpse and evolving it into a hidden corpse, Xu Qing kept walking and rushed all the way to Flower and Bird Street.

When they arrived at Mr. Feng's house, Xu Qing asked the servants inside and found out that Mr. Feng had taken the people from the escort company to the port to pick up the goods.

"How long will it take for the Second Master to come back?"

"I don't know about that. I think we'll have to wait until after noon."

Xu Qing had no choice but to turn around and walk back.

In the flower and bird market, there were people selling cats and birds, as well as antiques and calligraphy and paintings. When Xu Qing had nothing to do, he would take the treasure mirror and take pictures of the birds and cats.

Occasionally I would take pictures of the vendors.

After a period of trial and error, Xu Qing gradually figured out some tricks.

For example, if a person is in good spirits, the figure in the mirror will have a red glow on the forehead, while those who are unlucky will have a dark forehead.

While taking photos, Xu Qing discovered something interesting.

This mirror can even tell the authenticity of antique calligraphy and paintings!

Fake porcelain and fake bowls will not show any changes in the mirror, but some genuine Ming Dynasty antiques will have phantoms like wood grain spreading on the mirror surface. The more circles there are, the older the item is.

However, when Xu Qing pointed the mirror at himself, the smooth new mirror surface fell into darkness again.

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After strolling around the Flower and Bird Market for a while, Xu Qing saw that it was still early, so he turned around and went to the Shuimen Bridge Villa, intending to plant the corpse that had been liberated yesterday in the fields first.

I climbed over the back wall into the courtyard and heard the sound of a loom running in the west wing.

Xu Qing passed by and took a look. He saw that the loom was not stepped on by anyone, but it was creaking and shaking there. On the windowsill not far away, a female ghost was leaning on the windowsill, talking to a pot of blooming red spider lilies.

The red spider lily is a famous ghost flower that blooms on the road to the underworld. However, the red spider lily that people call is different from the one here in Xu Qing.

The seeds of his red spider lily were obtained when he was performing the Sutra of Salvation to liberate the dead. It is a spiritual plant that can truly increase the spiritual power of ghosts.

Xu Qing was wondering how bored this female ghost must be to be chatting with a pot of flowers.

As he got closer, he heard the embroiderer say, "When will you bloom? I'm almost dying of greed."

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It's not easy to describe being extremely greedy in such a fresh and refined way.

Xu Qing glanced at the loom running autonomously, then looked at the embroiderer, and remained silent for a long time.

Ghosts can control objects, and can also use the objects they were obsessed with during their lifetime as magical tools and refine them.

Most of the magical instruments controlled by ghosts are either ropes or various kinds of weapons, most of which have killing properties.

But the ghost he raised was so good that it refined the loom in the house into its own magic weapon.

What serious ghost would carry a loom when fighting?
The embroiderer was quite proud. When she saw Xu Qing coming, she pulled him to the loom, like a big white goose with its head held high and chest puffed out. She said that it took her a long time to tame this unruly loom and let it weave on its own.

Xu Qing felt the Yin energy flowing on the loom in a certain pattern, and thought that it was a good thing that the people at the Corpse Mill didn't know that ghosts could weave cloth.

This is not a fierce ghost, it is clearly a money-making machine that does not know how to get tired and does not even have to worry about food.

Xu Qing suddenly asked, "Embroiderer, can you make funeral clothes and shoes?"

(End of this chapter)