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

Chapter 224 The righteous path is one foot high, the evil path is ten feet high

“Embroiderer, I’m going on a long trip soon. You need to keep an eye on the house. If you encounter any problems that you can’t solve, you can go to Guanmen Village in Laotaishan or seek help in Xijingshan.”

The embroiderer, who had been hiding behind the locust tree, hurriedly emerged and asked, "Where are you going, sir?"

"Go to a funeral."

The embroiderer breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this; it turned out to be just a funeral procession.

"is it far?"

"Quyang is about a thousand miles away."

"Did they give you a lot of silver? Sir, you're going to such a far place."

Xu Qing paused, then shook his head and said, "I don't have any money. It's just that I'm a kind-hearted person and can't bear to see corpses exposed to the wind and sun outside, so I want to help them get buried as soon as possible."

The embroiderer looked at Xu Qing, her eyes seemingly shining.

What female ghost could resist a man who is so warm-hearted towards the deceased?
"Sir, you have such a kind heart!"

Kind-hearted? Hearing the familiar praise before her, Xu Qing's mind stirred slightly. She reached out and took out a mirror, handing it to the embroiderer.

The embroiderer, not understanding what was going on, subconsciously took the mirror and looked at herself.

The next moment, the ordinary bronze mirror suddenly spoke in human language:

"Oh dear, poor girl, such a good child, how could she die? It's such a pity!"

The embroiderer was startled and immediately threw the mirror she was holding away!
The mirror flipped in the air, startling not only the embroiderer but also the mirror itself.

"It's going to break! It's going to break! Don't stand there! Reach out and catch it! Catch it securely, but whatever you do, don't let it scrape or bump. If it gets scratched, my life is over."

Xu Qing leaped and caught the mirror that was being thrown out of the courtyard.

"Oh my, what a great philanthropist! A living bodhisattva! You are truly a savior from suffering, a compassionate bodhisattva reincarnated here. With your accumulated virtue and good deeds, you are sure to receive great blessings in the future!"

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Xu Qing frowned slightly. This mirror
He originally thought that the mirror could only reflect dead people and dead things, but he never expected that ghosts would be included in this category as well.

Thinking of the hordes of ghosts gathered in the Ghost King's Tomb, Xu Qing didn't even dare to imagine that if he took this mirror for a stroll along the Yinhe Ancient Road, it would probably strip people naked!
When people say someone has bad intentions, they often say they have a guilty conscience or are up to no good. This shows that most ghosts are hiding something. If you take a mirror and reveal someone else's little secrets, do you think that ghost would be happy?

The problem is that Xu Qing still can't control the mirror's bad behavior. The only solution right now is to cover it up and avoid looking into it if possible.

Otherwise, it might cause him a lot of trouble.

"Aren't you afraid, sir?" The embroiderer looked at the object in Xu Qing's hand, still shaken.

"Afraid? Afraid of what?"

"The mirror in your hand is a monster; it can talk, and it might even bite."

“Embroiderer, you need to work on your courage. You are a ghost, you can’t always be so timid.”

Xu Qing was having a headache. His original intention was to raise a vengeful ghost to guard his home, but now this vengeful ghost didn't seem very reliable no matter how he looked at it.

"How skilled is the embroiderer now?"

"I have nearly a hundred years of cultivation now."

Xu Qing frowned: "Less than a hundred years? Do you know how many years of cultivation the ghosts of the Yin River have?"

"Which of those ghost generals doesn't have a hundred years of cultivation? The ghost king in the Ghost King's Tomb, how many thousand years of cultivation has he had?"

Xu Qing's expression was extremely serious: "The feng shui of this villa is no worse than that of the Ghost King's Tomb. Even in the entire Tianjin area, it is a first-class tomb. You live in such a place, so you should be even more strict with yourself and never slack off."

Afterwards, Xu Qing specifically asked about the embroiderer's experience learning opera from Boss Liu of the Pear Garden Theater.

Xu Qing was extremely worried about ensuring that the female ghost he kept at home would develop morally, intellectually, physically, and aesthetically in an all-round way.

Before leaving the villa, Xu Qing taught the embroiderer the method of controlling the paper figures.

"There are sixteen paper figures of straw spirits here, as well as a paper sedan chair. If you encounter a problem that you cannot solve, go and seek help from the deities of this hall."

At this point, Xu Qing suddenly remembered something and added, "There is a Baosheng Temple on Ziyun Mountain outside the city. The Baosheng Goddess enshrined there is someone I know well, and she is considered my friend. If there is anything extremely urgent, you can go there to burn incense and pray to her."

“Baosheng Niangniang? What kind of temple is this? I’ve never heard of it before.” Xu Qing dodged the question and said, “It’s a temple that Magistrate Chen recently supervised. It’s nothing special. You don’t need to worry about these details. In short, if you have any urgent matters, you can go there to ask for help, and she will surely respond.”

Xu Qing had just finished dealing with matters at the villa when he arrived at Guanmen Village without even touching the ground.

At this time, the Shanjun Temple near Guanmen Village had been transformed into the 'Guanpo Temple'.

The deity enshrined inside was none other than Guan Huapo, the foster mother of Guan Dazhuang and Sun Erzhuang.

On the altar, Granny Guanhua held a bamboo basket filled with colorful silk ribbons in one hand and a shuttle in the other, the fluttering silk threads seeming to possess a spirit.

Even more striking is the two-colored tiger beneath the statue, with golden eyes and black stripes. Although it appears fierce, its eyes reveal compassion.

On the porcelain stool to the right, there sat a guardian boy, holding the King Wen Drum in one hand and the God-driving Whip in the other. He was chubby, cheerful, and very endearing.

On the porcelain stool where the boy sat, there were still tiny characters engraved.

The inscription reads: "The fierce tiger retracts its claws, bringing good fortune; the loving mother guides the way for all living beings."

Xu Qing entered the incense hall and lit an incense stick for Granny Guan.

Guan Dazhuang sensed something and hurriedly rushed to the incense hall, but since there were still worshippers around, it dared not speak out of turn.

Only after Xu Qing finished offering incense and came outside the hall did Guan Dazhuang say with embarrassment, "How dare I let the sect leader burn incense and worship? It's too much for me."

Xu Qing shook his head and said, "I am worshipping Granny Guan, your adoptive mother. What is there for you to do?"

"Dazhuang, I'm just here for a casual look around. You go about your business and don't worry about me."

After closing the gate to Dazhuang, Xu Qing walked around the temple and then went to Guanmen Village to take a look.

Xu Qing had never strayed far from Tianjin. Even when he went to the imperial mausoleum outside Beijing to escape disaster, it wasn't a long journey.

Beijing and Tianjin are adjacent to each other.

But this time was different. Yunmeng Mountain is located in Quyang County, which is a thousand miles away from Tianjin. He had always stayed in Tianjin, but he had never been to such a far place before.

Xu Qing strolled along, visiting Guanmen Village before arriving at Xijing Mountain.

Under the strict management of the Immortal Hall, many crows in Luanshi Mountain have developed spirituality, embarked on the path of cultivation, and become official employees of the Cat Immortal Hall.

Now that the black crow is gone, Xu Qing is the backbone of these little crows.

Leaving Luanshi Mountain, right next to it is Huangtiao Mountain, where Huang Laoxu is located.

Xu Qing and Huang Laoxu hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they should have greeted each other warmly, but when they met, their words were more and more insidious than the other.

"You've been raising so many spirits, how come you still look so healthy? That shouldn't be the case."

The devil is always one step ahead of the saint; Huang Laoxu clearly underestimated Xu Qing's strength.

Looking at Xu Qing, whose energy and spirit were even greater than before, Old Huang had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

It was waiting to outlive this fragile human to death so that it could fulfill its promise ahead of schedule and bring Huang Xiaoliu and the others back to inherit its family business.

But right now, things don't seem to be as easy as they seem.

Xu Qing was equally surprised to see the lively and energetic Old Man Huang. He said, "I never expected Fellow Daoist Huang to be so healthy. If I remember correctly, Fellow Daoist Huang has lived for over a hundred years, which is considered a long life in the immortal world."

Immortals who haven't survived the lightning calamity have a lifespan of at most around a hundred years. Xu Qing came to visit Old Man Huang this time with the intention of comforting the old patient, but he didn't expect that the old fellow was still nimble and had a good appetite.

Xu Qing calmly placed down the few crooked-necked phoenixes and a basket of boiled eggs.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, please take care of your health. I will come to visit you again in a few days."

Huang Laoxu also stood up, cupped his hands in return, and said, "Fellow Daoist Xu, you are too kind. I will definitely come to the city to pay my respects another day. I also hope that you will take good care of yourself."

The two, an old man and a young girl, formed a close friendship across racial boundaries, and they were very polite to each other, demonstrating that genuine friendship transcends age and gender.

"Now that I have visited my old friends, it is time to set off to visit those impolite strangers."

Xu Qing gazed southwest, towards the territory of Quyang County, his speech and demeanor always maintaining the composure expected of a funeral director.

He was always a refined and easygoing zombie.

　The next chapter is difficult to split into smaller parts; I'm working hard to finish it and will update tomorrow at noon! Everyone, get some rest!
　　
　
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