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

Chapter 322 The Lucky Zombie
A month ago, outside the True Lord's Bone Temple, Ji Lingzhou, along with key members of the Cangyi Gang and Han Renshan, surrounded the mountain peak adjacent to the Yin-Yang Boundary Marker.

Ji Lingzhou looked at his hardworking subordinates, then turned to look at the Heavenly Heart Sect's Holy Master, who was all alone and had no protectors by his side.

"Where are your people from the Heavenly Heart Sect? We agreed to work together and share the contents of the divine treasure equally."

For this matter, Ji spared no expense in transferring the best fighters from various regiments to Yinhe. Surely Lord Han wouldn't expect to get something for nothing?

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Han Renshan looked worried. In the past three years, he had left many rendezvous marks at the Yin River. Logically speaking, his two top envoys should have appeared long ago, but for some reason, they have remained silent.

As time went on, Han Renshan felt increasingly uneasy.

The disappearances of Qiu Yunlong and Sun Faping gave him a sense of déjà vu.

In the years prior, his protectors, Bai Luo, Qing Luo, and Jin Luo, had also vanished without a trace in Tianjin.

The entrance to the Yinhe Ancient Road is located in Tianjin.

Han Renshan always felt that this place was somewhat incompatible with him. He wanted to leave Tianjin more than once and never set foot in this ominous place again, but he had no choice.

He had no way out.

The successive losses of the two envoys and several protectors have severely weakened him. If he does not have subordinates with matching abilities to take over the forces in various states, how can he mobilize his followers who are like a scattered pile of sand?

The only way to break this deadlock is to obtain the divine treasures to help him break through the shackles of heaven and man. Only in this way can he turn the tide and make the Heavenly Heart Sect great again!
Han Renshan took a deep breath and cupped his hands towards Ji Lingzhou, saying, "Brother Ji, guarding the entrance to Guixu won't require too many people. The real danger lies in the divine tomb beneath the Bone Temple. Rest assured, Brother Ji, although my subordinates are too busy to come here, I, Han Renshan, will certainly do my utmost to assist you in obtaining the divine relics and completing our grand plan!"

Ji Lingzhou's heart stirred, and he smiled, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Holy Lord."

Upon entering the Bone Temple, the first thing that catches the eye is the statue of the Exorcist Lord.

With a black beard and bushy stubble, eyes wide open in anger, and a black gauze hat in his mouth, if it weren't for his red robe and black boots, and the official hat on his head, anyone would think that this was not a god, but a demon Rakshasa.

Han Renshan, a former bandit, was far less knowledgeable than Ji Mingzhou. He frowned and asked, "Which evil god is this? Why does it look just like the demon bodhisattva locked up in the ghost temple?"

Ji Lingzhou laughed and said, "This is neither a demon bodhisattva nor an evil god, but a true deity who guides the good and eliminates evil."

"Hasn't Lord Han heard of the title 'Ghost-Catching Celestial Master'?"

Ji Lingzhou walked to the statue, looked up and met its gaze, and said, "The Ghost Catcher's secular surname is Zhong. He is from Zhongnan Mountain. His talent is outstanding, but his appearance is extremely ugly."

"After he topped the list in the imperial examination, he was disliked by the emperor because of his appearance, so he was stripped of his official title and never to be selected again."

"This man was also a man of strong emotions. When he learned that he had studied hard for years and had a lot of ambition, but was stripped of his academic honors simply because of his ugly appearance, he angrily smashed his head against a pillar and died."

"After his death, his soul entered the underworld. The Emperor of Fengdu was moved by his fierce spirit and specially appointed him as the True Lord of Exorcism, bestowing upon him a precious sword to travel between the realms of Yin and Yang to slay demons and evil spirits!"

Ji Lingzhou lit an incense stick for the statue and, after offering his prayers, continued, "Later, ghostly figures haunted the imperial city at night, frightening the king and causing him to fall ill. After that, he would dream of being haunted by evil spirits every night."

"However, just when all the doctors and sorcerers were at a loss, the Demon Exorcist Lord did not hold a grudge and appeared in my dream. He captured the evil spirit with his bare hands and ate its flesh raw, claiming that he had subdued the evil spirit of waste and rid the people of disaster."

The king asked him, "I have treated you so well, why did you still come to my aid?"

When he said the word "朕" (zhen, meaning "I" or "the Emperor"), Ji Lingzhou subconsciously emphasized his tone, as if he were the ruler of a country.

Han Renshan frowned slightly and couldn't help but interrupt, "Then how does the Exorcist True Lord answer?"

"Ha! The Demon Exorcist Lord told me that I am also a human being, and as long as I am a human being, I am no different from ordinary people!"

Ji Lingzhou's expression was inscrutable. He turned to look at the statue of the Exorcist True Lord and said in a soothing tone:

"When the king awoke the next day, he immediately summoned a master painter to draw a picture of the exorcist holding a sword in his dream. The picture was then posted on the palace gate, and the ghosts disappeared."

"Since then, the door gods that every household pastes on their doors during festivals include this demon-exorcising deity."

Han Renshan frowned and said, "Isn't this Bone Temple the place where the Dragon Tiger Mystic Altar True Lord returned to the Void? How is it related to the Exorcist True Lord?"

Ji Lingzhou shook his head and said, "This is not surprising. At the place where the tortoise's head is, there is still a ghost king building a mausoleum. After thousands of years, it is nothing special that a bone temple has appeared on this ancient tomb."

Han Renshan glanced at Ji Lingzhou, his gaze deep and unsettling.

It's okay, then stop talking so much nonsense!

Han Renshan ignored the other party. He squatted down and reached his hand to the ground. A visible wave began to ripple outwards from the Bone Temple.

"Fifty feet underground, there is an empty room, which is very likely the location of the tomb of immortals and gods."

Ji Lingzhou's eyes flickered slightly, and he praised without reservation: "I have long heard that Holy Lord Han has the ability to find dragon veins and sever them. Seeing it today, I can see that his reputation is well-deserved."

Han Renshan glanced at Ji Lingzhou, quite pleased, and said, "This is my specialty. Without such methods of exploring the earth's veins, who could easily obtain the treasures here?"

"Does Lord Han have a way to enter the tomb?"

Han Renshan got up and paced around. After measuring the layout of the Bone Temple, he suddenly looked up at the statue of the Exorcist Lord.

"The tomb passage is located thirty feet below the statue."

Ji Lingzhou was taken aback, and Han Renshan continued, "This statue of the True Lord is rather strange. Its foundation is connected to the earth's veins. If we want to enter the tomb, we might have to destroy this statue first."

"Brother Ji, you respect Him so much, how can you bring yourself to do it?"

Han Renshan, dressed in plain clothes, looked at the noble-looking man in front of him, who was wearing an indigo brocade robe and a silver crown, with a sense of amusement.

Ji Lingzhou chuckled lightly but did not reply. He stepped forward to the statue of the Demon Exorcist True Lord, bowed deeply, then drew his sword from his waist and examined it with his fingers against the candlelight.

At one moment, he suddenly looked up, his gaze chilling, and said, "I, Ji, have the ambition to rule the world. If anyone dares to obstruct me, whether human, god, demon, or ghost, they will all be slain by my sword and become wandering ghosts!"

"Exorcist Lord, I apologize for my offense!"

On that day, the Kugu Station trembled, and the statues that suppressed the earth's veins in the Bone Temple's incense hall completely collapsed.

For the next month, Ji Lingzhou and Han Renshan never left the True Lord's Bone Temple, while only more than ten leaders and envoys of the Cangyi Group remained outside the temple.

The Cangyi Group and the Tianxin Sect have worshipped the Yinshi Dharma King for many years. Apart from the territory of the Eight Banners Marshal, ordinary Yin ghosts in the Yinhe Ancient Road would not easily provoke him.

Nowadays, those left behind by the Cangyi Gang outside the Bone Temple are all martial artists at the Condensation Realm.

These people almost comprised all of Ji Lingzhou's core forces in the Beijing-Tianjin area, demonstrating the high expectations he had for this trip to the Yin River.

"The commander has been inside for almost a month now, why hasn't he come out yet? Could something have happened to him?"

"Wait a little longer. The Holy Master of the Heavenly Heart Sect said that we need to reach the number of seven times seven, which will take at most half a month. If the commander does not show up again, we will seek a way to leave the Yin River."

"Leave the Yin River? Aren't you going down there to find the commander?"

"Looking for the commander? What are the commander's skills compared to yours? Even grandmasters who go in can't come out, and you think you can get in? You're such an idiot! This isn't how you seek death!"

"Then doesn't that mean we have to choose a new commander?" "Shh! The time hasn't come yet, the commander isn't dead yet, don't talk nonsense, if the commander hears you, you'll be in big trouble!"

As the two chieftains were talking, a paper-figure funeral procession suddenly appeared in the distance, heading towards the direction of the Yin-Yang boundary marker.

"Halt! We are the Yin Shi Dharma King traveling among humans. This place is impassable. You may go elsewhere!"

The paper figures ignored him and continued carrying the paper sedan chair up the mountain to the bone temple.

"Hey! You dare to come forward? Make a move!"

Just as the dozen or so leaders and envoys were about to make their move, they saw a sudden gust of cold wind rise beside the paper sedan chair and paper figures, followed by a continuous stream of crimson evil energy rising from the crack in the ground.

Some of the malevolent mists danced around the paper sedan chair, while others hovered around the paper figures. Once the malevolent energy had fully coalesced, dozens of demons with deep red skin and bodies as large as pavilions appeared out of thin air before everyone's eyes.

In addition, dozens of ghosts crawled out of the ground, their skeletal claws much larger than palm-leaf fans.

As everyone watched in horror as a group of evil spirits with bull-hoofed heads, skeletal bodies, and an aura no less powerful than that of a Qi Condensation Martial Artist appeared, they felt terrified.

These leaders and envoys, even in the secular world, would be top-notch martial arts masters, but in the face of hundreds of ferocious generals, they could not muster the slightest desire to resist.

If it were only five or six demon generals, or even ten or so, the people wouldn't be so afraid. But this elite army of ghosts before them was no less formidable than a procession of a hundred ghosts.
They'll use their heads to fight?

The person inside the paper sedan chair paid no attention to the battle outside. The paper figures continued to carry the sedan chair toward the bone temple, their steps always even and without the slightest disorder.

As the screams and cries behind them subsided, the paper figures and palanquins had arrived outside the True Lord's Bone Temple.

As the wind and noise ceased, hundreds of streams of black and red malevolent mist flew and gathered from the pile of corpses at the foot of the mountain, condensing in front of the sedan chair.

The white paper sedan chair curtain was gently lifted, and a fair-skinned young man dressed in a blue collar and white shirt stepped out of the sedan chair.

The young man held a wild flag, and with each wave, the surrounding malevolent mist disappeared into the flag.

Having done all this, the young man stepped into the bone temple, waving behind him as he did so.

The paper figures were trained properly, and once given some pointers, they turned back down the mountain to collect the remains and leave.

The Temple of True Lord's Bones.

Xu Qing entered the incense hall. The statue of the True Lord that originally stood on the altar inside the hall had disappeared, and under the disappeared statue was a bottomless pit!

Even from a distance, Xu Qing could feel the eerie, chilling aura emanating from inside!
Moreover, this energy wasn't blown up; it was drawn into the pit by the malevolent energy within the bone temple.

Xu Qing, with a walnut in hand and a golden rooster behind him, leisurely strolled to the edge of the pit.

On one side of the pit, another person was already standing in front of it, peering down into the pit.

The man had a dark face and a bushy beard, wore a bright red robe, a black gauze hat, and had an ancient sword hanging at his waist.

With one hand behind his back and the other stroking his beard, he seemed to be talking to himself: "This pit is a bit deep. Who would be so foolish as to jump in? Hard to guess, hard to guess."

Suddenly, he looked up at the young man beside him who was also looking down into the pit, and asked, "What, are you thinking of jumping in too?"

Just as the burly man in the red robe looked up to speak, Xu Qing got a full view of him.

What an exceptionally handsome face that must be!

Yes, Qi Jun.

Although the burly man in red robes before him had a dark face, a bushy beard, a leopard-like head, and piercing eyes, Xu Qing could not describe him as ugly at all; on the contrary, he possessed a unique kind of violent beauty.

Like a tiger with claw marks on its face, suddenly turning its head to look back in the deep forest, that feeling is more impactful than any perfect face.

Xu Qing smacked his lips, put one hand behind his back and rubbed his chin with the other, and said, "I don't want to jump down, but I'm a funeral director, and these two are my clients. Business is about integrity. Since I've decided to collect their bodies, I can't just come here for nothing!"

"Collecting bodies?"

The burly man was slightly taken aback, then said in surprise, "Although this pit is deep, it won't kill them. Perhaps there are still opportunities and good fortune inside. When they come out in a few days, they will probably be completely transformed."

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Now it was Xu Qing's turn to be puzzled. He asked curiously, "If there's such a good thing, why did you say this pit is so deep? Who would be so foolish as to jump into it?"

The big man smacked his lips like Xu Qing and answered irrelevantly: "A blessing or a curse. Some people are ugly and disliked by others, and they lose some things, but in retrospect, there are even more wonderful truths waiting for them."

"Some people seem to have received a stroke of good fortune, shedding their old ways and being reborn, but little do they know that blessings have already departed and misfortune is imminent!"

Xu Qing paused, a hand that was playing with walnuts behind his back, and asked, "If I only collect corpses and don't do anything else, am I considered lucky or unlucky?"

The burly man looked at Xu Qing, whose eyes showed no fear or apprehension, only calmness.

It seems they really did come here to collect the body!

"Blessed, extremely blessed!"

The burly man grinned and said:

"Corpses are unclean things. Leaving them out in the wilderness for a long time can easily cause trouble, such as the growth of resentment that makes demons and ghosts appear, or the spread of disease that causes great suffering to the living."

"If you are merely collecting corpses, then you are purifying the demonic atmosphere and averting calamities for the world. How could you not accumulate good fortune?"

Xu Qing clicked his tongue and continued, "So, are these two lucky or unlucky?"

The big man shook his head.

Xu Qing continued, "They are also pitiful people without good fortune. I am a kind-hearted person. If I help them be reborn in a better realm sooner, wouldn't that be helping them end their suffering and accumulating good karma for myself?"

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The burly man in the red robe was speechless. How could he say such a thing with such a calm expression?

"That makes sense. Are you going to wait for them to come out and collect the body, or are you going to jump down and collect it?"

"I'm just giving you a friendly reminder: when they come out, you might not be able to receive them on your own."

Xu Qing blinked, his gaze falling on the red-robed man: "This is the Temple of the Exorcist True Lord. Brother, don't you intend to follow the example of the holy one and join us in eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path?"

"I only slay demons and monsters; I can't take care of the living."

Xu Qing suddenly realized, but the next moment he asked a thought-provoking question: "Then do you think it is better to deal with vicious, ruthless, and bloodthirsty living people, or with virtuous and benevolent demons?"

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The big man fell silent; there was no way to have a conversation now!
(End of this chapter)