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

Chapter 350 Do you still want your senior sister?

Under the big peach tree, the fortune teller Bai Qiuyu was chatting away with Daoist Yizhen, while occasionally the Qingqiu fox would cast a gossipy glance at Xu Qing.

Xu Qing, who was chatting idly with the abbot of Jingxu Temple, didn't care. That's the downside of these fortune tellers; they like to ask about everything.

"Do you think I've never been to the Yin River? That place is overrun by demons and monsters. There's not a trace of pure energy, not even a wisp of the essence of the sun and moon. It's no exaggeration to call it a forbidden area for cultivators like us. How come you describe it as a peaceful and serene place?"

The abbot of Jingxu Temple, a man no bigger than the palm of a hand, stood on the table, yet he still managed to display a disdainful expression:

“When I went to the Yin River in my early years, you were probably not even born yet. At that time, not only was there the Ghost King guarding the gate of the Yin River, but there were also many dead souls who could not be reincarnated wandering inside. How could it suddenly become calm?”

Xu Qing blinked and said, "The abbot is talking about the Ghost King Duo'e? That's all ancient history! The Ghost King's Mausoleum is now just an empty tomb. There's still a Ghost King's stele outside, but as for the other wandering spirits, they've all disappeared long ago!"

"Is that so? But I remember that behind those spirits there was..."

Abbot Jingxu suddenly stopped talking.

Xu Qing raised an eyebrow and pressed, "What is it? In Tianjin, it's customary to only say half of what you mean. If you only fly halfway through your ascension to heaven, you'll fall back down!"

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That's such a hurtful thing to say!
The abbess of Jingxu Temple's face darkened; she had never heard of such a vicious rule in Tianjin.

"This is not something you should be asking. Behind those spirits stands a terrestrial Nuo Immortal, whose cultivation is no less than mine in my prime."

At this moment, there was a desolate ancient road along the Yin River.

The Venerable Fuluan, dressed in a floral robe, his face covered with a Nuo mask, and carrying a sword box on his back, is deep in thought.

Before him lay the desolate Ghost King's Tomb, not even a single corpse remained; even the coffins that held the remains had been stolen.

Looking at the Wangling Palace, which was like a bandit's den, completely looted, Master Fuluan felt somewhat displeased.

Without a second thought, he could tell that the tomb had been robbed, and by a vicious thief at that!
The stolen secondhand coffin, funerary objects, and corpses of all sizes inside did not concern Master Fuluan. The only thing he cared about was the severed finger of Yama, the King of Hell, which he had given to the Ghost King Duo'e!
You can say that digging up graves is one thing, but how come you even steal corpses?
Is this something a human can do?
Master Fuluan's gaze fell on the nearly five-zhang-high stone tablet in front of the tomb.

Judging from the appearance of the stone tablet, it was obviously erected only a few years ago.

Grave robbery and exhumation, yet they erect a new monument for the deceased—even the well-informed Master Fuluan was baffled.

After pondering in vain, the spirit medium took out a peach wood pen, squatted in front of the stone tablet, held the pen with his spirit writing hands, and then rolled his eyes to reveal a pair of pupils that were moving wildly from side to side.

At this moment, Master Fuluan had one eye completely black and one eye completely white. The black eye had a white iris, and the white eye had a black iris!

As the black and white pupils, resembling chess pieces, collided erratically, the peach wood pen in the hands of the Venerable Fuluan also moved unconsciously.

Master Fu Luan is a Nuo Immortal, but few people know that before he entered the Daoist path, he made his fortune through the art of Fu Luan divination.

The art of spirit writing originated from the "divine invocation" during the reign of the First Emperor of the Han Dynasty. After passing through many dynasties, it became associated with the aura of the divine birds, and was renamed "spirit writing".

This method originated from ancient divination using tortoise shells and yarrow stalks, and is collectively known as the art of prophecy and apocryphal texts.

Master Fu Luan used this method to avoid countless disasters, and also relied on it to obtain the Nuo Immortal inheritance.

After entering the Taoist path, he studied ancient books, extracted the essence of ancient divination methods, and integrated the past and present, eventually creating a divine divination method that can be described as extraordinary.

The Venerable Fuluan used the soil from the Yinhe Graveyard as a sand table, and the peach wood pen in his hand as a descending brush. His hands swayed irregularly, like eyeballs jumping around in their sockets, and finally created an abstract pattern.

Although the pattern on the ground was extremely rough, the spirit medium could still vaguely discern the result of the divination.

That was Zhao Rong, the last emperor who was assassinated several years ago and died in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

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The spirit medium frowned and began to practice spirit writing again.

This time, however, what appeared before them was the imposing figure of a ghost king standing tall like a gate tower.

The Venerable Master Fuluan's brain, which had never malfunctioned in hundreds of years, experienced a brief moment of malfunction.

The Demon King of Doe killed himself and, incidentally, wiped out the tomb where he was staying.
It's really weird!
For the first time, the Venerable Fulan questioned the divine power of the spirit tablet that he was so proud of.

"Could it be that the secrets of the Yin River are not revealed, which is why the divination results are erroneous?"

"That must be it!"

In any case, Master Fuluan would never think that the problem was on his side.

"Never mind, it's just a loss of one piece, it won't affect the overall situation."

Master Fuluan chuckled lightly, appearing nonchalant and serene.

A moment later, a wisp of ethereal mist appeared over the desolate burial mound.

The figure of Master Fuluan emerged from the mist, but the scene of the Eight Banners marshals leading their soldiers to greet him, as he had imagined, was not there.

Looking at the desolate mass grave, where not a single corpse could be found, Master Fuluan fell silent.

However, his mindset remained unchanged.

"The Eight Banners Marshal was a general from the previous dynasty. The Great Yong Dynasty had fallen, and the nation's fortunes had declined. He had lost his means of survival, so it was understandable that he was defeated by the Yin Shi Fa Wang."

The only thing that displeased Master Fuluan was that the remains of the Eight Banners Marshal were also stolen by that despicable thief!

"It doesn't matter. As long as the Eight Banners Marshal dies at the hands of the Yin Shi Fa Wang, the severed finger of the Yama Emperor will most likely fall into the hands of the Fa Wang."

Master Fuluan chuckled softly, still confident and composed.

However, when the Venerable Fuluan left the cemetery and arrived at the residence of the Yinshi Dharma King, he found that it had been looted even more thoroughly than the cemetery of the Eight Banners Marshal!

He couldn't even see the corpse of a single Gu worm cultivated by Yin Shi Po Nuo!
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The smile on Master Fuluan's face vanished completely, and beneath the Nuo mask, flames seemed to rise in his eyes.

"Incomprehensible!"

"Extremely shameless!"

"It's just too much!"

"I don't care if you're a Mountain Moving Taoist or a Ridge Unloading Warrior, you'd better not let me find you, otherwise..."

Fu Luan Shangren felt extremely frustrated. He had been plotting for many years, hoping to use these pawns to overturn the Ghost Laws, open the gates to the underworld, and seize the opportunity to ascend to the upper realm.

But all his hard work and planning was ruined by someone in such a muddled way!
Are you desperate for money?
A person capable of eliminating the three giants at the entrance to the Yin River could hardly be someone who lacks money!
But this one master looted everything from the three tombs.

Have you never seen anything good before or what?

Even if we take a step back and assume that the coffin is stolen, it's still secondhand. Would you be able to live in it or what?

Master Fuluan had never felt so frustrated in his life.

What a bastard!

"How is the path of a wicked person any different from that of an enemy?"

Master Fuluan's eyes turned red, and he immediately reached out and slapped the sword box behind him. The next moment, a Nuo sword made of copper coins flew out of the box.

The Nuo Immortal Sword, composed of 365 copper coins and subtly corresponding to the number of the Great Heavenly Cycle, pointed into the sky and instantly tore open the Yin River passage. When the light and shadow changed and the Fuluan Master reappeared, he had already arrived above the Baisha River in Tianjin.

At this moment, the Spiritual Master had forgotten about the two spirit writing divinations in the Yin River. He flashed into the river, found a sandbar or islet where he could paint, took out a peach wood brush, stood in mid-air, and his eyes trembled wildly.

He practiced divination remotely, with the sandy beach beneath him covering several miles in radius, serving as his divination board for asking questions and drawing lots.

The illusory image of the spirit writing brush danced like a phoenix, and soon a line of hastily written characters appeared on the sandbar.

It said on it—

"Don't pry into the secrets of heaven!"

Hmm? This is the first time in all these years of divination and spirit writing that Master Fu Luan has unlocked such a divine message.

"Oh, no!"

While the monk was in a daze, he suddenly felt a tightness in his scalp. It was as if an invisible hand was pulling his hair, and each hair stood up like a needle, like a hedgehog.

Master Fuluan looked up in alarm. Thunderclouds, imbued with boundless divine power, were surging in from all directions, their layers crackling with electric arcs. These thunderclouds seemed to have been building up for years, all for this moment to fulfill Tianjin's business targets.

The thunderclouds lasted for about half an hour, during which countless figures dressed in theatrical costumes and colorful robes appeared and disappeared in the sky above the Baisha River. When the last bolt of lightning struck, the lonely riverbank where the Fuluan Master used for divination had vanished.

On the surging river, only a charred and cracked Nuo opera mask drifts with the current.

Meanwhile, at the Jinmen Wharf, a middle-aged man in tattered clothes with a dark complexion had just climbed onto the riverbank.

At this moment, a member of the body retrieval team who was passing by shouted:
"Quick! Someone's jumping into the water!"

"Tell me, how do you live your life? There's an old saying that life and death are not a big deal. Even if you encounter the most difficult things or the worst luck, is God going to kill you or make you die?"

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"I was just in the mood, I wasn't going to dive!"

"Interest? No interest whatsoever! Swimming isn't allowed here."

Jingxia Street, coffin shop.

Xu Qing, who was chatting with the abbot of Jingxu Temple, suddenly looked up towards the port.

"This heavenly thunder"

The abbess of Jingxu Temple, who was standing to the side, also felt that the person looked familiar. Wasn't this the same person who had brought about the lightning disasters by her two previous haphazard divinations?
However, the power of this lightning calamity was clearly stronger than the punishment she received for peeking into the heavens the previous two times!
As the sounds of thunderbolts continued to strike, and familiar fluctuations of magical power emanated from afar, the Abbot of Jingxu Temple asked suspiciously:

"This aura undoubtedly belongs to that Nuo Immortal. What did he do to cause such a commotion?"

At the same time, the abbot of Jingxu Temple also gained a profound understanding of the local superstitions in Tianjin.

She had barely mentioned the name of that Nuo Immortal when he was struck by lightning.

Words become law faster than that!
Under the peach tree, Bai Qiuyu, noticing the unusual situation at the dock, subconsciously turned her gaze to the abbot of Jingxu Temple.

Perhaps it was a telepathic connection, but the old woman's gaze also turned to Bai Qiuyu at this moment.

The old man and the young man stared at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move and start calculating.

However, having learned their lesson several times, neither of them was willing to take the lead in the end.

Xu Qing didn't care. Xiantang had eyes and ears everywhere in Tianjin, and he would find out about any news sooner or later.

What he was most concerned about at this time was visiting old friends.

Seeing that nothing serious had happened at the coffin shop, Xu Qing found an excuse to leave.

"My disciple, you... sigh!"

Looking at his disciple, whose spirit and energy were clearly different from before, Abbot Jingxu hesitated to speak.

The teachings and guidance were an immense favor; how could the Five Elders Temple ever repay it?
Master Yizhen seemed to have discerned Abbot Jingxu's thoughts. She lowered her eyes and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"I originally thought that to form a connection for cultivation in this world was nothing short of a fool's dream, but I never expected that the path of fate would be right before my eyes."

On the street below the well, Xu Qing had just stepped out of his shop when a fox spirit from Qingqiu, dressed in a robe with a Bagua (eight trigrams) and flowing clouds, chased after him.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, please slow down!"

"Something wrong?" Xu Qing turned around in confusion.

"Hey, it's nothing serious." Bai Qiuyu's eyes darted around.

"I have something to do. If you don't have anything else, I'll be leaving now."

"Hey! It's not like there's nothing wrong at all. Let's chat for a bit!"

"Let's chat for a while then."

Bai Qiuyu's eyes darted around, and she asked, "Are you and Fellow Daoist Yizhen really just ordinary senior and junior siblings?"

Xu Qing narrowed his eyes and interrupted:

"Get to the point, stop with the nonsense!"

Bai Qiuyu subtly pursed her lips, then put on a charming smile and unconsciously gave Xu Qing a flirtatious wink.

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"Do you have an eye problem? If so, go to the clinic for treatment!"

Bai Qiuyu withdrew the bewitching powers inherent in the Nine-Tailed Fox, looking at the clueless man before her with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance.

In what way is she inferior to Master Yizhen?

"Fellow Daoist Xu."

Taking a deep breath, Bai Qiuyu decided to stop pretending and asked directly, "I heard from Fellow Daoist Yizhen that Fellow Daoist Xu visited the Tushan Ruins and gathered up the complete Tushan Collection for her. Is this true?"

Xu Qing raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "That is indeed the case. That inheritance is from the same lineage as my senior sister's, and it is of no use to me. If it weren't for my senior sister, even if I went to the Tushanji Ruins, I wouldn't waste my energy collecting those inheritances."

Xu Qing's meaning was clear: this is something passed down from our ancestors, so don't even think about it.

Bai Qiuyu seemed not to understand his implied meaning. When the Qingqiu fox girl heard that the inheritance of Tushanji had indeed been discovered by Xu Qing, her eyes lit up.

She looked intently at Xu Qing, her chest heaving with excitement, and said, "I would like to invite Fellow Daoist Xu to visit the Qingqiu Ruins. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Xu would be willing to accept?"

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Xu Qing was stunned for a moment, then frowned and asked, "Why do you want me to go to your family's ancestral graves?"

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Now it was Bai Qiuyu's turn to fall silent.

As expected, Fellow Daoist Xu did indeed rob the ancestral tomb of Daoist Yizhen.

Bai Qiuyu coughed lightly, somewhat guilty, and said, "It's a ruin, not entirely an ancestral tomb. There are also legacies preserved in my Qingqiu ruins, but it's heavily guarded, and even I can't fully explore it."

"If Fellow Daoist Xu was able to circumvent the restrictions of the Tushanji Ruins and obtain the complete inheritance of Tushan, he can likely also circumvent the restrictions of Qingqiu and obtain the complete inheritance of the Qingqiu Fox Clan."

Xu Qing finally understood: this fortune teller wanted to use him to dig up his family's ancestral graves!

Have you asked the elders in your clan about this matter you're considering?

Bai Qiuyu's expectant gaze suddenly dimmed: "Qingqiu has become a thing of the past. Like Fellow Daoist Yizhen, where do I have any close elders to rely on?"

Xu Qing was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "It's not that I can't help you with this, but we have no other connection besides being creditor and debtor. If you want me to look at the feng shui of your ancestral graves, you'll have to give me something in return."

Bai Qiuyu's face lit up with joy, and she said, "I can tell fortunes!"

Xu Qing glanced at the female fortune teller in front of him. Who doesn't know how to tell fortunes? Besides, he didn't have anything he wanted to have divined right now.

"Then I still have some savings."

Bai Qiuyu took out his money pouch, poured it into his hand, and found a small piece of silver and a few copper coins.

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Xu Qing finally realized that something was wrong.

"You didn't save up this much money in the past ten years, did you?"

It should be noted that Bai Qiuyu owed his master forty-five taels of silver when he erected a cenotaph for him.

Money is hard to earn.

Bai Qiuyu's face turned red, and she was somewhat embarrassed.

After hesitating for a moment, she suddenly changed the subject:

"Fellow Daoist Xu, do you still want your senior sister?"

(End of this chapter)