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

Chapter 373 The Miraculous Method of Rejuvenating Youth, Yielding Ten Thousand Jin Per Mu!
Night fell, and the lights flickered in the coroner's shop.

Two foreign corpses, a man and a woman, wrapped tightly in cloth strips as if their feet were bound, were desperately trying to escape!

But before he could run more than a few steps, the shopkeeper, with a sinister grin on his face, grabbed his ankle and dragged him back.

The sound of a cat scratching the floor rang out, and scratch marks appeared on the floor of the mortuary, like the last mournful cry of a pure white lotus flower before it was defiled.

In the corner, a male corpse trembled. He never imagined that as soon as he came back to life, he would arrive in the far east and be hunted by the 'Anubis' of the East.

On the cold bed, another female corpse had lost the courage to resist. She stared at the door in despair, letting the shroud on her body be peeled away layer by layer by her fellow Eastern pharaoh.

At this moment, in Xu Qing's eyes, the mummified corpse, which showed no resemblance to its former self, had become a stunning beauty with a captivating figure and exotic charm.

Upon first encountering foreign culture, the Duren Sutra uttered verses entirely different from those of the Great Yan Kingdom. Xu Qing saw the Jiuli tribe with bronze heads and iron foreheads, eight arms and eight toes; the Western aliens with disheveled hair and wearing headdresses, residing in the Kunlun Continent; and the Quanrong people, the Gan giants, and so on, a thousand faces and a thousand appearances, countless in number.

In the Three Realms and Six Paths, in the vast world, the myriad aspects of human nature compete and flourish. For the first time, Xu Qing saw the Scripture of Salvation from a bird's-eye view, surveying hundreds of thousands of living beings.

Red-haired demons, Rakshasa demons, blue-faced demons, and blood-eating demons—the six realms of reincarnation do not distinguish between countries or regions, nor between countless worlds; they treat all those who need to be reborn equally.

Xu Qing even saw the black man who grew cotton.

Each type of land produces its own kind of life.

At this moment, Xu Qing had a new insight.

The saying goes: firm soil produces strong people, weak soil produces fat people, loess soil produces large people, sandy soil produces fine people, resting soil produces beautiful people, and wasteful soil produces ugly people.
The central position of Da Yan embodies the principle of moderation and harmony, balancing the four directions.

The corpse in front of Xu Qing was a standard Kunlun Continent person, the origin of the Western superhumans.

In ancient times, only high-ranking officials, nobles, or the deceased pharaohs in the West were qualified to enjoy the "art of physical immortality." It was said that anyone who preserved their body in this way would have the opportunity to return to their physical body and be resurrected after death.

Even if they cannot be resurrected, after reincarnation, they can still anchor themselves in Kunlun Continent and be reborn as Westerners.

However, ordinary people in Kunlun Continent do not receive such treatment.

The corpse that Xu Qing was performing the ritual for was, in life, a highly respected Western shaman, a local sage, and a high-level scholar of medicine and reincarnation.

To put it simply, he is actually Xu Qing's colleague, a funeral director who is an expert in human anatomy.

However, the funeral culture of the Mishir Kingdom differs from that of the Great Yan Kingdom. But if we simplify the complex and focus on the essence, they all still follow the basic principle of building tombs and placing the deceased in coffins.

Xu Qing felt that this was probably the difference between local and foreign teachers.

The pages of the "Scripture of Salvation" stopped turning, and the strangers who had traveled thousands of miles to experience Eastern funeral culture revealed a transcendent smile.

Having tasted the sweetness of the delicacy, Xu Qing then dragged the trembling foreign male corpse hiding in the corner onto the cold bed and began to perform a ritual to guide it to the afterlife.

In the dead of night, the foreign corpse on the cold bed once again felt the shock emanating from the mysterious power of the East.

Ancient, profound, vast, indefinable, and unfathomable.
What kind of power is it exactly?
Perhaps only the wise teacher, the pharaoh who sleeps deep within the pyramid, can tell him the answer.

After the two corpses finished their replay, Xu Qing looked at the reward for the person who had helped him.

The corpses were all assessed as being of the lowest grade (地字下品).

The reward is a corpse-wrapping technique and a rejuvenation technique.

The shroud method is the same as the mummification process used in the tombs of pharaohs.

Xu Qing embraced learning from all backgrounds and diligently absorbed the experience of corpse refining from outsiders.

According to foreign secret methods, before preparing a corpse, it must first be wiped clean and placed on a clean altar.

The person who prepares the corpse must use a sharp blade to cut open the abdomen and remove all the internal organs.

Then, a golden hook is used to probe the nasal passages, suck out the marrow and pull out the brain, then the internal cavity is cleansed with fragrant wine, supplemented with exotic medicines and secret ingredients, and then stitched up.

Finally, the body was immersed in an alkaline pool and left to dry for forty days and nights until the torso withered.

If seventy days are sufficient, an immortal body will be formed, and even after a thousand years, the physical form will not decay.

Xu Qing pondered for a moment. This method of corpse making probably wouldn't work in Da Yan. If he wanted to open up overseas markets, he had no other way but to engage in foreign trade and attract foreign customers.

Tsk, another skill that can only gather dust for now.

However, it's always good to have more skills; who knows, maybe foreigners will come to patronize his mortuary shop in the future?
After studying the corpse-making method, Xu Qing turned his attention to the rejuvenation technique.

This technique was extraordinary for him.

This technique can restore the body to its original appearance and make it lifelike, no matter how long the deceased has been dead or what its remains look like.

This is simply the ultimate secret of the art of burial. Who wouldn't want their voice and appearance to remain vivid even after death?
With this technique, he could restore a corpse to its former appearance without the need for makeup.

Xu Qing used whatever was available, turning a wisp of life-giving wind into needles and thread, weaving it back and forth across the mummified corpse in front of the cold bed, eventually forming artificial blood vessels and meridians. When all the threads stretched the shriveled flesh, the mummified corpse began to grow corpse fungus embryos at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After about half a cup of tea's time, Xu Qing reached out and brushed the white-haired corpse covered in moss. A gust of cold wind blew by, and the white hair on the corpse fell like willow catkins.

At the same time, a beautiful corpse appeared on the cold bed.

With three-dimensional facial features, a slender neck, rounded shoulders and arms, and a plump figure, she has a typical exotic appearance.

Especially the dark eyeshadow, it gives you a natural makeup look without any other makeup.

Xu Qing was amazed. This time, the face-changing technique could not only make the deceased look lifelike, but also restore their appearance to its most youthful and radiant state.

"The madam of Youlan Garden has no children, so she bought a membership card from me and wants the funeral parlor to handle her funeral arrangements. This madam always says that she was the number one courtesan in Tianjin when she was young, and even before she entered the profession, she was a beauty in the surrounding area."

Xu Qing recalled his past trips to Changdeng Street with Zhu Huai'an and the Wu brothers.

More than twenty years ago, when he first entered Youlan Garden for inspection, the madam was already in her fifties. Now, she must be at least seventy or eighty years old.

Xu Qing flipped through the funeral register, but the madam's name was not listed.

On the contrary, there are quite a few names for prostitutes who have no children.

Sure enough, these brothels are mostly frequented by people who die of illness or old age, or who are left destitute and alone.

Those who manage to escape unscathed and meet a good man are ultimately only a minority.

The next day, at the first light of dawn.

Surprisingly, there was no rooster crowing at dawn on Jingxia Street; instead, there was an extra hen brooding in front of the stove.

After greeting Xuan Yu, Xu Qing and Black Crow headed towards the capital.

When Guaye heard that Xu Qing wanted to take it to the capital to meet the emperor, it was extremely unwilling. Not to mention that there were powerful dragons guarding the emperor inside and outside the imperial city, the hidden majesty of the human monarch was something that a demon like it could not approach.

"It's just a medium-sized dragon with half of its fortune, not even a great dragon. Lord Gua, there's no need to be afraid. This time, when you and I go to meet the Emperor, we represent the Tianjin Immortal Hall, not the relationship between a ruler and his subjects."

Xu Qing was unwilling to get involved in court affairs. In his eyes, the prosperity of the Great Yan Dynasty over the past century could not save the world.

As long as the great calamity has not subsided and the Dharma corpse has not been eliminated, the entire mortal world will one day be swallowed up by the turbid air, and one Zhu Huai'an cannot save the world from collapse.

Only when pure energy descends, causing demons to flee and impure energy to disappear, can a true golden age be ushered in.

Standing at a high vantage point, Xu Qing's perspective transcended the mundane, allowing him to see further than Zhu Huai'an, who was caught up in the situation.

"Let alone the Dharma Corpse, the hidden dangers of the Yin River Ghost Laws alone are enough to overturn half the world. If we add the ghost realm of human hearts in the mortal world, how can this world possibly be at peace?"

Xu Qing rode the mourning horse, crossing mountains and leaping over rivers, moving at lightning speed.

Although the Chasing Horse had not yet fully comprehended the Golden Light Transcendental Technique, its speed at this moment far exceeded that of ordinary leaping techniques.

When passing through Wanshou County, Xu Qing reined in his horse and slowed down. He looked at the tenant farmers sowing wheat in the fields and thought of his own corn seeds.

"May I ask, sir, whose land is this, and for whom do you cultivate it?" The old man, seeing that Xu Qing's attire was unusual, quickly greeted him and said, "This old man owns no land. This land belongs to the Marquis of Dingyuan. We are all tenant farmers who rent these fertile fields."

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Xu Qing frowned and asked carefully before learning that the 10,000 mu of fertile land was a gift from Emperor Zhu to Wang Liang. However, Wang Liang had not forgotten his original intention and the rent for each mu of land was far lower than that of other families. He only paid 50 jin of coarse grain or 300 wen.

At first glance, this seems to be without problem, but the land owned by the kings and nobles of the world does not all belong to Wang Liang. The rent collected from the land of other people is also five or six tenths of the annual harvest.

If a year of famine occurs and farmers harvest nothing, where will they find the money to pay the rent?
Xu Qing knew that with Zhu Huai'an in power, even in years of famine, taxes and rents could be reduced or waived. But what would happen when Zhu Huai'an was no longer in power and Wang Liang's land was passed down to his descendants?
After leaving Wanshou Township, Xu Qing traveled north. Upon arriving in the capital, he waited for no more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea before seeing the main gate of the imperial city wide open, with the Imperial Guards on the left and right carrying banners and golden maces to clear the way.

At the main gate, a magnificent carriage with crimson wheels and a canopy, surrounded by palace attendants, slowly drove in. It was the imperial carriage that was welcoming Xu Qing into the capital.

Xu Qing frowned as he looked at the grand spectacle.

The black crow stood to one side, its eyes glazed over, too stunned by the sight before it to utter a word.

The passageway at the central gate of the Meridian Gate in the Imperial City has always been reserved for the emperor. The only exceptions are when the emperor's carriage is being welcomed for important ceremonies such as the empress's wedding or when the top three candidates in the palace examination enter the palace to pay homage to the emperor.

As for other officials, even those of the highest rank, the Three Dukes and Nine Ministers, they also had to follow etiquette and enter through the east and west side gates according to their rank.

How come our sect leader, who is neither an empress nor a top scholar, receives such treatment and is allowed to enter through the middle gate?

Black Crow was shocked by far more than just the courtesy shown to the sect leader. It should be known that the imperial city was protected by the dynasty's fortune, which was specifically designed to deter demons and monsters. However, standing next to the sect leader, Black Crow not only did not feel uncomfortable at all, but also felt that the imperial city was its own home, and that it, Black Crow, was like home.
Just like the chief eunuch standing before the emperor!

Xu Qing stepped forward, attempting to bypass the imperial carriage in front of him, but the next moment, an official from the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, carrying an imperial edict and a bestowed talisman, led a nine-tiered ceremonial guard to block his way.

"His Majesty is personally welcoming the Holy Teacher in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Please move your carriage to meet His Majesty."

Xu Qing looked at the official from the Court of Imperial Sacrifices who stepped forward to pay his respects and suddenly understood.

Only the Grand Tutor and Imperial Preceptor are qualified to receive this treatment. If this official were to welcome him into the palace, he would probably be completely clung to by Zhu Huai'an as soon as he arrived at the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

If he didn't want Zhu Huai'an to become wary and affect his plans for continuing the family line, he would have liked to bring Black Crow directly into Zhu Huai'an's bedroom, just as a casual visit.
"I will not accept rewards without merit. I will go on foot. As for His Majesty's entourage, please tell His Majesty that Xu Qing has come on a matter of great importance concerning the safety of the people, not for fame or fortune in the court."

The official in charge of ceremonies dared not be negligent and hurried back and forth, but when he returned, he looked at Xu Qing with an almost pleading gaze.

"His Majesty said that if no one gets on the imperial carriage, I will be stripped of my official rank, and those who came to welcome the Holy Teacher will also be punished for their disrespect towards him."

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Hey! Xu Qing was immediately unhappy.

Asking me and coercing me are two different things.

This chubby kid is really addicted to cheating. He's been using these stupid tricks on him time and time again. Does he think he's as easy to manipulate as the Wu brothers?

"Does His Majesty truly mean that if no one boards the imperial carriage, you will be punished for negligence?"

"Absolutely true!"

"Alright! Crow Master, you come and ride in that precious carriage!"

what?
The crow looked stunned, and the official in charge of ceremonies was equally unable to react.

By the time he came to his senses, Xu Qing had already forcibly pushed Master Gua into the carriage.

"Oh dear! How can this be allowed? Isn't this ridiculous?"

"Who are you calling ridiculous? You don't necessarily think I'm being ridiculous, do you?"

"No, no! How could I dare?"

The official in charge of ceremonies, with a mournful face, turned his head to wave at the honor guard while looking up at the sky and sighing, pondering where he should make a living after retiring and returning to his hometown.

Bitter!

Inside the luxury car, Grandpa Crow was equally at a loss.

Where am I? Why do I need to go to the palace to see the Emperor?
Furthermore, this is hardly an audience with the emperor! The sect leader is clearly forcing a crow onto a shelf.
The black crow had already planned it all out: when the emperor saw it, he would surely give the order to tear it apart limb from limb. Who knew if the sect leader would be able to escape that fate?
Xu Qing was unaware of what Master Gua was thinking. He calmly followed behind the luxury car, acting as if it were none of his business.

Standing before the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Zhu Huai'an looked towards the ceremonial gate with excitement and anticipation.

First, Wang Liang and others witnessed Brother Xu's immortal appearance, and later Sun Mingli saw Brother Xu fly like an immortal god. If such a person could be used by him, how could the Great Yan dynasty not break the thousand-year rule of the dynasty?
However, when the carriage that was supposed to welcome the Holy Master arrived in front of the palace, Zhu Huai'an did not see the Holy Master. Instead, an unfamiliar old man in black was sitting in the carriage.

"Uh, this old man, Xu Ya, greets Your Majesty."

The black crow stepped forward and bowed in greeting.

Xu Ya? Xu what Ya? Who is Xu Ya?
Zhu Huai'an frowned, but Sun Mingli reacted quickly. He beckoned to the official in charge of ceremonies, who leaned over and whispered a few words. Sun Mingli instantly understood the situation.

He took two quick steps and repeated the story to His Majesty. Only then did Zhu Huai'an realize that the old man in black in front of him had come to see the emperor at Xu Qing's behest!
Zhu Huai'an was a very clever man. After a little thought, he figured out that the old man might be a capable minister recommended by Xu Qing. Otherwise, why would the other party let this unknown old man come to see the emperor?

Thinking of this, Zhu Huai'an immediately put on a smile, took two quick steps, and hurriedly helped the black crow up.

"My dear minister, you may dispense with the formalities. May I ask if the Holy Master may have accompanied you?"

Xu Qing, who had been hiding behind the luxury car seeking peace and quiet, still came forward.

"Xu Qing, owner of the coffin shop, coffin shop, paper offering shop, incense and candle shop, and coffin maker in Jinmen Prefecture, Linjiang County, Jingxia Street, greets Your Majesty."

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After a long self-introduction, he managed to keep Zhu Tianzi under control for quite a while.

How come they're advertising in the palace?
Zhu Huai'an remained silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter and said, "Minister Xu has rendered meritorious service to the country, and I intend to promote Minister Xu."

However, before Zhu Huai'an could make a further move, Xu Qing interrupted him again:

"Your Majesty, please hear me first! I have a matter of great importance concerning the common people, the continuation of the nation, and even the future generations. I must inform Your Majesty of this matter and ask for your decision."

Seeing Xu Qing's solemn expression, Zhu Huai'an felt a chill and immediately said seriously, "Please speak freely, my dear minister!"

With a serious expression, Xu Qing reached into his sleeve and took out a handful of golden corn seeds and two potatoes, which he then handed over.

Sun Mingli hurriedly brought a tray and presented the seeds and potatoes to the emperor.

Zhu Huai'an picked up a kernel of corn and asked in confusion, "What is this?"

Xu Qing smiled and said, "This thing is called corn, also known as maize. It is a high-yield grain variety that Xu Ya brought from a land that no one had ever reached before, after traveling across the ocean for twenty years."

"Even when this grain is sown in poor or thin soil, it can still yield 700 jin per mu!"

"Your Majesty can simply regard it as imported rice and wheat!"

"This corn can be planted after the wheat harvest, and then seamlessly followed by wheat after the autumn harvest."

"With the four seasons repeating in this way, there is no idle land, which can solve the problem of food shortage that has existed since ancient times."

Zhu Huai'an's eyes widened, and his hand holding the corn seeds trembled so violently that his heart skipped a beat.

"Is what you, Minister Xu, truly true?"

"Every word is true, there is absolutely no falsehood!"

Zhu Huai'an took a deep breath, but before he could recover, he heard Xu Qing speak again:

"Besides corn, there are also potatoes. This can also be used as a staple food, and the yield per mu can reach more than 10,000 jin. Even in barren soil, it can yield 3,000 jin!"

How many?

Zhu Huai'an's eyes widened, his heart filled with utter shock.

(End of this chapter)