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

Chapter 415 The Golden Whip for Beating Dogs, Slaying Demons Again

"Fellow Taoist, please stay!"

Outside the capital, Zhang Pingsheng was just about to return to Santai Peak when Xu Qing suddenly stopped him.

Facing Xu Qing's smiling face, Zhang Pingsheng felt a strange sense of unease for some reason.

It felt like I was being targeted by some unlucky, dirty thing.

Xu Qing patted Zhang Daoshi on the shoulder and said earnestly, "In this wicked world, people are suffering greatly. The more this is the case, the more we must accumulate good deeds!"

"Only when our virtue matches our position will we have the possibility of transcending poverty in the future."

Zhang Pingsheng nodded in agreement.

Xu Qing suddenly asked, "Fellow Daoist, do you know what kind of virtue is great?"

"Respecting teachers and valuing the Way, helping the world and bringing peace to the people?"

Xu Qing shook his head.

"Then, are you willing to sacrifice yourself and be the first in the world?"

Xu Qing shook his head again.

"Or perhaps, like the deities of the Baosheng Temple, they could bring blessings to future generations, ensuring the prosperity of humanity and its continuation for countless generations?"

Xu Qing chuckled lightly, cast his gaze into the far distance, and said, "These are all minor methods, treating the symptoms but not the root cause."

"If we speak of great virtue, it must be the righteous act of purifying the universe, correcting yin and yang, restoring clarity to the entire world, and benefiting all living beings. This is the Great Way!"

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Zhang Pingsheng frowned and hesitated, saying, "What you say, Brother Dao, is indeed an extraordinary feat and a path of great virtue, but how could we possibly accomplish even a fraction of it with our own strength?"

Xu Qing seemed to have anticipated this question. He pointed to the river in the distance and said with great pride, "Fellow Daoist, have you forgotten the story of the Corpse Demon of Zhongzhou nourishing the world decades ago?"

"There are only so many states in the world. Now that Zhongzhou has been restored, Beijing and Tianjin have also returned to normal. And this was all thanks to me, my fellow practitioners in Tianjin, and Fellow Daoist Fuluan. The results were immediate, and the filth in the two states was cleaned up."

"If Fellow Daoist Zhang and those like-minded living cultivators could join me in purging the demonic aura of the Yin River and giving back to the Nine Provinces and Four Seas, how vast would the accumulated virtue be?"

Zhang Pingsheng's eyelids twitched, and his sense of foreboding grew stronger. He cautiously probed, "The demonic aura you speak of, brother, could it be the twelve gatekeepers guarding the Yin River?"

Xu Qing smiled and shook his head.

Zhang Pingsheng felt a sense of relief, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face. However, the next moment he heard Xu Qing say:

"It's not the twelve sect leaders. Ghost Law and General Heaven have already been killed. Now we only have ten demons to face."

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Zhang Pingsheng's face darkened noticeably.

He didn't know how Xu Qing and the others had eliminated Gui Lu. The only thing he knew was that Fu Luan Shangren's foundation was damaged and he looked exhausted every day.

If he gets on Xu Qing's pirate ship and ends up injured, old, sick, or disabled, who will he complain to?

Seeing Zhang Pingsheng trying to back away, Xu Qing grabbed his arm and said meaningfully, "Fellow Daoist, the decades you've spent cultivating at the Taiping Temple in Zhongzhou are probably not comparable to the merits you've accumulated over the past hundred years. It's easy to gain an advantage, but the karmic consequences are hard to erase!"

"When you met me, didn't you feel that your Dao heart was unstable?"

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Zhang Pingsheng stared wide-eyed, speechless for a long time.

The concept of cause and effect is like a weight that's only two ounces before it's weighed, but once it's on the scale, it's truly unstoppable!
Especially for those who cultivate themselves, if you take advantage of someone and they don't pursue the matter, that's fine. But if the other party makes a life-or-death struggle because of it, then that is your tribulation.

Even if you die, there's no one to seek justice for you.

Nowadays, almost every cultivator in Zhongzhou has received favors from Xu Qing. If they want to repay these favors, they must undergo tribulation.

Only by personally entering the tribulation, completely eradicating the demonic aura of the Yin River, and simultaneously giving back to heaven and earth according to the laws of Zhongzhou, thus achieving universal harmony, can the cultivators who enjoy the conveniences of Zhongzhou escape their calamity and be freed from Xu Qing's influence.

After figuring out the key point, Zhang Pingsheng instantly understood what Xu Qing was trying to do. He said with a pounding heart, "You don't mean to instigate a great calamity and drag all the reclusive cultivators into it, do you?"

Xu Qing corrected, "That's not how it works. Right now, the path to immortality is cut off, and those demons from the Yin River are stealing the spiritual essence of humankind, causing wise rulers to die young and virtuous people to disappear. Looking around, the mortal world is full of filth."

"What I have seen and heard over the years far exceeds what those who live in seclusion have. They think they have escaped disaster, but little do they know that this sword is hanging in the sky. As long as they are still cultivating in the world and have not yet become immortals, this sword will fall on their heads sooner or later!"

"I am doing this now in order to improve the environment for cultivation in the secular world and help fellow cultivators become immortals as soon as possible. This is a good thing!"

Xu Qing's face was full of righteousness. Although his last sentence did not come from his heart, none of his previous words were false.

Ten or twenty years ago, he also thought of living a secluded life in the city, staying in a corner of the world, relying on his own shop to perform rituals for the deceased, and slowly cultivating himself.

But as he came into contact with more and more corpses, each one seemed like a homeless, lonely soul, telling him of the pain of being trapped in a wicked world and unable to escape.

Aside from the corpses, each deceased person he personally saw off was silently illustrating a cruel truth to him—

If the great calamity does not end and the evil world is not eliminated, his way of saving people will inevitably come to an end.

We must not only help people, but also help them reach the other side.

Ever since Xu Qing saw that the path ahead for the three generations of emperors of the Zhu family became narrower with each generation, he knew that if the problem was not solved at its root, the path he could take would also become narrower and narrower.

The two things of eliminating the Ghost Law and the Corpse Demon have already offended the group of Dharma Corpses in the Nine Netherworld. When the Underworld and the Yin River are connected, he will have the means to hide everywhere, but where can his funeral shop, the shamanic temple and the Baosheng Temple go to avoid them?

Looking back at the increasingly prosperous Xiantang and the Baosheng Temple with believers all over the world, Xu Qing realized that he had unknowingly become that towering tree rooted in the mortal world.

And every branch and every leaf on the tree is connected to a series of fruits that will eventually ripen.

With a storm brewing and the thunderous roar of the distant sky imminent, how could he possibly gather his branches and allow the scenery he shelters to be broken by the wind and rain?
Xu Qing released his grip on Zhang Pingsheng's arm and posed a thought-provoking question:
"Fellow Daoist, don't you want to become an immortal and attain the Dao?"

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Zhang Pingsheng took a deep breath, his remaining rationality still holding the last line of defense, preventing him from encountering that terrifying catastrophe.

However, before he could think too much about it, he heard Xu Qing say again:

"Fellow Daoist previously said that you have enjoyed sixty years of worldly life immensely. Why don't you enter another sixty years of tribulation to cleanse the demonic atmosphere and then embark on the Great Dao again!"

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Zhang Pingsheng's eyelids twitched, and his hands inside his sleeves trembled.

After sixty years of calamity, let us once again vanquish the demons!
In a moment of madness, Zhang Pingsheng's last shred of reason was completely swallowed up by Xu Qing's seductive voice.

Zhang Pingsheng was never one to stay put. Now that Brother Xu and Fellow Daoist Fuluan had both entered the tribulation, what was there for him, a man who loved to join in the fun, not to step forward?

“Brother Dao’s words are indeed the path to the Great Dao! I am not one to fear death. Since that is the case, I will risk my life to accompany you today. Even if I do not become an immortal in the future and do not have a good end, I believe I will at least have a clear and enlightened mind!”

Xu Qing breathed a sigh of relief. After Fu Luan Shangren, he had finally managed to coax another suitable helper.

The Yellow River Formation and the Great Heaven Formation finally found a new master.

"Fellow Daoist, there is no need to be so pessimistic. The matter of the Yin River has never been borne by just one or two people. Besides you, me, and Venerable Fuluan, we also need to travel to various blessed lands and grotto-heavens to find more reclusive true cultivators, so that we can work together to overcome this great calamity!"

Xu Qing has clearly mastered the skills; at least in the matter of swindling people into joining his group, he has reached an agreement with the masters of the Two Saints Temple and the Demon Pill Temple.

"Which fellow Daoist do you plan to persuade first, Brother Dao?" Zhang Pingsheng asked.

"Does Fellow Daoist Zhang have anyone to recommend?"

Xu Qing's heart stirred, and he asked in return.

People always have boundless motivation when they do bad things, and Zhang Pingsheng immediately perked up when he heard this.

"Previously, Emperor Hongcheng had sent Zen Master Sanjue of Gujue Temple and my disciple to search for 'living immortals' to inquire about the secret to longevity."

"This humble Taoist knows the locations of five fellow Taoists' abodes, while Zen Master Sanjue knows three. Furthermore, Zen Master Sanjue's master, Xinyuan, is also a highly accomplished and profound practitioner of Buddhism."

"You mean that mad monk?"

Xu Qing and Zhang Pingsheng exchanged a glance and decided on their first target.

In the capital city, in an inconspicuous beggar's den.

A poor monk, dressed in a patchwork robe, with a leaky hat and torn shoes, was desperately trying to squeeze into the beggars' den.

"Make way, make way, make way, please give this monk a place to stay."

"Go away! What kind of poor monk are you? Go back to your temple!"

When faced with the beggar trying to drive her away, Xinyuan simply turned around, dodged the beggar's blockade, and lay down in the pile of straw.

"That's nice! The monk is in a good mood today and won't hold it against you. Don't disturb the monk's sleep, or you might be in for trouble!"

The beggar raised his stick, his anger rising, and said, "You stinking monk who begs for alms, instead of chanting sutras for others, why are you running around here and taking over our territory!"

"If I don't teach you a lesson today, you'll never know the power and prestige of Lou Zisan!"

People are divided into different classes, and things are divided into high and low classes. Even beggars in the capital city are divided into upper and lower classes.

The lowest-ranking beggar, who carries a bowl, is the one who begs for alms. The next highest-ranking beggar, who carries a basket to collect offerings, is called the "basket head."

Above the basket head is the 'pole head'. The pole head does not carry bowls or baskets, but often holds a whip, cane, or dog-beating stick in its hand.

The saying goes, "Every beggar leader has a staff," just like an official's command arrow.

And above the clubhead, there's a ball head.

The leader of the group was already a large-scale beggar organization, similar to the Beggars' Gang, with members often numbering in the hundreds.

If these gang leaders can unify the beggars in the city, that's fine. But if there are other gang leaders, large-scale battles will inevitably break out in the city every few days, and deaths and injuries are common.

Aside from these overt conflicts, there is also regional discrimination within this circle of beggars who are all beggars.

For example, beggars who make a living inside the city gate tower look down on those from the four main streets, those from the four main streets look down on those outside the city gate, and those outside the city gate look down on those from other places.

Now, the Lou Zi San that Xin Yuan has met happens to be the leader of the beggars in Ximen Louzi.

"Brothers, give him a good beating! Let this outsider monk know who's the boss in the capital!"

It's often said that monks from other places are better at chanting scriptures, but little do people know that monks from other places can also be bullied.

Xin Yuan glanced sideways at Lou Zisan, who was acting arrogantly in front of her, and instead of panicking, she smiled and said:
"It is true that I am a monk who has come to the capital to beg for alms, but begging for alms is also a form of begging. You beg for alms, and I, a monk, also beg for alms, so we are in the same profession. Since we are in the same profession, why do you still beat me?"

“We’re beating up our fellow monks! Damn it, I’ve already fallen so low that I’m begging for food, and you monks are still coming here to steal our food.”

"Beat them! Beat them to death!"

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Xin Yuan shook his head and sighed.

Seeing the flurry of punches coming his way, Monk Xinyuan simply covered his forehead with his broken fan and lay down in the straw pile, starting to snore.

At the same time, five steps away.

Lou Zisan, who was directing the group to commit the crime, suddenly clutched his head and cried out in pain.

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

All the punches and kicks that were meant for Xinyuan landed on him!

The beggars only stopped when the person at the pole shouted to stop.

However, before stopping, one of the beggars didn't forget to kick the monk in front of him one last time and spit on him.

When the seven or eight beggars turned around to search for their "pole head," they found him with a bruised and swollen face, sobbing on the ground with snot and tears streaming down his face.

"Which bastard kicked me just now? Don't let me catch my breath, or I'll make you pay!"

All the beggars looked at one of their companions without prior arrangement.

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That man was the young beggar who had previously beaten Xinyuan the most severely.

Seeing the ruthless leader, known for his toughness, utter such harsh words, the young beggar's expression changed. Suddenly, he picked up a stick from the ground, raised it high in front of everyone, and brought it down heavily on Lou Zisan!

In the haystack, the monk Xinyuan suddenly flung open his tattered fan. Seeing Lou Zisan foaming at the mouth, barely breathing, the mad monk cried out in anguish:
"A sin!"

As Xu Qing and Zhang Pingsheng approached the west gate tower, they saw a still-warm corpse lying on the ground.

Huh? What kind of luck is he having today? How come he can find a corpse just by going out?
Xu Qing was overjoyed. It was truly a stroke of luck that God was sending him business!
After casually performing the ritual to help Lou Zisan pass on to the afterlife, Xu Qing looked at his reward: a golden whip.

Xu Qing looked at the whip and felt that it looked somewhat familiar.

While Zhang Pingsheng and Monk Xinyuan were exchanging pleasantries, Xu Qing casually reached into his waistband and pulled out a dog-beating stick that was exactly the same material.

Strangely enough, just as Xu Qing took out his dog-beating stick, the golden whip transformed into a streak of light and clung to his stick.

The whip is attached to a section that divides the dog-beating stick into eighteen sections, each with a different pattern.

A mountain of knives, an endless sea of ​​fire, and the freezing cold of the deepest hell.
In addition, there are eighteen other strange and wondrous sights, such as iron trees, tongue-pulling, steamers, and copper pillars.

Xu Qing put away the 'Dog Whip' that had undergone autonomous fusion and acquired a new skin, but his expression was not good.

No, I'm just a straight stick, who told you to change it into this fancy shape?
　I recommend a friend's book, "This Sword Immortal Has Infinite Talent".

　　Starting as a lowly sword-wielding servant, he embarks on a journey of immortality with only his sword, ascending step by step through the ways of the sword.

　　Unbeknownst to him, he had already amassed thousands of disciples, become the ruler of the four seas, and a terrestrial sword immortal.

　　Soar to the heavens.

　　look back.

　　Of the three thousand great paths and myriad spells, none can compare to my single sword strike.

(End of this chapter)