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

Chapter 63 Zombie Storytelling
Before the white-faced young man started telling stories, a group of wandering people started laughing before they even started listening.

"What good stories can you, a scholar like you, have? Are you going to invent a female ghost and have some fun with her in a deserted temple?"

The person who spoke was a coachman, who was responsible for transporting goods and driving the car for the merchants. As soon as he said this, everyone burst into laughter, and the small temple was immediately filled with a happy atmosphere.

The pale-faced young man had originally planned to tell a lighter story, such as Painted Skin or Xiao Qian, but now that he heard those men of the martial arts world teasing him, he simply chose a story that was most appropriate to the situation.

It is said that there was an old man in Yangxin County who lived in Caidian Village and ran an inn. One day, four wandering rickshaw drivers came here and wanted to stay in the inn, but the inn was full and only the mourning hall of the old man's daughter-in-law who had just passed away was empty.

The four drivers did not shy away and rested on the large bunk bed in the mourning hall. At that time, they fell asleep. Under a rolled-up straw mat and a paper quilt, the corpse of a woman who had been lying there for a long time suddenly got up and touched the large bunk bed.
Xu Qing had a deep look in his eyes and told the story of the corpse transformation slowly and calmly.

Corpses turning into corpses, water spraying, wild dogs, etc. are just a few of the stories in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. If we talk about horror, these are definitely at the top of the list.

The story of corpse transformation is more in line with the current situation of staying in a small temple, and it is more atmospheric and can make people feel as if they are there.

In the story, four rickshaw drivers were staying in an inn when they invaded the morgue where a female corpse was kept. In the end, they were sucked dry of their essence by the female corpse, and only one of them survived.

Now that they are in a remote place, aren't they also a group of people invading a small temple?

What's more, there really were a few rickshaw drivers in this small temple listening to his stories. Isn't that just a coincidence?
Xu Qing chuckled and continued telling the story.

"The remaining driver still wants to run away. Guess what?"

In front of the bonfire, several rickshaw drivers looked at each other in confusion. The man who had laughed at him earlier swallowed his saliva and asked cautiously, "What's going on? Could it be that he was also harmed by the female corpse?"

Xu Qing bared his teeth and said grimly, "That man circled the five or six foot tall poplar tree, and finally pissed off the female corpse. She simply stopped circling and nailed her hands through the trunk."

At this moment, a flash of lightning flashed outside the temple, illuminating everyone's faces.

A few scholars who came to join in the fun sat closer and closer, and finally they just stuck together, looking around from time to time.

Someone laughed dryly and said, "These are all made-up stories. There are so many people here, and the Yang energy is strong, how could there be so-called zombies?"

The storyteller, who had been listening attentively, suddenly spoke up: "That's not necessarily true. I spent some time in Linhefang. Have you ever heard of the Corpse Mill?"

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Xu Qing glanced sideways at the storyteller and thought to himself, you know quite a lot.

When he set fire to the mill, all the filth hidden inside came out. Although the government intervened in time to control the situation and public opinion, they could not completely prevent the news from leaking out.

The storyteller in front of him was obviously a well-informed person, but what he knew was only superficial. The one who really knew the inside story must be the arsonist.

After all, storytellers make a living by talking, so they told the story in a very serious manner, and even portrayed Xu Qing as a passing cultivator who had refined yin and yang and achieved perfect merit. He just couldn't bear to see the mortal soul being bound and unable to be reborn, so he sent down real fire and burned away all the shameful filth inside.

There is nothing scary about this incident, but it indirectly shows that zombies really exist in the world and are near Tianjin.

The night rain was drifting, and the small temple in the wilderness was a place where ghosts and monsters could appear. Now when everyone heard this and thought of the legend of "corpse transformation" that Xu Qing had told them, they felt uneasy, as if there really was a pair of eyes staring at them from behind.

"Old Ji, you guard the first half of the night tonight; Shuisheng, you guard the second half." The leading merchant looked at his cart driver with a gloomy look, fearing that they would attract zombies in the middle of the night, so he ordered several people to take turns guarding the night.

Not far from the bonfire, there was also a chivalrous woman walking around the world with a veil on her face, gritting her teeth, thinking to herself, why don’t you say something else instead of telling ghost stories.

She held her urine for a long time, but didn't dare to go out to relieve herself. When she could no longer hold it in, she shamefacedly pulled a scholar she had spoken to during the day and went outside the small temple together.

The heroine and the scholar already had a mutual affection for each other, and now with the help of an ancient matchmaker, they inadvertently made a marriage happen. However, these are all stories for later, so there is no need to mention them in detail.

A night of rain and dew washed away the days of dryness, and a hint of paleness appeared on the horizon.

The group of rickshaw drivers who took turns keeping watch became angry again, arguing with each other in a very competitive manner.

"Where are the zombies? I shouldn't have spent this night having a good time. These storytellers and those who have read books are just making up lies and deceiving people. They made me wait all night for nothing!"

"That's right! If I really encounter a ghost, I can cut it with two or three strikes, and even if it's not a ghost, it will become one!"

Xu Qing silently watched the few people bragging. If they really had such ability, why did they go to the toilet together last night?

They had just met by chance, and now that the wind had died down and the rain had stopped, they each went their separate ways.

During this period, there were also people who continued their brief relationship and formed companionship.

For example, the masked female knight and the scholar, as well as the storyteller who sticks to Xu Qing.

"Old man, I'm not a rickshaw driver. If you want a ride, you'd better go somewhere else. If you wait until the person has gone far away, it will be difficult for you, with your old arms and legs, to catch up."

"Young man, what are you talking about? I'm taking your car without paying or something? When we're out and about, please do me a favor. When we get to the city, come to the teahouse and I'll treat you to tea."

Xu Qing raised his eyebrows. Give money? That's easy!

Ten taels of silver, no second price!
He originally thought that if he offered such a high price, the other party would give up, but when the old man heard it, he agreed without saying a word.

"My last name is Guo. When I was young, I passed the spring exam and was a successful candidate."

"You're lucky! If you have any questions about the article, I can help you solve them."

In the carriage, Guo Dongyang never stopped talking. He would start another conversation as soon as one began.

Xu Qing drove the carriage and listened to the storyteller's experiences, which really broadened his horizons.

During the ride, he suddenly asked, "You're not taking my car just to find someone to chat with and relieve your boredom, are you?"

"You're right. I just enjoy hanging out with young, handsome men like you." Guo Dongyang smiled sweetly, but as soon as he finished speaking, his true intentions were revealed: "The story you told last night didn't sound like an ordinary storyteller. It had a bit of the flavor of a collection of literary works. I've never heard of it before. I wonder if there will be a sequel or other chapters?"

Xu Qing immediately understood what was going on. It turned out that the storyteller was impressed by the story he told yesterday.

"You're willing to spend so much money, aren't you afraid that this is the only story I have?"

Guo Dongyang smiled and said, "It's said that everyone has their own aspirations and preferences, and it's also said that everyone has their own preferences. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I don't have many hobbies, I just like listening to stories. Stories and nonsense that are worthless to others are worth a fortune to me.

Besides, I won't hide it from you, just based on that corpse transformation story, if I were to tell it in the teahouses of the prefecture for ten days or half a month, I would earn more than ten taels of gold and silver."

(End of this chapter)