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

Chapter 75: Practice more food
On the 15th day of the third lunar month, it is suitable to travel and meet friends; it is not suitable to bury or coffin.

Xu Qing specially checked the almanac today and decided it was a good day to return to Linhe, so he set off on his return journey.

But before that, he still had a few things to do.

At the entrance of the teahouse, Xu Qing chatted with Guo Dongyang, who had not slept all night, and then got on the carriage they had come in and drove away along the streets of the city.

Thousands of gold are easy to come by, but a close friend is hard to find.

Guo Dongyang clasped his hands together, squinted his eyes and watched the other person completely disappear from his sight before returning to the teahouse.

Outside Baishui Temple, the seven-day temple fair is coming to an end.

It was dusk and a little chilly, and the sky was still dark. Xu Qing parked the carriage on the road that must be taken during the temple fair. When he saw two figures, one old and one young, appear on the dirt road in the distance, he grinned.

"Grandpa, we earned a lot of money yesterday, just enough to buy you a new outfit."

"Girl, there's no need for me to change my clothes. I'll save this money for your dowry."

"I don't want to get married. If I get married, there will be no one to take care of Grandpa."

The little girl had two braids and was sitting in the front of the cart, swaying from side to side. She looked cute and lively.

The old man driving the donkey cart next to him was hunched over with the collar of his wide jacket half open. There was a huge gray rat with shiny, sleek fur, scratching its little paws and staring out with its green eyes.

The grandfather and grandson, along with a small pet, were riding on a cart on their way to the temple fair. However, just after turning a corner and before they entered the main road, they met an uninvited guest.

The man was wearing a paper quilt, with a strange skeleton and limbs of the same length. Looking at his face, there was a piece of white paper pasted on it with a red dot dice drawn on it with pen and ink. It was extremely strange.

In the morning mist, a voice could be heard, like the words spoken by the man with the dice face, but it seemed to come from somewhere else.

"Old sir, I would like to ask you for a favor today. Is it convenient for you?"

The old man who had been smiling with his granddaughter now had a sullen look on his face.

"Where did you come from, you filthy thing, to dare to block the path of the immortals? If you have good eyesight, please make way. If you don't, I might open your eyes!"

The person who blocked the road was not angry at being called a dirty thing. He smiled and said, "Old sir, I would like to ask for your advice."

As he spoke, the man wrapped in the paper quilt shook his hands, put on brass knuckles, and assumed the usual stance of a martial artist when challenging a rival.

"Old sir, I am a rough man. Please forgive me if I have offended you in any way."

The little girl with braids jumped out of the carriage and was about to go forward when her grandfather stopped her.

When the little girl saw her grandfather winking at her, she straightened the donkey-skin waist drum on her waist and began to sing.

"The sun sets in the west and the sky becomes dark. Every household closes its doors. Magpies and crows fly to the trees, while sparrows and turtles fly to the eaves. The main road is short, the stars are bright, and the huts are broken, making it difficult to travel."

Xu Qing controlled the puppet and listened from afar as the little girl sang the tune to invite the gods. At first, the voice was crisp and clear, with the unique purity of a little girl.

But before she could recite a sentence or two, the girl suddenly started to speak faster, and the beating of the waist drum was like raindrops, which made people feel upset.

"Old Immortal, I know you are coming, don't make a fuss, you are so majestic and murderous."

At the front of the donkey cart, the fat gray rat in the old man's arms seemed to have been deflated, and was visibly deflated.

At the same time, the old man who was possessed by the spirit twisted his body strangely, and his originally turbid eyes suddenly became lively. In the misty gray-white eyeballs, a pair of small blood-red pupils swayed back and forth, wandering around.

In addition, fine gray hair began to grow on the old man's cheeks, and even the gaps in his mouth were filled with sharp rodent teeth.

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Xu Qing was extremely alert and controlled the puppet to deal with the agile old man who was rushing towards him.

Eighteen-step leg-bending skills, bone-breaking hand, eye-piercing and crotch-digging lime face
After a series of small moves, the immortal possessed in the old man screamed and shrieked. We don’t know what it said, but it sounded quite dirty.

It took only half a cup of tea, and the little girl not far away had only recited half of the helping soldier spell, but the gray fairy who worked for the grandfather and grandson said he would not do anything else.

The man in front of him had limbs of equal length and bones as strong as steel, but he seemed to have no sense of pain. No matter how he bit and scratched him, he couldn't even frown.

If you want to fight, go ahead. I'm possessed and it's really painful. If you keep going, I'm fine. I'm just afraid that I'll break up my own disciples.

It is not easy for a disciple to live to this age. We should be submissive when we should be submissive and stand at attention when we should surrender.

A puff of gray smoke emerged from the nostrils of the disciple, and the skinny mouse hidden under the old man's coat was filled with air again and became fat.

"Ouch, my old man's waist!"

Without the protection of the immortals, the old man immediately became listless. At this moment, let alone fighting with the puppet, even walking was difficult.

"Young man, why are you so shameless and despicable?"

Xu Qing was still not satisfied. After this test, he had a better understanding of the spirit mediums.

This exorcist, apart from possessing some special powers to cure diseases and eliminate disasters, is not very good at fighting with others!
"Young man, since you've won, then speak frankly. What exactly do you want from me? You don't want to rob me."

"I don't rob money, I rob people."

The old man's eyes widened, and he turned to look at his lovely granddaughter, feeling shocked and angry.

The gray fairy in his arms couldn't sit still anymore, so he stuck his head out and started squeaking and yelling. Xu Qing couldn't quite understand what it was saying, but he felt that its cursing was getting even dirtier.

"As long as I am still breathing, I will not tolerate you."

Before the other party could finish his words, Xu Qing saw that it was getting light and more people were passing by, so he controlled the puppet, lifted up the old man and ran away.

Not far away, the little girl who was about to beat the drum and sing the song "Bang Bing Jue" for the second time stood there in a daze, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses.

She hurriedly called out "Grandpa", not bothering to think about the reason why the other party kidnapped her grandfather. She drove the donkey cart and chased after the place where Yanou disappeared.

Outside the White Horse Temple, in an inconspicuous corner.

Xu Qing felt a little sorry when he saw the old man who had been tortured so badly.

It’s just that he was too greedy for the old man’s skills.

Back then at the temple fair, he had watched the other party possessed by the Gray Fairy, seeing things from a distance, and performing unusual skills like making mice move wealth and calculating good and bad luck, so he became wary.

He was not very interested in talking about mice moving wealth and fortune telling. What Xu Qing wanted to learn most was the skill of 'guessing objects through the wall'.

There were still two coffins of unknown origin placed in his own coroner's shop.

Now that I have finally seen the ability to see and pick up objects from a distance, I certainly can’t miss it.

After all, only when he knew what was hidden in the two coffins could he feel at peace.

In the corner, the fat gray rat began to bow to Xu Qing. Xu Qing didn't know what it said, but he could feel that the big rat didn't speak as loudly as before, and even with a hint of flattery.

Xu Qing wore a human skin mask and a straw raincoat given to him by Wang's younger sister when he was in Wanshou Village, just like a wanderer on the road.

On the side, the old man who initially thought Xu Qing was going to forcefully take the girl away was completely panicked. "What on earth do you want to do, young man?"

Xu Qing didn't hesitate and went straight to the point: "Your skills as a horse spirit are quite good. I want to learn. Please teach me."

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The old man was stubborn and unwilling to teach, thinking that it was unacceptable to ask for help in this way.

However, the immortal bowed to Xu Qing flatteringly, then turned around and cursed at the old man, urging him to teach Xu Qing the skill of summoning immortals as soon as possible.

The immortal was the first to turn against his side and become a traitor. What could he, as a disciple of the Immortal, do?
He reluctantly passed on the method of inviting the family immortal to establish a temple to Xu Qing.

In the end, the old man felt helpless.

The immortal he worshipped had been passed down for three generations. They were much more cunning than humans. Not only were they good at fortune-telling, they also had a very sharp eye.

Anyone who can make it rush to please him must be no ordinary martial artist.

After writing down the detailed method of summoning the immortals, Xu Qing was afraid that the old man was hiding something, so he took out another mantra pill and asked him to take it.

The two confirmed that there was no major mistake. The old man answered every question, and Xu Qing learned a lot about the underworld business.

For example, there are two ways to summon immortals: civil and martial. Civil summoning involves beating waist drums, blowing flutes, shaking rattles, singing folk songs, fortune-telling with yarrow, and burning incense.

Martial invitations are much more violent, such as the immortal whip, willow wood circle, and the Ten Thousand Immortals Banner. As long as the disciple is the manager or the immortal is the long-term worker, it is considered a martial invitation.

What's more, some people would even ask the immortals to sing songs for them and warm their beds.

These are all unorthodox ways, and only those who raise Liuxian, Huxian and Beixian like to do this.

The Liuxian is a snake demon incarnated from a deity, and most of them are house-guarding immortals. The male ones are usually handsome and well-educated, while the female ones are gentle and charming, and most of them will repay a favor.

Hu Xian is a fox. This type of fox is not only a martial arts disaster area, but also a literary disaster area.

Xu Qing learned from the old Gray Immortal that the lifespan of disciples who go out to perform rituals is generally not long, and among them, Hu Xian is often the shortest. Only the parties involved know the reason.

The last one is Beixian. This kind of martial arts practitioner can easily go astray and have few disciples who can go out to perform rituals. The reason is simple: Beixian is a ghost with the heaviest yin energy. When the practitioner is possessed by a ghost, it is very easy to affect the disciples who can go out to perform rituals.

The reason why the old man could live to such an old age was thanks to the fact that he worshipped the Gray Fairy.

Even a rat like this, even in human form, would be quite a sly creature. If it were Lady Hu Xian or Young Master Hu Xian, the grass on this old man's grave would probably be several feet tall.

Fox spirits are passionate, it has always been like this.

After squeezing out everything the old man knew, Xu Qing did not take advantage of it. He fed the old man some pills to restore his vitality and strengthen his blood. After throwing down a few pieces of silver, he left the White Horse Temple without looking back.

Outside the White Horse Temple, the old man's granddaughter couldn't find her grandfather, so she had to go back to Tianjin to report to the police. After a day and a night, her grandfather returned to the inn by himself, but he was no longer the same as before.

The old man's face was rosy and shiny, and even his cloudy eyes were clearer. He looked like a different person.

In Jinmen Prefecture, a horse-drawn carriage passed through winding streets and finally stopped in front of an alley.

Xu Qing put on the human skin mask he got from Bai Luo, and his whole appearance immediately changed.

Arriving at the door of a house deep in the alley, he pressed the doorknob rhythmically according to the Tianxin Sect's secret code.
A voice came from the courtyard: "That's the signal for the meeting. Maybe Bai Luo the guardian has returned. Go open the door quickly."

This house was no other place but the Tianxin Sect hideout that Xu Qing had learned about from Bai Luo's revolving lantern.

The person hiding inside was none other than Qing Luo, one of the five guardian dharma of Tianxin Sect.

Logically, when reading about the life of a deceased person, only the memories that were most profound and important to the deceased will be clearer.

When Xu Qing was reading Bai Luo's life story, although the Qing Luo guardian had met Bai Luo only a few times, Bai Luo remembered every time clearly.

Now, after walking into the house and seeing the cold appearance of the woman in front of him again, Xu Qing finally understood where this feeling came from.

The bride that Bai Luo strangled to death on his wedding night was surprisingly similar to Qing Luo in front of him.

"Who are you from? Why do you look so unfamiliar?"

Qing Luo's face was pale and his body smelled strongly of wound medicine, and it was obvious that his injuries had not yet healed.

"It doesn't matter which incense mouth I belong to. What matters is that the Bailuo guardian is dead. Before he died, he asked me to pass a message to the Qingluo guardian."

"What?" Qing Luo frowned and looked at the mysterious young man who came closer.

"How would I know? The specific details need to be asked by the Dharma Protector himself."

Qing Luo has always been cautious and likes to keep a few backup plans whenever she does something. When the young man in front of her came into the house, she was already prepared.

Seeing that Xu Qing didn't even want to act, Qing Luo secretly felt it was a pity.

As long as the opponent gets one step closer, she will be able to use the Sinan Sword Technique taught to her by Bai Luo to strike the opponent's vital point.

At that time, no matter how fast the young man reacts, he will not be able to escape the sword technique blockade within the range of the sword.

Although she didn't get the best opportunity to attack right now, she still had a backup plan to defeat the enemy.

Qing Luo's pretty face was cold. At the same time Xu Qing shot out the sleeve arrow, she also shot out a poisonous needle that could kill instantly.

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The sleeve arrow was knocked to the ground by Qing Luo's stirring sleeves.

At the same time, the sound of a poisonous needle falling to the ground was heard in front of Xu Qing.

"Horizontal training kung fu?" Qing Luo's expression changed slightly, but fortunately she still had a way to deal with it.

The ears, nose, mouth and eyes of a martial artist with horizontal training are his biggest weaknesses. Qing Luo reacted quickly, took out a packet of poison powder from his sleeve, wrapped it with his sleeves and threw it towards the opponent's face.

What a despicable and sinister method!
Xu Qing, who threw out the special lime powder almost at the same time, was instantly covered by the dust.

At this moment, the whole room was filled with poisonous powder smoke that stung the eyes and burned the throat.

Some believers who heard the noise rushed into the house, but before they could find out what was going on, they fell to the ground.

Qing Luo never imagined that the young man in front of her was also a man without martial ethics, and that the other party's specially made lime powder was obviously more toxic than hers.

Even though she immediately took the antidote, she could only suppress the poison powder she threw out.

Qing Luo held a long sword in his hand, and his vision gradually blurred.

Before her consciousness completely faded, she used all her strength to ask, "Why are you not affected?"

In the colorful dust, Xu Qing, covered in poison powder, came up to Qing Luo and said with bared teeth:
"Just practice more cooking!"

(End of this chapter)