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

Chapter 81: Disciple
Xu Qing didn't know how long he had slept. When he had slept enough, he felt something outside the coffin calling him.

The feeling was very mysterious, like a dead body being breathed in by the yang energy of a living person, or like a zombie sitting in a coffin for a long time having the lid opened and breathing in a breath of pure yin energy from the moon.

In short, Xu Qing had a strong instinctive reaction to pretend to be dead.

After groping in the cool ghost-faced soil for a while, he reached out and unlocked all twelve locks inside the coffin, then pushed the coffin lid open casually.

The next moment, the heavy coffin board flew out like a light bamboo piece and hit the wall of the room heavily.

Under the huge impact, the thick coffin lid shattered into pieces in an instant, and even the iron inner cover fell off.

Dust was flying in the house, and the coffin filled with grave soil revealed a 'sand painting' of a ghost face.

If an ordinary person saw this, he would probably be frightened to death.

After all, everyone knows that coffins are buried in the ground, but no one has ever seen a coffin filled with soil!

Not to mention that there was a portrait of a ghost face on the soil.

Xu Qing sat up straight, his fair face breaking through the ghost mask, like a sprouting bean breaking through the soil.

I shook my head to get rid of the dust in my hair, and the long-lost sunlight fell on my body, as crystal clear as snow.

The third type of zombies can determine the level of zombies by sunlight. Xu Qing couldn't wait to scan the surroundings, looking for a place where the sun was shining.

When his eyes fell on the door, he was suddenly stunned.

I saw a pitch-black cat sitting upright on the doorpost on the left side of the door.

At this time, the sunlight outside the house fell on the doorstep, and there was a constant rise and fall of dust floating in the air.

Xu Qing looked at the colorful cat reflected in the light and felt puzzled.

The last time he broke through the armored corpse in the coroner's shop, as soon as he opened the coffin lid, he saw a big gray rat stealing the sashimi he had not finished eating.

Now that he has broken through the silver-armored corpse in seclusion and just come out of the coffin, how come he meets a big black cat squatting at his door and staring at him?

There are both rats and cats. What does this signify?
Xu Qing stood up and shook off the dust on his body. The cat at the threshold tilted its head. Seeing the humanoid creature rising from the coffin, it meowed contentedly:
"You're quite good. You're the smartest of all the corpses I've awakened."

The black wild cat's voice was delicate and tender, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a male or female. It just felt like the clear voice of a child whose voice had not changed.

Is this an evil spirit?
If the other party had not spoken clearly, Xu Qing would have thought that ghost dust had entered his ears, causing him to have auditory hallucinations.

A talking cat is either a demon or a ghost!
Xu Qing was alert, as he didn't know when the Vajra Knuckle had fallen into his hand. At the same time, he saw the scratches on the coffin out of the corner of his eye.

This cat obviously didn't appear today.

Turn your gaze back to the door.

The cat seemed to be weightless and jumped off the doorpost lightly. Then it raised its proud chin and took graceful steps, like the creator god examining his own work.

It was so small, but it gave Xu Qing the feeling of a king stepping down from the throne.

"You said you woke me up?"

Xu Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, and he suddenly came to his senses. No wonder he had an urgent need to "resurrect" after his retreat ended.

It turns out that this cat is causing trouble!
His thoughts raced as Xu Qing recalled a taboo regarding the funeral industry.

This matter is not only recorded in the corpse story, but even ordinary novices in the funeral business have more or less heard of this taboo.

That is, when someone dies and is buried, cats and mice must be kept away.

Rats will gnaw on the corpse, and cats
Cats can communicate with yin and yang. When they encounter a dead body, they can easily come back to life and occupy the body of the deceased.

When Xu Qing encountered a fellow corpse driver who was controlling zombies to attack him, one of them was a cat-faced zombie that was created by a wild cat that had been resurrected.

Cat-faced zombies are different from ordinary zombies. They not only have emotions such as joy, anger, fear, and sadness, but also have independent thinking.

This is also why the cat-faced corpse showed a look of fear when facing him.

Now Xu Qing looked at the black cat in front of him and it kept saying that it was the cat that woke him up. What he subconsciously thought of was that the cat wanted to occupy his body.

The black cat seemed not to notice Xu Qing's cold gaze. It circled around Xu Qing curiously, looking at him.

After turning a full circle, the black cat jumped onto the coffin and sat on the palm-wide opening of the coffin.

"Of course I was the one who woke you up. Two months ago, you called out to me at the White Horse Temple, wanting to be my disciple. Naturally, I paid special attention to you."

"It's a pity you were too lazy. I called you for two whole months before you finally woke up."

Hearing this, Xu Qing clenched his brass knuckles and then unclenched them, his eyes flickering.

"White Horse Temple? When did I ever call you in the White Horse Temple?"

"You don't seem very smart!"

The black cat looked Xu Qing up and down, and there seemed to be some doubt on its pitch-black face.

"Back then, at the temple fair, you saw the Grey Fairy Hall disciples playing in the streets, and you yourself said you wanted to find a cat. Now that I'm here, as my disciple, you shouldn't be so clueless."

The black cat jumped off the coffin again, walked to the door, and turned back to ask, "What are you standing there for? According to the Gray Immortal Hall's rules for inviting immortals, if you invite me to sit in the hall, you should also prepare incense and offerings to show your respect for me."

Respect, who respects whom?

Xu Qing smiled.

When I woke up, I found myself being bullied by a wild cat. The cat was so proud and condescending, saying that it wanted to be its master?
He is not a cat lover.

As for the disciples who go out to perform rituals? Haha.
Xu Qing came to the door with a smile. A ray of sunlight from outside the yard fell on his face, reflecting the unique crystal light of the silver-armored corpse, just like silver stars.

The black cat was shrouded in shadow. It looked up in confusion, just in time to be met by a palm strike from the sky.

Xu Qing quickly stretched out his five fingers like steel pliers, grabbed the black cat's neck, and lifted it up.

"Meow!" A sudden cat cry sounded.
The black cat kicked around with its four claws, but was frightened into a puddle of mud by Xu Qing's corpse-like roar.

It pulled its ears back, as if it had a bald head, and looked at Xu Qing's open mouth with an incredible look on its face.

Inside that bloody mouth, there were two pairs of corpse fangs that were longer and sharper than those of a vicious dog!

This disciple seems a bit fierce.
Inside the haunted house, Xu Qing moved around, constantly adapting to the amazing power contained within the corpse.

He used 70% of his strength to jump up from the ground, and was able to get more than ten feet off the ground. When he landed, the heavy corpse was like an arrow, piercing into the ground more than a foot deep. This was the effect caused by his bending his knees and exerting force.

He picked up the Feng Shui stone in the yard that gathered evil spirits from all directions, and the thousand-pound stone seemed to be light in his hand.

Taking out the brass knuckles, Xu Qing had already perfected the Dragon Seal Tiger Elephant Fist that he had practiced earlier.

Taking out the sword confiscated from Bai Luo, Xu Qing pinched the Si Nan sword technique with his hand, and used sword moves that targeted the enemy's weakness, making a startling sound. Even the black cat who was watching his martial arts performance was dazzled.

It thought to itself, if this sword fell on it, it didn't know how many of its nine lives would be left.

"Duoduoduo——"

Eight plum blossom needles shot out from the gaps between Xu Qing's fingers and penetrated into the Feng Shui stone.

He shook his wrist and poured Yin energy into the silk thread. The thousand-pound stone was tossed back and forth by Xu Qing like a puppet.

After warming up and completely adapting to his physical strength, Xu Qing turned his attention to the black cat that was staring at him in a daze.

I came to the stone table and sat on the antique chair I'd found at the grocery store. The legless chair, which usually rocked constantly, was now surprisingly stable, as if it had an invisible leg supporting it on the ground.

In front of Xu Qing, a black wild cat was sitting obediently.

"Name?"

"The names of immortals cannot be spoken directly"

Seeing the zombie trimming its nails raise its head with an unfriendly look, it immediately changed its words:
"This immortal has not yet established a sect, so I don't have a name. Only when I was guarding the homes of ordinary people in the past did I occasionally have a nickname."

Xu Qing asked what nicknames they had, but Xuanmao hesitated until he finally said a string of Taoist names such as "Meow Meow, Mimi, Tan'er, Mei'er".

"Since you have a master who supports you, why do you still come to me to be your horseman?"

"Mortals are born fragile, dying in just a few decades, and the longest life span is no more than a hundred years. I can protect their homes and build their families, but I cannot extend their lifespans."

The black cat has lived for three hundred years. The first time it was adopted by a farmer, the second time it was adopted by a pawnshop as a fortune cat, the third time it was adopted by a restaurant, the fourth time by a farmer, and the fifth time by a young lady from an official family.
Xu Qing looked at the other party who knew everything like the back of his hand, and his expression became more and more strange.

This cat seems to be a bit unlucky. Is it trying to starve him to death?
"If a mortal wants to be my disciple, their lifespan will be shortened very easily. You are different from them. Besides not being as smart as them, I think you can live longer and serve me for a longer time."

"Stop!" Xu Qing said with a stern face, "You probably haven't understood your own status yet. Now it's not about you asking me to be your disciple, but whether I agree to let you be my disciple."

"???"

Xuan Mao looked at Xu Qing in shock.

Who will be the disciple? Me?

Xu Qing didn't give it a chance to think and started the interview directly.

"Tell me, what skills do you have? I see that the Gray Fairy can see through walls, tell fortunes, and even move fortune treasures to bring wealth and prosperity to the master's family.

Huang Xian can exorcise evil spirits and eliminate disasters, and can also possess people and borrow magic.

Hu Xian has profound magical powers. He can not only predict good and bad fortune, but also help to eliminate demons and ghosts.

You've lived for three hundred years, so you should be able to master these basic industry skills, right?"

The black cat looked at the humanoid creature in front of it who was examining it, and for some reason it felt an inexplicable competitive pressure.

"I can protect the house, ward off evil spirits, and attract wealth!"

"Not enough! I'm better at what you're talking about than you are. Think about it carefully. I'll only give you an incense stick of time to think about it."

The black cat racked its brains and finally said weakly, "I can also catch mice."

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Xu Qing said with a gloomy look: "I'm really not good at this, but I don't need to catch mice.

Let me ask you, do you have the ability to guess what's inside a coffin?"

The black cat nodded subconsciously and said, "I have Yin pupils, which allow me to see things that ordinary people cannot see."

Xu Qing smiled upon hearing this: "Very good, from now on you will be my trainee disciple. If you perform well, I might give you a chance to become a regular disciple."

"As a disciple of the shaman, it is your responsibility to establish a hall, and it is right for you to do it. Of course, I will not treat you unfairly."

Xu Qing took out the red rope he had obtained from saving the souls of Wang Qiao and his wife, tied one around his wrist and the other around the neck of the black cat in front of him.

The black cat quickly caught up with the young man who was leaving the house. Its head was still buzzing and it had not yet come to its senses.

How come it became a spirit medium disciple in the blink of an eye?

Catching up with Xu Xian's family and crossing the stone bridge over the flowing river, Xuan Mao, who was full of questions, was soon distracted by the mundane world.

“Lingnan sweet potatoes, freshly baked Lingnan sweet potatoes.”

"Selling charcoal, good coal from Xijing Mountain—"

In front of the roasted sweet potato stall, Xu Qing's disciples smelled the fragrant sweet potato and circled around in a hurry.

"You're a cat, why are you eating sweet potatoes?"

Xu Qing had never fed a cat before, but the old man selling sweet potatoes nearby said with a smile, "This cat loves to eat mice. "Shu" and "rat" sound the same, so it just likes to eat them. It's like one thing conquers another, it's the law of nature."

A man is known by his mouth, and goods by their skin.

These businessmen are the best at saying things to save face, and sometimes, at first glance, it seems that there is some truth in what they say.

"You might as well buy a few, sir. Not only can you satisfy your craving, but you can also feed the cat with the leftover skin and filling."

At this time, Xu Qing's new disciple had completely forgotten his reserve. Now he was rubbing his silky satin body back and forth against Xu Qing's legs.

Not only that, it was snoring and hooking Xu Qing's legs with the tip of its tail. It didn't look like a cat fairy at all.

Holding a paper bag of roasted sweet potatoes, Xu Qing blew a breath of Yin Qi, and the sweet potatoes that could burn people's lips and cause blisters immediately cooled down.

The black cat ate happily. After eating half a sweet potato, it seemed as if the whole cat was sublimated.

Xu Qing saw it eating happily, thinking that his new disciple didn't have a name yet, so he said, "Since you like eating sweet potatoes so much, why don't you take a name for your disciple, Xijianshu."

The black cat turned a deaf ear and was only concerned with the delicious food in front of it.

On the way to Jingxia Street, Xu Qing heard a lot of things. The old emperor passed away, the new emperor Zhao Rong ascended the throne, and the Prince of Changting committed suicide at the mouth of the river to follow the late emperor.
Now, after eighty-three years, the Dayong era has finally changed from Qianyuan to the first year of Jingzhi.

"I never thought that the third prince would be the one to take the throne in the end."

Xu Qing thought of the imperial purple aura stored in the map of mountains and rivers.

He looked intently and saw that the purple air that occupied most of the grid on the scroll of mountains, rivers and lakes was still the same.

"The new emperor has ascended the throne. What's the point of keeping this thing?"

Xu Qing thought for a moment, then looked at the beggar begging on the roadside.

Just before he came up with the idea of ​​donating the Emperor's Purple Qi, a beggar on the roadside suddenly stood up, snatched the copper coin from another little beggar, and kicked him viciously.

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Sure enough, not all beggars can become emperors.

Xu Qing shook his head helplessly. He still couldn't give away the emperor's purple energy casually.

If this thing falls into the hands of a person of bad character, I am afraid that ordinary people will experience another catastrophe.

After returning to Jingxia Street, Xu Qing had not taken a few steps when he was stopped by a figure rushing out of the door of the coffin shop.

"I have finally waited for you to come back. If you don't come back, I will have nowhere to go!"

Looking at Hu Baosong, who was so excited that he was about to cry, Xu Qing was puzzled.

What is this old man going to do next?
"Old Hu, get out of my way! I'm in a hurry to get back to the shop and get ready for business. I don't have time to mess around with you!"

"Good morning, good morning! Xu boy, don't you like collecting corpses? I have a ready-made corpse here, if you don't want it?"

"If you really want it, I can give it to you right now, and it's free!"

(End of this chapter)