Cultivation of Immortality: This is what unorthodox methods are like.

Another day has passed:

After gathering a few wisps of purple energy, Wang Quan rode in a sedan chair straight to his destination.

As they traveled, some cultivators saw them and clapped their hands in praise: "Using people as mounts is far more interesting than auspicious clouds or red-crowned cranes."

"Brother, how many Qingfu do you give them each month for these mounts?"

Wang Quan smiled and said, "No money is required."

The cultivator suddenly realized: "That's right, a group of mortals, even though they are martial artists and beauties, they would be more than happy to serve us cultivator masters."

"Giving them money is an insult."

"I'll go and train eight sedan chairs for people right now."

Wang Quan remained silent, his thoughts swirling, urging the paper figures to hurry.

When we arrived at the second Hehuan Tower, it was bustling and lively.

White silk ribbons were hung in many places, and people were weeping and wailing in sorrow.

Wang Quan saw the Taoist nun Meng Huan and the Taoist nun Master of Ceremonies in the crowd and quickly went over to them.

The emcee, a Taoist nun, gestured to the crowd: "How well are these temporary workers crying?"

Wang Quan was taken aback: "This is also a temporary worker?"

The female officiant replied matter-of-factly, "Yes!"

"The person who died wasn't some important figure, and it wasn't even honorable; respectable people don't have so much grief."

Wang Quan suddenly realized what was happening and was quite impressed with the Taoist nun who was in charge of the ceremony.

"When you make the paper figures, scatter lots of paper money; the more the better."

"And also, the music and fanfare are now in your hands; be melancholic!"

Wang Quan nodded: "Don't worry!"

"If I don't scatter enough, I don't deserve to be called the Flower-Scattering Taoist!"

Before long, hundreds of bull demons, dressed in mourning clothes, appeared in groups of four, carrying each coffin.

"Rise of the spirits!"

The master of ceremonies, a Taoist nun, called out sweetly.

Wang Quan slapped the box, and ten burly men flew out, playing the suona horn. They played "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".

Ten more paper figures flew out and transformed into palace maids in white.

The palace maids, their eyes red, grabbed handfuls of paper money and threw them around.

The sound of ten suonas rang out, accompanied by paper money flying everywhere, making the scene even more sorrowful.

The Taoist nun, standing to the side, used her magic to conjure up a hundred or eighty people dressed in mourning clothes.

These people were surrounded by paper money flying everywhere, crying and wailing, which made them look more imposing.

It was quite a lively scene for a while.

Inside the Hehuan Tower:

Zhao Hongyi and Wu Yong nodded repeatedly as they watched this scene: "There are still talented people in Fangshi."

"This really creates a great atmosphere."

After a brief chat, Wu Yong asked, "Sister in red, why did you specifically seek out someone who disposes of corpses?"

"Why waste that money? Those guys, burned to bones, can be made into skeleton warriors or something."

"At that time, you won't just lose money, you'll also make a profit."

Zhao Hongyi shook her head: "You're too inexperienced."

Wu Yong was bewildered.

Zhao Hongyi sighed, "These guys all used to practice the fundamental techniques of the lower academy."

"And yet, they don't understand a single Taoist scripture."

"Although they had only been cultivating for a month, the family was still worried that something might happen to them, so they had to find a professional team to bury them."

Wu Yong scoffed, "What could possibly happen? It's just a scare tactic."

Zhao Hongyi glanced at him, then remained silent.

In fact, she and the other cultivators in her family all tried to summon the souls of these people.

As a result, even those who had mastered countless volumes of Taoist scriptures and their magical techniques could not summon back the soul.

That's why everyone was worried about something going wrong and hired a professional to handle the burial.

The procession was winding and circuitous. In fact, apart from the temporary workers hired by the master of ceremonies, the Zhao family and Hehuan Tower did not arrange for many people to follow.

Moreover, because they were worried about something going wrong, the group moved at a very fast pace.

On the way, Wang Quan left a message for the Taoist nun Meng Huan: "How come you only paid so little for disposing of so many corpses at once?"

The Taoist nun sighed, "The body hasn't been damaged yet, so the money is less."

"You can only make big money if something happens to the corpse."

Wang Quan seemed to be deep in thought.

He hesitated for a moment, then contacted the female officiant: "Could we make the corpse cause an accident so we can make more money?"

The Taoist nun in the distance, upon seeing the message, widened her eyes and stared at him in disbelief.

Wang Quan smiled.

Soon, the Taoist nun in charge of the ceremony replied: "Are you crazy for money?"

Wang Quan: "Hmm!"

I urgently need money!

"I still owe people money!"

The emcee, a Taoist nun, remained silent: "Don't say things like that next time!"

"This deal of ours was inherently risky."

"If you say anything more that you hope something bad will happen, I'm afraid something really bad will actually happen!"

Wang Quan: "Whether I say it or not, something bad will happen."

The master of ceremonies, a Taoist nun: "Indeed!"

The group continued onward, and after leaving Yingxian Mountain, the group was upgraded again.

The suona's mournful sound echoed through the mountains, and paper money flew everywhere, swept by gusts of mountain wind, sending chills down everyone's spines.

Halfway through the journey, the bull demons carrying the coffin complained incessantly, "Can you slow down? This coffin is getting heavier and heavier!"

"We want to take a break!"

The emcee, a Taoist nun, shook her head: "No!"

"If the coffin falls to the ground, something bad is bound to happen."

"It's only a small weight anyway, so if you run faster, you can save some energy!"

One of the bull demons, panting heavily, said, "If I had known the coffin was this heavy, I would have harnessed the oxcart to it when I came."

"You humans are so strange! Why don't you use oxcarts? Why do you have to spend extra money to hire ox spirits to carry you?"

Wang Quan smiled: "If you hire an oxcart and use fewer spirits, do you think you'll still be able to get this job?"

The bull demon suddenly realized: "I suggest that next time it be carried by eight bulls."

After walking for a while, suddenly the rope of a coffin broke.

boom!

The coffin fell to the ground.

The next second, the line fell silent.

Only the paper-figure giant under the king's command was still playing the suona with great effort.

L!

Paper money fluttered in the air, accompanied by gusts of mountain wind.

The female officiant swallowed hard, then shrieked, "Stop blowing!"

The suona horn stopped abruptly.

Click!Click!

Ropes snapped one by one, and more coffins fell to the ground.

problem occurs.

Wang Quan smiled.

The next second, he put away all the paper figures and then released a paper horse.

A plume of smoke erupted, warhorses neighed, and Wang Quan leaped aboard, galloping away.

The ethereal Taoist nun beside her patted her slender waist, and a beautiful snake came out to carry her on its back, its tail moving at lightning speed.

The master of ceremonies, a Taoist nun, shrieked, "Hehuan Tower! The Zhao family! You actually plotted against your mistress?!"

Hehuanlou and the Zhao family quickly replied, "We didn't scheme against you!"

"Master of Ceremonies, we'd like to pay more!"

"Please, nun, intervene and suppress this!"

Wang Quan turned his horse around.

The dreamlike Taoist nun jumped off the beautiful snake.

All three shook their heads in unison: "How much more?"

Hehuanlou gritted his teeth: "Double it!"

The king's intentions were stirred.

However, the emcee and the dreamlike Taoist nun sneered: "Three times!"

Hehuanlou and the Zhao family remained silent.

Three times the price is too high.

They were somewhat unable to make decisions.

At that moment, the ropes binding many of the coffins burst and fell to the ground.

The next second:

Click!

One by one, the white, bony hands pierced through and lifted the still-intact coffin lid, letting out joyful shouts: "Brothers and sisters, let's go to the Hehuan Tower, let's continue the music and dancing!"

Click!

Click!

One by one, skeletons jumped out of their coffins.

Some skeletons hoisted the bull demon and ran away, some skeletons hugged the weeping female warrior and laughed strangely, and some skeletons embraced each other, twisting their waists and thrusting their hips, having endless fun.