I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality

Buddha's compassion?

Today, just after arriving in Quyang, Xu Qing committed a major deed; he not only stole hundreds of thousands of bushels of grain from the landlord's house but also cremated the monks.

What Xu Qing will do tomorrow, Xuan Yu didn't dare to imagine!

"Where does the Xu Immortal Family plan to go next?"

Xuan Yu was full of excitement.

"Ruyi Temple on Yunmeng Mountain."

"..."

Xuan Yu instantly calmed down.

...

Cizhao Temple, also known as Da Ci Temple, is not far from Yunmeng Mountain. The abbots and elders of the temple often visit Ruyi Temple to discuss with those Daoists.

However, what they discuss is not Zen or Buddhist Teachings, nor the true Daoist scriptures, but rather things related to alchemy and life-threatening sorcery.

Cizhao Temple is adept at extracting wealth and runs numerous lands and properties; Ruyi Temple is skilled at forcibly taking life, killing to extend life.

The temple and the temple each take what they need, colluding with each other, becoming the two overlords in the Quyang region.

Xu Qing was not surprised by this; monasteries and temples accumulating land and wealth is the norm, those truly practicing clear cultivation, only for meditation and enlightenment, rescuing the world, are instead the minority.

After delivering the flesh-eating monks of Little Ci Temple, Xu Qing saw more clearly the different plagues of these two temples.

The harm of Cizhao Temple is like a blunt knife cutting meat, killing without blood; Ruyi Temple is like a gleaming beheading knife hung over the neck, causing bloodshed in an instant!

Xu Qing didn't know which of the two temples was more formidable; he pondered for a moment and finally chose to go to Ruyi Temple, where Baiyun Daoist resided.

He was going to avenge Xuan Yu, and with Baiyun Daoist conveniently absent from the temple, such a golden opportunity, if he didn't rob the pagoda once and give the old Taoist a surprise, wouldn't it be a waste?

So Xu Qing followed the guidance of the map, threw his shoes to ask for directions at confusing junctions, and after a half-day of looping around, finally entered the boundaries of Yunmeng Mountain.

This mountain is shrouded in mist year-round, teeming with snakes and poisonous creatures, making it a desolate and smoke-free place.

Ruyi Temple is located just outside the poisonous mist shroud of Yunmeng Mountain, surrounded by traces of living people, and speckled villages.

It was late October at the time, the mountainous paths wet with dew and overgrown grass; when people passed by, their clothes became soaked, and a cold wind would easily bring on a fever.

Being a zombie and mastering the transformation of Fur Corpse, Xu Qing, who belonged to the mountains and forests, did not worry about these things. On his journey, apart from feeling the corpse hair on his body growing slightly faster than usual, there was nothing unusual.

It was only Xuan Yu, who feared wetness and loathed water, who had taken out the Water-Repelling Pearl early, sitting on the saddle with his fur remaining dry and smooth throughout.

Passing by a village, with sparse gravestones around, and occasionally a few black crows sweeping past dry branches, Xu Qing wanted to investigate Ruyi Temple's background, so he turned in nearby.

The mountain village was as silent as a tomb; walking through it, Xu Qing even felt it was more eerie than the deep forest wilderness.

The instant he entered the village, he thought he had returned home!

Leading the horse from the village entrance to the center, Xu Qing found every household tightly closed, except for a solitary house at the village's end, with its courtyard gate wide open, though it looked more like it had been forcibly broken from outside.

The two gates before the small courtyard had one fallen to the ground, and one half-hanging, its bottom hinge already detached from the threshold stone.

Xu Qing inhaled softly, detecting a faint bloody scent.

No, it wasn't a faint scent, but two!

Xu Qing frowned slightly; he was very sensitive to the smell of human blood, and besides it, a fetal blood scent made him feel uncomfortable from the core.

Since taking up the duty at Bao Sheng Temple, Xu Qing developed an odd sense for maternal and infant breath; whenever a woman passed by, he could detect whether she was pregnant.

This ability seemed to be an innate talent possessed by the Bao Sheng goddess from her birth.

With suspicion in his heart, Xu Qing immediately forced his way into the farmhouse.

In the courtyard, Xu Qing saw a side room door that was similarly kicked open, and as he turned in, he saw an old man prone on the ground with his back displaying a distinct pierced wound.

Xu Qing smelled the overwhelming bloody scent from the inner room, mixed with the scorching smell of something being roasted or stewed.

Xuan Yu followed him into the house, Xu Qing frowned but did not stop him.

This trip to Qianzhou was meant to give the cat more experience; spoiling it would only harm it in the future.

With a grim face, Xu Qing approached the inner room, as he lifted the curtain, a fierce shout was heard, alongside the sound of a sword tearing through fabric.

Strips and tatters flew as the curtain lost its cover, the scene inside immediately clear.

Inside, an ugly Daoist with a pockmarked face, his face red with exertion, was trying to thrust the sword in his hand into Xu Qing's chest.

Xuan Yu's anger rushed to the surface, and he asked coldly, "Did you kill the people in the house?"

Xuan Yu saw that he was no match for Xu Qing, so he immediately released the sword hilt, retreated several steps, and paid respects, saying, "Forgive me, fellow Daoist, I thought some idler had barged in, interrupting my alchemical practice. Since it is you who has come, I must offer an apology."