The Secret Way of Immortality

Ren Qing remembered what Taoist Fufeng had mentioned about Three Wood Lane and decided to go and check it out.

He thought he would have to ask passersby to find it, but when his eyes inadvertently swept across a corner of Morning Street, he immediately knew where it was.

Snow-white paper money slowly fell.

Three wood represents punishment, death represents the coffin.

There is a similar saying in Xiangxiang, where three wood refers to the three instruments of torture on the neck, hands, and feet of a prisoner, or it can refer to the coffin after a prisoner's death.

A coffin was carried out of the alley by four people, swaying towards the residential area.

Unless it was a bizarre and tragic death, the people of Morning Street would still bury the body in their own backyard, which was also convenient for worship at any time.

Ren Qing waited until the coffin-carrying team was far away before stepping into the alley, only to feel the light immediately become dim.

The sound of sawing wood echoed in the alley, which clearly showed that the business of Three Wood Lane was indeed good.

The coffin shop was located at the end of the alley. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but the surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped a lot, and the coldness was penetrating.

Ren Qing's expression became serious.

He noticed the substantial resentment not far away, which meant that Three Wood Lane not only sold coffins, but also probably had a lot of corpses.

The coffin shop was not large and looked unremarkable. It was filled with idle coffins, and an old man was carving patterns on them.

The old man was at most a little over a meter tall, and his appearance was extremely frightening.

His limbs showed varying degrees of decay, and he could see traces of stitches with steel needles and cotton thread on his shoulders. Flies were flying around tirelessly.

The old man's face was also stitched up, and his mouth and nose were forcibly sealed.

Ren Qing's arrival did not affect the old man's carving movements at all, but his right hand was a little out of control, and it would tremble from time to time.

"Damn it."

The old man's voice complained softly from the back of his head. Only then did Ren Qing notice that there was actually a mouth growing on the other person's neck.

The old man put down the tools in his hand and walked to a coffin in the house.

"What are you standing there for? Help me move the coffin lid."

Ren Qing took a deep look at the old man.

The old man's voice was neither loud nor soft, just enough not to attract the Tuan Chong.

The other party definitely had cultivation, and might even be in the Nascent Soul stage, but it was relatively restrained, and it was difficult to detect the aura with the naked eye.

Ren Qing felt awe-stricken. How could the Remnant Moon level be so deep?

Before the Wuwu Taoist Temple was destroyed, only one Heavenly Daoist had reached the Yang God realm, and the rest of the core disciples were all in the Core Formation and Foundation Establishment stages.

Perhaps it was because of the Blood Moon?

But even if the Blood Moon could raise the realm of cultivators, it wouldn't make the Yin Constable realm worthless, right?

Ren Qing's mind was full of thoughts. He grabbed the coffin lid with both hands and exerted force.

After the lid fell off, an icy chill came over him. There were a large number of limbs placed in the coffin, all of which were cut off at the root.

The coffin itself was also a magic weapon, somewhat similar to the flesh and blood magic weapon of the Wuwu Taoist Temple, but the materials were not from corpses.

"Just call me Coffin Old. You don't look like you're here to buy a coffin. Who introduced you?"

As Coffin Old spoke, he pulled off his right arm, and dark red, foul-smelling blood gushed out, the smell was extremely pungent.

Ren Qing tentatively replied, "Fufeng..."

Coffin Old nodded.

He didn't choose to stop the bleeding. Instead, he began to pick out a usable arm.

After the blood in Coffin Old's wound turned bright red, he grabbed an arm and skillfully sewed it on.

"You're not even in the Qi Refining stage, your hands and feet are not worth much, I won't accept them."

Ren Qing was a little stunned. The shop that Taoist Fufeng had to remember even when he was crazy was actually used to sell hands and feet.

"Coffin Old, can you check on Fufeng's hands and feet?"

"Hmm?"

Coffin Old frowned and couldn't help but size up the man in front of him.

He had been in Morning Street for so many years, and it was the first time he had met someone who was interested in hands and feet, and he couldn't help but feel a little curious.

But just after Coffin Old inadvertently observed him, he discovered that Ren Qing's physique was very strange.

The true energy was so thin that it could dissipate at any time, and the ribs were complete, unlike someone who could cultivate from birth, but he had a peculiar...

How should I put it, ordinary cultivators adapt to true energy, but he was the opposite.

Coffin Old put down the tools in his hand and said in a gentler tone, "What's your name?"

"Ren Qing."

"I can't recognize any Fufeng. The hands and feet are all in the coffin, find them yourself."

"Thank you, Coffin Old."

Ren Qing reached out and groped in the coffin magic weapon. Streams of information surged before his eyes, and he quickly learned a lot of clues.

The hands and feet had varying degrees of alienation, and the cultivated techniques were different, but they should all be adapted from the Heavenly Dao introductory technique.

But without exception, the cultivation of techniques did not require the cooperation of Heavenly Dao insects.

So where did the true energy come from?

Ren Qing found Fufeng's arm at the bottom of the coffin magic weapon.

The skin of the arm was covered with scars. Fufeng should have cut off the traces of alienation in an attempt to slow down the alienation of his body.

"He should really want to return to the New Moon level, even at the cost of self-mutilation."

Ren Qing put the coffin lid back on and couldn't help but turn his head and ask, "Coffin Old, what can you exchange for hands and feet here?"

Coffin Old narrowed his eyes and replied, "Make a request within my power."

"Hehe, but you have to give me the hands and feet first. As for whether the request can be fulfilled, it doesn't really depend on me."

Ren Qing nodded.

After Taoist Fufeng came to the Remnant Moon level, he had been looking for a way to leave, but unfortunately he had no clues until he was on the verge of death, so he had to ask Coffin Old for help.

But how could Coffin Old do it? Taoist Fufeng eventually ended up dying in a foreign land.

Coffin Old suddenly said, "If you want to sell your hands and feet, you can improve your cultivation first. Come find me after you reach the Foundation Establishment stage."

"I'll leave now, and strive to advance to the Foundation Establishment stage as soon as possible."

Ren Qing immediately agreed, but he was thinking about the monks in the Jailer Hall who were beastified into geckos, who could probably provide an unlimited supply of hands and feet.

He had just stepped to the door of the shop when he turned his head and said, "Coffin Old, may I ask how many strange creatures are there in Morning Street?"

Coffin Old shook his head slightly: "There are three strange creatures in total, namely the Tuan Chong who likes to eavesdrop, so you must speak softly."

"The Hu Yi who likes to peep, you must illuminate the house at night."

"And... remember that there is no night watchman in Morning Street, and there is no night watchman who is three meters tall. If you encounter one, leave immediately."

Ren Qing didn't continue to ask, the relationship between the two hadn't reached that level.

He quickly walked out of the alley and felt the heat of the sun shining on his face. The chill from Three Wood Lane was immediately dispelled a lot.

Coffin Old in the shop opened a coffin, took out a book from it, flipped through it, and muttered to himself after a long time.

"No ribs, blood like silver, skin as thin as cicada wings, cyan flowers gather on the dome..."

"If it weren't for the book that records people born with immortal bones, I would have thought I had hit the jackpot."

………

Ren Qing was skeptical of what Coffin Old said, but one thing he was sure of was that Morning Street was very dangerous and he had to be more careful.

The strange creatures should have the cultivation of the Nascent Soul stage, and the most important thing is that they are invisible and difficult to contact their main body.

Who knows how these monsters were formed, what if the number increases again?

After Ren Qing returned to the courtyard, he began to set it up in a hurry.

The courtyard walls were all reinforced, and copper bells were tied to the entrances and exits. The windows were also completely sealed, leaving no loopholes at all.

Although he was not afraid of fighting with strange creatures, it was indeed not worth the loss at the moment.

By the time Ren Qing was done, it was already getting late, the streets were empty, and only strange insect noises could be heard.

The candlelight was lit, illuminating the narrow厢房 brightly.

The ghost shadow stretched out its body and silently protected Ren Qing.

Ren Qing's attention was on the prison in his abdomen. The separated soul was standing on the island in the center of the lake, and the Heavenly Dao dream seed was suspended in mid-air.

Because it was not the main body performing the technique, and the Heavenly Dao dream seed was not a soul butterfly, it was really difficult to build a ghost market.

He could only try again and again.

When Ren Qing noticed Coffin Old, he understood that there must be many monks hidden in Morning Street, and the ghost market could play its due role.

Although he didn't plan to show his face for the time being, he still had to prepare in advance.

The hazy light and shadow condensed on the island in the center of the lake. The Heavenly Dao dream seed was brought to the extreme. Several dilapidated buildings loomed.

Tian A rode a husky and howled on the shore, showing great interest in the ghost market.

However, just as the building was about to take shape, the ghost market collapsed in the blink of an eye.

Ren Qing didn't feel regret. Compared with the soul butterfly's natural success, building a ghost market with dream seeds undoubtedly required great patience.

He continued to invest his energy until the sound of a gong came from a distance, accompanied by a hoarse and low strange voice.

"It's dry, be careful of fire."

Ren Qing opened his eyes and listened carefully to where the night watchman was walking in Morning Street.

The night watchman's speed was terrifying. The distance between each breath was hundreds of meters, as if he was teleporting out of thin air.

However, when he came to the north side of the street, he seemed to deliberately stay for half a breath.

Ren Qing listened for several hours through the wall. After the sound of the gong disappeared, he refocused his attention on the prison in his abdomen.

While groping slowly, he tried to modify the Netherworld Technique to be similar to the Qingfeng Qi Refining Technique, so that he could absorb true energy without Heavenly Dao insects.

But no matter how Ren Qing changed it, he could not get the approval of the information flow, and he could not even copy the content directly.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have fallen into a misunderstanding.

How could the Heavenly Dao Technique be separated from the Heavenly Dao insects? The two are closely related.

In that case, how did the monks in Jingzhou manage to cultivate the Heavenly Dao Technique...

Wait, the Blood Moon did not completely erase the Heavenly Dao insects. Maybe Jingzhou is still sandwiched between two forces.

The Blood Moon and the Heavenly Dao insects check and balance each other, which also gives Ren Qing a space to take advantage of.

[Earth Immortal Stage: The Heavenly Dao insects integrate into the earth and mountains, giving birth to spiritual veins to accelerate the growth and development of the larvae, and attract monks to come.]

If the Earth Immortal Stage Heavenly Dao insects can spread true energy throughout the air, then monks in such a treasure land seem to not need to rely on Heavenly Dao insects.

However, the identities of the monks and the Heavenly Dao insects seem to be interchanged. The monks become parasites, and the Heavenly Dao insects provide nutrients instead.

No wonder even Morning Street has monks in the Nascent Soul stage.

Theoretically speaking, monks can even reach the Ascension Stage comparable to the Heavenly Strange Realm, but because there are no parasitic Heavenly Dao insects in their bodies, they are far inferior to the Jailer Law in the same realm.

However, the Ascension Stage is the stage where the Heavenly Dao insects break out of the ground. I always feel that they should not be able to advance.

Ren Qing frowned.

If he doesn't cultivate the Heavenly Dao Technique, he will indeed be a bit out of place.

No, it is necessary to contact those adapted Heavenly Dao Techniques, and then create a Heavenly Dao Technique suitable for oneself, pretending to integrate into the group.