The Secret Way of Immortality

Ren Qing walked around the Temple of the Child-Giving Goddess several times, but his double pupils didn't detect anything unusual, indicating that there weren't many cultivators in the temple.

He only saw a few scattered tile-roofed houses, including the main hall and the living quarters, which looked extremely simple.

This showed that the yamen had strict control over Taoist temples and Buddhist monasteries, making it impossible for large-scale halls to appear.

This made Ren Qing somewhat suspicious.

The Temple of the Child-Giving Goddess was either backed by a jailer or a gang, with the temple being one of the ways the force supported its cultivators.

As dusk approached, the Qing River crossed the west of the city, causing mosquitoes to come out.

Ren Qing impatiently waved his hand, even though the mosquitoes couldn't pierce his skin, the noisy sounds kept echoing in his ears.

After finishing the candied hawthorns in his hand, he was about to leave the temple fair.

Suddenly, Ren Qing noticed that in addition to the mosquitoes, there were also a large number of green bottle flies, which were most fond of decaying odors.

Normally, he probably wouldn't have cared, but since it involved jailers, he couldn't help but pay more attention.

It would be nice to earn some blood crystals from this, but of course, Ren Qing knew that his own life safety was the priority.

His brow furrowed, and his double pupils were used to the fullest extent, using the faint light of the setting sun to reflect the surrounding objects into his eyes.

Something's strange...

Ren Qing walked a few meters forward, but then stopped again, and then returned to the street as if nothing had happened.

The temple fair was coming to an end, and many residents were sparsely walking towards their homes, and the reluctant cries of children could be faintly heard.

Ren Qing randomly found a wonton stall.

The stall owner was preparing to pack up, but when he saw Ren Qing sitting down, he quickly started boiling water.

After a short while, the wontons were placed on the table.

Ren Qing picked up his chopsticks with a slightly sluggish movement and tasted the wontons, a flash of spiritual light flashed between his eyebrows, which was a sign of body and soul separation.

The stall owner shivered, feeling his hair stand on end.

Ren Qing's No-Eye Technique was close to the bottleneck, and the application of body and soul separation was more flexible, although he still couldn't do it at will.

The soul didn't jump out of the body, but followed the double pupils to perceive the surroundings.

The rustling sounds on the street gradually disappeared, and the mind seemed to be in mid-air, although it only lasted for a few breaths.

Ren Qing's face was pale, and the place where people gathered concentrated a lot of Qi and blood, which was indeed extremely lethal to the soul.

Even though he didn't completely separate, he still had lingering fears.

Ren Qing confirmed that the abnormality he had discovered before was not an overthinking, and there was no danger.

It was actually a strangely dead body, which attracted some flies.

After paying for the wontons, he walked slowly towards a certain place in the temple fair.

A towering tree stood in a corner where no one passed by, it was summer, but the branches were all withered and yellow, and the leaves were scattered all over the ground.

Ren Qing's right palm drilled out a large seedling knife.

The blade scraped past, and black blood flowed out of the gap, from which you could see the rotten corpse being stuffed inside the tree trunk, having been dead for at least several days.

What made Ren Qing deeply afraid was that the corpse's chest and abdomen had been hollowed out, and the surface of the skin was covered with scratches of varying sizes.

It was almost exactly the same as the rat people who died in the Mud Rot Society.

But the corpse inside the tree trunk was not a cultivator, and he didn't see any signs of flesh and blood alienation. Opening the chest and abdomen seemed to be looking for a strange object.

Several rats gnawed on the flesh and blood of the corpse, eating until their fur was shiny.

Ren Qing noticed that the soil at the roots of the ancient tree had traces of being turned over, and immediately reacted.

The sound of bones colliding rang out.

The Dragon Snake Spine extended from the Alien Mouth, like a spear directly piercing into the ground, the hard soil layer was as if nothing.

Ren Qing closed his eyes and controlled the natal magic weapon to explore it.

When the Dragon Snake Spine was lifted up, the end was carrying a palm-sized scale armor, which was obviously from a lizard-like cultivator.

Land...

Ren Qing thought for a long time, why would the Land target the Temple of the Child-Giving Goddess, could it be that the Summer Grass Art had some mystery worthy of his action?

But the Land attacked ordinary people, perhaps to avoid hitting the rat and breaking the vase?

It was already dark.

The temple fair was almost over, and the stalls were gradually leaving.

Ren Qing found Zhu Ding's figure. The other party had just come out of the Temple of the Child-Giving Goddess, and reached out to grab him.

"It saves me a trip."

"Go find Zhao the scribe in the yamen, and tell him that I asked him to contact the jailer. Go and come back quickly."

Zhu Ding's expression was surprised and uncertain. If it involved the jailer, wouldn't it be related to the strange things he encountered in Camel Mountain?

He quickly ran away, and it took him less than half the time to get from the temple fair to the yamen.

After a short while, more than a dozen constables blocked the entrance to the temple fair.

Ren Qing chose to stand on the eaves next to the tree and blow the wind. When the jailer approached, he suddenly felt several figures behind him.

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Unexpectedly, just the death of ordinary people was enough for five jailers to come, including Jiang Feng and Luo Niang, the temple host of the Temple of the Child-Giving Goddess.

When Jiang Feng saw that it was Ren Qing, the two nodded to each other tacitly.

The leading jailer was about fifty years old, and his neck was several times thicker than ordinary people, and his head was the same, looking extremely strange.

They didn't ask Ren Qing, and silently walked towards the towering ancient tree.

Only Luo Niang hesitated to speak, but in the end she wisely closed her mouth.

Everyone came to the ancient tree, the bark was rudely peeled off by Jiang Feng, and the corpse was unintentionally revealed. The clothes he was wearing were similar to Luo Niang's, and it was from the Temple of the Child-Giving Goddess.

"It's already the third person in the temple..."

Luo Niang's expression seemed a little solemn, she didn't know what the killer's intention was.

The other jailers didn't reply, their faces were more indifferent, as if they had expected the appearance of the corpse.

The corpse was soon taken away by the fire worker sent by the yamen, and the blood stains were also cleaned up.

The jailers left one after another.

Ren Qing hesitated to speak when he saw this. Is there no blood crystal reward for providing clues? !!

Just as he looked disappointed, Jiang Feng deliberately slowed down half a step and threw out a blood crystal with a relatively bright color.

Ren Qing quickly caught it, weighed it in his palm, and it was at least about two stones.

Jiang Feng said with a smile: "I'm leaving, don't pay attention to this matter. If there is a task, it will be notified by the Nether Crow."

He turned and disappeared into the darkness, and Ren Qing behind him frowned.

The jailers' attitude towards the Land is very subtle.

Logically speaking, the Land's situation is different from Song Rong's. The latter only kills ordinary people, so the jailer hall didn't pay much attention at the time.

But the Land has already killed several cultivators, including even semi-corpse realm.

Ren Qing felt that it was impossible for the jailer hall to not find the other party with their means.

Unless... they don't dare to attack the Land.

The Land has more than one kind of strange object on his body. If a forbidden area is formed, it may be no less than the Disaster Elimination Forbidden Area.

So the jailer hall used the Summer Grass Art to lure the Land, in order to achieve a certain purpose. It can be seen that this kind of spell is definitely special.

The constables withdrew one after another.

After Ren Qing returned to the fire worker hall, he kept thinking about whether to intervene.

The Summer Grass Art's mutation involves bacteria, and Immaculate and Undyed may have clues to prolonging life?

There is no need to worry about the problem of dead people or meat. In this era where spells represent productivity, anything is possible.

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