The Secret Way of Immortality

Ren Qing strolled around Sanxiang City, taking the opportunity to understand the current situation in Xiangxiang.

He discovered that the city gates had been opened, and he could see some merchants and镖局 (security escort agencies) leaving Sanxiang City.

This indicated that the towns and villages in Xiangxiang had been resettled, and the turmoil caused by the Ksitigarbha summoning souls had mostly subsided.

Ren Qing also noticed the undercurrents between gangs, which indirectly affected all walks of life, even the entire Sanxiang City.

It wasn't really about fighting for territory.

Actually, after the news of the Yang God realm spread, the gangs changed their attitude from resisting in the past to trying their best to send talented cultivators to the Imprisonment Hall.

Since the Imprisonment Hall would inevitably expand, and it was impossible to stop it, it was better to get a piece of the pie.

Once they gained the recognition of the Imprisonment Hall like the Mud Rot Gang, the resources the gang would acquire in the future would greatly increase.

The existence of the Yang God realm at least showed that the Imprisonment Hall allowed some gangs to have Yin Messenger realm cultivators, but they would inevitably have to submit a certificate of allegiance.

But just a few months ago, they all sneered at the Mud Rot Gang.

Unknowingly, Ren Qing walked into some remote streets and found that many martial arts schools were recruiting apprentices, even without requiring money.

Martial arts schools had some gang background.

The Imprisonment Hall naturally turned a blind eye to this. As long as the gangs didn't cause casualties to the people, they were actually tacitly allowed by the yamen.

The streets seemed mixed, and the shouts of the stalls were endless.

"Bull Strength Pills, as long as you eat one, you will be strong and powerful..."

"Breaking a large stone on the chest..."

"Come, come, come, come and see the martial arts secrets. After learning them, you can walk on walls and move giant stones with ease."

Ren Qing stopped with a complicated expression, bent down and picked up a martial arts secret book, flipped through a few pages, and then put it back on the stall.

The stall owner hurriedly said when he saw this, "Don't you want the secret book? You can take it away with a few coins."

"No, thanks."

Ren Qing shook his head and turned to leave.

The stall owner keenly noticed the Imprisonment Hall token on Ren Qing's waist, and immediately showed a look of fear, secretly thinking that he had eyes but didn't recognize Mount Tai.

Ren Qing didn't expect these secret books to be real.

I'm afraid they were circulated from the martial arts building of the yamen, and must have been authorized by the Imprisonment Hall.

This can explain many things. Everyone understands the principle of 'poor in writing, rich in martial arts'. Since martial arts are no longer prohibited, more food is certainly needed to support martial arts.

The Imprisonment Hall should be planning to expand the farmland in An'nan Town. Animal husbandry is the same. The price of ingredients will definitely drop.

The changes in Xiangxiang seem inconspicuous, but in fact, they affect the whole body.

Ren Qing shook his head, no matter what, he should strengthen his strength first.

Even if the situation is turbulent, as long as he has the cultivation to protect himself, he doesn't have to worry too much, so the top priority is to advance to the Yin Messenger realm.

But after all, it takes a full two hundred years of lifespan. Relying on the ghost market on the fifteenth of every month, I'm afraid it will take a lot of time to collect enough.

Ren Qing pondered for a moment.

He was preparing to find an opportunity to go to the place in the Imprisonment Hall where the spell books were stored. Even if he couldn't find a life-extending method, he could master spells suitable for being a jailer.

And figure out what is different about the Yin Messenger realm, and have a plan in advance.

The ghost wolf transformation is indeed strong. When Ren Qing completes all three weird changes, it will even be comparable to a Yin Messenger realm cultivator who is biased towards auxiliary spells.

However, the ghost wolf is located in a desert terrain, which will inevitably be greatly restricted.

He can't stay in Xiangxiang for too long, and he will inevitably come into contact with the water swamp.

Ren Qing pinched the bridge of his nose, and suddenly remembered that Wuwu Taoist Temple still needed to be emptied. There were really a lot of things in front of him.

He was preparing to take advantage of the Imprisonment Hall's rest period to have a good closed-door retreat, which may last for a few years, until he advanced to the Yin Messenger realm.

Ren Qing sent letters to familiar jailers through the crows, and then returned to the Fireworker Hall, preparing to go to Abi Hell.

Bo Feng and the others were all in the courtyard. There were no corpses to deal with these days, but everyone's faces were a little sad.

They were surprised to find Ren Qing, after all, they hadn't seen him for some time.

Ren Qing couldn't help but be stunned, and then asked, "Where's Xiao Wu?"

Bo Feng hesitated slightly, and finally said the whole story with a wry smile, it was because of Xiao San'er.

According to him, Xiao San'er had gone mad and swallowed the only good eye he had after digging it out.

In addition, Xiao Wu's mother was unwell, so he asked for leave to stay at home these days.

Xiao Wu specifically told Bo Feng before leaving, don't tell Ren Qing, mainly because he was afraid of causing trouble for the latter.

Ren Qing shook his head helplessly.

It's really worrying. Xiao San'er probably wanted to master the Eyeless Method, but the difficulty of cultivating spells is too high.

He asked Bo Feng for Xiao Wu's address, and then strode away.

The courtyard was slightly remote, but with Xiao Wu's status as a yamen runner and Xiao San'er's joining the Bloodhound Gang, no one dared to provoke him.

Even residents deliberately detoured when passing by.

As soon as Ren Qing approached the courtyard, he smelled a strong smell of herbal medicine wafting out, as well as suppressed coughs.

Several children were playing a game of throwing stones in front of the door, and they couldn't help but be afraid when they saw Ren Qing.

Ren Qing knew that these were Xiao Wu's younger siblings, so he took out some change and wanted to give it to them, but the children scattered in a panic.

After the movement outside, Xiao Wu hurriedly walked out holding a porcelain bowl containing medicine.

He said embarrassedly, "Brother Qing..."

After a few words of greeting, Xiao Wu was inevitably a little estranged after not seeing him for a long time, especially since Ren Qing had already become an immortal in the mouths of the yamen runners.

Ren Qing touched Xiao Wu's head.

He noticed the old woman basking in the sun in the courtyard, and couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Wu, what's the matter with your mother?"

Xiao Wu seemed very open-minded, and explained softly, "It's okay, the doctor said it's the limit of life, and she won't live long."

Ren Qing narrowed his eyes to check. Without the assistance of the information flow, the old woman's spirit was indeed showing a weakening trend.

Although mortals can live up to about fifty years old, they usually reach their limit in their early forties.

This reminded him of the old mother in Bazhi Village. He would go back to see her before retreating, at least to end a cause and effect from his predecessor.

Ren Qing didn't have a good way to deal with this. Corpse food only extends life by two hundred days, and besides, birth, old age, sickness and death are common.

The old woman weakly asked, "A'Wu, who's here..."

Xiao Wu was about to explain, but he heard Ren Qing answer, "Auntie, I'm a doctor in the city, here to help Xiao San'er with his illness."

"Then please come in quickly, please come in quickly, old gentleman."

The old woman's eyes were obviously blurred, and she struggled to get up.

Seeing this, Ren Qing used Dream Entry, and the old woman fell asleep in a trance, with slight snoring, and her expression became much more relaxed.

Spells have a great effect on mortals, and can make the old woman sleep better in the future.

"Thank you, Brother Qing."

"Go see Xiao San'er."

Xiao Wu led Ren Qing to a side room, which was silent.

Ren Qing waved his hand and directly pushed the door open and walked into the side room. Xiao San'er was squatting in the corner, and didn't react at all when he saw someone.

"Xiao San'er."

Xiao San'er turned his head, his mouth moved, not knowing what to say.

Ren Qing said with a wry smile, "I can help you restore your eyesight, but whether you want to practice spells or not depends on yourself."

"Thank you, Immortal Ren."

Xiao San'er kowtowed respectfully, and the original eagerness for quick success was smoothed out by the experience during this period.

Ren Qing closed his eyes and split his soul into Wuwu Taoist Temple.

The pond was damaged even more severely, and he could still hear roars from Wuwu Hall, which showed that the Heavenly Daozi was going crazy again.

He took the opportunity to return to the Council Hall, and then pulled Xiao San'er's consciousness into it.

Imaginary spells are not very useful, but they have miraculous effects on physical defects. Of course, the disadvantage is that the flesh and blood will become delicious, and each person can only cultivate it once.

Ren Qing created a imaginary spell called "Eye-Generating Fearless Technique", which directly acted on Xiao San'er.

Xiao San'er only felt a warm current rushing into his head, and subconsciously touched his eye sockets, as if something was growing rapidly inside.

"Cherish it."

Ren Qing took out the secret book of the Eyeless Method and threw it to Xiao San'er, which contained a lot of annotations, which could avoid some detours.

He politely declined Xiao Wu's invitation to stay for dinner and returned directly to the Fireworker Hall.

Ren Qing dripped some blood on the Imprisonment Hall token. The familiar doorway appeared in front of him, and he soon arrived at Abi Hell after stepping into it.

What came into view were large areas of Tai Sui forest, but the feeling it gave him was not vitality, but a strange and inexplicable gloom.

The Tai Sui Dao Lord in the sky was still lying there, with spots of corpses on his skin.

Without the blood rain blocking his vision, Ren Qing stood on a high place and looked around, and found that the terrain inside the Imprisonment Hall had undergone considerable changes.

The rope knot cave was also gone.

There were not many jailers, and now because there was no entrance or exit from the stomach wall, he couldn't see a few people at a glance.

Originally, if he wanted to check the spell books or exchange for weird items, he should go to a place called Mountain Ghost Cave.

Now, where can he find any trace of it? Only the obvious Secret Pavilion still stands.

Ren Qing simply walked towards the Secret Pavilion, just to ask the head in the jar about the Mountain Ghost Cave.

He also summoned the husky, and it took a few minutes to reach the high tower.

Walking into the Secret Pavilion, Ren Qing found that the decoration inside was not much different, the books were still old, and it was still the same deserted.

However, the map hanging on the wall on the second floor was replaced with a new one.

The map marked the location of the water swamp, which was the Gobi Desert on both sides of the Yang God realm forbidden area. The nearest entrance should be north of Heshan Town.

Now Abi Hell covers part of the water swamp. Jailers can still enter and exit the Imprisonment Hall by going to the water swamp. Ren Qing even suspected that some Yin Messenger realm cultivators have already set foot in that desert.

He then came to the third floor of the Secret Pavilion and found the head in the jar staying in the corner.

Ren Qing hesitated for a moment and didn't rush to disturb him, but simply flipped through the books and read some content related to spells.

At the same time, he was multitasking.

The split soul in Wuwu Taoist Temple had already gone to the Fire Refining Palace, searching for clues, planning to empty the tombstone furnace.

After several hours, the head in the jar woke up.

He looked at Ren Qing in surprise, and muttered, "Didn't I seal off the third floor? How could someone come in? Oh... I gave this kid a mark."

The head in the jar asked, "Ren Qing, what do you have to say quickly? I'm injured and need to recuperate."

"How dare I disturb you, senior? I'm just asking about some small things..."