The Corpse Executioner of the Left World

South of Shuikou City, Fusheng’s Coffin Shop.

The cold wind of the twelfth lunar month wrapped in broken snow and scattered it in the backyard of the store.

The cypress in the corner has long since died, its branches are bare, and there is half a hemp rope hanging from the tip. In the cold wind, it looks like a kite with its string broken.

Ren Qing was wearing old patched clothes. He was squatting next to the wood with an adze in his hand, and was carefully cutting a piece of wood along the grain of the wood.

The adze blade scraped across the wood surface, rolling out light yellow shavings.

"Walking, standing, sitting or lying down, amid all the movement and stillness, my heart is like a mountain."

The tip of his nose was red from the cold, but his movements became more agile.

A new coffin in the open space in the backyard has begun to take shape. All it needs is to flatten the wood of the coffin lid and carve some patterns.

"Frog Fairy, I need an ink fountain."

Ren Qing didn't even raise his head, and muttered to himself in the deserted backyard.

The words just fell.

Quack.

The crisp croaking of frogs came from the well in the corner of the courtyard, which was particularly abrupt in this twelfth month when everything is silent.

Immediately, a toad covered in wet mud crawled out. Wearing a dusty Taoist robe, he hurriedly fetched the ink fountain from the steps.

Toad Taoist boy stopped every two steps and handed the ink fountain to Ren Qing in a dull manner. Then he shouted a few more times and returned to the well mouth without daring to step forward.

Ren Qing used an ink fountain to draw ink lines on the surface of the wood.

"A Taoist should not be absent from the Tao even for a moment when he is walking, standing, sitting or lying down."

"General Rat God, bring some wood."

The pile of firewood at the base of the wall rustled for a while, and two black-haired mice quietly appeared. They were also wearing palm-sized Taoist robes, and they worked together to resist the wood and send it to Ren Qing's feet.

Ren Qing brushed the snow off his shoulders and ignored the black rat Taoist boy and continued to process the wood.

The shavings fell on the snow, covering it with a light layer of white.

Squeak! !

The noisy rat barking sounded again and again.

Ren Qing frowned slightly. He accidentally applied too much force and the wood broke.

"Dare to ruin the poor Taoist practice."

He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw two black rat Taoist boys froze in place, and then fell to the ground without warning. The robes flew away like smoke, revealing the corpses of two ordinary rats.

"The Taoist boy enlightened by the mouse has poor intelligence and will never be able to achieve enlightenment."

"The toad's intelligence is acceptable, but after enlightenment, his longevity cannot break through the innate limit."

Ren Qing looked around the backyard and noticed that there were many sparrows stopping at the top of the eaves, so he took out the knife from his waist and trimmed his nails slowly.

Throw your fingernails hard.

The sparrows flapped their wings and fought for it. It didn’t take long before one caught it in its mouth. The moment it swallowed its fingernail, a Taoist robe was added to its body out of thin air, transforming into a Taoist boy’s costume.

"Well, let me call you...Sparrow Fairy."

"Go to the box in the window and get the rivets."

Ren Qing gestured in the direction of the woodshed, and the sparrow Taoist boy naturally obeyed.

The two rat corpses had been thrown under the banyan tree by the toad Taoist boy.

"Pindao, an immortal, can only do some childlike enlightenment in this world."

Ren Qing looked melancholy, sighed and continued busy with his work.

He came to this world half a month ago. The original owner had a high fever and died, and he just became his own body and was reborn.

The previous life was a technologically advanced Blue Star, but it was also an era of Dharma end with exhausted spiritual energy.

At that time, Ren Qing was suffering from terminal rash before he was thirty years old. After failing to study medicine, he began to pursue immortality. He read almost all the fragments of ancient books, but it was a pity that he still had difficulty getting started.

Later I discovered a different way to become an immortal.

Autopsy.

After spending all his wealth to refine an elixir that is said to protect the soul, he also found the site where ancient immortals retreated, and he wore a bunch of miscellaneous antique magical artifacts. By chance, the corpse was successfully exhumed.

"When a sergeant raises his body and ascends to the void, he is called a heavenly immortal; when a sergeant inhabits grains and eats clouds of clouds, he is called an earthly immortal; when a corporal officer dies and sheds his body, he is called an immortal."

"I lived in the spirit for several years in my previous life. In the hospital, he abandoned his body and gained enlightenment, but his soul soared into this world."

A trace of cruelty flashed across Ren Qing's eyes. This world was not much different from his previous life. No matter how he breathed in the morning glow or how he sensed his body and soul, it didn't work.

"Is it also the end of the Dharma era with exhausted spiritual energy?"

"Since I have become an immortal, I should be in the immortal world. If I still have no way to enter the Tao after becoming an immortal, wouldn't I become an immortal in vain?"

My name as a Corpse Executioner is not worthy of my name, that is, my flesh and bones can enlighten small creatures. After enlightenment, they are still essentially birds and beasts. And after experiments, the lifespan of the bird and beast Taoist boy will not increase at all.

Only the initial awakening of spiritual wisdom, and a slight improvement in physical fitness.

Ren Qing glanced at Toad Taoist, who lowered his head and said nothing in recognition of current affairs.

The Taoist Toad exhaled a long breath and silently got back to the bottom of the well. He knew that if he wanted to live a long time, he had to reduce his sense of existence as much as possible.

The Immortal Chang is very short-sighted, and the Taoist boy changed several batches in just half a month.

The backyard returned to silence.

Ren Qing skillfully rounded the corners of the coffin lid, but heard footsteps coming from the back room.

As soon as he thought, the Taoist boys scattered and hid.

"Aqing?"

The door was pushed open.

Ren Shanshi walked out wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket. He was in his early forties and looked more mature than his peers, with a face full of wrinkles.

"Ah Qing, have you been working here until now?"

He scolded, his eyes fell on the coffin, and his tone was a little softer, "These lines are really bad. It's all neat and tidy."

"By the way, Ah Qing, this is Mr. Chen."

Ren Qing patted the sawdust on his body and noticed that there was a government servant following behind Ren Shanshi.

Chen Qi has a capable figure, and the scabbard of the sword on his waist is polished to a shine. "Brother Ren, your boy had a bad cold half a month ago. It has only been a few days since he recovered, and he is already able to help make coffins."

Ren Shanshi complained, but his tone couldn't hide his pride, "He just can't stay idle. The doctor asked him to take care of him more, but he decided to do it here."

Ren Qing didn't answer. Pretending to be embarrassed, he said: "I've seen Capt. Chen."

Chen Qi didn't say much, looked outside the hospital and said: "Brother Ren, a decapitated corpse will be delivered to the backyard later, please excuse me." You guys have to pack it up, it will be buried early tomorrow morning."

Ren Shanshi nodded and said, "Don't worry, Capt. Chen, I guarantee that it will be done neatly."

Chen Qi took out the money bag and handed it to Ren Shanshi, and said softly: "I'm going back to the Yamen first. You should know that you can't talk too much about official matters. Let Xiao Liu bring the body over later."

"I know."

After that, the old catcher hurriedly left, and his figure quickly disappeared deep into the alley.

Ren Shanshi's smile faded and he sighed, "Ah Qing, thank you for making the coffin in your spare time. The specifications are just right for placing this corpse."

"Dad, what is the origin of the corpse?"

Ren Shanshi hesitated for a moment and explained: "Song Baizhou of Ruyiguan."

"Song Daozhang? Didn't Chen Captou mean the decapitated corpse? Did he commit a crime?"

The Ruyi Temple is small in size, with only a dozen Taoist priests, but it is the only Taoist temple in this remote town of Hekou. As for Buddhist temples, Ren Qing has not seen any bald donkeys in this world so far.

Ren Qing knew that Song Baizhou had been the host of the temple for decades and had a good reputation. He often hosted weddings and weddings.

"Aqing is related to the Shengxian Sect."

Ren Shanshi described the Shengxian Sect with fear, his eyes constantly scanning outside the courtyard.

Just in the middle of last month, all the thirteen people in the farm on the outskirts of Hekou City died without their bodies intact. It is said that there is an altar of the Shengxian Sect on the spot.

When the police arrived, there was no trace of the Shengxian Sect.

The Shengxian Sect is a group of lunatics who talk about becoming immortals.

Ren Shanshi showed fear, "I also heard from Chen Captou that this Taoist Song has always been a kind man. Who would have thought that he was related to the Shengxian Sect?"

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Even, Song Baizhou happened three days ago. Wu would sacrifice the orphan boy's blood, and thanks to the lucky chance that the orphan boy escaped from the view, the Yamen noticed it and put a lot of effort into arresting him."

"Yes, he is finally dead."

Ren Shanshi did not notice the strangeness in the child's tone.

Ren Qing lowered his head and polished the wood. He was not surprised at all, but eager to try, as if he had foreseen Song Baizhou's death.

In fact, the reason for Song Baizhou's execution was indeed himself.

Ren Qing had just arrived in this world when the cold had begun to recover, and he followed Ren Shanshi to the Ruyi Temple to offer incense.

He noticed that something was wrong with Song Baizhou's state. He was obviously cut off from life, but he was still alive. But other than that, he was an ordinary mortal in all aspects.

Later, I learned about the existence of Shengxian Sect.

Ascension to immortality? ! !

What a loud tone! ! !

The Shengxian Sect claims to have teachings without distinction. There are 3,000 ways to become immortals in the sect, and it has many disciples. I want to see if you live up to your name!

Ren Qing had previously spent most of his energy planning Song Baizhou.

First, they used birds and beasts to create chaos and let the children escape. Then they dug up a large number of bones in the back mountain of Ruyiguan and pushed Song Baizhou onto the gate of Caishikou.

It happened that Fusheng Coffin Shop secretly colluded with Chen Captou. The corpses that should have been burned together were often bribed and handed over to Ren Shanshi for burial in coffins.

Even if the Shengxian Sect did not intervene, Song Baizhou's disciples would not watch their master's body disappear.

Of course, even if Song Baizhou didn't send Fusheng's coffin shop, Ren Qing still had the means to contact him.

"Song Baizhou is definitely not the only one of the Shengxian cultists in Hekou. Fortunately, the Yamen acted quickly, otherwise things will inevitably change."

Dong dong dong.

The father and son looked at each other.

Ren Shanshi quickly opened the door and saw a young detective pushing a cart containing the body, and Song Baizhou's head was placed alone in a bamboo basket.

Zhao Xiaoliu’s face turned pale, he kept coughing softly, and he avoided looking at the corpse.

"Ahem."

"Shopkeeper Ren, I...I have brought the body."

Ren Qing looked at Zhao Xiaoliu without any trace, always feeling that the latter was too scared, while Ren Shanshi beside him had already taken the bamboo basket, and his head was heavy.

"Don't worry, sir, I'll get it done for you tomorrow morning."

"Ahem, well...Thanks to shopkeeper Ren. I feel unwell and should go ahead."

Zhao Xiaoliu didn't want to stay any longer and staggered back the way he came.

The father and son transported the cart into the backyard.

Ren Shanshi said worriedly: "Ah Qing, you are just cold. The doctor asked you to take more rest. Don't catch the cold again. Why not go back to the house and rest."

Ren Qing's eyes fell on the straw mat. On the wrapped body, "Dad, I'm fine for a long time. Please give me a hand. This job seems to be heavy. You will inevitably have to work all night. I'm afraid you won't be able to endure it."

Ren Shanshi hesitated for a few breaths, but finally did not refuse.

"Alright."

"The work of the coffin is rough. Ah Qing, please don't get involved. Just help dad look at the body. We will clean it up together later."

"Okay."

Ren Qing took advantage of Ren Shanshi to enter and exit the warehouse and opened a corner of the straw mat.

The headless corpse's limbs were stiff, and the monk's robe on his body was full of stains, revealing the patched lining, which showed his frugality during his lifetime.

Ren Qing frowned slightly and noticed that the gap at the neck of the corpse was stuffed with yellow mud.

Wrong.

It seems that the body is filled with a lot of yellow mud.

At the same time, the skin surface of the corpse's arms was covered with blood marks scratched by fingernails, and they were all densely packed with the word "Become an Immortal".

"Is there really any magic method to cut off the vitality before beheading?"

Ren Qing was excited. On the surface, this world only had some external skills to polish his strength. He could only place his hope on the Shengxian Sect. As long as there were traces of practice on the corpse, he could try to continue to plan for the inheritance of the Taoism.

"Hey."

He found that the cloth shoes on the left and right feet of the corpse were unevenly worn. After a little exploration, he pulled out a few yellowed book pages from the interlayer of the insole.

The cover of the book page is badly damaged, with three characters vaguely written on it.

"A Record of Becoming an Immortal?"

Ren Qing glanced at Ren Shanshi and continued to read. The handwriting on it was scrawled quickly, as if written in extreme excitement, including the first few lines.

"When you enter my Immortal Sect, your mortal bones will become true. Everyone who believes in my ancestor's teachings has a share. 』

"What a mess of limericks, becoming an immortal is child's play."

"Absurd."

The content of the Immortal Record is easy to understand, and can even be said to be too crude. There are a lot of pictures interspersed to describe how to become an immortal. It is mentioned that the Shengxian Sect has three thousand categories of immortality methods.

The book records two types of whimsical ways to become immortals.

"Song Baizhou should have practiced this...Huangnixian during his lifetime."

The practice of Huang Nixian requires that you turn yourself into a clay sculpture. The first step is to hollow out the bones and flesh and fill it with yellow mud. Once it is completed, the physical body will gradually become stiff, the spiritual consciousness will gradually expand, and it will be incense from thousands of families.

It only takes about seven years to finally achieve Huangnixian by following the steps.

"Haha."

There is also a category called reborn immortals, but the content is incomplete. The way of practice is to seal oneself in a gloomy wooden coffin and then bury it underground. As long as someone pours blood on the grave every day, the old body can be shed.

After shedding the old body seven times in a row, you will be able to become a reborn immortal. The difficulty is that the demand for the blood on the tomb increases each time.

"Why does it feel like the Shengxian Sect's method of tricking others into joining the gang? Anyway, just kill yourself and directly declare to the outside world that you have become an immortal."

Ren Qing was extremely disappointed and was immediately interrupted by the sound made by Ren Shanshi.

Ren Shanshi has completed the coffin, with a layer of grain spread inside and insect-proof hay placed everywhere. "Aqing, is there nothing weird?"

Ren Qing put the Immortal Record into his arms and hid it close to his body.

"Dad, look at Taoist Song's hand, there are many writings on it."

Ren Shanshi caught a glimpse of the corpse's arm, his face solemn, "Aqing, don't talk about this matter outside, just let it rot in our stomachs, it will involve more things for the Shengxian Sect than less things."

"Yes, I understand."

After saying that, he took out the needle and stitched his head skillfully.

The corpse quickly became complete, except for a hideous suture on the neck.

"Put it in the coffin." Ren Shanshi rubbed his sore waist.

The father and son worked together to put the body into the coffin, and the coffin lid was in place.

"Aqing, bring the rivets..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Bang.

A dull knocking sound came from the coffin and was clearly audible.

Ren Shanshi was in disbelief and stood there with eyes wide open.

Bang bang.

Bang bang bang.

The knocking sounds are getting louder and denser.

"Fake...fake a corpse?!" Ren Shanshi has lived for most of his life and has never seen such a weird thing before, and he didn't react for a while.

Bang! !

The coffin lid fell heavily to the ground.

Ren Qing looked towards the coffin, but it was no longer Song Baizhou's body.

But a clay statue of an immortal!

The whole body of the immortal statue is made of yellow clay. The facial features are thick and colorful, the eyes are two sudden red masses, and the corners of the mouth are grinning, revealing a smile. The appearance is indeed that of Song Baizhou.

Even the Taoist robe has been integrated into the immortal statue.

"It...it opened its eyes!!" Ren Shanshi protected the child.

The eyes of the immortal statue opened with a smile. Almost at the same time, the candles in the coffin shop trembled and went out in unison!

Darkness engulfs the backyard.

Ren Shanshi quickly took out the fire stick, and the orange-red fire rekindled.

The father and son looked at each other, and the immortal statue in the coffin was nowhere to be found.

"Impossible."

Ren Shanshi stared at the mud stains and murmured to himself, his face flickering in the firelight, "Is it a human or a ghost!!"

Ren Qing licked his lips, feeling quite relieved.

It’s done!

It really happened! ! !