Eternal Life Begins with Bug-Refining

  Chapter 195 Watching all things die

  The mountains are raining at night, and the iron horse is glaciers.

  Zuo Chuan walked through the rain curtain, and the rain was still drenching him, "Master Wei, there is a mortal kingdom fighting in front, do you want to go around?"

  Chen Qing stretched out his head and glanced at the sky, "Are you still fighting in this weather?"

   "The brigade detours, don't interfere, I'll go over and have a look."

  Chen Qing flew out of the mist, but arrived at the edge of the battlefield in a short while.

  On the battlefield, the two sides had already drawn up their positions, Qianqi stepped through the rain, and his spears were shining coldly.

  Chen Qing cast Fog Gu, hid his aura, stood on the edge of the battlefield, quietly watching the changes in the battlefield.

  His eyes stayed on those dead people.

   Compared with these mortals, his eyes can see more.

  A mortal died, and Chen Qing was about to observe his soul, but found that a spirit energy flew by, arresting the mortal's soul.

  Chen Qing glanced sideways. He was a Taoist priest in a red robe, harvesting souls from the battlefield.

   It is estimated that this war was also provoked by him.

   Evil cultivators?

   It's just that the cultivation base is too bad.

  Chen Qing stepped on his feet and came to the Taoist priest in red in an instant.

   His eyes flickered and inspected and fell on the Taoist priest in red.

  The Taoist priest in red was obviously taken aback, "Where is the fellow Taoist?"

  Chen Qing didn't answer, but asked: "What was the last thought of this mortal before death?"

  The Taoist priest in red took two steps back slightly, obviously very vigilant against Chen Qing who suddenly appeared.

  Chen Qing was a little impatient, turned his head and continued to look at the battlefield.

  The number of people who died on the battlefield is countless, and now there is no red-clothed Taoist priest to collect their souls, which makes his observation a lot easier.

  Walking all the way from Wu Kingdom, he has seen countless deaths along the way, eight thousand if not ten thousand.

  If you count insects, beasts, trees, flowers and plants, then you don’t know how many there are.

  If he just observed the death of all things, then he should have achieved it long ago.

  Could it be a search for the way of life and death?

  As for the views on life and death, if you ask these people who have just died, you will naturally gain the most.

  Because they just experienced death in a very real way.

  A flying soul flew up, he looked at the battlefield in a daze, and then rushed towards the enemy.

  His body passed through the enemy and was burned by the blood.

   At this time, he realized that he was dead.

"I am dead?"

   What greeted the attack was doubt.

   Then, he shouted to his comrades on the battlefield, "Get out of the way!"

   "Yes, stab him!"

   After shouting for more than half an hour, he suddenly realized: "I'm already dead, what are you doing?"

   "Go back and look at the wife and son at home. I don't know what they will do after I die."

  Flying Soul drifted towards his home, Chen Qing reached out and grabbed the Taoist priest in red.

  The Taoist priest in red wanted to resist, but found that his aura was under the pressure of Chen Qing, and he couldn't move at all.

  At this time, he didn't know that he had met Jian Ji.

   "Senior, can you let me live?"

   "I'm already seventy, and I'm only on the ninth level of Qi Refining. I just want to build a foundation!"

  Chen Qing looked sideways, "I'm more curious about what happens when mortals die, you follow me."

   After chasing for a long time, Chen Qing landed in a secluded small village with the Taoist priest in red.

  The mortal soul first went to the private school, watched his son studying in the private school for an afternoon, and then followed his son back home in a daze.

  Chen Qing pointed at the mortal soul, and asked, "Are there many mortals who die like this and return home?"

  The Taoist priest in red said: "Most of the people who died in the war are like this."

   "There are still a small number of people who will linger near the enemy's family because of resentment."

   "Some will turn into ghosts because they are close to places where Yin Qi gathers."

  Chen Qing looked at the souls of mortals groping here and there in his yard, and asked, "What do mortals like this think the most after death?"

  The Taoist priest in red knew that he could not resist, so he had to obey obediently, "Is there any other idea, I want to live."

   "Except for those who die in their hearts, almost all people think that they will not be reconciled after death."

   "They, want to live."

   "Don't want to die."

  Chen Qing took the Taoist priest in red to stay in this secluded small mountain village for seven days, and witnessed the soul of this mortal from yearning for his family to being unwilling.

  Finally, he had no choice but to dissipate in his own home.

  His resentment is not strong enough to transform into a ghost.

  Chen Qing took the Taoist priest in red, walking around the streets, and met another beggar.

   This beggar has been begging for a living since he was a child, but now, not to mention forty years old, he looks like an old man.

   Walking staggeringly, he seemed to know that he couldn't make it through, so he calmly found a bad temple and waited to die.

  Living is a burden for him, and it might be better to die.

  The Taoist priest in red said: "It seems that this kind of beggar has nothing, and the least memory after death, and the soul dissipates the fastest."

  Chen Qing asked: "Then such mortal souls are not strong enough, what methods do you usually use to keep them in the world?"

  Hong Yi said shyly: "Um, they are all methods passed down from family."

   "Like this kind of dead soul, we arrest it and burn it with a flame that can torture the soul, making him suffer."

   "You can refine it into a resentful soul and let it stay in the world."

  Chen Qing pointed at the beggar's soul, "Show me."

  The Taoist priest in red was startled for a moment, "Is this not good?"

  Chen Qing said indifferently: "Don't worry, I'm not a good person, I just want to see and see."

  The red-clothed Taoist priest shook his head, "No, this kind of technique is not good if you use it well, it will harm the peace of heaven."

  Chen Qing stretched out his hand, pinched the red Taoist priest's left hand, and crushed the bones of his left hand.

  The Taoist priest in red cried out in pain.

   "I told you, I'm not a good person."

   "So since I said it, you'd better do it."

  The Taoist priest in red nodded again and again, "Understood, I understand, let's do it!"

  The Taoist priest in red took the beggar's soul and put it in his gourd.

  A black flame rose from it, causing the beggar who thought he was liberated to be in great pain.

  The flame burns the soul, like a blunt knife scraping flesh, but the pain is extremely clear.

   "I'm already dead, why am I still in such pain, I shouldn't think about dying!"

   "Don't deserve to die!"

   "It would be nice if I didn't die."

   The beggar didn't even know that it was Chen Qing and the Taoist priest in red who did it.

   "Senior, look, this is all it takes to make him full of resentment, and then he can be refined into a resentful soul, which can be subdued with my ghost Gu."

   "It's just that such a resentful soul is really not very powerful, and it's not interesting."

  Chen Qing nodded, "What else do you want to say?"

  The red-clothed Taoist said: "The villain is not an evil spirit, but his life is approaching, and he is worried in his heart, afraid that his death is approaching."

   "Therefore, I have no choice but to make such a bad move!"

   "I'm really not some evil cultivator, senior."

  Chen Qing asked: "Why are you afraid of death?"

  The Taoist priest in red said: "Because death is unknown, and no one knows what will happen after death."

   "But alive, everything still has a chance!"

  Chen Qing vaguely wanted to understand something, but didn't grasp it.

  So he looked sideways at the Taoist priest in red, "In the past few days, I have seen many mortals look like after death."

   "Now, I'm more curious about what the cultivator looks like after death."

  The Taoist priest in red suddenly turned pale.

  (end of this chapter)