The Secret Way of Immortality

Tianjia Village was located in a remote area, and it would take at least seven or eight days to walk to the nearest town, so very few merchants came.

The dozen or so households relied on the survival experience passed down from their ancestors to barely maintain a self-sufficient life, which could be considered a peaceful existence.

The environment, surrounded by mountains on three sides, was relatively hidden. From a high place, only the thatched roofs mixed in the shade of the trees could be vaguely seen.

An old man was reclining in the shade, enjoying the coolness.

Several children were playing and frolicking around the banyan tree, occasionally looking expectantly towards the entrance of the village, as if waiting for their elders to return home.

The number of cultivated fields in the valley was small, and all were planted with a crop called "March Potatoes", also known as mountain potatoes, which could mature in just a hundred days.

Whenever the mountain potatoes matured, the villagers would take some to the town to sell, and buy some necessities for daily life.

For the children, the days when the adults went to the market represented new clothes and sweet sugarcane, so how could they not yearn for it.

Now that the mountain potatoes were ripe, the children's thoughts were even more preoccupied.

The sun gradually set.

A loud mountain song echoed, and several baskets filled with mountain potatoes were moved into the village and stored in a dry warehouse.

The villagers busied themselves until sunset before returning to Tianjia Village one after another.

Wisps of smoke drifted.

Steamed mountain potatoes would emit a very unique fragrance, attracting several weasels to hide in the grass outside the fence.

The women began to prepare dinner, cooking various dishes related to mountain potatoes, which were placed on a large wooden table next to the banyan tree.

In Tianjia Village, a good harvest was a small festival.

It was called "Celebrating Surplus Grain".

Tian Sanzong leaned on his crutches, his aging body unable to resist coughing a few times.

He was the oldest elder in the village, serving as the village head for decades, and was usually responsible for planting and harvesting mountain potatoes.

Several children glanced at Tian Sanzong with fear, and quietly climbed onto the large wooden table, wanting to steal a few slices of cured meat covered under the cassava.

"Cough cough cough..."

"You brats, don't be impolite."

Tian Sanzong looked stern and tapped the children's bottoms with his crutches. The children ran in panic behind their own adults.

"Wait for Mr. Ren to come back before eating, each and every one of you... cough cough cough."

He coughed a few times, his face turning red. The surrounding villagers quickly apologized, and he finally calmed down.

Night fell.

A bright crescent moon hung in the sky, surrounded by scattered stars.

After a while, a tall figure appeared on the mountain path.

The man was burly, and even though he was dressed plainly, he could not hide his otherworldly temperament. His squinting eyes and smile made people feel good.

He was carrying a basket on his back, in which sat a boy of seven or eight years old.

Due to malnutrition, the child looked a little short, his abdomen was slightly swollen, and his eyes were dull and showed no intelligence.

He poked his little head out and leaned on the man's shoulder, giggling foolishly.

Ren Qing subtly looked up at the night sky, as if searching for something, but soon lowered his head in confusion.

"Mr. Ren, come sit, come sit."

Tian Sanzong quickly greeted him, leading Ren Qing to sit in the main seat at the large wooden table. The villagers gradually gathered around.

They respectfully greeted Ren Qing, who responded to each of them.

"Old man, you're too polite, but your consumption has just recovered, so don't catch a cold these days."

Ren Qing smiled and placed Tian A, who was drooling, on his lap. Tian A picked up a dish with his chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.

Tian Sanzong looked at Tian A with pity, and said with a wry smile: "I know my condition myself. If it weren't for Mr. Ren's treatment..."

"Alas, I also thank Mr. Ren for helping to take care of my foolish grandson."

Tian Sanzong's eyes revealed reminiscence. He first met Ren Qing several months ago.

At that time, Tian A was playing by the river and found a man unconscious. The nearby trees were crooked, and the remains of wild animals with only bones left could be seen.

Although Tian A's intelligence was incomplete, he was particularly concerned about Ren Qing for some reason, and kept shouting anxiously.

The villagers were attracted and then placed Ren Qing in a vacant thatched hut.

After Ren Qing woke up, he claimed to be a barefoot doctor collecting herbs, and was accidentally affected by a mountain flood collapse in the mountains.

He did not leave Tianjia Village, but chose to stay temporarily and treat the villagers.

Ren Qing grabbed a handful of white and red flowers from the basket: "Old man, I found many similar herbs in the mountains."

"It's called safflower in town, and it can be applied externally to treat blunt injuries. If you dry it and sell it, you should be able to supplement your household expenses."

Ren Qing handed it to the neighboring villagers, asking them to take a closer look.

Tian Sanzong came back to his senses, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

He thanked him repeatedly, and then invited Ren Qing to eat some cassava dishes, wishing he could put all the dishes in front of Ren Qing.

After Ren Qing had enough tea and food, he put down his chopsticks and said with a smile: "My injury is almost healed, I'm going to leave the village."

Tian Sanzong's expression was not unexpected.

In his opinion, Ren Qing was a capable and literate person, and it was impossible for him to stay in the village with peace of mind. It was normal to go out and venture.

"Mr. Ren, but what about Awa's situation..."

After hesitating for a few breaths, Ren Qing opened his mouth and said softly: "If the old man doesn't mind, I will take Awa away, and let him come back by himself when he is cured."

"He won't live past fifteen with this strange disease. I'm relieved to have Mr. Ren take care of him."

Tian Sanzong's eyes turned red, and he wanted to kneel down, but was stopped by Ren Qing.

Ren Qing glanced at Tian A with the corner of his eye, his squinting eyes carrying a trace of magical aura, but he quickly turned his head away.

He had been in Jingzhou for more than a year, and only felt that this place was very ordinary, even too ordinary.

When Ren Qing was in Shuize, he could clearly see the blood moon, and even the full blood moon was enough to affect the Qingxu Temple thousands of miles away.

But when he arrived in Jingzhou, he never saw any trace of the blood moon again, and when he asked the villagers, he had never heard of a second moon.

What made Ren Qing feel the most inexplicable was the body of the Jingzhou people.

He had come into contact with those corpses in coffins in the Wuwei Taoist Temple.

In Ren Qing's inherent impression, the physique of the Jingzhou people had undergone irreversible changes due to the Heavenly Dao insects.

They only had six slender ribs left, and their internal organs were squeezed together, allowing the Heavenly Dao insects to parasitize in the abdomen better.

But Ren Qing found that the villagers all had at least eighteen ribs, and even some children had recovered the normal twenty-four.

When asked about the situation of their ancestors, they hesitated and couldn't say in detail.

Moreover, this was by no means an isolated case.

Ren Qing had gone to the nearby two towns under the pretext of collecting herbs, but as many as hundreds of thousands of Jingzhou people had such a physique.

Occasionally, babies with about ten ribs were born, usually accompanied by low intelligence, weak physique, and even congenital disabilities.

In addition to congenital disabilities, Tian A had all the other defects. He only had eight slender ribs, and his internal organs were still stirred.

If he hadn't met Ren Qing, he wouldn't have lived past ten years old at all.

In Ren Qing's opinion, the incredible things were far more than these. Hundreds of thousands of Jingzhou people didn't even have a single monk who had mastered magic.

The fabricated martial arts magic was also gone.

It was as if an invisible big hand was forcibly pulling Jingzhou back on track.

But what about the Heavenly Dao insects?

Why had the Jingzhou people forgotten the existence of the Wuwei Taoist Temple?

Even if the Heavenly Dao insects suffered a defeat, they shouldn't have been wiped out of all traces in a short time.

The Heavenly Daozi was so afraid of the blood moon that he didn't hesitate to turn into the Supreme Heavenly Demon to fight against it, but the result was a happy ending?

Absurd!!!

Weird!!!

Inexplicable!!!

If he hadn't seen the huge and strange thing behind the blood moon, he would have left Jingzhou long ago, but now he couldn't help but be more cautious.

Ren Qing suppressed the fear in his heart, and after finishing his dinner, he returned to the house.

Tian A was taken by his parents to rest. Although he was almost ten years old, his intelligence was equivalent to that of a two or three year old.

However, it may be that Ren Qing's body faintly carried the aura of the Heavenly Dao Law, and Tian A naturally showed closeness.

Ren Qing sat cross-legged on the earthen bed, his consciousness came to the abdominal prison in his body.

The Xin King transformed by the Heavenly Daozi caused a sudden change in the bone gate magic weapon, and the remaining sparks were also absorbed by his flesh and blood furnace.

The abdominal prison was therefore in a state of transformation, and it was not completely restored until recently.

It can be said that one move affects the whole body, and Ren Qing's other spells were also affected, causing him to be in a coma for several days when he first came to Jingzhou.

Fortunately, the accumulation of lifespan was not affected.

Ren Qing checked the abdominal prison. The sun and moon were more real, the vegetation grew rapidly, and it was getting closer and closer to the legendary small world.

But what excited him was that he could finally feel the ghost market with the help of the Dream Butterfly Technique.

Although he closed his eyes and meditated for most of the hour, he could only determine that the ghost market was crowded with people and that the forbidden soldiers were going to each shop.

Ren Qing tried to control the soul butterfly, but he couldn't do it until dawn. It seemed that it was too far away, so let's wait until the Dream Butterfly Technique was promoted.

He glanced at the information flow.

[Lifespan: Two hundred and thirty-two years]

Ren Qing's lifespan was already sufficient, but he had been waiting for the abdominal prison to complete its transformation, and now it was time to break through to the Yin Chai realm.

He didn't rush to consume his lifespan. He planned to make the promotion at noon, then opened his eyes and walked to the courtyard, preparing to stretch his muscles.

Tian A ran to Ren Qing happily, staring with his eyes and not speaking.

Ren Qing touched his head and took out a translucent candy bean and put it in Tian A's mouth. The latter grinned and ran away.

This material was refined from the Heavenly Dao insect's excrement. According to the information flow, it could enhance the body of the parasite.

Ren Qing sat in the deck chair, comfortably watching the peaceful and peaceful life of the villagers, which was probably rare even in Xiangxiang.

"Heavenly Dao insects... Blood moon..."

"What happened in Jingzhou in the decades since the destruction of the Wuwei Taoist Temple? I wonder if the Heavenly Daozi had anticipated this?"

Or is it...

Is the blood moon's invasion of Jingzhou to set things right?

Ren Qing shook his head. The current situation in Jingzhou was definitely not simple. Even if the Heavenly Daozi came back to life, he might not be able to figure it out.

Master, please don't坑 me, Huang Qi.

He took a deep breath, and his mind quickly immersed in the meditation spell. Unknowingly, the sun had risen to the sky, and the sun was shining brightly.

Closing his eyes, the chirping of insects was still there.

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