The Secret Way of Immortality

The temple fair attracted nearly half of the residents from the west side of the city.

Even if they couldn't squeeze into the fair itself, they waited in the adjacent streets.

Many of them had been delivered by the temple priest, and their gazes naturally carried a hint of reverence, a sight rarely seen in other temples.

Ren Qing couldn't help but click his tongue in wonder. He and Huang Ziwan were hidden in a secluded alleyway.

The two of them stared at the bustling scene, exchanging some trivial words.

In fact, besides Huang Ziwan, even Mu Yi was involved, but he was scattered along the streets near the temple fair.

The Forbidden Corps didn't know how many Forbidden Soldiers they had deployed around the area. Ren Qing had already seen seven or eight of them on his way here.

Such a scene was indeed rare, somewhat like preparing to trap a turtle in a jar.

But why was the Forbidden Corps so sure that the Land Deity would take the bait?

Huang Ziwan took a bite of a crisp cucumber and said, "Tsk tsk tsk, there should be someone in the Ghost Envoy Realm overseeing things. We just need to be careful."

Ren Qing couldn't help but ask tentatively, "Old Huang, are there Forbidden Soldiers in the Temple of the Child-Giving Goddess as well?"

"There certainly are..."

Seeing Ren Qing's interest, Huang Ziwan couldn't help but warn, "Don't get involved with them. Those cultivators are experts at playing with Gu."

"Gu?"

"You know Li Yaoyang, right? Although Gu worms are strange and unusual, they are no match for the disease Gu."

Ren Qing was stunned. Wasn't the Summer Grass Art about controlling germs? Could it be that these microorganisms were classified as Gu worms?

"I can't go into detail."

Huang Ziwan vaguely didn't continue to explain, which only made Ren Qing even more curious.

Just as he was about to continue to pry, he saw Huang Ziwan climb over the wall.

"Brother Ren, I'm leaving. The territory under the jurisdiction of the Ghost Envoy Realm is further inside. I reckon we'll have to be careful when the parade starts."

After Huang Ziwan finished speaking, he moved on all fours, scaling walls and buildings. Ordinary people's eyes couldn't keep up with his movements, showing how fast he was.

This was the Five Venoms Divine Art mastered by Huang Ziwan, and the path of mutation he took was the gecko, which was a relatively special beast transformation technique.

Seeing this, Ren Qing walked out of the alley. Because he was maintaining his human form, he didn't need to deliberately hide his tracks.

He casually sat down at a braised food stall, eating and waiting.

Not to mention that the recipe had been improved several times, and the taste was much better.

The other people all had solemn expressions, looking towards the end of the street.

About half an hour later, just as Ren Qing finished his braised food, he heard the sounds of musical instruments rising and falling.

The crowd was abuzz with discussion, and the children couldn't help but exclaim, but soon became silent again.

A wooden platform carried by eight people slowly approached, with elaborately dressed men and women playing the role of attendants beside the Child-Giving Goddess in front and behind the procession.

On the wooden platform stood a blurred statue of a deity, as well as the heads of three livestock, and a censer emitting green smoke.

Ren Qing raised his eyebrows. The other details of the statue were carved vividly, but the face was not clear.

This was really the style of the Forbidden Corps, who seemed to have some disdain for temples and Taoist temples.

The festival parade then left the temple fair, and it seemed that they were going to the adjacent east side of the city. The people followed spontaneously behind.

The dark mass of thousands of people was orderly, showing that the Forbidden Corps had achieved their goal.

The stalls at the temple fair also began to pack up. Without customers, where would the business come from?

Even some stall owners were slightly hesitant, planning to wait a little longer, but soon constables came to urge them to leave.

In order to deal with the Land Deity, clearing the area near the Temple of the Child-Giving Goddess was the most basic requirement.

Ren Qing still didn't intend to get up.

A young constable came over and said, "Please cooperate. Because the temple fair has been infiltrated by criminals wanted by the yamen, we have to temporarily block it off."

"Okay."

Ren Qing reached out and shook his reserve soldier token, then walked towards the corner of the street.

"Hey, hey, hey..."

The constable was about to stop him, but the old constable who came over hit him hard on the head.

"Don't you have any eyesight? Can't you even recognize a Forbidden Soldier?"

"Ah?"

The constable stared blankly at Ren Qing's back. The latter lightly tapped the ground with his feet, leaping onto the roof like a soaring roc.

Then he disappeared from view.

The old constable lowered his voice and said, "Remember, Forbidden Soldiers are strange and extraordinary people who have mastered spells. Never offend them."

"Re...remembered."

"Go, all the residents' homes must be thoroughly investigated, and no one must be left behind. This place will be of great use within an hour."

"Didn't you say that criminals were causing trouble?"

"You don't care if they're criminals or not."

Many constables, holding sabers, broke into various residential courtyards, and also knocked on gongs as a reminder.

Ren Qing found a high point, so that his double pupils could observe the vicinity at any time.

The Temple of the Child-Giving Goddess was silent now, and he could only vaguely see a few Forbidden Soldiers guarding it without concealing themselves.

After a while.

Luo Niang walked out of the house, accompanied by a burly young temple priest with dull eyes.

Ren Qing couldn't help but frown. He always felt that this person was a little strange.

Could it be that this was bait set by the Forbidden Corps?

If it was such an obvious open plot, could it be that the Land Deity had completely lost his intelligence, so the Forbidden Corps could be so unscrupulous?

Li Ergou couldn't help but vomit, and fragments of internal organs mixed with blood were left all over the ground, and his breath gradually became weak.

Luo Niang sighed and said, "It's too late. Even if I hang on to his life, it will be no more than half an incense stick."

Then she heard Jiang Feng's voice from the palm of her hand: "Okay, then I'll have the yamen servants evacuate as soon as possible. Next is to lure the snake out of its hole."

The source of the sound was an eyeball three or four times the size of an ordinary one, with a miniature mouth growing on it. Jiang Feng used it to talk to Luo Niang.

As soon as Jiang Feng's words fell, the other constables had already received instructions and began to evacuate the west of the city in large numbers.

The city of Sanxiang was surging with undercurrents.

Even the Bloodhound Gang was blocking residents from approaching on some remote streets.

Li Ergou knelt on the ground, trembling all over, and pieces of flesh fell off, making popping sounds.

Ren Qing had a large Miao saber in his right hand, and was already ready to go.

Squeak, squeak, squeak...

The omen came silently.

Several rats were stealing the leftovers from the stalls that had been removed, but their bodies swelled for no reason, and their fur receded, becoming more and more like humans.

The rat-men bared their teeth with red eyes, staring at their companions.

They tore at each other, and soon separated life and death. The winning rat-man lay on the corpse of his companion, feasting.

Such a situation also appeared in various parts of the temple fair, and the smell of blood immediately filled the air.

Ren Qing waited patiently. For this game, the Forbidden Corps must have been fully prepared and would not allow the Land Deity to succeed easily.

Before long, thousands of fat opossums crawled out of the cracks in the wall, obviously controlled by the Mud Society.

But Ren Qing noticed that these opossums were not clones, but should have been raised by the Mud Society. In fact, they were just ordinary wild animals.

What was the purpose?

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