The System Gave Me Immortality, And I Survived Everyone

"When the host lives long enough, he will discover that nothing in this world remains unchanged forever."

"The way of heaven is like this, and so is the way of man."

"Hehehe!"

"The system is the system, and it says one thing after another."

Chen Changsheng stood up with a smile, glanced at the dawn leaking from the horizon, put out the fire, and then continued towards the south.

When a person has an infinitely long life, he will not only become cautious, but also become bored.

Faced with this extreme boredom, Chen Changsheng set a small goal for himself.

That is to see if Nian Sheng is doing well.

However, when achieving this small goal, Chen Changsheng discovered another hobby of his.

That is learning. Whenever he encounters an industry that interests him, Chen Changsheng will stop and spend a few years studying it.

During these twenty years, Chen Changsheng worked as a beggar, sold tofu, and learned the art of brewing wine.

But among so many industries, the one that Chen Changsheng likes and excels the most is one-stop business.

The reason is very simple. Except for the white-collar industry, even if you are a beggar, you will inevitably have disputes, because beggars also want to fight for territory.

On the contrary, selling coffins is much more stable.

Don't steal when thieves come, don't rob when bandits come. No matter you are a high-ranking official or a royal family member, you will inevitably be locked up by these boards.

In addition, Chen Changsheng's level of dragon-seeking acupuncture points has also been rising steadily.

Others only use the theoretical knowledge in books to find dragons and point acupoints, and no one knows whether it works or not.

But Chen Changsheng was different. After he helped bury someone, he could slowly observe the subsequent development of that family.

In the past twenty years, Chen Changsheng spent five years on the longest observation.

Because of this stop-and-go behavior, Chen Changsheng only traveled a total of three thousand miles in twenty years.

...

Linglong Town.

Looking at the figures flying overhead from time to time, Chen Changsheng smacked his lips and sighed.

"No wonder that woman looked disgusted when she heard I was coming to visit. It took me a total of fifty years to get here."

"Ordinary people are unlucky. It's hard to live to fifty."

After sighing for a moment about the ruthlessness of time, Chen Changsheng began to look for a suitable shop in the small town.

This is a small town at the gate of Linglong Sect, and it is also a favorite place for some low-level monks and Linglong Sect's servants.

Originally, Chen Changsheng planned to sneak into Linglong Sect to see how Niansheng was doing, but when he came to Linglong Town, Chen Changsheng gave up this idea.

Because the legend of Li Niansheng is spreading for hundreds of miles around Linglong Sect.

Linglong Sect gave birth to a genius who is rare to see in a thousand years. He has mastered the golden elixir after only fifty years of entry. His astonishing talent alarmed the sect master who had been in seclusion for a long time.

Faced with such a proud daughter of heaven, countless young talents flocked to her and wanted to become a Taoist couple with her.

However, in the face of countless geniuses, Li Niansheng's response was always just one sentence.

"All of you put together are not as good as Changsheng."

Over time, Li Niansheng was also called the purest immortal cultivator in the world of immortality, because her obsession with immortality was unparalleled.

Unlike Li Niansheng, who has attracted much attention, Chen Changsheng's sense of existence can almost be said to be equal to nothing.

No one in Linglong Town noticed that in the most remote place of Linglong Town, a small coffin spread that could only hold three or two coffins was opened.

...

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

A little bald man peered into the coffin shop.

Hearing the movement, a figure suddenly sat up from the coffin.

The little bald man was startled when he saw someone suddenly sitting up in the coffin.

After confirming that the person in front of him was alive, the little bald man patted his chest to calm down his shock.

"Donor, how can you lie in a coffin?"

"The coffin is where the dead sleep."

Seeing the serious look on the little bald head, Chen Changsheng smiled.

It has been three years since I opened a coffin shop here, and almost no one has paid attention to it during this period, if it weren't for the fact that I usually grow some low-level spiritual herbs for sale.

I'm afraid this shop has closed down a long time ago.

"Little monk, what you said is wrong."

"Whether you are a mortal or a cultivator, you will inevitably die in the end."

"If that's the case, then why do living people despise their final destination?"

After hearing Chen Changsheng's words, the young monk tilted his head and thought for a moment, then clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha!"

"Thank you for the donor's advice. It's the little monk who has taken a picture of me."

"Hehehe!"

"I didn't expect that even though you are young, you are quite wise."

With that said, Chen Changsheng jumped out of the coffin, and then touched the young monk's round bald head.

"Tell me, young monk, what are you doing in my coffin shop?"

Hearing this, the young monk lowered his head and said, "Recently, Tianfo Temple and Linglong Sect worked together to subdue a demonic cultivator who had done many evil things."

"The demonic cultivator refused to obey even to the death, and was finally killed by the elder of Linglong Sect."

"Although the donor had done many evil things, the young monk didn't want to see his body exposed in the wilderness, so he wanted to buy a coffin to bury him."

Hearing what the young monk said, Chen Changsheng smacked his lips and said, "Are you rich?"

"I'm open for business, but I can't do business at a loss."

"I am ready."

With that said, the young monk took out three medium-sized spiritual stones from his storage bag and handed them to Chen Changsheng.

Looking at the valuable medium spirit stones, Chen Changsheng smiled and then took one of them.

"A medium spirit stone can enjoy my best one-stop service. When can I set off?"

"It's okay now. If it drags on any longer, the donor's body will stink."

Facing the young monk's request, Chen Changsheng did not hesitate and left with the young monk directly.

As for the coffin shop...

Chen Changsheng didn't even close the door. There were only two coffins in the shop. No one with a sound mind would come here to steal two ordinary coffins.

...

wilderness.

Under the leadership of the young monk, Chen Changsheng finally met the so-called demon cultivator.

At this time, he was no different from those dead mortals.

If anything, it was that half of his face had been completely shattered.

Seeing this scene, Chen Changsheng couldn't help but sigh: "Little monk, are you immortal cultivators so inhumane?"

"Not to mention what he did during his lifetime, this person was someone you all worked so hard to catch."

"You can only kill people with a nod, but you have to dig a hole for them to bury them!"

"What's going on here in the middle of nowhere?"

"In this world of immortality, I think you, the little monk, still have some humanity."

Facing Chen Changsheng's words, the young monk just silently recited Buddhist scriptures.

Seeing this, Chen Changsheng shook his head, and then began the work of collecting the corpses.