Ren Qing remembered Sanmu Lane mentioned by Taoist Master Fufeng and decided to go and check it out.
He originally thought he would have to ask passers-by to find it, but he accidentally glanced at the corner of the morning street and suddenly knew it.
The snow-white paper money slowly fell.
Three trees are used as punishment, and death is used as a coffin.
There is a similar saying in Xiangxiang. Sanmu refers to the three torture instruments on the prisoner's neck, hands and feet, and also refers to the coffin after the prisoner's death.
A coffin was carried out of the alley by four people and swayed towards the residential area.
Unless it was an inexplicable tragic death, people in Chenjie would still bury the body in their backyard so that they could worship at any time.
Ren Qing waited until the team carrying the coffin had left, then stepped into the alley, only to feel that the light immediately became dim.
The sound of sawing wood echoed in the alley, and it was obvious that the business in Sanmu Alley was indeed good.
The coffin pavilion was at the end. Whether it was his imagination or not, the temperature around him seemed to have dropped a lot, and the chill penetrated his heart and soul.
Ren Qing's expression became solemn.
He noticed the substantial resentment not far away, indicating that Sanmu Lane not only sells coffins, but also probably has a lot of corpses.
The area of the coffin shop is small and seems ordinary. There are unused coffins piled inside, and the old man is carving patterns on them.
The old man was at most over one meter tall, and his appearance was extremely terrifying.
His limbs were rotten to varying degrees, and traces of stitching with steel needles and cotton thread could be seen on his shoulders, while flies were flying around.
The old man's face was also sutured, and his mouth and nose were forcibly sealed.
Ren Qing's arrival did not affect the old man's carving movements at all, but his right hand was a little uncontrollable and trembled from time to time.
"damn it."
The old man complained softly from the back of his head, and then Ren Qing noticed that there was a mouth on the other man's neck.
The old man put down the tools at hand and walked to a coffin in the house.
"What are you doing standing still? Help me move the coffin board."
Ren Qing looked deeply at the old man.
The old man's voice was neither soft nor serious, so it would not attract any criticism.
The other party definitely has some cultivation, and may even be in the Nascent Soul stage, but it is relatively restrained and it is difficult to detect the aura with the naked eye.
Ren Qing was shocked, how could the waning moon layer be so deep.
Before the destruction of Wuwei Taoist Temple, only one Tian Daozi reached the Yangshen realm, and the rest of the core disciples all formed the foundation.
Maybe it's because of the blood moon?
But even if the blood moon can raise the monk's realm, it doesn't make the Yin difference realm worthless.
Ren Qing was thinking a lot and grabbed the coffin cover with both hands.
After the cover came off, a biting chill hit my face, and there were actually a large number of limbs inside the coffin, all of which had been cut off by the roots.
The coffin itself is also a magic weapon, somewhat similar to the flesh and blood magic weapon of Wuwei Taoism, but the material is not from the corpse.
"Just call me Mr. Coffin. You don't look like a coffin buyer. Who introduced you?"
The coffin elder pulled out his right arm as he spoke, and dark red stinking blood spurted out, and the smell was extremely pungent.
Ren Qing tentatively replied: "Fufeng..."
The coffin elder nodded.
He did not choose to stop the bleeding, but instead chose the available arm.
After the blood in Coffin Lao's wound turned bright red, he grabbed an arm and sewed it up skillfully.
"You're not even in the Qi refining stage, your hands and feet are worthless, I won't accept them."
Ren Qing was a little stunned. The shop that Taoist Master Fufeng would remember even if he was crazy, was actually used for selling hands and feet.
"Old Coffin, can you check Fufeng's hands and feet?"
"kindness?"
The coffin elder frowned and couldn't help but look at the man in front of him.
In all his years on Morning Street, this was the first time he met someone interested in hands and feet, and he couldn't help but feel a little curious.
But after Coffin Lao accidentally observed it, he discovered that Ren Qing's physique was very strange.
The true energy is so weak that it may dissipate at any time, and the ribs are intact, so it doesn't seem like someone born to practice, but there is something strange about it...
How should I put it? Ordinary monks are adapted to the true essence, but the other party is completely opposite.
The coffin elder put down the tools at hand and said in a gentle tone: "What's your name?"
"Ren Qing."
"I can't recognize Fufeng either. His hands and feet are in the coffin. Find it yourself."
"Thank you, Mr. Coffin."
Ren Qing reached out and groped for the magic weapon in the coffin. Information flow surged in front of his eyes, and he quickly learned a large number of clues.
The hands and feet have various degrees of alienation, and the techniques they practice are different, but they should all be adapted from the Heavenly Dao Introductory Technique.
But without exception, there is no need to cooperate with the Tiandao Insects to practice magic.
So where does the true essence come from?
Ren Qing turned over Fufeng's arm at the bottom of the coffin.
The skin of the arms is covered with scars. Fufeng must have cut off the traces of alienation in an attempt to slow down the alienation of the body.
"He probably wants to return to the Crescent Level, even to the point of harming himself."
Ren Qing closed the coffin cover again, couldn't help but turned around and asked: "Old Coffin, what can you exchange for your hands and feet here?"
The coffin elder narrowed his eyes and replied: "Make a request within your ability."
"Hehe, but you have to give me your hands and feet first. As for whether the request can be completed, it actually doesn't depend on me."
Ren Qing nodded.
After Taoist Master Fufeng arrived at the waning moon layer, he kept looking for a way to leave. Unfortunately, he had no clue until he was about to die, so he had to ask the coffin elder for help.
But how could the coffin master do it? Taoist priest Fufeng ended up dying in a foreign country.
The coffin elder suddenly said: "If you want to sell your hands and feet, you can improve your cultivation first, and then come to me after building the foundation."
"I have to leave first and try to advance to the foundation building stage as soon as possible."
Ren Qing agreed immediately, but what he was thinking about was that the monk who turned into a gecko in the jailer's hall might be able to provide unlimited hands and feet.
As soon as he stepped to the door of the store, he turned around and said, "Old Coffin, I would like to take the liberty to ask how many strange things there are in Morning Street?"
The coffin old man shook his head slightly: "There are three weird ones, and they are usurpers who like to eavesdrop, so you must speak in a low voice."
"Those who like to peek should light up the house at night."
"Also... remember that there are no watchmen on Morning Street, and there are no watchmen who are three meters tall. If you encounter one, leave immediately."
Ren Qing did not continue to ask, as the relationship between the two was not that good yet.
He walked out of the alley quickly, feeling the heat of the sun on his face, and the chill from Sanmu Alley was immediately dissipated.
The coffin boss in the shop opened a coffin, took out a book from inside and read it, and then murmured to himself after a long time.
"The body has no ribs, the blood is as silver, the skin is as thin as a cicada's clothes, the blue and white flowers gather on the dome..."
"If there weren't books recording the innate immortal bones, I would have thought it was good luck."
………
Ren Qing was hesitant about what Mr. Coffin said, but one thing was certain: Morning Street was very dangerous and he had to be more careful.
Weigui should have the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul stage. The most important thing is that it is invisible and it is difficult to contact its true body.
I don’t know how this kind of monster was formed. What if the number increases again?
After Ren Qing returned to the courtyard, he began to arrange it in a hurry.
The courtyard walls have all been reinforced, copper bells have been tied to the entrances and exits, and the windows have been completely sealed, leaving no holes at all.
Although he is not afraid of fighting with Yiwei, the gains are not worth the losses at present.
By the time Ren Qing finished his work, it was already getting late, the streets were deserted, and only the strange chirping of insects could be heard.
Candles were lit, illuminating the narrow room.
The ghost stretched out his body and silently protected Ren Qing.
Ren Qing's attention was focused on the prison in his belly, where the split soul was standing on the island in the middle of the lake, and the Heavenly Dream was suspended in mid-air.
Because the magic is not cast by the main body, and the Heavenly Dream Seed is not a soul butterfly, it is really difficult to build a ghost market.
He could only try again and again.
When Ren Qing noticed Old Coffin, he understood that there must be many monks hidden in Chenjie, and the ghost market could play its due role.
Although I don’t plan to show up for the time being, I still need to make preparations in advance.
Hazy light and shadow condensed on the island in the middle of the lake. The dream of heaven was brought to its extreme, and several dilapidated buildings were looming.
Tian A was riding a husky on the shore, making ghost noises, and seemed very interested in the ghost market.
But just when the building was about to take shape, the ghost market collapsed in the blink of an eye.
Ren Qing had no regrets. Compared to Soul Butterfly, which was easy to do, building a ghost market with dream seeds undoubtedly required a lot of patience.
He continued to invest his energy until the sound of gongs was heard in the distance, accompanied by a strange low and hoarse voice.
"The sky is dry and everything is dry, be careful about the fire."
Ren Qing opened his eyes and listened carefully to where the watchman was walking through the morning street.
The speed of the watchman was so fast that it was frightening. The distance between each breath was hundreds of meters, as if he was teleporting out of thin air.
However, when He came to the north side of the street, He seemed to deliberately stay for half a breath.
Ren Qing listened through the wall for several hours. When the sound of the gong disappeared, he returned his attention to the prison in his belly.
While he was slowly groping, he tried to modify the Nether Method to be similar to the Qingfeng Qi Refining Method, which could absorb the true energy without the need for Heavenly Dao Insects.
But no matter how Ren Qing changed it, he still couldn't get recognition from the information flow, and he couldn't even copy the content.
He suddenly realized that he seemed to have fallen into a misunderstanding.
How can the Heavenly Dao Law be separated from the Heavenly Dao Insect? The two are closely related.
In this case, how do the monks in Jingzhou practice the laws of heaven...
Wait, the blood moon has not completely wiped out the Tiandao worms. Maybe Jingzhou will still be mixed in between the two forces.
Blood Moon and Tiandao Insects restrained each other, which also gave Ren Qing room to take advantage of.
[Earth Immortal Stage: The Heavenly Dao Insects merge into the mountains of the earth and breed spiritual veins to accelerate the growth and development of larvae and attract monks. 】
If the Heavenly Dao Worms in the Earth Immortal Stage can spread the true energy throughout the air, then it seems that the monks in such a precious place do not need to rely on the Heavenly Dao Worms.
However, the identities of the monk and the Tiandao worm seem to have been exchanged. The monk becomes a parasite, but the Tiandao worm provides nutrients.
No wonder there are Nascent Soul Stage monks even on Morning Street.
Theoretically speaking, a monk can even reach an ascension stage that is comparable to the Heavenly Creation Realm, but there are no parasitic Tiandao insects in his body, which is far inferior to the jailer method in the same realm.
Ren Qing frowned.
If he didn't practice the law of heaven, he would really stand out from the crowd.
No, it is necessary to get in touch with those adapted Heavenly Laws, and then create a Heavenly Law that suits you, pretending to integrate into the group.
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