MTL - Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price-Chapter 1 The strange price of practice

  Chapter 1 The strange price of practice

  The morning market was bustling with people crowding each other, and even the dense rain could not prevent the vendors from shouting with their unique singing.

  Suddenly, the crowd was silent, and their eyes were filled with fear and looked somewhere.

  The two yamen with gloomy faces carried the corpse wrapped in linen on a wooden board and walked out of the alley, blood dripping down the bluestone bricks along the wooden board.

   The crowd whispered.

   "Are you dead again?"

   "It's too bad."

   "I'm afraid this is the third time this month..."

   "Don't see, don't see."

   Seeing this, the people scattered and left, and even the stalls hurriedly packed up their things, as if they were avoiding the **** of plague.

  The two yamen officers carried the corpse to a relatively empty place as if no one was there.

  The older yamen was wearing black clothes, with a thin body and slightly sunken eyes, giving people a feeling of being overworked.

   His cuffs are embroidered with "Fu Xu Servant", and a two-foot water and fire stick is tied around his waist.

   Although the yamen is in the government, they are only the servants who drive the yamen to run around, and the water and fire sticks are only used for body protection.

  The other young yamen was thirteen or fourteen years old, and the black clothes he wore were slightly ill-fitting, and there was no word "Fu Xu Servant".

   This is a white servant, often serving as a clerk under the official yamen, and it takes several years to be promoted.

   They put down the corpse.

   The leading yamen could not help coughing because he was carrying heavy objects, and it took a few breaths to stop.

   Bai Yi asked with concern: "Brother Qing, are you alright?"

  The yamen replied in a hoarse and low voice: "It's okay if you're sick, Xiaowu, watch here, I'm going to the store."

   "Brother Qing..."

  Xiao Wu looked very frightened, his legs were shaking a little, and his voice was as thin as a gnat.

   "Don't worry, go and come back."

   The yamen named Ren Qing patted Xiao Wu on the shoulder and walked quickly towards the alley.

   His footsteps were slightly vain, and his breathing became heavier, showing that his heart was by no means as calm as it appeared on the surface.

  Ren Qing walked into the depths of the alley, and the smell of blood came from the nostrils, so strong that it made people sick to the stomach.

   The dilapidated bookstore came into view, and there were two white servants in their twenties standing at the door. They couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw Ren Qing.

   "Police."

  Ren Qing nodded to the two of them, and then said, "If you want to vomit, vomit, and then hurry into the house to pack up. It must be done as soon as possible. You don't want to stay here, right?"

   "Okay, the policeman..."

   Li Mian and Li Heng are brothers, and they are almost identical in appearance. They have no foothold in the yamen, so they were transferred to Ren Qing.

  Xiaowu took the initiative to defect from other places. He and Ren Qing's parents were from the same hometown.

  The Li brothers came to the corner of the alley, leaned against the wall and retched.

   Ren Qingqiang endured nausea, on the one hand, he did not want his subordinates to look down on him, on the other hand, he was afraid that his physique would be too weak to faint.

   He took a deep breath and opened the wooden door of the bookstore.

  I saw that the room was covered with pieces of flesh and blood, and the bookshelves were slumped. There were no books on it, and it looked unusually empty.

   The corpse of the shopkeeper who was moved out before was originally kneeling behind the door.

   His hands are spread out, and his palms are placed with hard-earthed eyeballs.

   This is still handled by the yamen, it is hard to imagine what the scene was before.

  Ren Qing was in charge of Tan Street in the western district of Sanxiang City, and he was a fire worker in the yamen.

   His duty is to burn the corpse and the accessories of the deceased, so it stands to reason that there will be no danger.

   But like the shopkeeper in the bookstore, anyone with discernment knows that he will die.

   A few days ago, there were still eight firemen in charge of Talking Street. They just smelled an inexplicable smell when burning a dead body, and the situation went wrong.

   All the fire workers fell to the ground, and they still had weird smiles on their faces before they died.

  Ren Qing seems to be the only one who survived, but his body has already changed his soul, and he was just an ordinary office worker in his previous life.

   The few days after he crossed over were unhinged, but fortunately, he didn't have much contact with people, so he wouldn't be found out.

   And this world is full of weirdness. The residents rarely leave the city, and they die suddenly and unexpectedly every three or five times, but everyone is not surprised.

  The mountain villages outside are also in danger.

  It’s a pity that time did not give him a further adaptation process.

  Ren Qing has a lot of lines surging in front of his eyes, outlining a messy pattern, and finally forming a few paragraphs of text.

  【Ren Qing】

  【Age: Seventeen】

  【Shouyuan: Five Years One Hundred and Thirteen】

   This is Ren Qingtian's own magical power. As long as he touches others, he can check his life essence, but it is limited to this.

  The reason why he had five remaining years of life is due to the severe failure of his internal organs after he was resurrected from the dead.

   And it is strange to say that the people of this world are already dying at the age of forty, and usually do not live to fifty.

   is not like any dynasty in previous life.

   Although Ren Qing has not yet found a way to prolong his life, after inquiring about the news, he can see clues from the yamen of different ranks.

   Generally speaking, when there is a violent death, the jailer first comes to check, and after confirming that nothing has happened, then the firemen such as Ren Qing, and finally the Zaoli who cleans up the blood and filth.

  Ren Qing had never been in contact with the jailer, but he suspected that the jailer was a monk who had mastered magic, otherwise Sanxiang City would not be able to maintain its apparent stability.

   That's why he bit the bullet and dealt with the strange and inexplicable mess with three inexperienced white servants.

  Ren Qing carefully cleaned up the house.

   After a while, Li Mian and the two bravely walked in.

  They wrapped the meat in the burlap they carried with them, and even took the wooden furniture into pieces and took them away without missing anything.

   "Police, there is a book between the shelves."

  Li Mian took the book and handed it to Ren Qing.

   He didn't dare to look at it at all. Any actions of Bai Yi must be approved by the yamen, so as to ensure that there will be no accidents.

  Ren Qing took the book, and suddenly there was a tingling in his mind.

   He fell to the ground, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

   "Poor!!!"

   Li Heng and Li Mian wanted to get close, but were blocked by Ren Qing.

   "It's okay, I'm okay."

  Ren Qing let the two continue to clean up, while he sat at the door of the bookstore to rest for a while, while the book was tightly held by him.

   The moment he touched the book, Ren Qing's magical power was triggered for the first time, and the flow of information gathered in front of him.

  【No-eye method】

  【A hundred-eyed old monk realized from the Shou Leng Yan Sutra that to practice this method, you must dig out your eyes, take the eyeballs with the medicine and take them, and they can grow back after seventy-seven forty-nine days. 】

  Ren Qing's arm was holding the book in his arms, and after a cup of tea, some information appeared.

  【After digging out your eyes, you will be plunged into boundless darkness, seeing things that are invisible to ordinary people. Those who have completed the cultivation can swallow the eyeballs alive to recover their injuries and prolong their lives. Human eyes are the best. 】

   After another moment, new information about the dharma of blindness reappeared.

  【One Eyed: See Through Illusions】

  【Hundred Eyes: Create Illusions】

  【Those with heavy pupils: expect the enemy to come first】

  Ren Qing couldn't help swallowing his saliva, his heart could not help beating wildly, and there was a morbid flush on his face.

   [Can consume 30 days of life, exempt from the price control]

   Does the so-called price refer to the forty-nine days after gouging out the eyes, or some deeper secret?

  Ren Qing doesn't want to change because of hesitation.

   The method of practice is right in front of you, and it can continue to prolong life. Even if it is a little weird, it is better than waiting for death.

   His mind moved, and the thirty-day lifespan was fleeting.

   Besides, the residents in this alley have all been evacuated, which is far less noticeable than the crowded yamen.

   New book set sail, ask for everything! ! !

   (end of this chapter)