I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 52 - 41 Unlucky Crown Prince

"Dig, dig, dig with a small hoe, plant what kind of corpse, bloom what kind of flower~ In the big garden, dig, dig, dig, plant cold corpses, bloom brilliant flowers..."

Under the moon, Xu Qing hummed a cheerful tune, holding a small hoe, digging a big pit.

In these times, all kinds of monsters and demons roam, if you’re unlucky at night, you could easily end up dead!

Just like these Celestial Heart Sect demons handing out flyers and spreading rebellious speeches, who wouldn’t hesitate to kill and rob at night.

If they encounter a confused commoner, they hand out a flyer, give some daily money, then flatter them, saying how merciful their Celestial Heart Saint Master is, who not only doesn’t levy punitive taxes but also gives you small change.

Unlike the eighty-year-old man on the dragon throne, who can fall seven or eight times just getting off the steps, even struggles to take a piss, whereas their Celestial Heart Saint Master is not only young and strong, with a sturdy waist, who could piss two or three yards away, clearly a capable ruler!

Blah, blah, blah, their ultimate aim is to deceive and incite the people.

But if they encounter someone half-awake, who refuses the flyer and calls them heretics and deceivers, saying they don’t believe and will report them,

In such cases, the Celestial Heart Sect members would often kill but not bury, looting valuable items from the body or house, then sharing small favors with their followers. This way, they hope the people of Dayong will someday become like the Celestial Heart Sect.

Xu Qing couldn’t care less about these things, whether it’s the eighty-year-old man on the throne or the young rebels, if they come to him, he’ll bury them!

The common people might tolerate them, but he won’t!

After firmly compacting the soil in the yard, Xu Qing straightened up, like a farmer who just finished weeding and fertilizing, with a face full of anticipation for a good harvest.

Before burying the bodies, he performed a hasty salvation ritual, the rewards were mediocre, things like Strength Pills, Disease-Curing Talismans, Dog Skin Ointment. The Disease-Curing Talisman could be burnt, and the ashes mixed with water to cure illnesses, a usual trick used by the Celestial Heart Sect to deceive people.

He didn’t know if their talisman water worked, but the Talisman Potion from the Sutra of Salvation definitely did.

Take for example, a Strength Pill from Xu Qing, could make a whole zombie spirited, he felt that if he had this at the Corpse Worker Mill back then, he could have plowed a hundred acres without breaking a sweat!

However, the strength came quickly and vanished just as fast, within an hour and a half, most of the extra strength had dissipated.

Luckily, he still had some Strength Pills left, might be useful someday.

As for the Disease-Curing Talisman and Dog Skin Ointment, they were completely useless to Xu Qing.

He’s a zombie, what illness could he get?

Putting aside these useless items, Xu Qing was more interested in what this annihilated squad knew.

The Celestial Heart Sect’s ’propaganda department’ knew quite a lot of inside information.

Previously, Xu Qing was half-aware about this cult, external opinions were varied, some said it was a rebellious organization founded by remnants of the former dynasty to restore the kingdom.

Others claimed the Celestial Heart Saint Master was following the Celestial Emperor’s orders, to save the world and find a new ruler for the kingdom.

Ultimately, regardless of the initial pretext, it all pointed back to rebellion.

Having seen a few Celestial Heart Sect disciples’ marquees, Xu Qing now had a clearer understanding of them.

The Celestial Heart Sect worships successive Saint Masters, proclaiming them as reincarnations of Maitreya, Unmoving Bright King entering the world, with disciples divided into four ranks: ’Sheng, Miao, Luo, Jue.’

This Linhe branch used to be managed by a Miao-ranked Incense Master. Recently, with the White Luo Protector from the Five Luos arriving, it was upgraded to a Luo-ranked branch.

Before White Luo’s arrival, to avoid government crackdown, Linhe District’s followers often gathered secretly, like rats in dark alleys, living in constant fear.

Since White Luo came, they abandoned their cautious ways, becoming ’reckless.’

First, they took over Jinmen Gang in a short time, then plotted to seize control of Jinmen Prefecture City and Linhe underground.

You might think they wanted to become the underworld bosses of Jinmen?

No, they were setting up a big operation for one purpose—assassinate the Crown Prince.

Only the flyer-distributing small leaders knew this plan, overhearing White Luo mention it once by accident. Though it wasn’t clear who the ’crown prince’ was.

Xu Qing, leaning on his hoe under the moon, pondered—assassinating the Crown Prince surely has nothing to do with Emperor Longping, that eighty-year-old dragon struggles to even get on the bed, why would he come to Jinmen to be assassinated?

Thinking it over, only the sixty-something Crown Prince visiting Jinmen fits the ’crown prince’ description.

But it’s said the Crown Prince is already over sixty, this elderly ’crown prince’ being assassinated seems a bit inhumane!

If you wait a few years, he might not even outlive his father. Besides, he’s held the Crown Prince position till sixty, waiting for a chance to inherit the throne.

If you really killed him, he might be crying all the way to reincarnation.

Pitiful indeed!

Xu Qing considered himself incapable of such deeds; the Celestial Heart Sect was truly lacking in morality!

However, these matters had nothing to do with him.

He was just a diligent old farmer, burying bodies and digging pits in his spare time. The chaos of the Celestial Heart Sect, Emperor Dayong’s incompetence, border wars, none of it concerned him.

After tamping down the ground, Xu Qing shouldered his hoe, one hand on his waist, looking no less regal than an emperor.

At least in this patch of land, he had the final say.

Xu Qing roughly estimated, there were already twenty or so corpses buried in the yard, just a few more would make a complete set.

"Kun represents earth, earth represents Yin, the Feng Shui in the southwest needs more work, it’s a pity there’s no female corpse to anchor the formation; otherwise, this yard’s setup would be perfect!"

Xu Qing arranged the Yang Residence’s Feng Shui according to Yin Residence methods, gathering the evil energy into a hub, keeping it concealed. With nearly thirty corpses interred, the yard’s energy field had fundamentally transformed.

If it was a haunted house before, now it was a haunted house with a chaotic burial mound inside, constantly breeding Corpse Evils with the haunted house’s Yin energy.

This was why Xu Qing no longer returned to the Funeral Shop at night, opting to stay in the new house.

A zombie is still a corpse, given such a prime corpse-raising location, he wouldn’t let it go to waste.

With the moon at its peak, surrounded by gathered corpse evil, Xu Qing sat calmly in the center, faint phosphorescence emanating from his body, absorbing the essence of the moonlight.