Ren Qing suspected that the Qingfeng Qi Refining Technique was not a mainstream technique among Jingzhou monks.
After all, the Qingfeng Qi Refining Method is only modified based on the Tiandao Introductory Method, and you can see at a glance that there are hidden flaws in it.
There is still some hope for Taoist Master Fufeng to advance to the Danjing stage, but it is absolutely impossible to reach the Nascent Soul stage, and the way forward has long been cut off.
He kept trying to modify the Netherworld Kung Fu, but his results were mediocre.
After wasting a whole night, Ren Qing reluctantly chose to give up exploring the magic and spend his main energy on building the ghost market.
He has figured out how to use dream seeds to turn into a ghost market, but he just needs to perfect the details.
If a ghost market can be opened in Jingzhou, the efficiency of life extension will be greatly increased, and various kinds of heavenly laws can also be obtained.
In the future, the two ghost markets will even be able to communicate with each other.
However, Ren Qing probably has to wait until all three dream spells are promoted to the Fusion of Yin God. After all, it is difficult to master all the spells before.
Ren Qing continued to practice in seclusion, thinking that Morning Street was relatively stable for the time being.
But not a few days later, there was a sudden sound of dense footsteps outside, mixed with the vague heavy breathing of many people.
Ren Qing narrowed his eyes.
Dead people on the morning street are actually quite normal. Even if they understand the taboo of the existence of strange things, they still inevitably attract them due to accidents.
Old man Chen next door said that the doors and windows were not locked, causing them to be blown open by the night breeze.
As a result, the whole family became Fuyi's food, and even spelled out "Fuyi" with their intestines, as if it was a weird allusion to something.
Ren Qing originally paid no attention to the outside world and planned to continue to improve the ghost market that was about to take shape, but the sounds of coffins being carried appeared one after another.
He quickly walked out of the courtyard.
The flow of people on the streets has decreased a lot, and an atmosphere of panic can't help but spread.
The stalls selling meat have disappeared, and there is a layer of paper money on the ground. It is obvious that multiple teams carrying coffins have passed by.
While Ren Qing was stunned, another coffin was carried out from Sanmu Lane.
The corpse has been placed in the coffin, but only the bones are left in the corpse itself, and the flesh and blood have been completely removed.
The source of the trouble lies in the most remote part of Morning Street.
Seeing this, Ren Qing headed towards the residential area and could see people constantly rushing in and out.
They all looked extremely frightened and desperately covered their mouths and noses with their palms.
Being unable to speak due to the treacherous relationship made the morning street even more eerie, like a ridiculous mime.
"What does it smell like?"
Ren Qing's nose twitched, and an unpleasant smell floated in the alley.
It's a burnt, sour smell that would make ordinary people feel nauseated, and even make them dizzy if they stay here for a long time.
He walked through the narrow alley, turning here and there and stopped.
I saw hundreds of residents gathered in front of a courtyard, seemingly waiting for something.
Ren Qing relied on his double-pupil vision to easily notice the scene around him, as well as the dozens of pairs of eyes peeping secretly.
The woman squatting under the banyan tree looked like she was ready to hang her clothes to dry, but she had a cultivation level in the alchemy stage, and her eyes were full of greed.
The child playing in the corner is actually a dwarf in his thirties, and his cultivation level is even better than that of the woman.
………
Ren Qing didn't expect the situation to be so complicated. She calmed down and looked into the courtyard.
There is a large iron pot placed in the open space. The wood is crackling and the pot mouth is steaming, as if it is used by vendors to stew meat.
But the iron pot did not contain scattered pieces of meat, but the body of a man.
The skin of the corpse was swollen and swollen, and the blood and flesh all over the body were almost stewed.
The water gradually began to boil. It was obvious that the body had been in the iron pot for a while, and the flesh and blood had reached the point where it was about to fall off the bones.
Of course, if it were just this, it wouldn't make the residents of Morning Street so rude.
Mainly because the word "Infant Fox" was painted in blood on the wall.
Ren Qing had a look of confusion on his face. It didn't feel like Wei Wei's method, but a monk deliberately imitating Wei Wei to kill people.
He was just about to continue checking the situation in the courtyard when he noticed the sound of coffins being carried and the crowd in the alley actively separated.
Four strong men carried the coffin into the courtyard and placed it right at the door.
After the cover was opened, the old man slowly crawled out of the coffin. His body exuded an unpleasant corpse odor, which actually suppressed the smell of meat.
Seeing this, the people did not dare to disturb Mr. Coffin, and it seemed that they still trusted the latter.
Ren Qing quietly squeezed into the crowd, only a few meters away from the courtyard wall.
He did not hide himself, he stood outside the door openly, staring at the cooked corpse with his eyes turning.
The coffin elder quickly spotted Ren Qing and looked at him with a somewhat surprised expression. He did not expect that the other person lived nearby.
However, several days have passed, but Ren Qing's cultivation has not improved at all, and his true energy is still faint.
Talent is just too average.
The coffin elder waved his hand to signal Ren Qing to stay away as much as possible. He had previously thought that the other party was some kind of innate immortal body, but it was unrealistic to think about it.
Even if there are very few spiritual roots, how can it be possible for Chenjie to have an immortal body.
The coffin elder put his eyes on the corpse and looked at it carefully.
After a long time, he walked out of the courtyard and said, "It's really weird..."
There was an uproar among the people, and even some women could not help crying. Everyone felt that the shadow of death was hanging above their heads.
"Before you understand the strange taboos, don't use iron pots and don't eat meat. It's best to eat some dry food..."
The coffin elder's voice was not loud, and everyone present could hear it clearly.
Ren Qing felt doubtful.
It was obviously a monk who killed people and cooked their corpses. Isn't it too hasty to be able to determine what Weigui did just by relying on the "infant fox"?
He found that the monks who were secretly observing became excited and frightened, and they couldn't wait to leave the residential area.
The people's dazed expressions gradually dissipated. They still needed to devote themselves to their daily work. After all, the food rations were not yet available.
Ren Qing could sense that there was murderous intent targeting ordinary people, as if he was about to start killing at any time.
Seeing that the monks no longer paid attention to this place, Ren Qing did not rush away from the residential area, but walked towards the courtyard.
Judging from Coffin Lao's cultivation level, he must have noticed something strange. Since he didn't express anything, he probably acquiesced that a similar situation would happen.
Ren Qing could tell from the people's attitude towards Mr. Coffin that awe was greater than fear, which meant that he would not kill innocent people indiscriminately on weekdays.
The coffin master put the body in the coffin that it had just been lying on, but most of the flesh and blood had been dissolved, and flies gathered around it.
"Ren Qing, you're here just in time. Please help me carry the coffin."
The timing of his words was very clever, just after all the nearby monks had disappeared, which showed that he did not have much ill will towards Ren Qing.
Ren Qing approached the coffin elder and asked tentatively: "Coffin elder, it will be troublesome for you to handle the corpse alone, why not find a helper?"
The coffin elder ignored Ren Qing and was still carrying the body seriously.
After the whole body had been put into the coffin, he replied: "It's not easy to survive on the morning street. Do you want to learn coffin making from me?"
The coffin elder's attitude towards Ren Qing was lukewarm and a little strange. Although he was not hostile, he had no intention of helping him.
Ren Qingshan smiled and did not answer. It would be best if he could obtain the spell from Old Coffin. If not, there are other ways.
The coffin elder shook his head and said: "Your qualifications are too poor. It can be seen from your appearance alone that there is almost no hope of building a foundation..."
Ren Qing listened to Old Coffin's long talk and stepped back and asked: "Old Coffin, is there a third strange thing about to appear on the morning street?"
"The murderer is not weird, but it is no longer important. The baby fox is coming..."
"Do you know the origin of the strangeness?"
Ren Qing shook his head.
He hasn't even seen the weird body, so it's naturally impossible for him to guess out of thin air.
"When you reach the Qi refining stage, you will find that there is a huge blood moon in the sky. If you stare at it for a long time, you will go to the underworld."
The coffin elder's explanation was rather vague: "Weiwei are the demons of the underworld. They are transformed by resentment and are almost immortal..."
Ren Qing suddenly came to a conclusion through Yi Zhi's clues.
"The more people who know the weird names, will they become more powerful?"
The coffin elder looked at Ren Qing in surprise, and couldn't help but feel some appreciation in his heart. He still replied calmly: "To be precise, the more people know about them, the closer and closer the weirdness will be... Today's Morning Street
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Is it any wonder that Yigui spreads his own name?
Ren Qing felt awe in his heart. He had seen many monsters that were difficult to match during the waning moon and the waxing gibbous moon. It was very likely that they were Weiwei's true form.
Those human-faced spiders that are hundreds of meters tall, and the giant giants that are thousands of meters tall...
If they really come to the waning moon layer, it will be almost a one-sided massacre, and the condition for their arrival is just to spread their name.
Ren Qing's pupils dilated, and he suddenly understood why mortals would have the memories of their relatives and friends wiped out by the blood moon after being pulled into the waning moon layer.
It is obviously to prevent the name from being spread, causing the creatures in the waning moon layer to return to the new moon layer.
To people in the ordinary world, the residents of Morning Street are just monsters...
From this point of view, the monks who rely on magic to achieve transcendence are actually the same as Ren Qing, stowaways from the Crescent Layer.
Ren Qing guessed that Chenjie's usurpers and bluffers had not yet completely arrived, and the main body might still be in the waning moon.
As for the baby fox, it will take a few days to gradually reveal its existence.
The strange things are confined to Morning Street, like a prison for prisoners.
The reason why Qingyan Town sealed off Chenjie Street was to prevent the weird name from spreading widely, causing its body to be pulled into the waning moon layer.
The most basic food provided to Chenjie is just boiled frogs in warm water.
To prevent people from jumping over the wall, use various channels to spread names to Qingyan Town.
The old coffin pointed at the iron pot with his hand and said with a smile: "Does it matter whether you think it's weird or not now?"
Ren Qing suspected that some monks were taking risks to get in touch with strange things, probably to obtain some kind of benefit, otherwise they would not benefit themselves at the expense of others.
The situation in Chenjie is more complicated than imagined. On the surface, it is isolated in Qingyan Town, but in fact, the forces are intertwined and each has its own agenda.
"Are you just going to let the baby fox come?"
"It has nothing to do with me anyway, so why should I risk my life to stop it?"
The coffin elder glanced at Ren Qing and said: "Some madmen will kill people in the name of looking for the spreader. Don't die too miserably."
Ren Qing became interested, and the ghost market had a place to play.