Who could have expected that the strangeness would involve Rabbit Toad.
Ren Qing thought of the rabbit toad monk he met at Qingxu Temple. He originally thought that he would only encounter blood moon-related forces in the waxing gibbous moon layer.
He didn't want to cause trouble, so he didn't touch Yuezhu, but put the unconscious Yuan Si into the prison in his belly.
The other men who turned into candles had their souls damaged, and there was no chance of them regaining consciousness.
Yuan Si was placed on the island in the middle of the lake by him, and the divided soul went to take care of it. At the same time, he used the dream seeds of heaven to rebuild the fairy market.
This time the fairy market is not just a temporary place, he plans to maintain it for a long time.
Ren Qinggang was about to leave, but suddenly found that after Yuan Si's candle was removed, a hidden secret door was revealed on the ground.
He used his double eyes to look down and found that there were many children imprisoned inside.
Ren Qing glanced at the lobby of Furong Tower. The baby fox was still playing with the monks, and was planning to pick out some of them to make moon candles.
Seeing this, he opened the secret door directly, and a dozen well-dressed children came into view.
The environment in the darkroom is clean and tidy, just like a wing room, and there are several middle-aged courtesans taking care of their daily life.
Compared to Yuan Si and others, children are more like beautifully packaged commodities.
The alienated features on their bodies are all very slight, and there are no traces of pseudomorphs at all. Instead, they look like ordinary mortals.
It is obvious that Yinghu's purpose is not only to collect moon candles, but also to collect children through the oiran of Furong Tower. It is not known what the purpose is.
The child's eyes widened and he stared at the door in horror, as the thick black shadow slowly flowed in like liquid.
The oiran quickly covered the children's mouths to prevent them from making too much noise and attracting the attention of the robber.
The oldest oiran stood up and said tremblingly: "Master Immortal, this is Furong Tower, don't..."
Ren Qing didn't give them any time to react. He stretched out his hand and created suction force out of thin air, taking the children and the oiran into a prison in his belly.
However, the location is not an island in the middle of the lake, but close to the cell area.
He then returned the same way and left Furong Building through the gap in the backyard wall.
After this delay, it was already dark, the moon was high in the sky, and the streets were dead silent except for the bright lights of every house.
Ren Qing maintained the form of a black shadow and walked silently through the alley.
In fact, since he came to the waning moon layer, he has never seen the morning street at night.
Ren Qing couldn't help but look up at the blood-red waning moon, and found that compared to the crescent moon layer, the blood moon seemed to be larger in size.
He guessed that it was not the change of the blood moon, but the distance between the ground and the sky that was shrinking, indicating that the influence of the blood moon was becoming more and more terrifying.
Ren Qing's body gradually showed signs of pulling away, and he quickly stopped looking at the blood moon.
"It's better to leave Chenjie Street as soon as possible, otherwise if the baby fox goes crazy, this place is really not suitable for retreat."
Ren Qing headed towards Sanmu Lane, preparing to drag the coffin old man into a prison in his belly.
It was only a few minutes' walk from Gold Sale to Sanmu Lane, but it took him more than half an hour to hide.
Just as Ren Qing was about to approach the alley, the sound of a gong suddenly came from not far away.
"The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful about the fire."
Seeing this, he stopped moving and huddled in the corner as much as possible. The ghost shadow covered his body and his sense of existence was eliminated to the minimum.
A figure with long arms and legs passed by. The watchman wore a thin raincoat and held an ordinary lantern in his hand.
It does look weird on the outside, but it has an unusually calm feeling.
Moreover, his cultivation level is far from as terrifying as that of Yinghu. It is at most the level of Yin Chao realm and has a tendency of gradually weakening.
Ren Qing looked at the watchman and found that no matter which angle he looked from, the other person's back was facing him, which looked inexplicably weird.
The moment he turned his head, the beating of gongs and drums suddenly stopped, and the watchman appeared on the other side of the street.
At first, Ren Qing thought it triggered the taboo against calling the watchman, but he soon realized and looked directly at the other person.
Compared to Yuan Si and Fu Yi, Coffin Lao's description of the watchman was very vague, and he had never heard of anyone dying because of it.
Click, click, click...
There was a sound of bones colliding on the watchman's body, and then he stretched his head far out like a giraffe, as if he was looking for something.
Ren Qing slipped into Sanmu Alley. When he found that he had not noticed the stranger, he raised the lantern again and murmured to himself.
"Third watch in the middle of the night, be careful of candles."
The Watcher is the second strange creature to appear on Morning Street besides the baby fox, so the danger should be far greater than imagined.
But the reality is quite the opposite. Watchmen seem to exist only in rumors.
Ren Qing suspected that the real name of the watchman had been forgotten, causing his intelligence to be damaged, so he kept wandering in the morning streets.
Compared with the silence of the streets, the movement in the residential areas in the distance is more obvious, and the screams of the dead during hunting can be heard.
Ren Qing quickly arrived at the coffin shop, where the doors and windows were closed.
As soon as he slipped under the door, he smelled the pungent smell of alcohol, mixed with a low snoring sound.
The old coffin lay facelessly on the ground, surrounded by empty wine jars, and the strong smell of wine filled the room.
His physical condition has improved a lot, and he doesn't look like he's dying, although his limbs are still sewn together with dead people.
The coffin elder seemed to be vaguely aware of someone approaching, muttering to himself in a daze, but still unable to move.
"Old Coffin, I will take you to a good place."
With a smile on her face, Ren Qing grabbed the coffin man and threw him into the prison in his belly.
The coffin lao felt a spin and quickly opened his eyes, only to find himself falling from the sky, and most of the drunkenness in his body immediately dissipated.
He opened his mouth wide and didn't even realize what was happening.
Bang……
The coffin man hit the island in the middle of the lake hard and lay there for a long time before he got up and noticed that there was a strange Taoist temple nearby.
The Taoist temple was filled with immortal energy, and not far away there was a spring spouting wine. The fragrance was stronger than the jars he drank from.
"I am..."
"This place is the abode of gods."
Yuan Si limped to Coffin Lao's side, and even though the latter's cultivation far exceeded him, he didn't feel the slightest bit afraid in his heart.
In fact, he had already woken up and received instructions from Ren Qing.
Old Coffin's head was full of confusion, and he recognized the man in front of him. He was usually the most inconspicuous among the monks on Morning Street.
But now it appears in front of us, and there is a so-called abode of gods. What the hell is it?
He suddenly became aware, grabbed Yuan Si and asked, "Do you know Ren Qing?"
The coffin elder thought of Ren Qing, and now he felt that he could not see through him. Not only did his qualifications fluctuate, but his understanding and talent were also far beyond ordinary.
There are also those dozen jars of wine. When he first drank it, he felt refreshed. Now that he has regained consciousness, it may have the effect of prolonging his life.
In his more than seventy years of experience, Coffin Lao has never heard of a spiritual wine that can prolong life.
Is it really related to immortals?
"Ren Qing? You don't recognize him."
Yuan Si shook his head, and then no matter how the coffin elder pressed him, he stopped replying and just looked at the horizon with fiery eyes.
The coffin man couldn't help but turn his head, and his heart couldn't help but beat wildly.
In the distance, there was a two-headed immortal standing in mid-air. The aura he exuded was as real as if he came from the mortal world.
The coffin elder was also more knowledgeable than Yuan Si. After he saw the appearance of the two-headed immortal, his breathing suddenly became extremely heavy.
"Yuanshi...Yuanshi Tianzun..."
Only in the classics can he get a glimpse of the true face of Daozu. Now that he met Yuanshi Tianzun, who was hard to distinguish between true and false, he couldn't help but feel frightened.
Yuan Si knelt down on the ground without hesitation, his expression slightly apologetic.
If he hadn't acted recklessly, he wouldn't have been trapped in Furong Tower, and he would have had to be rescued by the Immortal Lord in the end. It really shouldn't have happened.
The split soul borrows the ghost essence of the Heavenly Dao Worm. For the two people who master the Heavenly Dao Worm's method, the sense of oppression is even far greater than that of the monks in the ascension stage.
Ren Qing poured the contents of Nether Celestial Insect Law into their Niwan Palace.
"If you practice this technique, you can live forever."
The old man coffin opened his mouth wide. For him, a man whose life span has been exhausted, immortality is indeed something that is beyond his reach.
The Nether Celestial Insect Technique is not much different from the ordinary magic technique, with only some minor changes.
But these inconspicuous changes hide information that is horrifying to think about, and why is it called the Celestial Insect Technique...
The shaking ground interrupted Old Coffin's thoughts, and the island in the middle of the lake began to expand continuously.
In just a few breaths, the island grew several times larger, and the Taoist temple became hazy, as if it was about to turn into smoke and disperse at any moment.
Ren Qing took a deep breath and went through the contents of the Dream Butterfly Technique several times in his mind.
The three dream spells echo each other, exerting their power to the extreme.
Two more buildings appeared around the Taoist temple. Although they looked like ordinary shops, they were created out of thin air after all.
The coffin elder has already believed most of it. He has never seen such terrifying magical powers before, and even a monk in the distracted stage cannot achieve it.
He suspected that Ren Qing was a disciple of the Two-headed Immortal, so the opportunity fell on him.
The shops are completely formed, one is supposed to sell coffins, and the other is called Dameng Pavilion. I don’t know what it is used for.
The two looked at each other.
According to the information left by Ren Qing, Dameng Pavilion can be exchanged for cultivation materials, and the coffin shop is run by the coffin master.
However, the fairy market is not yet open and the shops are closed.
Before Ren Qing's separated soul left, two spiritual lights fell into their palms.
The coffin elder opened his palm and found a crystal clear amber-shaped gemstone. According to the extra information in his mind, taking it can extend your life by two hundred days. It is a rare fairy food.
What Yuan Si received was a flesh and blood magic weapon made from an adult leg bone.
He fit the lame leg without hesitation, and the two merged with each other at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon after, the disability in the leg was compensated by the magic weapon.
"Thank you Immortal Lord for your blessing. I have nothing to repay."
Yuan Si knocked his head hard several times, and then hurried to the Taoist temple, intending to immediately switch to practicing the Nether Celestial Insect Technique.
After hesitating for a moment, the coffin elder swallowed the corpse into his belly.
As the warmth surged, he knew that his longevity had indeed increased a lot, and he would not feel the pain of depletion again in a short time.
"Oh, I thought I was open-minded enough about life and death..."
"But who can regard immortality as nothing?"
The coffin elder looked at the obviously restricted world in the prison in his belly. It was probably some kind of magical power that created a world of its own. It seemed that he had indeed encountered an immortal.