I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 145 - 95: No Coincidence, No Story

In the dead of night, a small old man who had been half-buried in the ground and then dug out was asking a female Daoist all sorts of questions. If Xu Qing didn’t know Hu Baosong well, he might have thought this old man was trying to pimp him out!

Xu Qing gazed at Daoist Yizhen, whose demeanor was calm and serene, with features as delicate as a painting.

For some reason, he always felt a familiar aura from this female Daoist...

"May this old man inquire about the lay name of the female Daoist before she took her vows?"

Yizhen, who had always been calm and composed, couldn’t help but furrow her brows. This old man dared to ask her lay name; might the next question be about her birthdate and whether she was married?

"This humble Daoist has no father or mother; I was taken in by my master from infancy. My master only told me my family name was Hu..." Yizhen paused, forcefully steering the conversation back: "Old sir, please stop asking these irrelevant questions. Although this Golden Chicken has taken a Purifying Essence Pill, it can only temporarily suppress the toxicity. If it doesn’t take the antidote soon, things might get bad."

Hu Baosong’s withered hands couldn’t help but tremble when he heard Yizhen say her family name was Hu.

Xu Qing’s interest was piqued by this statement. It seemed he had inadvertently heard something incredible.

"Xu lad, this poison..." Hu Baosong turned his gaze to the young man whose curiosity was burning brightly.

"Poison? What poison? Old Hu, why are you looking at me? I don’t recognize this Golden Chicken."

Hu Baosong knew the other party was still annoyed. He glanced at the frowning, silent female Daoist, then looked at Xu Qing, who was pretending to be clueless.

"Ahem, Xu brother!"

The old man fumbled in his sleeve, pulling out a few Talismans.

Xu Qing raised an eyebrow at this: "This chicken does look somewhat familiar..."

Hu Baosong forced a laugh at the suspicious look from the female Daoist and said to Xu Qing, "Take a closer look."

As he spoke, the old man pulled out two Confusion Talismans and a Yin Thunder Talisman.

"I remember! This wretched creature broke into my house and wreaked havoc in my chicken coop. The dozen hens I raised were almost ruined by it. When I discovered it, it even tried to peck me. Truly detestable!"

Hu Baosong’s breath caught at these words, while Daoist Yizhen frowned and said, "This Golden Chicken in the temple possesses spiritual nature; it wouldn’t ordinarily harm people. Perhaps there is some hidden reason.

As for the hens in your chicken coop..."

The female Daoist rarely showed a look of astonishment: "There is only one rooster in the Five Elders Temple. It may have just entered the mortal world and harbored worldly thoughts..."

"If it has offended you, I apologize on its behalf." She then took a porcelain bottle from her sleeve: "Here are a few Purifying Essence Pills. These pills calm the mind, strengthen the body, and can be a gift to you..."

Xu Qing took the bottle, his expression peculiar.

Such an orthodox pill probably wouldn’t suit his zombie physique.

But it could serve as cat food back home.

Xu Qing put away the pills, then reached into his embrace, finally pulling out a Hundred Herbs Pill.

Since dealing with nearly two hundred corpses, he had amassed a variety of pills with different effects.

In the jars and cans of the Mountain and River Map, he found cooling powder, Strength Pills, Dog Skin Ointment, Golden Spear Unyielding Pills, Great Strength Vajra Pills, Forgetfulness Pills—essentially a hodgepodge of pills with various effects.

As for the Hundred Herbs Pill, which could cure all poisons, he placed it in the most inconspicuous corner, not even bothering with a bottle. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Being a zombie immune to all poisons, it was useless to him, just something gathering dust.

Exchanging a useless Hundred Herbs Pill for five or six Talismans and a bottle of cat food was a great deal!

In the coffin shop, the listless Golden Chicken struggled to resist when Xu Qing approached.

Roosters naturally possess Supreme Yang Blood, which inherently restrains Yin Ghosts and evil spirits. The Golden Chicken, a variant among roosters, was born with a Pure Yang Physique.

Seeing Xu Qing, who was filled with Yin Qi and evil to the bone, approach, the Golden Chicken couldn’t stay calm!

"Golden Simurgh, behave!" Yizhen scolded.

The Golden Chicken clucked twice, no longer resisting.

"It’s called Golden Simurgh?" Xu Qing placed the pill in front of the Golden Chicken, amused: "A chicken named after a mythical bird!"

The Golden Chicken struggled again upon hearing this.

Xu Qing continued, "Hey, this chicken understands human speech. How did you train it, Daoist? I’m thinking of training my dozen hens in the backyard."

"Golden Simurgh is a Spiritual Bird raised by my master over fifty years ago."

"Over fifty years?" Xu Qing exclaimed, "May I ask how old you are, Daoist?"

"..."

Yizhen lowered her eyes, fell silent, but Hu Baosong’s expression turned peculiar: "Daoist Yizhen should be thirty-six years old... likely born around February."

The female Daoist suddenly raised her eyes in confusion: "How do you know my age, old sir?"

Hu Baosong looked at Yizhen, then half-jokingly said, "This old man knows some arts of divination and could tell from your face. As for the other part... this old man knew Daoist Zichen well."

"It’s a pity I never got to see her again."

With that, Hu Baosong got up and went to the inner room, bringing out a wooden box.

Xu Qing watched Old Hu carefully handle the box, thinking it held something valuable. But when the box was opened, it contained only some small trinkets.

Pouches, kites, dolls, wood carvings, jade pendants, and some old letters.

Xu Qing leaned in to look at the letters. Just from a cursory glance, he saw names like Yang Yingying, Cui Miaoyin, Wei Sanggu, Zichen... among several others.