I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 215 - 126: Altar, Fetal Obscurity_2

Putting the witch’s corpse into the box garden, Xu Qing then turned to the corpse of the ghost infant.

Turning the pages of the Sutra of Salvation, the ghost infant’s life was uneventful. Shortly after its birth, it was locked in the Locking Infant Tower.

The temple priest of the Child-Giving Temple would regularly send stillborn babies as nourishment for the ghost infant to grow.

This evil yin technique originates from the Rakshasa Bird.

According to legend, in the Land of the Moon, among burial grounds and tombs, accumulated corpse evil and resentment transformed over time into the Rakshasa Bird, which is as large as a gray crane. It can change into evil spirits and likes to eat human eyes. It’s also known as Yaksha, Asura, Bilis...

For the ghost infant to grow, it could only be refined using this technique.

If Xu Qing hadn’t intervened midway, in another year or so, the ghost infant might have filled in its physical defects and become an evil spirit with a bird’s face and human body, neither human nor ghost.

After the exorcism was completed, Xu Qing obtained a Fetal Obscurity Pearl.

The unluckiest thing in the world is for a living being to die a premature death just after birth, something beyond the fetus’s control, purely due to fate.

This Fetal Obscurity Pearl, though of human-level grade, has an incredible use – it brings bad luck.

Holding the gray-white pearl, Xu Qing invoked yin energy, and a strand of bad luck appeared at his fingertips, transforming into gray mist.

This mist has little effect on practitioners but can cause ordinary people to choke on water or wrench their back while yawning.

After playing with it for a while, Xu Qing tossed it into the Mountain and River Map.

Within the map, initially devoid of sun or moon, there now hung a gray-white full moon in the sky, with a faint image of a fetus hugging its knees visible within the moon.

The previously bright Mountain and River Map was now covered in a gray film, but a white lotus flowing down from the high mountains still radiated holy light on the rivers.

After dealing with the father and son ghosts, Xu Qing took out the items used for funeral rites and set up an exorcism altar for the hundred-odd fetuses before him.

As the Sutra of Salvation turned page by page, Xu Qing held a child in one arm, and with the other, he dipped a willow branch into an urn filled with morning dew, gently brushing the infants’ foreheads to cleanse the dust of this life.

In the distance, Xuan Yu, sulking, squatted on the wall, but softened when it saw Xu Qing, dressed in red, gently performing the exorcism for the children.

In the night sky, a black crow perched on a tree branch, silently watching the altar.

In the distance, the surviving incense man, perhaps fearful or aware of his sins, was now reciting the Sutra of the Protection of All Children along with two nuns who had never committed murder.

The temple priest of the Child-Giving Temple, the old nun, stared blankly at the ruins of the Locking Infant Tower, as if she had lost her soul.

Xu Qing, undistracted by outside events, finished cleansing the infants’ dust and began walking the steps to summon and guide souls using the Funeral and Mourning Scripture, to light the way for the children.

To ensure no obstacles on their journey, he burned many yin coins to buy passage, reciting Morning Reading and Recitation, praying to Celestial Venerable, Earth Deity, Star Constellations...

Finally, he recorded the events at the Child-Giving Temple in a document, accompanied by talismans, and burned them to notify the heavens.

Newborns are pure and innocent, unaware of worldly matters, and may not know how to express themselves in the Underworld or heaven.

Xu Qing burned the document to help these infants communicate, informing any possible deities of their experiences.

After finishing this, Xu Qing recited the Sutra of Transmigration again, three times to summon the wandering infant spirits and once to aid their reincarnation.

By the wall, Xuan Yu’s eyes suddenly gleamed with golden light, and incense ashes streamed from its mouth, nostrils, and ears, forming a glowing bridge connecting yin and yang.

At the altar, Xu Qing watched as white light points floated from the hundred-odd infant corpses, momentarily stunned.

He hadn’t expected the Hall Master of Cat Immortal Hall, the high Cat Immortal, to sacrifice the hard-earned incense for these babies.

Xu Qing turned and looked at Xuan Yu on the wall; it immediately looked away, still upset about Xu Qing using the Yin Pupil to spy on it.

Xu Qing chuckled softly.

Turning back, he focused on reciting the Sutra of Salvation, praying for these infants to be reborn into good or blissful lives.

After the exorcism, Xu Qing turned to the ruins of the Locking Infant Tower.

Among the ruins were easily inflammable wooden stairs and doors and windows.

Xu Qing flicked his fingers, sending a spark of Yin-Burning Fire, and the dirty items in the ruins started burning alongside the wood.

Nearby, the dazed old nun noticed the dancing flames, suddenly awakened, muttering the infant spirit’s name, and laughingly walked towards the fire pit.

Seeing this, Xu Qing swiftly moved from the altar to the fire pit.

Grabbing the old nun’s collar, he dragged her to the altar.

In Xu Qing’s eyes, the old nun’s sins were unresolved, and she had no right to choose her death, to follow her husband and child.

"Your blood shall be the sacrifice for these children’s altar, so they can rest in peace even in death!"

Hearing this, the old nun began to struggle, unwilling to admit her sins.

At the altar, Xu Qing gathered energy into a knife; for the hundred thirty-two infants, he cut the old nun one hundred thirty-three times, the final extra cut being unintended.

The earlier rituals were peaceful, but this was a vengeance ritual, settling scores.

After the nun’s death, the remaining traces of resentment from the infant spirits vanished, restoring peace.

After completing the rites, Xu Qing sighed in relief, collected the old nun’s corpse, and the altar items, and called Xuan Yu, ready to head home.

Though Xuan Yu was still sulking, it followed him obediently, moving along the wall as Xu Qing walked away from the temple.

Xu Qing stopped and turned; Xuan Yu stopped and looked back.

At the temple gate, the black crow circled and landed.

"Go ahead, Xu boy, I’ll handle things here. At dawn, I’ll call other Galloping Immortal disciples to clean up."

Xu Qing thanked the black crow but paused to look at the plaque under the eaves where the crow perched, the ’Infant Rescue Temple’ lettering glaringly bright.

Frowning, Xu Qing hesitated, but the black cat swiftly darted three steps away and with a strike, shattered the plaque.

Xuan Yu retracted its paw, landed gracefully, and walked past Xu Qing indifferently.

Xu Qing smiled, quickly caught up with the cat.

The black crow watched with beady eyes as the two Cat Immortal Hall sages departed.

On the mountain path, Xu Qing caught up with Xuan Yu, walking alongside, lavishly praising the cat.

"I didn’t know the Profound Jade Immortal Family had such a warm heart."

"What does ’warm heart’ mean?"

"It’s like having the demeanor of an immortal family, very lovable."

"..." Xuan Yu remained expressionless, but its steps slowed.

"Journeying with the Profound Jade Immortal Family is delightful. I like you the most."

Xu Qing shamelessly flattered.

With a youthful mind, despite being over three hundred years old, Xuan Yu couldn’t resist such sweet words.

Any lingering grudge instantly forgotten.

Previously maintaining a distance of three steps, Xuan Yu gradually closed the gap, walking alongside Xu Qing, and finally spoke in a childish voice.

"I like Xu Qing Immortal too."

Xu Qing chuckled.

To him, the affection between a zombie and a cat symbolizes companionship in their cultivation journey, shared experiences, and mutual support.

They say understanding worldly matters is crucial for enlightenment.

But if someone accompanies you through worldly matters, it’s undoubtedly a fortunate thing.

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