I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 268 - 149: Appraisal, Ghostly Craftsmanship (Part 3)

Fox Girl? I must take a good look at this.

Xu Qing glanced at it and then flipped the mirror again.

This time, however, he saw Daoist Yizhen squinting his eyes, looking at him with a cold expression.

Silently putting away the treasure mirror, Xu Qing acted like nothing had happened, greeting Yizhen, who softened his expression and invited him to share a meal.

The meal cooked by the Fox Girl was certainly tempting, but how could Xu Qing, accustomed to such food, eat the meals of the living?

Upon leaving the coffin shop, Xu Qing sighed silently.

To eat without restraint, at the very least, one must have a Hidden Corpse.

Thinking about nurturing and refining a Golden Armored Corpse and evolving into a Hidden Corpse, Xu Qing kept moving, heading towards Flower and Bird Street.

Upon reaching Master Feng’s residence, Xu Qing inquired from the servants inside and learned that Master Feng had gone to the port with the escort agency to fetch goods.

"How long before Master Feng returns?"

"That I do not know; perhaps sometime after noon."

With no other choice, Xu Qing turned around and started walking back.

In the Flower and Bird Market, there were vendors selling cats and birds, as well as antiques and paintings. With nothing else to do, Xu Qing used the treasure mirror to reflect on those birds and cats.

Occasionally, he would also reflect on the vendors.

After some exploration, Xu Qing gradually discovered some insights.

For example, those with good energy would have a red glow on their foreheads in the mirror, while the unlucky ones appeared more dimly lit.

While observing, Xu Qing also discovered something interesting.

The mirror could actually reveal the authenticity of antiques and paintings!

Fake porcelain and bowls showed no change in the mirror, but some genuine funeral objects displayed wood grain-like shadows on the mirror surface, with more rings indicating greater age.

However, when Xu Qing aimed the mirror at himself, the smooth, new surface again fell into darkness.

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After strolling through the Flower and Bird Market for a while, Xu Qing saw it was still early, so he turned towards the Shuimen Bridge Villa, planning to plant the body he exorcised yesterday into the ground.

Climbing over the back wall into the villa, he heard the sound of a weaving machine from the west wing.

Passing by, Xu Qing saw that the loom was moving on its own, creaking, with a female ghost leaning against a nearby window sill, conversing with a pot of blooming otherworldly flora.

The otherworldly flora was known as the ghost flower, typically blooming on the Path to the Underworld, but the ones here were different from those known to the public.

This particular ghost flower was obtained during the Sutra of Salvation when guiding spirits and was a true spiritual plant that could enhance a ghost’s cultivation.

Xu Qing wondered just how bored the female ghost was to be chatting with a flower.

As he got closer, he heard the embroiderer say, "When will you bloom? I’m almost starving like a hungry ghost..."

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To phrase being as hungry as a ghost so elegantly is not an easy feat.

Xu Qing glanced at the autonomously operating loom and then at the embroiderer, speechless for a while.

Ghosts can manipulate objects, and they can also refine things tied to their unresolved obsessions into Dharma Artifacts.

Other ghosts’ Dharma Artifacts usually involve ropes or various weapons, most having a deadly nature.

But the ghost he nurtured refined the loom in the house into her own Dharma Artifact.

Whoever heard of a proper ghost carrying a loom into battle!

The embroiderer, quite proud of herself, pulled Xu Qing over next to the loom as he approached, like a dignified big white goose, declaring how long it took her to tame this unruly loom to weave by itself.

Xu Qing felt the pattern of yin energy flowing on the loom, thinking how fortunate it was that the people at the Corpse Worker Mill didn’t know ghosts could weave.

This wasn’t a fierce Yin Ghost; it was clearly a tireless money-making machine that didn’t even need feeding.

Suddenly, Xu Qing spoke up, "Embroiderer, can you make funeral clothes and shoes?"