Bang!

An arbitrary door fell directly somewhere in the backyard of the Taishi Bureau, and then Kong Qing, carrying a little milk cat, walked out of the door and smiled brightly at an old Taoist priest sitting on the steps.

"Morning, Masato!"

"Huh……"

Qingxiazi raised her eyelids, glanced at Kong Qing, then lowered her head, blew on the tea cup in front of her, took a long sip, and then spoke in an unhurried tone.

"Master Qingwei, looking at your high spirits, could it be that you have found a way to resurrect those ghosts?"

"Frankly speaking, this can't be considered found..."

Kong Qing returned his hand and closed the door. He walked straight to Qingxiazi and sat down next to him. He took out two cups from his sleeves and poured two and a half cups of tea without any hesitation.

Then he took out a milk bottle from his sleeve, poured half a cup of milk into each of the two cups, and took out a small spoon to stir there.

Suck…

After the mixing was completed, Kong Qing picked up the tea cup and took a sip, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Damn...

After seeing Kong Qing take a sip, the little cat also jumped down and landed in front of the cup prepared for him. He took a tentative lick and nodded with satisfaction.

It still tastes so good. The old Taoist priest’s tea was too bitter before!

When Kong Qing raised his head with satisfaction, he happened to see an old Taoist priest looking at him with a squandering look. He blinked and tentatively raised the bottle in his hand towards the old Taoist priest.

"100% pure milk, would you like to add some milk to try it?"

"..."

Qingxiazi rolled her eyes at him, turned away, holding the fragrant teacup in her hand, and replied angrily.

"No need, the Taoist way is pure and refined, and doesn't like to be mixed with other things!"

"Cultivation and diet are not the same thing..."

Kong Qing muttered something quietly, and then, not surprisingly, he was despised by Qingxiazi again.

"Qingwei, you have become a real person after all, but you don't even understand the consistent principles? You are so stupid!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Kong Qing took another sip of milk tea, and then answered without sincerity.

"How can Xiaodao's character be compared with your real person..."

Then, just when the expression on Qingxiazi's face began to turn from cloudy to gloomy, Kong Qing immediately changed the topic rationally and continued what he said when he entered the door.

"Pindao has not found a way to make those poor women reborn, but he has found a way to make them immortal!"

"Do you still need to find a way to avoid death?"

Qingxiazi held the tea cup and choked Kong Qing casually.

"Just find a dark place and throw them in, and they can survive for at least several decades!"

"Then forget it, those underworlds are not good places now..."

Kong Qing was holding milk tea in his hand, with a look of helplessness on his face.

"The Yin Di of Chang'an, where the Capital Emperor Zhang Daoyuan is personally in charge, is already the most orderly place in the Yin Di. However, there are still ghosts who disappear inexplicably. If these poor women are thrown in, something will happen.

I really don’t dare to think about it.”

Suck!

Qingxiazi picked up the tea cup and took another sip with a blank look on her face.

"Okay! Then Qingwei, what method did you finally find to make those ghosts immortal?"

"Taiyin Refining Technique!"

Kong Qing imitated Qingxiazi, took a sip of milk tea, and said slowly.

"Didn't Xiaodao tell you, Master Taiyin, that Mrs. Taiyin will be staying here temporarily during this period? She happens to have this method of cultivating ghosts into ghosts and immortals to live in the world..."

"Taiyin Refining...Isn't this something from the Shangqing Sect?"

Qingxiazi frowned and asked with some confusion.

"If the old Taoist remembers it correctly, this thing seems to be the way to dismember corpses. Although it is low...a little bit ordinary, it can still be regarded as a method of reborn and become an earthly immortal. And the ghosts of those women have been dead for so many years.

Now, what kind of Taiyin can you use to refine your body..."

"Master, you don't know something. The art of Taiyin refining was created by Mrs. Taiyin. She can pass it on to whomever she wants. The Shangqing Sect only passed it on through Mrs. Wei's relationship...

"

Kong Qing held the tea cup, recalled the explanation Mrs. Taiyin gave him before, and said that he was learning now and selling now.

"The essence of the Taiyin refining technique is to live towards death, enter the Taiyin with the soul, and refine the body with the Yin energy. After the final work is completed, the soul returns to the orifice, collects blood and nourishes the flesh, produces body fluids and forms fluids, thereby achieving another goal.

Reborn in a sense.

However, if this Taiyin Refining Technique can be used to train the Yin God alone by using Yin Qi to condense the soul, it can also be regarded as a method for cultivating ghosts and immortals..."

Having said this, Kong Qing took a sip of tea.

"As you said, Zhenren, this thing is indeed a bit low-level, so Pindao feels that after this method is reborn, it is not qualified to be called an Earth Immortal, but can only be called a Corpse Execution Immortal!"

As he spoke, Kong Qing raised his neck and poured the last mouthful of milk tea into his mouth. Then he raised his hand to get the teapot again, only to find that there was an empty teacup opposite the teapot.

"Hey! Someone actually came to visit you before the trail. Who is this? So... free?"

"hehe……"

Qingxiazi held the teacup, looked at Kong Qing and sneered.

"It's not because you, the straight-talking Master Qingwei, leaked the secret. As a result, the prime minister of this dynasty became suspicious and went to the old Taoist to talk round and round for a long time, trying to find out how long he could live."

"The secret leaked to the prime minister..."

Kong Qing blinked in confusion.

"Who?"

"You don't even know what you are doing?"

Qingxiazi looked at Kong Qing's confused look and sighed helplessly.

"Feng Deyi!"

"Oh oh oh..."

After hearing this name, Kong Qing suddenly understood.

"It's him, that's right! Pindao did tell him that he didn't have to worry about his lifespan before he became the Right Servant. The question is, didn't he just become the Zhongshu Ling?"

"Master Qingwei, don't you, a straight-talking little god like you, still not know?"

Qingxiazi answered angrily while holding the tea cup.

"Two days ago at the Shuo Wang court meeting, the prince and the King of Qin jointly promoted Feng Deyi to the position of right servant."

"ha!"

Kong Qing blinked silently.

No wonder when King Qin met with him two days ago, he said with a mysterious face that he wanted to use a face-changing artifact, so he asked the sword boy to take the face spoofing machine and follow Cheng Yaojin to Chang'an for a day.

This thing!

etc!

Did the King of Qin take what he told him before he left for Changsha seriously, that after Feng Deyi was appointed as his right servant, he would be proud and regretful?

Actually, I’m really not sure about this!

Although historically he did die within a few months of becoming a right servant, but he was several years older at that time than he is now!

Kong Qing raised his eyebrows...

no!

His iron-clad sign must not be smashed down by others. Since Feng Deyi has become the right servant of the minister, he must be proud and regretful. Even if he does not want to be proud and regretful, he must give him a proud and honest sign.

The dragon has regrets.

Thinking of this, Kong Qing rolled his eyes and looked up at Qingxiazi.

"Then how did you answer him, Master?"

"How can an old Taoist answer..."

Qingxiazi answered casually.

"The old Taoist said that he was not familiar with the art of fortune-telling and couldn't tell how long he could live. He asked him to ask Yin Wenchao or Zhang Jiuzang. If that doesn't work, he could also ask Li Chunfeng!"

"..."

Kong Qing blinked and asked again.
To be continued...