056.Yincai
The waiter was caught by Miaoyuan from behind the counter. He immediately shook like a sieve, and even revealed a yellow tail. In horror, his face turned into a beast with yellow hair, which looked a bit like a wolf at first glance.
“Jackal…?” Qing Ling raised his eyebrows in surprise. He grew up in the mountains and had seen jackals in the mountains when he was young, but these creatures usually appeared in groups.
There is only one of them. I guess it is not easy to cultivate into an adult.
The guy in this shop is actually a jackal.
The entire inn was blocked by Shang Changheng's Yin energy.
Qing Ling asked: "Tell me, your shop is full of yin energy, what do you want to do here?"
The jackal demon had a beast head on his head, his sharp teeth chattering, but he spoke in human language: "This... this is opening the door for business, it's all consensual..."
The old man named Song Cheng also avoided looking at him. The more he did so, the more it seemed like there was something fishy going on. Qingling then began to walk around the inn. The group first went to the backyard, where chopped firewood was piled, but Qingling smelled the stinking smell of rotting flesh and blood.
The kitchen only had a dirty cloth curtain as a door, and the stains on it looked like dried blood. Zhu Lezhi paused as soon as he entered the kitchen, blocking the door. Then he turned around and walked out without saying a word, with a very ugly look on his face.
Qing Ling lifted the curtain and at a glance, he knew why Zhu Lezhi had that reaction and his face darkened.
The kitchen was very large, with three stoves, and several wooden barrels and basins that were stained with dried blood and whose original color could no longer be seen. In the basins were two human heads with their hair removed. There were many hooks hanging from above, holding human bodies that had been disemboweled and split in half. The limbs were piled in barrels, and there was a basin specifically for the internal organs. The bloody slaughter scene frightened Qing Ling so much that he took a step back, and the curtain fell.
"This..." Qing Ling had recently been investigating the history of the ancient Zhou Dynasty, and naturally could not avoid the bloody cannibalism. He also knew that when natural disasters were severe, the victims would eat their own children. However, this was the first time he had seen such a scene, and he was shocked for a few breaths before he finished speaking: "...They are, eating people?"
Miao Yuan chanted the Buddha's name, and Zhu Lezhi walked back with a sullen face. This time she went straight into the kitchen.
Qingling felt that she seemed to know something, so he followed her.
Zhu Lezhi lifted the lid of the pot and took a look. The pot was very clean, with nothing in it. He looked at the body parts for a long time before saying, "These bodies have been soaked in medicinal herbs. They won't rot even if they are left here for ten days or half a month. They can also be dried in the shade. I just saw their menu at the counter. The names of the dishes are very strange, such as "Licking the Calf" and "Fried Heartless". If I'm not mistaken, it's more like a restaurant than an inn. They're selling Yin dishes here."
Miao Yuan had never heard of this before, and he showed the same surprise as Qing Ling.
Zhu Lezhi said: "Yin vegetables were originally meant for ghosts to eat, not humans. As long as the evil ghosts who haven't hurt anyone eat them, their resentment will be gone and they will be reincarnated."
Qing Ling looked at the hanging mortal bodies and asked, "These don't look like they are for sending away ghosts."
"Yes, not all chefs who make Yin dishes are good people." Zhu Lezhi's face was tense. "There is a Yin dish inheritor who cooks human flesh and human souls. Monsters who eat it can increase their Taoism, and humans who eat it can add years to their lives. They are deceiving the heavens by killing people who are not destined to die and cooking them into Yin dishes. People who eat it can get their unfinished Yang lifespan by deceiving the heavens. Logically speaking, cooking Yin dishes with humans disappeared earlier than the art of controlling ghosts. I didn't expect to see it here again."
Qingling thought of the ghost he had just seen. It looked like he had been working hard to make a living when he was alive. He was so confused that he didn't even know he was dead. Then he looked at the head in the basin that had been drained of blood and washed clean. It was clearly the same person.
The body and the soul are both used to make Yin dishes.
"Let's go to the second floor and take a look." Qingling said and turned to go out.
He was almost out of breath, and Shang Changheng, who was following him, suddenly said, "It's okay for you to wait downstairs."
Qingling shook his head, indicating that it was not necessary.
The jackal and Song Cheng on the first floor were still there, but not in the same place as before. It seemed that they had tried to escape but failed. Qingling ignored them and went straight to the second floor. The second floor was a long corridor with rooms next to each other.
Some rooms had lights on. Qingling didn't go in, but he could feel the gloomy energy and a rather strange fragrance emanating from the lighted rooms from outside.
Shang Changheng, who was following beside him, suddenly changed his expression. He suddenly took a step back and covered his head with his hands.
Qing Ling quickly asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
"This fragrance..." Shang Changheng's eyes welled up bloodshot, and bloody memories surged in his mind like raging waves, and it was as if thousands of fine needles pierced him. The uncontrollable resentment and hatred exploded like oil poured into a fire, and the desire to kill rose, and he wanted to tear to pieces all the living things in front of him.
Qing Ling couldn't figure out for a moment why the incense would stimulate Shang Changheng's evil spirit, but he pushed Shang Changheng back, turned around and kicked the door open. The people in the room were floating back and forth as if pacing. They were the people he had just seen, but Qing Ling had no time to care. He picked up the incense burner next to the oil lamp, poured all the incense on the ground and stomped them out with his feet.
When he went out again, he happened to see Zhu Lezhi and Miao Yuan confronting Shang Changheng with a wary look on their faces.
"It's okay." Qing Ling grabbed Shang Changheng's sleeve and said to the two of them, "There's incense burning inside. He acted like this because of the incense."
"The bewitching incense is specially used to trap ghosts." Zhu Lezhi held the whip in his hand, "No wonder he was provoked to become violent. Take him down first, and we will search the second floor."
Qingling had also seen it, so he nodded in agreement. As he just went down the stairs, he heard miserable cries coming from the second floor.
"I remember, I remember! Ah!! Don't, don't kill me, don't kill me!! Don't!!!"
"No... No, I'm dead... No, no, I'm not dead, I'm not dead... I... I'm dead, no..."
Qing Ling paused. No one could calmly accept the fact that he was dead. He turned his head to look at Shang Changheng, who still had a tense expression and was suppressing his violent murderous intent.
What about him?
After a trip between life and death, he cannot come back to life even if he kills all his enemies. The ancient Zhou Dynasty that was destroyed thousands of years ago is already history. His obsession and cause and effect started thousands of years ago, but may not be fulfilled a thousand years later.
"Maybe..." Qing Ling whispered, "It's not a good thing to think about it."
Shang Changheng paused slightly, and a strange smile appeared on his pale face, cruel and cold.
"There aren't so many good things in the world," he said. "Cause and effect must come to an end."
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After going downstairs, Qingling had roughly figured out the whole picture of this shady shop.
They tricked passers-by into coming in, killed them and made them into Yin dishes, and then sold them to people like Song Cheng to eat.
Perhaps knowing that he was doomed, as soon as the two men walked down the stairs, Song Cheng knelt down to block their way. He no longer had the calm demeanor of an elder, but kowtowed twice on the ground and said, "Gentlemen, you are not ordinary people either. I beg you to spare my life."
There were more cries coming from the second floor, probably because the incense in other lighted rooms had been extinguished.
Qing Ling asked: "Did those people you ate ever beg for mercy?"
Song Cheng was stunned for a moment, with an expression that looked like he was crying and laughing. "But I didn't kill him. I used my merits to prolong my life. I have fished for floating objects and saved ghosts in my life. I have accumulated a lot of merits, but I still have to die when the time comes. I don't want to die. I want to live. Young master, young master, as long as you accumulate more merits, you can live a hundred years by coming to this store! Please let us go!"
Qingling was afraid of death. He felt that this was human nature, but he could not survive by eating humans.
Yu Bo taught him to be a good person, but Qing Ling felt that this was not possible, as he had never been the type to be well-behaved and obedient. Although he looked quiet, he had his own ideas in his mind.
Even at this moment, Yu Qingling has his own standards for judging right and wrong. This black shop that takes human life lightly should be smashed, and the murderer should be put to death.
This has nothing to do with righteous indignation, Qingling just felt that this was the right thing to do, so he came.
Whether it was the extermination of the Yang family before or now, he felt that these people deserved to die. It had nothing to do with the justice of heaven, but in his eyes, these people deserved to die, and maybe he could even get some merit by doing so.
"If you don't want to die, then you don't have to die?" Qing Ling asked in a normal tone.
Song Cheng was stunned. He continued, "The chance to avoid death is right in front of me! What heaven? Those high-ranking officials have done a lot of things that take human lives lightly, but they are still living a life of luxury! They suck the blood of the poor and enjoy themselves. I just eat a few people to prolong my life. If I stay alive, I can help more water ghosts who died unjustly to go to hell. This is a merit, a great merit! Am I the only one who deserves to die?!"
Qing Ling treated them all equally, "It doesn't matter, if you meet them, just kill them all."
Song Cheng was choked. He didn't expect that this kind, gentle and gentle young man could be so cold-tempered and simply unyielding.
To say that he is good is not true, and to say that he is evil is not true either.
Shang Changheng laughed out loud.
Song Cheng was confessing his true feelings and trying to lure Qing Ling with benefits, and what he said seemed to make sense, but Qing Ling didn't listen to a word he said. His stubbornness was in a strange way.
"Save your energy." Shang Changheng sneered. He was a dead man, and he couldn't stand seeing someone using this method to prolong his life. "Why don't you tell me where the boss of the Taoist name Jiu Ling is?"
He looked at the jackal, whose tail and ears were drooping in despair.
The jackal demon suddenly realized something. He smiled bitterly while holding the jackal's head. "The boss comes back once every month. If you want to calculate, it would be tomorrow."
Qing Ling asked again: "But there are guests coming today, so are you the one who is cooking the inn's yin dishes?"
"Yes." The jackal monster answered readily, "Before eating, guests who come here will sign a note to give their merits to the host. Every month, the host will come to collect the note for that month. The skill of making Yin dishes was also taught by the host. Otherwise, how could a mountain beast like me achieve such a level of cultivation in just a hundred years?"
Qingling thought, what a coincidence, he will be back tomorrow.
This is not an unexpected encounter.
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