Chapter 5: Nameless Coffin Shop, First Customer
"When the Host lives long enough, they will discover that nothing in the world is forever unchanging."
"The Heavenly Dao is like this, and Humans are also like this."
"Hahahaha!"
"The System is indeed the System; its words are quite articulate."
Chen Changsheng smiled and got up, glanced at the dawn breaking in the sky, casually extinguished the fire, and then continued heading south.
When a person possesses boundless longevity, besides becoming cautious, they also become bored.
Facing this extreme boredom, Chen Changsheng set a small goal for himself.
That was to go and see if Nian Sheng was doing well.
However, while achieving this small goal, Chen Changsheng discovered another hobby of his.
That was learning; whenever he encountered an industry he was interested in, Chen Changsheng would stop and spend a few years learning it.
In these twenty years, Chen Changsheng had been a beggar, sold tofu, and also learned a skill in brewing wine.
But among so many industries, what Chen Changsheng liked and was best at was the funeral service.
The reason was simple: besides the funeral industry, even being a beggar couldn't avoid conflict, because beggars also had to fight for territory.
On the contrary, selling coffins was much more peaceful.
Thieves wouldn't steal, bandits wouldn't rob; no matter if you were a high official or a royal relative, you couldn't escape being confined within these few planks.
In addition to this, Chen Changsheng's skill in geomancy also soared.
Others only used theoretical knowledge from books for geomancy, and no one knew if it was effective.
But Chen Changsheng was different; after helping people bury the deceased, he could slowly observe the subsequent development of that family.
In these twenty years, the longest observation Chen Changsheng spent was five years.
It was precisely this stop-and-go behavior that Chen Changsheng only traveled three thousand miles in twenty years.
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Linglong Town.
Looking at the Human figures flying overhead from time to time, Chen Changsheng smacked his lips and sighed.
"No wonder that woman looked disgusted when she heard I was visiting; it took me a total of fifty years to get here."
"Ordinary Humans, if they are unlucky, it's tough enough to live to fifty."
After a brief sigh about the ruthlessness of time, Chen Changsheng began searching for a suitable storefront in the Small town.
This place was a Small town at the foot of the Linglong Sect mountain gate, and it was also the most favored place for some low-level Cultivators and the Linglong Sect's laborers.
Originally, Chen Changsheng planned to sneak into the Linglong Sect to check on Nian Sheng's situation, but when he arrived at Linglong Town, Chen Changsheng dismissed this idea.
Because the legend of Li Niansheng was circulating within a hundred miles of the Linglong Sect.
The Linglong Sect had produced a rare Genius in a thousand years, who achieved Golden Core perfection in just fifty years of entering the sect, and her astonishing talent even alarmed the Sect Master who had been in seclusion for a long time.
Facing such a favored daughter of Heaven, countless young talents flocked to her, wishing to become her Daoist companion.
However, facing countless geniuses, Li Niansheng's response was always only one sentence.
"All of you put together are not as good as Chang Sheng."
Over time, Li Niansheng was also called the purest Cultivator in the cultivation world, because her obsession with Chang Sheng was unmatched.
Unlike Li Niansheng, who was highly noticed, Chen Changsheng's sense of existence could almost be said to be equivalent to none.
No one in the entire Linglong Town noticed that in the most remote part of Linglong Town, a small coffin shop that could only display three or two coffins had opened.
......
"Excuse me, is anyone in?"
A Little Monk with a shaved head peeked into the coffin shop.
Hearing the movement, a Human figure suddenly sat up from inside a coffin.
Seeing a person suddenly sit up from inside the coffin, the Little Monk was immediately startled.
Only after confirming that the person in front of him was alive did the Little Monk pat his chest to calm himself down.
"Lord, how can you lie in a coffin?"
"Coffins are for the dead to sleep in."
Looking at the Little Monk's serious appearance, Chen Changsheng smiled.
He had been running this coffin shop here for three years, and during that time, almost no one had visited. If it weren't for him usually planting and selling some low-level spiritual herbs,
This shop would have probably closed down long ago.
"Little Monk, what you said is not right."
"Whether it's a Mortal or a Cultivator, they will eventually face death."
"Since that's the case, why should a living person dislike their final resting place?"
Hearing Chen Changsheng's words, the Little Monk tilted his head and thought for a moment, then put his hands together and said, "amitabha!"
"Thank you for your guidance, Lord. It was I, the Little Monk, who was attached to appearances."
"Hahahaha!"
"I didn't expect you to be quite insightful despite your young age."
Saying that, Chen Changsheng jumped out of the coffin and then rubbed the Little Monk's smooth, round head.
"Tell me, Little Monk, what are you doing at my coffin shop?"
Upon hearing this, the Little Monk lowered his head and said, "Recently, Tianfo Temple and the Linglong Sect jointly subdued a Demon Cultivator who had committed many evil deeds."
"That Demon Cultivator swore not to submit and was finally killed by a Linglong Sect Elder."
"Although that Lord committed many evil deeds, the Little Monk does not want to see his body exposed in the wilderness, so I want to buy a coffin to bury him."
Hearing the Little Monk's words, Chen Changsheng smacked his lips and said, "Do you have money?"
"I'm running a business; I can't do a losing business."
"I'm ready."
Saying that, the Little Monk took out three medium-grade Spirit Stones from his storage bag and handed them to Chen Changsheng.
Looking at the valuable medium-grade Spirit Stones, Chen Changsheng smiled and then took one of them.
"One medium-grade Spirit Stone can enjoy my best all-in-one service here. May I ask when we can depart?"
"Right now, if we delay any longer, that Lord's body will start to smell."
Facing the Little Monk's request, Chen Changsheng did not hesitate and immediately left with the Little Monk.
As for the coffin shop...
Chen Changsheng didn't even close the door. There were only two coffins inside the shop, and anyone who wasn't out of their mind wouldn't come here to steal two ordinary coffins.
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Wilderness.
Under the guidance of the Little Monk, Chen Changsheng finally saw the so-called Demon Cultivator.
At this time, he was no different from those dead Mortals.
If there was any difference, it was that half of his face had been completely shattered.
Seeing this scene, Chen Changsheng couldn't help but sigh, "Little Monk, are all you Cultivators so heartless?"
"Let alone what he did in his life, this person was someone you went to great lengths to capture."
"Killing someone is just a matter of beheading; you should at least dig a hole and bury him!"
"What's the meaning of leaving him here in the wilderness?"
"In this cultivation world, I think only you, this Little Monk, have some humanity."
Facing Chen Changsheng's words, the Little Monk just silently chanted Buddhist scriptures.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng shook his head and then began the work of collecting the body.