"When the host lives long enough, they'll realize that nothing in this world remains unchanged."
"Heaven's Way is like this, and so are people."
"Hehehe!"
"The system is just a system, always talking in circles."
Chen Changsheng stood up with a smile, glanced at the dawn breaking on the horizon, extinguished the campfire, and continued his journey southward.
When one possesses an endless lifespan, besides becoming cautious, they also tend to get bored.
To combat this extreme boredom, Chen Changsheng set a small goal for himself.
That was to see if Niansheng was doing well.
However, while pursuing this small goal, Chen Changsheng discovered another hobby of his.
That was learning. Whenever he encountered an industry that piqued his interest, Chen Changsheng would stop and spend a few years studying it.
In the past twenty years, Chen Changsheng had been a beggar, sold tofu, and even learned the art of brewing.
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But among all these trades, Chen Changsheng's favorite and most proficient was the all-in-one funeral service.
The reason was simple: aside from the funeral business, even being a beggar involved disputes, as beggars had to fight for territory.
In contrast, selling coffins was much more peaceful.
Thieves wouldn't steal them, bandits wouldn't rob them, and no matter if you were a high-ranking official or a royal, you couldn't escape being enclosed in those few planks.
Moreover, Chen Changsheng's skill in Dragon Vein Searching improved significantly.
While others relied solely on theoretical knowledge from books, unsure of its efficacy, Chen Changsheng was different. After helping people with burials, he could slowly observe the subsequent developments of the family.
In these twenty years, the longest observation Chen Changsheng conducted lasted five years.
It was precisely this stop-and-go behavior that allowed Chen Changsheng to cover only three thousand miles in twenty years.
***
Linglong Town.
Watching the figures occasionally flying overhead, Chen Changsheng clicked his tongue in admiration.
"No wonder that woman was so disdainful when she heard I was coming; it took me fifty years to get here."
"For ordinary people, living to fifty is already a challenge."
After a brief lament over the merciless passage of time, Chen Changsheng began searching for a suitable shop in the town.
This place was a small town under the Linglong Sect's mountain gate, a favorite spot for some low-level cultivators and Linglong Sect's miscellaneous workers.
Originally, Chen Changsheng planned to sneak into the Linglong Sect to check on Niansheng, but upon arriving at Linglong Town, he abandoned the idea.
Because within a hundred miles of the Linglong Sect, tales of Li Niansheng were widespread.
The Linglong Sect had produced a once-in-a-millennium genius who achieved the Golden Elixir stage in just fifty years, her astounding talent even startling the sect master who had been in seclusion for years.
Faced with such a prodigious talent, countless young talents flocked to her, hoping to become her Dao companion.
However, in response to these numerous geniuses, Li Niansheng always had only one reply.
"None of you combined can compare to Changsheng."
Over time, Li Niansheng became known in the cultivation world as the purest cultivator, for her obsession with Changsheng was unmatched.
In stark contrast to Li Niansheng's fame, Chen Changsheng's presence was almost nonexistent.
No one in Linglong Town noticed that in the most secluded part of town, a small coffin shop, only large enough to hold two or three coffins, had opened.
...
"Is anyone here?"
A little bald head peeked into the coffin shop.
Hearing the commotion, a figure suddenly sat up from one of the coffins.
Seeing someone suddenly sit up from a coffin, the little bald head was startled.
After confirming that the person before him was alive, the little bald head patted his chest to calm himself.
"Sir, how can you lie in a coffin? Coffins are for the dead."
Seeing the little bald head's earnest expression, Chen Changsheng chuckled.
He had been running this coffin shop for three years, with almost no visitors. If not for growing and selling some low-level spiritual herbs, the shop might have closed long ago.
"Little monk, what you said isn't quite right. Whether mortal or cultivator, in the end, everyone faces death.
Since that's the case, why should the living disdain their final resting place?"
Hearing Chen Changsheng's words, the little monk tilted his head in thought, then clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha! Thank you, sir, for your guidance. It was my attachment to form."
"Hehehe! Didn't expect someone so young to have such insight."
With that, Chen Changsheng jumped out of the coffin and patted the little monk's smooth bald head.
"So, little monk, what brings you to my coffin shop?"
Upon hearing this, the little monk lowered his head and said, "Recently, the Heavenly Buddha Temple and Linglong Sect joined forces to subdue a notorious demonic cultivator. That demonic cultivator refused to surrender and was ultimately killed by a Linglong Sect elder.
Although he committed many evil deeds, I don't want to see his body left to rot in the wilderness, so I want to buy a coffin to bury him."
Hearing the little monk's words, Chen Changsheng clicked his tongue and said, "Do you have money? I'm running a business here; I can't do a losing deal."
"I've prepared for this."
With 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 took one.
"One medium-grade spirit stone can get you my best all-in-one service. When do you want to set off?"
"We can go now; if we delay any longer, the body will start to rot."
Faced with the little monk's request, Chen Changsheng didn't hesitate and left with the little monk.
As for the coffin shop...
Chen Changsheng didn't even bother to close the door. There were only two coffins inside, and no one in their right mind would come to steal two ordinary coffins.
***
The Wilderness.
Under the little monk's guidance, Chen Changsheng finally saw the so-called demonic cultivator.
At this moment, he looked no different from any dead mortal.
If there was any difference, it was that half of his face had been completely smashed.
Seeing this scene, Chen Changsheng couldn't help but sigh, "Little monk, you cultivators have no sense of humanity, do you? Regardless of what he did in life, you went through so much trouble to capture him.
Even in death, one deserves a proper burial. Leaving him in the wilderness like this is just wrong.
In this cultivation world, you're the only one with a bit of humanity."
In response to Chen Changsheng's words, the little monk silently recited Buddhist scriptures.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng shook his head and began the task of collecting the body.
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