I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality

Treasure and antiques should not be shown to powerful men; ancient swords and famous zithers should always be hidden away in cabinets.

Xu Qing understood this principle earlier than the foolish monk, and his purpose in coming to Wanshou Village was to discard the ’jade disc’ hidden on himself.

The relief grain stored in the Underground Street was useless; Xu Qing did not lack mundane money, and zombies also weren’t afraid of grain shortages as they do not need to eat grains.

An innocent man possessing a treasure invites trouble; instead of keeping this grain, it’s better to use it in the right place to realize its true value.

And the refugees flooding into Wanshou Village were precisely the cure for Xu Qing’s dilemma.

"This temple needs a name; we can’t call it Cat Immortal Hall. This is like a shell company; it won’t last long before we have to run away with the money. What should we call it then?"

Xuan Yu glanced at the papier-mâché small temple and then at Xu Qing, who spoke.

It didn’t understand what Xu Qing meant by a shell company, only knowing that the clever Xu Immortal Family could handle anything properly.

It’s truly rare to encounter such a considerate human being like this.

In front of the papier-mâché temple, Xu Qing casually wrote with a brush, and soon three large characters that could pierce through the paper appeared on the plaque of the paper temple.

Although Xu Qing’s handwriting couldn’t be called eternal or unmatched, it was worthy of being described as strong and elegant.

With his proficiency in various folk arts, writing a good piece of calligraphy was no difficult task for him.