Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 2 Record of Rebirth

Everyone stood up and their eyes were drawn to the newcomer. A burly, square-faced middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and large eyes was dressed in the uniform of the Night Patrol, with a curved sword at his waist. He walked with a swagger, striding straight through the courtyard toward Shen Lian's room.

"Greetings, Officer Yang!" the crowd shouted in unison.

Yang Cha nodded slightly, and Shen Lian, hearing the noise, also came out of the house with a bright smile on her face.

"Oh, Officer Yang has arrived. Come in and have a seat."

After Shen Lian ushered them into the room, the group of teenagers looked on with envy and began to whisper among themselves.

"That's so cool! I wish I could be a taxi driver someday."

"Stop dreaming. Becoming a clerk in the government office is already a blessing from your ancestors."

"I've heard that Chief Yang is in charge of managing the Night Patrol Corps' corpse collection team. Tsk tsk, if I could become a corpse collector, I'd call Chief Yang 'Dad'."

"Go away, go away! You want to be a son? Yang Cha Tou wouldn't even want one."

...

Lin Qing listened to the crowd's discussion and his heart stirred slightly.

This constable, whose real name was Yang Feng, was a big shot in the yamen, known for his incorruptibility.

If Lin Qingruo wants to become a corpse collector, he must gain its approval.

at this time.

in the room.

Shen Lian poured Yang Feng a cup of hot tea and teased him with a smile, "Yang, what brings you here? Did you miss me?"

Yang Feng remained expressionless. He had known Shen Lian for many years and knew that she was promiscuous and didn't care about other people's opinions.

"I am here on official business. The night patrol is short-staffed, and I need a few men to help me move the body. They need to be bold, careful, and reliable."

"I understand, I understand." Shen Lian said, taking the sheet of cloth from the cabinet and placing it on the table in front of Yang Feng. "This is the roster of the helpers in the courtyard. You can pick one."

Yang Feng picked up the cloth and quickly flipped through it: "Only three people have completed the five-year time limit? That's not enough. Anyone with a time limit of three years or more, come with me."

"What happened? Why are you so short-staffed?" Shen Lian asked.

"Yesterday a white-haired whirlwind struck, and a large number of refugees outside the city died. The bodies need to be dealt with immediately. Unfortunately, recently there have been troubles caused by demons from the Yin Yuan Sect in the city. The Night Patrol Division sent people to capture them, but a great battle ensued. They failed to capture the people, and more than ten officers were killed or injured. Now we are in dire need of manpower," Yang Feng said in a deep voice as he closed the cloth.

"Hiss, more than ten people dead or injured? This demon is too ruthless!" Shen Lian was shocked. She had never seen anything like this in all the years she had been in the government office.

Yang Feng stood up and went outside, shouting loudly: "Assemble!"

Its voice was loud and clear, like thunder, startling a large group of teenagers in the courtyard, who all dropped what they were doing and quickly gathered in the courtyard.

"Lin Qing, Wang Xing, Chen Erniu, Shen Song, Liu Tiezhu... step forward!"

Yang Feng selected thirteen people in one go.

Lin Qing and the others were startled, realizing that their opportunity had arrived, and immediately stepped forward.

In an instant, countless gazes converged on the thirteen people.

Shen Lian followed them into the courtyard, stood beside Yang Feng, glanced at them, and said loudly, "You've all served in this courtyard for over three years, working diligently every day and performing well. Now your chance has come. The Night Patrol is short-staffed, so you'll be going with Officer Yang to move the corpses later. Make sure you perform well; if you do well, I'll be proud. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" the five shouted in unison.

"Those who perform exceptionally well can become officers of my Night Patrol Division within six months!" Yang Feng's words ignited the passion in Lin Qing and the other five, and also filled the assembled youths with envy.

If we miss this opportunity, who knows how long we'll have to wait for the next one.

"There's one more thing. Remember this person's appearance. This person is Yin Muhua, a demon from the Rebirth Sect. He is vicious and extremely ruthless. He is now wanted throughout the city. If you can provide clues, you will be rewarded with ten taels of silver. If you can capture him alive, you will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver!" Yang Feng suddenly raised a portrait with one hand.

Everyone was incredibly surprised. The Soul Suppression Division of Shanyin County had been established for twenty years and had never offered such a large reward before, which showed how ruthless this woman was.

Lin Qing also memorized the woman's appearance. She looked to be over sixty years old, with gray hair, a black spot on her left cheek, and a sinister face. She looked like a ruthless person.

He didn't want to compete for the bounty, but rather he didn't want to get involved in the conflict. If he accidentally encountered this woman, he could immediately sense the danger and avoid it in time to prevent losing his life.

"Follow me!" Yang Feng put away the portrait, turned around and went out, with Lin Qing and the others following closely behind.

Before long, the group made several turns and arrived at another spacious courtyard. The courtyard was paved with flat bluestone slabs, on which were placed corpses, all wrapped in straw mats.

Yang Feng pointed: "There's a crematorium in the house. Your task is to move the corpses in the yard into the furnace and burn them to ashes. Let's begin!"

Lin Qing looked in the direction Yang Feng was pointing and saw black smoke billowing from above every house, filling the courtyard with a nauseating smell.

The working environment wasn't exactly great, but Lin Qing's eyes lit up when he saw the corpses.

He rushed to the nearest wooden coffin and saw a middle-aged man lying inside. His body was frozen stiff, and his eyes were wide open, as if staring at him. If a timid person saw this scene, they would probably be terrified and pale.

But Lin Qing felt nothing; in fact, he was slightly excited. After more than three months, he was finally going to encounter a corpse.

He immediately hoisted the man's body onto his back and rushed into a nearby house. Inside, he saw a huge bronze furnace with a bottom for placing the body into it.

Lin Qing saw pale blue flames burning inside the furnace, surging and violent, with intense heat. Just stepping into the room, the chill was immediately dispelled.

There was an old man sitting next to me, dressed in a thin shirt, with a white towel around his neck and sweat dripping from his forehead.

Seeing Lin Qing walk in, he pointed and said, "Throw the body in."

"Yes."

Lin Qing responded and glanced around, noticing a flat platform made of red copper in front of the crematorium entrance, with a ramp, also made of red copper, between them.

Simply place the body on it, give it a push, and the body will roll into the crematorium; the whole process is extremely safe.

Just as the corpse was engulfed by flames, a few lines of information appeared before Lin Qing's eyes.

[Deceased: Stonemason Deng Zhong]

[Realm: Mortal]

[Progress of the ritual to deliver souls from suffering: 0%]

[Reward: A certain talent, martial arts skill, or technique]

With a crackling sound, Deng Zhong's body was rapidly burned to ashes in the flames.

On the panel, the progress of the exorcism was also increasing, from 0% to 20%, 30% and finally reaching 100% the moment the corpse was completely reduced to ashes.

In an instant, a series of fragmented images flashed through his mind—the remaining memories of the man from his previous life—like a revolving lantern, rapidly passing before his eyes.