"Come again?"
"It's okay, the Buddhist son will increase his blessings."
"The Buddha's son is not within our capacity."
In a small walk in Fengyifang, several guardians were very moved.
"It's done?"
"It's done, I went straight to the room where the thin monkey was sleeping."
In the corner outside the backyard of Jianan Yizhuang, Qi Heizhao and the army that Huang Ya mentioned were whispering.
The man they called Dajun was named Qi Jun. He looked powerful and powerful, with a scar left by an arrow on his face.
He stayed in the border army in the early years, but after returning to Chang'an, he became the official corpse-hunter because of his courage.
Those who drowned in the river or died in the wild were all timberless corpses, such as the group of corpses, who were corpse-catching.
These people are more courageous than Qi Hei Niao.
But the female corpse dragged in today is still a bit scary.
The woman was a maid from a wealthy businessman in Chang'an. She was attracted by the young master of the wealthy businessman, but the fiancée of the young master of the wealthy businessman was a subordinate of a certain family. After learning about this, she sent someone to secretly tie the maid. Not only did she humiliate her, she also sent her to a dark kiln.
The maid couldn't bear it and found an opportunity to hang herself and she wanted to die. But she probably felt full of hatred, so she specially looked for red clothes and red shoes before hanging. This red dress was so scary.
And I was hanged, and I had nothing to say, but my tongue was still spitting out.
Although Qi Jun and his group had seen many corpses, they still felt scared when they encountered such resentment that they died.
Before the sun set, they felt that they were angry and were not afraid of any ghosts, but as soon as the sun set, they still felt cold all over.
So even though Qi Hei Niao brought out Huangya's name and asked them to hide here and take a look, they still found an excuse one by one and took the opportunity to leave Fengyifang.
...
"Wow! A familiar breath!"
"Finally there is a smell!"
Zhou Lu'er had just come back from the West Market and had just walked around, but before she could get close to her house, she felt it out.
The few guardians and monks who passed the letters of the Shenxiu Sutra had known what was going on, but seeing Zhou Lu'er's look of being unsurprising and happy, he didn't say nonsense, but just watched quietly.
Zhou Lu'er smiled and pushed open the door, and saw a red shadow hanging on the beam in front of the bed.
He walked around the sank in red clothes and was very happy, "The people here are so good, afraid that I wouldn't get used to sleeping, so I'll send someone to me so soon."
He happily put the maid's body down, turned around and went to the kitchen to make a fire, and then went to the well to fetch water.
Shenxiu looked at him running and couldn't help asking, "What are you going to do?"
Zhou Lu'er pointed a little female corpse and said, "She is hard. Wipe her more with hot water and pushes her muscles to clean up and look good."
If Pei Yunqian heard him speak like this, his eyes would have been wide open, thinking that this was exciting. Could it be that Xu Tuibei did not have this hobby, but Zhou Lu'er had this hobby instead?
But Shenxiu didn't have this idea.
He knew that Zhou Lu'er would not think about that.
It seems that in Zhou Lu'er's eyes, there is only closeness and compassion in this world.
He silently helped Zhou Lu'er to lift water and helped Zhou Lu'er to boost the firewood in the stove.
"The water should not be too warm, it should be hot when you touch it."
Zhou Lu'er carried the big kayak that she often carried from her luggage, and then asked Shenxiu to help him get water from the kitchen.
He regarded this big kayak as a big bathtub.
After adjusting the water temperature, Zhou Lu'er asked Shenxiu to help her take off all the red clothes and shoes on the female corpse, and then soaked the corpse into a somewhat hot water.
He washed the female corpse clean, and then massaged the meridians of the female corpse as if rubbing the back of someone.
Gradually, even the blood stasis and terrifying corpse spots on the female corpse were faded.
Under Zhou Lu'er's patience, even the female corpse's tongue was put back.
After Zhou Lu'er took a clean plain clothes from the charity village and put it on the female corpse, and slowly stroked her face with true energy for a while, Shen Xiu's face, who had been silent, couldn't help but become solemn and solemn.
When this female corpse came, she was as hideous as a real ghost in his eyes. She didn't know what kind of torture she suffered during her lifetime. Not only was it scarred, but even that kind of resentment seemed to be accumulated on every inch of her skin.
However, when Zhou Lu'er finished packing and made it refreshing, the female corpse was no longer terrifying.
The strong resentment on her face seemed to have disappeared.
When he looked at the face of the female corpse, a light seemed to appear in Shenxiu's mind.
He instantly understood many truths.
Some people do not need to recite any Buddhist scriptures, and some people do not need to recite scriptures to save the dead souls.
That true mercy, the power beyond all scriptures.
"Good!"
There were many compassionate and convincing voices in the streets and alleys in the dark.
“This tastes right.”
Zhou Lu'er also hugged the female corpse. He felt that he should be able to have a good night's sleep tonight.
"Brother Shenxiu, there is no Tianxingmu in Chang'an City, so I can only find a good place to bury her as you said."
He thought for a while and said, "I just don't know where her family is. Do you want her family to meet according to your rules?"
Shenxiu bowed to Zhou Lu'er. When he raised his head again, it was very different from Shenxiu on weekdays.
He smiled slightly and said, "You sleep peacefully, I'll do the next thing."
"Okay!"
Zhou Lu'er fetched water and washed herself, and then happily went to sleep under her bedding.
For ordinary people, the charity shop is very gloomy, and there is something inexplicably more dead, but Zhou Lu'er doesn't think so. He doesn't feel familiar to everyone just because he doesn't feel familiar to him.
Can't sleep well.
...
Qi Jun lives in a courtyard in Yong'anfang.
The yard is full of officials, and many of them deal with death row prisoners and dead people.
Most of these individuals cannot find wives.
The more I can’t find a wife, sometimes the more I can’t help but spend money to find a woman, and I can’t save money to buy a land and buy a house.
Anyway, many people can only live in such a large yard in their entire lives.
But the advantage is that a bunch of bachelors live together and they are full of anger.
Don't be afraid of any evil things.
When Qi Jun returned to his residence, he felt a hairy feeling in his heart. He poured some rice wine, ate some pigs and went into the water, and didn't even wash his feet. He used some water to wipe his face with his hands, and then he went to bed in the quilt.
He has always had a good sleep.
I can sleep until dawn and wake up by urine.
But tonight it was a little different.
He slept until midnight and felt a chill.
It seemed like a cool breeze poured straight into his neck.
He woke up. It was still dark outside. In a daze, he saw a girl lying beside him, who seemed to be a good-looking young girl.
"There are such good things?"
"I can still have such a dream."
"Then why are you so kind?"
He stretched out his hand to grab the girl, but in a flash his body stiffened.
Some look familiar.
In the next moment, he jumped up from the bed and slapped himself several times.
The scorching pain reminded him that this was not a dream.
When he saw the female corpse in plain clothes on the bed, his hair stood up.
"ah!"
An extremely shrill sound rang in the courtyard.
...
"Early in the morning, you look so ugly?"
In the early morning, Huangya was holding a bowl of noodles and eating. When he saw several subordinates coming, he felt a little ominous premonition, "Why didn't Qi Hei Niao see anyone?"
"Qi Hei Bird hit a ghost." Several men who looked like they were fearless and fearless on weekdays were trembling at this time. "The army has also hit a ghost, and the army has been scared to death. Qi Hei Bird hit a ghost."
"What's going on?" Huang Ya took a breath of air conditioning.
"Didn't Dajun and the others send a hanged ghost to the charity village? As a result, the female corpse slept beside Dajun in the middle of the night, and her clothes were changed, clean, and she didn't spit out her tongue... Dajun was so scared that he screamed in the middle of the night. When others plucked up the courage to go to his room to see, they only found a red shoe on the feet of the female corpse."
One of the men plucked up the courage to say this, his face turned pale and his mouth and tongue were as if he was knotted. He couldn't continue to say so he could only push the man next to him with his hands.
The man said in a trembling voice: "As a result, the female ghost also arrived at Qi Hei Niao's house. Qi Hei Niao fainted from fear. When he woke up, he found a red dress hanging on the beam of his bed. He was scared and sick. He sent it to the doctor and said that he would not be cured for a while."
"Is this kind of thing actually there?"
Huang Ya's hand was a little unstable. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Is there anything unusual in the charity village?"
"No, there is nothing strange at all. But those people didn't dare to go there after hearing about Qi Hei Niao and the others."
"Grass!"
Huang Ya cursed, and before he could say anything, suddenly a very pretty monk came over the street not far away.
The monk came over, looked at Huang Ya and others for a few glances, shook his head again, and said, "Donors, I see you are full of resentment. I'm afraid you have caused some cause and effect and were targeted by the evil ghost."
"What!" Huang Ya looked at the monk and thought that this should be a powerful monk with extraordinary temperament, but when he heard the other party's words, he was so scared that his face turned pale, "Master, how can he solve it?"
"Do more good deeds."
The monk pondered for a moment, as if he had calculated in his heart, "Stop making enemies with others, do three good deeds a day, and it will be solved in three years."
"What?"
Huang Ya and his group were both surprised and difficult.
Do you have to do three good things a day, and it takes three years to solve this evil spirit?
"Is there any other way?" Huang Ya asked with a glimmer of hope.
The monk shook his head.
"This evil ghost is very fierce. As long as you do less than three good deeds a day and accumulate merit, you will come to seek revenge at night."
Huang Ya has to say something more.
However, the men screamed and looked at the back of his feet like a ghost.
Huang Ya looked back and was so scared that he almost threw himself into the monk's arms.
He was next to a red embroidered shoe next to his heel.
"Dear donors, please do your own things."
Chapter completed!