"Wei Wu!"

"Brother Wu!"

Gong Tianxing and others were shocked and rushed to help Wei Wu.

Wei Wu lay on the ground, groaning in pain.

Lift him up and take a look.

Good guy.

A cow hoof print was printed directly on the face, and the swelling was visible to the naked eye.

"Why do you kick people with your ox?" Wei Yuanji asked Qin He.

Qin He looked innocent: "What can I do if the cow lifts its hooves? Can that place be moved?"

"you……"

Wei Yuanji suddenly felt that what Qin He said made sense, and was speechless for a moment.

Yes.

A cow is an animal, and if you tease it and get kicked, that's normal.

If you switch to a donkey, let alone tease it, it will give you a two-hyrax kick if you get close to it.

"You two, since we don't agree with each other, I, the Feiyu Guards, will not accompany me." Gong Tianxing's face turned dark, and he wanted to reprimand Qin He, but he couldn't find the reason at the moment.

What's more important is that this kid Qin He has that shiny gold-plated copper coin hanging on his chest at the moment.

Then there is nothing we can do. They are all corpse-burning officials. How can they make outsiders laugh and watch internal strife?

As the second in command of the Corpse Burning Hall, Gong Tianxing's awareness in this regard is naturally higher than that of Wei Yuanji.

Moreover, senior brother Tu Baishou seems to be transferring him to the Corpse Cremation Hall.

"Hel Xiao Wu back and apply it on his face!" Gong Tianxing waved his hand angrily and said to Qin He: "You also go back and stay there. You are not allowed to leave the camp unless you have nothing to do."

"Yes, sir." Qin He agreed quickly.

Everyone then supported Wei Wu and filed in.

Xu Changshou, Li Tie and others who were waiting inside the camp gate also hurriedly ran out and surrounded Qin He as he walked back, taking the cattle away as well.

I was afraid that monks and Taoist priests would get angry and hurt others.

Once the gate of the camp was closed, only the monks and Taoist priests were left standing in the cold wind at a loss.

Gong Tianxing was from the corpse-burning hall, and he burned corpses every day. He really didn't need to give much face to Jinguang Temple and Lingyun Temple like the top ten wandering gods.

Anyway, we don’t have much to deal with. If you feel unhappy, just go to Shen Lian.

During this period of time, Shen Lian's petty mind found a lot of work for the Corpse Cremation Hall.

"Ami, your whole family is a Buddha. It must have been that kid who rode a bull and hit us!" The great monk looked crazy. When he recognized Qin He at the first sight, he felt that he had found the right person.

Things that seemed to be blurred before are now remembered again.

There are no such coincidences in this world.

"Since you are sure it's him, why do you still say it's tasteless? Wouldn't it be over if you bite him to death?" The Taoist priest looked at him like a fool.

"Hey, this Buddha is sitting upright. He is worthy of heaven and earth. He has great righteousness. He has never done anything that is unworthy of his heart. How can he forcefully accuse me and ruin my practice?" The great monk looked upright.

"Okay, okay, put it away." The Taoist priest's face was disgusted.

"What should I do?" the great monk asked.

"I also feel like I've seen this kid somewhere before. It must be him." The Taoist priest pondered, then paused and said, "No matter what, it's important to do business first. As long as you know who he is, there will be many opportunities in the future."

"Okay."

After saying that, the two people quickly left and headed towards the city gate.

"Brother Qin, why did those two people say you hit someone?"

Returning to the tent, Qin He went to put on the bedding, and a group of cremators gathered around him again.

"I don't know, maybe my brain is broken." Qin He rested his head on his head, looking comfortable.

"Maybe it was really hit by a calf. It was so powerful that it kicked Wei Guanye far away with just one hoof." Liu Sanjin looked thoughtful.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two slaps were slapped on Liu Sanjin's forehead at the same time, and he said in unison: "Shut up!"

Liu Sanjin covered his head and looked, it was Lao Liangtou and Li Laizi again.

He immediately shut up and didn't dare to speak.

"Uncle Liu, you can eat random buns, but you can't talk nonsense." Even Gu Sihai, who entered the crematorium later, said. Looking around again, the cremators all looked at him with dissatisfaction.

Liu Sanjin suddenly became even more afraid to speak. He covered his mouth and squatted down to the side, facing the wall in thought.

"Brother Qin, what's the matter? Let's continue?" Li Laizi began to beat Qin He's shoulders again.

"Come on, try harder, don't pity me." Qin He spread his limbs.

…

The Eastern Civilization has a long history, and no one can tell when it became a rule to burn mutated corpses.

Only a very few scholars can know from the lines of ancient books that in ancient times, there seemed to be no practice of burning corpses.

Corpse cremations, large and small, came into being. No matter which dynasty or generation, as long as it was a larger settlement, there must be a business of cremating corpses.

Small towns may have just one or two cremators, or both; larger counties, prefectures, and smaller prefectures will have relatively professional crematoriums with a number of cremators.

When you get to Dazhou City, there is a cremation hall.

Further up the corpse cremation hall are the two capital cremation halls, among which the Kyoto cremation hall is the main hall with the highest standards.

At Dali Corpse Burning Hall, there is some confusion. A small place may be managed by the county magistrate and a squire, a larger place may be managed by the Department of Soldiers and Horses, a certain general may be in charge of the border gate, and the Daotai may be in charge, and the Feiyu Guards may be in charge of the capital city.

Tube.

But no matter how chaotic the corpse-burning hall's subordinates are, the entire corpse-burning system is sound and functioning normally, because no place can afford the consequences of corpse chaos.

As a dock city next to the canal, Linqing City naturally has a crematorium.

The Linqing crematorium has five cremators and three actual cremators.

As night fell slowly, a group of soldiers and horses escorted five carts and slowly entered the small and dilapidated crematorium.

The rolling wheel made the sound of iron chains colliding with each other.
Chapter completed!