Zhao Ge: 166. Uncover the coffin and rise up

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At the front desk of the branch of the Kyushu Bank, a disciple who had just entered the inner door idly lay on the counter and watched outside. In the time of winter, the wind has not fully recovered. The wind is cold and dry, but the weather It has gradually become clear.

After watching for a while, the disciple realized that Brother Liao seemed to have gone to put things for a long time this time.

However, the things brought by the Qi Qin merchant were so heavy that it seemed that it really took some effort.

As I was thinking, the disciple heard heavy footsteps, and when he turned his head, he saw Senior Brother Liao stepping out and panting out of breath.

"Brother Liao."

The disciple yelled politely, Liao Gan waved his hand, wiped the sweat from his head, waved his hand, and leaned on the counter, looking very tired.

This Senior Brother Liao returned to the Qiqin dynasty after the accident at Qingming Pagoda in Hezhou and was sent to this branch again. This disciple is not very familiar with him. During this time of contact, I only feel that this brother is very carefree, he is pretty good, but he is a little strangely poor-according to reason, rich should be the standard of the Kyushu Bank. Match.

Not much familiar. After saying hello, the disciple straightened up and stood boringly.

After a while, he stopped seeing Senior Brother Liao muttering, tired and sweating, and then greeted him, asking him to help himself for a while.

Before the disciple could say anything, he saw Senior Brother Liao walking out of the Fenzhuang.

Yes, just help you watch. Who makes the other person a senior.

The disciple shrugged helplessly and stood behind the counter where Liao Qian had just stood.

Not long after Brother Liao Gan left, Wang Jingzhi sent the money merchant down. Seeing Brother Wang, the disciples at the counter instantly became nervous, for fear that Brother Wang would find Brother Liao sneaking out.

Fortunately, Brother Wang seemed to be dissatisfied with the businessman this time. He went out with the businessman without a smile on his face. It seemed that there was something to be done, so he did not find that Brother Liao was not here.

"Thank God."

The disciple secretly wiped the sweat.

A mass grave on the outskirts of the city.

A dilapidated little carriage came out of Xiaoguomen in the southeast of the city.

This kind of tattered carriage is not uncommon. Poor people have no money and can’t afford any decent coffins. If there is a good place, they often wrap the corpse in a dusty mat and pull it thinly. The coffin was then pulled with a broken cart to a mass grave in the outer suburbs of the southeast of the city and thrown away, saving effort and money.

This mass grave was originally not a mass grave.

A dozen years ago, most areas of the Qi Qin Dynasty encountered a severe drought. Seeing the grouting season, the sun was so fierce that there was no cloud and rain, the earth was almost scorched, and the millet was mostly withered. So that year, Qi Qin made trouble, and many people died in the city. There are too many dead people, there is no place to bury, and there is no way to bury them, so they have to drag them all to the southeast field for collective treatment.

Later it became a mass grave.

When the tattered carriage went out of Guomen, the people who saw the carriage knew which house it was without money and was dead. The person who saw it sighed and shook his head, with a numb look on his face.

Qin and Qin dynasties are well-known for their business, but if they have money, it is the money houses in Kyushu that have money, and the businessmen have money. It has nothing to do with ordinary people like them.

In Qiqin, those who are engaged in business must have a name in Kyushu Qianzhuang, or have anything to do with Kyushu Qianzhuang, otherwise everyone will go to business, who will come to farm? If you can't find a way, you have to farm the land honestly, and you are too tired all year long so that you can change some vegetables, rice, oil and salt.

Those lords who work in business, aren't they all the people who eat it?

No matter how prosperous commercial cities are, ordinary people's life is like this, and they have to stay up day and night.

In this case, I don’t know when people will be gone, it’s normal.

So no one would be surprised to see the carriage that was obviously pulling the corpse passing by.

An old man on the side of the road carrying burnt charcoal, raised his head, wrinkles on his forehead are deep, there are no clouds in the sky, clean, and the sun is pretty good-God would never know that ants are like ants How people live.

"I heard that Jintang has often suffered from famine in recent years..."

The old man sighed and shook his head.

"This day, oh...oh..."

The old man who had survived the famine more than ten years ago, thought of what he had heard about the famine in Jintang, Qingzhou, and Yongzhou, and shook his head empathetically. Then continue to lower his head and hold the charcoal, step by step toward the front.

The carriage drove by the old man and went away in the sky.

There is indeed a coffin on the tattered carriage.

The ordinary thin wooden coffin bumped all the way to the mass grave. The driver is a man with a hat. The carriage stopped in a corner of the mass grave, and the man with the hat did not get off directly.

He sat on the crossbar in front of the car for a while.

"This Day"

The man with the hat imitated the old man's tone and read it again.

He turned the whip in his hand. What didn't match his appearance as a farmer was his hand. The white and slender tiger's mouth had calluses. This was not a pair of hands for plowing the fields, but a pair of hands holding a sword. The hand holding the whip suddenly slammed hard, and the rope turned into powder in his hand.

Then he jumped from the carriage, turned to the carriage, and pushed open the lid of the thin wooden coffin.

If the young disciple who is guarding the counter in the branch is here, he will definitely cry out in surprise.

I saw Liao Gan lying in the coffin.

Liao Qian, who came out of the treasury and said a few words, was lying in the coffin at this time, his face glowing with a gray-blue color that had been dead for a while. The man with the hat stretched out his hand, his pale and slender hand was dancing in a weird posture. With the movement of his hand, thin silver, almost transparent lines were continuously drawn from Liao Gan’s body. .

This weird scene carries a strange horror.

Liao Qian, who seems to have died, has become a doll dragged by silk threads.

After pulling the silk thread from the corpse, the man with the hat quickly dug a pit, buried the coffin and returned to the city in the sunken twilight.

When the carriage left, it stunned the crows in the cemetery, and the black death bird hovered and made a hoarse and unpleasant sound.

It is a bit strange that these crows did not dare to approach the place where Liao Gan was buried.

After the carriage left for a while, two people walked out of this lifeless mass grave slowly from nowhere.

One man and one woman.

The woman is smartly dressed, her hair is tied high, her long eyebrows are swept slightly upwards, her facial features are sharp and bright, she is Liu Wuyan, the great sister of Hehuan Sect. The man's head was bare, and he was wearing a gray monk robe. The monk robe was covered with an extraordinary robe, but he was the Mingxin monk of the Sanskrit School of Music.

These two sect leaders, who are rivals and dislike each other, appear together at this time, and the expressions on their faces are not very good.

"Cangpu's puppet control corpse method."

Monk Mingxin looked at the place where the coffin was buried, turning the prayer beads, his face solemn.

"When a corpse is accused of being manipulated by the corpse law, it will be the same as before. This kind of secretary should be extinct. Didn't your Acacia sect destroy the related secret techniques long ago?"

Liu Wuyan sneered: "Hasn't the Fanyin Pavilion been hunting down the puppet heirs?"

Stabbing knives back and forth, neither Liu Wuyan nor Monk Mingxin could tell the difference, but from the dignity between their eyebrows, you can tell that the matter is serious.

Not pleasing to the eye, but not pleasing to the eye. Liu Wuyan and Monk Mingxin traveled all the way to the Qi Qin Dynasty. It was not purely for cursing each other. Monk Mingxin took out a scroll of broken pictures from his arms and unfolded them.

It was a yellowish remnant picture with some simple lines drawn on it, but the seemingly simple lines will produce strange changes just like swimming for a while.

Monk Mingxin unfolded the broken picture, chanting long scriptures low, and a faint light emerged from the broken picture, intertwined in the air to form an extremely detailed picture of mountains and rivers. When Monk Mingxin read the scriptures, Liu Wuyan scowled and drew a long knife to guard aside - looking at her look, this knife seemed to be slashed on the bald head of Monk Mingxin.

The phantom of rivers and mountains as depicted by ink and wash changes in mid-air, and finally a mountain slowly rotates towards the city.

The mountains point out, and Monk Mingxin's face is already pale. He hurriedly put the fragments back up: "That's right, the fragments of the mountains and rivers are here."

Liu Wuyan sadly put a long sword on his shoulder.

"At last I didn't endure this trip with the dead bald donkey in vain."

She sneered.

"Amitabha, finally did not endure this trip for the demon in vain."

Monk Mingxin put his hands together.

With a cold eye, the two of them walked towards the city.

As soon as they left, the crows in the mass grave suddenly chirped to the ground, frightened and soared into pieces, and the black and crushed birds looked like dark clouds in the sinking night.

Liu Wuyan's blade suddenly crossed, and the long knife "brushed" diagonally, and the Buddhist beads in Monk Mingxin's hand stopped turning.

Looking in the direction of the bird flock's change, I saw that the ground where the coffin was just buried, the soil layer was moving up suddenly and rustlingly.

The two monks Liu Wuyan and Mingxin have extraordinary cultivation skills, and they didn't notice the change in the burial place before the birds moved. Liu Wuyan and Monk Mingxin looked at each other and saw a hint of surprise on each other's faces.

The Buddha beads in Monk Mingxin's hands showed a faint golden light, and the long knife in Liu Wuyan's hands showed a shallow cold light.

The two walked to the coffin site.

The soil on the ground is constantly being pushed open by the things underneath, and the lid of the coffin is exposed from the rustling soil. The voices of the crows in the sky become more and more harsh, as if they are telling something.

The next moment, the mud splashed, and the lid of the coffin flew with a "slap", slamming against Liu Wuyan and Monk Mingxin.

As soon as the knife passed by, the lid of the coffin stagnated in the air, turning into dust and falling to the ground.

"Mom--"

There was a scream like a pig.