The old man might have felt his foot stepped on, so he quickly raised his foot and saw that the green beads below had been stepped on and turned into green persimmons!
Oh my god! The Soul-Piercing Bead is a special Taoist item and is rarely used. An example of returning a wrong soul like ours might be seen only once in hundreds of years. Tan Qing hasn't sold this bead in eighteen years. Besides, he said there is only one and it's very expensive. Even if he had it, we wouldn't be able to afford it.
The old man had a dark complexion, yellow eyes, and a seemingly frail body, but his hands were large and his ten knuckles were prominent. He looked like a typical country laborer. When he saw me staring at the crushed beads, he knew he was in trouble, and scratched his head woodenly, not knowing what to say.
Shen Bing ran out of the restaurant, covered her mouth, stared at the old man's hand and asked me: "Isn't that fruit salad a soul-piercing bead?"
But, who knew that you would start craving for fruit salad
I sighed and nodded dejectedly. She glared at me and whispered to me, "You should ask him to pay for it. The beads are so expensive. I spent a thousand dollars to buy them." I wondered if he could afford it. Looking at his greasy and cheap clothes, he probably didn't have more than a few dozen dollars in his pocket.
Shen Bing spoke loudly, and the old man was shocked when he heard that the thing under his feet was worth a thousand yuan, and begged for mercy. He was a farmer from a nearby village. He came out to work during the slack season. He was responsible for guarding the morgue in the crematorium, and usually worked as a porter to earn some pocket money. Today, the restaurant received a batch of goods, so he came to work. The two jobs combined don't make much a year, and asking him to pay a thousand yuan is like digging out his heart and lungs.
When I heard that he was the one who was in charge of the morgue at the crematorium, I thought that I couldn't offend him. I had an appointment with Tan Qing tonight to perform a ritual at the crematorium, so I didn't want to anger the old man and make things difficult for us. I picked up the "persimmon cake" from the ground, frowned and thought about it. There was nothing missing. If I followed the method of refining the soul-piercing bead and boiled it in the furnace for two hours (four hours), it should be fine.
I asked the old man if he had a clay pot and charcoal. He nodded and said yes. He had chronic cold legs and often boiled herbal medicine for himself.
I said to the old man, "Then don't work today. I'll treat you to a meal, and then I'll come to your place and use the casserole." Refining the Soul-Piercing Pearl is the same as boiling medicine. No chemical reaction can occur. A casserole can avoid this chemical reaction.
The old man quickly declined, saying that it would be embarrassing to treat him to a meal after he stepped on our things. I said, "Stop wasting time, we are in a hurry," and pulled him into the restaurant.
Shen Bing followed me and whispered to me, "You got kicked in the head by a donkey!"
I nodded and pointed to the head and said, "This head was indeed kicked by a donkey, and it might have been caught by a door."
We ate in a hurry, and the old man took us to the crematorium. His name was Zhao Chengshi, and he looked honest enough.
When passing by the square outside the funeral home, I saw luxury cars parked all over the square and a constant stream of people going to the mourning hall to pay their respects. It was just a director, but the scene was as grand as Kim Jong Il's memorial service.
Entering Zhao Chengshi's duty room, this is not only a duty work place, but also a place to eat and sleep. The old man may not pay much attention to hygiene, the room is dirty and smelly. I covered my nose, and Shen Bing couldn't stand it anymore. She coughed a few times and quickly ran out.
But you know what, after staying in the room for a while and adapting to this environment, I no longer smell the bad smell. I asked Zhao Chengshi to set up the stove and dissolve the "persimmon cake" with clean water. This special material will never blend with water, and it is still very viscous after dissolving. Then pour out the water, apply ginger juice on the bottom of the casserole, and then put the soul-piercing bead solution in to start refining. Applying ginger juice is to prevent the solution from sticking to the bottom of the pot.