At the front desk of the Kyushu Bank branch, a disciple who just entered the inner sect lay on the counter idly and looked outside. The winter is approaching, and the temperature has not yet fully recovered. The chilly wind is already cold and dry, but the weather has gradually cleared up. Woke up.
After watching for a while, the disciple realized that senior brother Liao had been putting things away for a long time.
However, the things brought by the Qi Qin businessman are so heavy, it seems that it really takes some effort.
Just as he was thinking, the disciple heard heavy footsteps, and when he turned his head, he saw Senior Brother Liao walking out together with the Qi Qin businessman out of breath with heavy steps.
"Brother Liao."
The disciple shouted politely, Liao Gan waved his hand, and sent the Qi and Qin merchants out of the branch gate, and then turned back by himself, leaning on the counter, looking very tired.
This Senior Brother Liao returned to the Qi and Qin Dynasty after the accident at the Qingming Pagoda in Bingzhou, and was reassigned to this sub-village. This disciple doesn’t know him very well, and during this period of contact, I only feel that this senior brother is carefree, and he is quite a nice person, but he is a little strangely poor—theoretically, being rich should be the standard for Kyushu Bank .
It wasn't very familiar, after saying hello, the disciple straightened up and stood obediently and bored.
After a while, he stopped to see Senior Brother Liao muttering, tired and sweating, and then greeted him, asking him to watch for a while.
Before the disciple had time to say anything, he saw Senior Brother Liao walk out of the branch village.
Well, help me to watch, just help me to watch, who let the other party be a senior brother.
The disciple shrugged helplessly, and stood behind the counter where Liao Qian had just stood.
Not long after Senior Brother Liao Gan left, Wang Jingzhi came down from the merchant who gave money. Seeing Senior Brother Wang, the disciples watching the counter instantly became nervous, for fear that Senior Brother Wang would find out that Senior Brother Liao had sneaked out.
Fortunately, senior brother Wang seemed to be dissatisfied with the discussion with the money merchant this time, and went out with the money merchant without a smile on his face, as if he had something to do, so he didn't notice that senior brother Liao was not here.
"Thank goodness."
The disciple secretly wiped his sweat.
Mass graves on the outskirts of the city.
A dilapidated carriage came out of Xiaoguo Gate in the southeast of the city and arrived here.
This kind of dilapidated carriage is not uncommon. Poor families have no money and can't afford any decent coffins. In any good place, they often wrap the corpse in a linen mat, pull a thin coffin, and then Use a broken car to pull it to a mass grave in the southeastern outskirts of the city and throw it away, saving labor and money.
This mass grave was not originally a mass grave.
More than ten years ago, most areas of the Qi and Qin Dynasty suffered a severe drought. Seeing the season of grain filling, the sun in the sky was so strong that there was no light, the earth was almost scorched, and most of the millet withered. So there was a famine in Qi and Qin that year, and many people died in the city. Too many people died, and there was no place or way to bury them, so they had to be dragged to the southeast wilderness for collective disposal.
Later it became a mass grave.
When the dilapidated carriage leaves the gate, the people who see the carriage will know which family has no money and is dead. The person who saw it sighed, shook his head, and the expression on his face was a little numb.
The Qi Qin Dynasty is famous for its merchants, but the rich are the riches of the Kyushu bank, and those merchants are rich, and it has nothing to do with ordinary people like them.
In Qi and Qin, those who were engaged in business had to have a name in the Kyushu bank, or have something to do with the Kyushu bank, otherwise everyone would go into business, and who would come to farm? Those who can't find a way out have to farm the land honestly. They are so tired that they can't straighten their backs all year round in order to exchange some vegetables, rice, oil and salt.
Aren't the food that those old men who are in business eat grown by ordinary people like them
No matter how prosperous a commercial city is, the life of ordinary people is like this, they have to endure day and night with simple food and light food.
In this case, it is normal for people to disappear at some point.
So no one would be surprised to see a carriage that was obviously pulling a corpse passing by.
An old man on the side of the road was carrying the burnt charcoal, raised his head, the wrinkles on his forehead were deep, there were no clouds in the sky, it was clean, and the sun was pretty good—God would not know how a person like an ant could be. living.
"I heard that Jin Tang has often experienced famines in recent years..."
The old man sighed and shook his head.
"This day, alas... alas..."
The old man who survived the famine more than ten years ago shook his head empathetically when he thought of what he had heard about the famine in Yongzhou in Jintang Qingzhou. Then he continued to lower his head to pick up the charcoal, and walked forward step by step.
The carriage passed by the old man and went away in the daylight.
There was indeed a coffin on the dilapidated carriage.
The ordinary thin wooden coffin bumped all the way to the mass grave. The driver was a man wearing a bamboo hat. The carriage stopped at a corner of the mass grave, and the person with the bamboo hat didn't come down directly.
He sat for a while on the crossbar in front of the carriage.
"this day"
The man in the bamboo hat imitated the tone of the old man and recited it.
He turned the horsewhip in his hand. What did not match his farmer's attire was his hands, which were white and slender with calluses on the tiger's mouth. These were not a pair of hands for plowing the fields, but a pair of hands for holding a sword. The hand holding the whip suddenly squeezed hard, and the rope turned into powder in his hand.
Then he jumped out of the carriage, turned to the back of the carriage, and pushed open the lid of the thin wooden coffin.
If the young disciples guarding the counter in the branch village were here, they would definitely cry out in shock.
I saw Liao Gan lying in the coffin.
Liao Gan, who came out of the treasury and said a few words, was lying in the coffin at this time, his face was gray and blue as if he had been dead for a while. The man wearing the bamboo hat stretched out his hand, his pale and slender hand was dancing in a strange posture, and with the movement of his hand, thin silver, almost transparent threads were continuously drawn out from Liao Gan's body .
There was a peculiar thrill in this grotesque scene.
It seems that the dead Liao Gan has become a puppet entangled by silk threads.
After pulling out the silk thread from the corpse, the man wearing the bamboo hat quickly dug a hole, buried the coffin, and returned to the city in the sinking twilight.
When the carriage left, the crows in the cemetery were startled, and the black bird of death circled around making a hoarse and ugly sound.
It was a bit strange that these crows did not dare to approach the place where Liao Gan was buried.
It had been a while since the carriage had left, and two people slowly walked out from nowhere in this dead mass grave.
A man and a woman.
The woman is smartly dressed, her hair is tied up high, her long eyebrows are slightly swept up, and her facial features are sharp and bright. She is Liu Wuyan, the elder sister of the Hehuan Sect. The man's head was smooth, he was wearing a dusty monk's robe, and the monk's robe was covered with an extraordinary cassock, but he was a Mingxin monk of the Sanskrit Sect.
The younger generation leaders of the two sects who were rivals and disliked each other appeared together at this time, and the expressions on their faces were not very good-looking.
"Cang Pu's puppet control method."
Monk Mingxin looked at the place where the coffin was buried, turning the beads with a solemn expression.
"When the corpse is controlled by the corpse method, it will be the same as when it was alive. This kind of secretary should be extinct. Didn't your Acacia Sect destroy the related secret technique long ago?"
Liu Wuyan sneered: "Hasn't Fanyin Pavilion been chasing and killing the descendants of the puppet?"
There was no difference in the tone of Liu Wuyan and Monk Mingxin's stabbing back and forth, but one could tell from the seriousness on their brows that the matter was serious.
It's not pleasing to the eye, it's not pleasing to the eye, Liu Wuyan and Monk Mingxin came all the way to the Qi and Qin Dynasty not just to scold each other, Monk Mingxin took out a volume of fragmented pictures from his arms and unfolded them.
It was a scroll of yellowed remnants, with some simple lines drawn on it, but as long as the seemingly simple lines are carefully looked at for a while, thousands of strange changes will appear as if they are swimming.
Monk Mingxin unfolded the remnant picture and recited the long scriptures in a low voice. Faint rays of light emerged from the remnant picture, interweaving in the air to form an extremely detailed map of mountains and rivers. When Monk Mingxin was reciting scriptures, Liu Wuyan put on a dirty face and stood guard with a long knife out - judging by her expression, it seemed that the knife was going to hit Monk Mingxin's bald head.
The phantoms of rivers and mountains, like ink and wash paintings, change in mid-air, and finally a mountain range slowly rotates and points to the city.
The mountains pointed out, and Monk Mingxin's face was already pale. He hurriedly put away the remnants of the scroll: "That's right, the remnants of the mountains and rivers scrolls are here."
Liu Wuyan slung his long sword on his shoulder regretfully.
"Finally, I didn't endure this trip with the dead bald donkey in vain."
She sneered.
"Amitabha, finally I didn't put up with the demon's trip for nothing."
Monk Mingxin clasped his hands together.
After staring coldly, the two walked towards the city.
Just as they were about to leave, the crows in the mass grave suddenly chirped and soared up in groups as if startled. The black flock of birds was like dark clouds in the sinking night.
Liu Wuyan's blade suddenly swung horizontally, and the long knife pointed obliquely, and the Buddhist beads in Monk Mingxin's hand stopped turning.
Looking in the direction of the movement of the birds, I saw that the soil layer on the ground where the coffin had just been buried was moving up "chug-chug", rustling.
The two monks, Liu Wuyan and Mingxin, had extraordinary cultivation, and they didn't even notice the change in the place where the corpse was buried before the birds moved. Liu Wuyan and Monk Mingxin looked at each other, seeing a trace of surprise on each other's faces.
The Buddhist beads in Monk Mingxin's hand had a faint golden light, and the long knife in Liu Wuyan's hand had a faint cold light.
The two walked towards the burial place.
The soil on the ground was constantly being pushed away by the things underneath, the coffin lid was exposed from the falling soil, and the crows' voices became more and more ear-piercing.
The next moment, soil splashed everywhere, and the lid of the coffin flew up with a "snap", hitting Liu Wuyan head-on.
The light of the knife swept across, and the lid of the coffin froze in mid-air, turning into dust and falling to the ground.
"Mom—"
A pig-like scream rang out.
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Liao Gan: Don't be like this, I can still rise from the coffin. I, Kyushu Bank, have money, krypton gold let me continue for a second.
Fatty Liao felt that he could continue for another second.
ps: Jintang famine was mentioned when Elder Ye was guarding the mountain gate.