Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

Chapter 47
Shoushan Town is rich in artisans!
Because there are many strange stones in Shoushan Mountain, it can be turned into a rockery with a little cutting and stacking, which is deeply loved by the wealthy and nobles.

It can be said that those with great peaks and outstanding peaks are not special marquis seals, or bestowed with gold belts.

Therefore, there are many poor families from ten miles and eight towns who send their children here to be apprentices who work hard and beg for food.

If you can get into the master's eyes, you have to teach skills, or you can't say that you will become a firecracker that leaves the ground-flying to the sky.

So that on the opposite side of the mountain, there are villages who hear the news and send their children here.

It's a pity that the apprentice of the church starved the master to death.

Withering the art of stacking, the master has been very strict.

The apprentices who came to learn art either went to the mountains to quarry stones, or did some trivial chores.

There is also the risk of death at every turn.

No, Boyan Shiji had two apprentices died a few days ago.

It is said that when going up the mountain to quarry, he stepped on the ground and subconsciously pulled his companions, and both fell to the slope and died.

The life of a baby in the mountains is as cheap as grass, and Boyan Shiji paid some money as usual, and the matter was settled.

Unexpectedly, transporting the corpse has become a big problem.

These two apprentices lived on the opposite side of the mountain, if they took the official road, they would have to walk for seven or eight days.

Don't say that the car and horse dealers charge extremely high prices, even if they pay the money and transport them to the opposite side, in this raging July, I'm afraid they will also stink of maggots.

But if you walk on the mountain road, not to mention the rugged mountain road, who would dare to carry the corpse?

Hey!
Don't tell me, if there is a demand, there is a market.

In this world, there are really people who eat this bowl of unique food.

Known as: The mortician.

"Daozhang, do you think it's strange? Not only did they not carry the corpses, but they also lined up the corpses and walked back by themselves!"

"I saw it just now. It's really a big bunch of black and white. Jumping and jumping, they come out of Yizhuang and walk into the mountains!"

The good farmer who carried the hoe was bragging with saliva, his expression was both excited and timid.

Mo Chuan's heart was a little moved when he heard the words.

If he guessed correctly, this is probably some kind of corpse control technique!
If this can be learned, it can be regarded as a skill to settle down.

"Dare to ask, brother, which direction is the mortician going?" Mo Chuan asked hastily.

"Is the Taoist chief going to chase after the mortician?" The old man's voice trembled.

"Haha, look at that elm head of yours. The Taoist chief is trying to avoid those morticians, those unlucky bastards, who cares to get close?"

A man in Tsing Yi laughed and said, "Master Daoist, I can see clearly that they are heading for Shoushan Shuiqiaoxi trail."

Hearing this, Mo Chuan quickly cupped his hands: "Thank you, brother, for your guidance!"

As he said that, he looked at the owner of the tea stall again: "Old man, how much is the tea?"

The stall owner waved his hand: "The Taoist priest is polite, half a bowl of strong tea, no charge!"

Mo Chuan did not give in politely, reached into his bosom, took out a scaring ghost talisman, and handed it over.

"Put it away, old man. I carry it with me on weekdays. The kid dare not get close."

"Good good."

The stall owner hastily wiped his hands on the coat before reaching out to take it.

"Excuse me, excuse me."

Mo Chuan cupped his hands and walked away.

"It's really strange, it's the first time I see a Taoist priest traveling at night."

Looking at Mo Chuan's back, the man in Tsing Yi shook his head, his expression suddenly changed: "Hey, why did the Taoist priest head towards Shuiqiaoxi?"

"Master Dao, that's in the direction of Shuiqiaoxi, don't go, don't go—"

The stall owner looked at the sound, and as expected, he opened his mouth and shouted.

In the dim twilight, the Taoist priest raised his hand to signal that he heard it, and plunged into the vast night.

……

The night was empty and silent, shrouded in miasma.

The mountain trails that are still somewhat popular during the day have turned into deserted mounds at night.

The strange stones of Shoushan Mountain, which the world admires, are stacked randomly beside the path, like lonely tombs and wild mounds.

In the whistling mountain wind, swallowing clouds and mists, whispering, as if picking and choosing.

"Jingle Bell……"

Suddenly, the sharp sound of bells came faintly from the deep mountains and old forests, making one's heart tighten.

After a while, the thick fog smashed into pieces.

A person wearing a bamboo hat and Taoist robes, with his left hand shaking the Soul Requiem bell and his right hand holding a small gong stick, accompanied by the sound of the bell, banged loudly on the Yin Calling Gong around his waist.

"Bang! Bang!"

"Yin people rush, Yang people avoid, if you want to avoid it, take care of yourself..."

Under the dim night, a group of strange pedestrians was walking slowly on the sheep intestines mountain road behind the Taoist priest beating the gong.

I saw that this group of people stretched their arms flat, connected each other to form a line, and walked in unison, jumping and jumping. The scene was really strange and frightening.

This group of people is none other than the morticians who are talking about among the idlers at the tea stall.

"Big corpse, change?"

Among the bouncing corpses, came a tentative greeting.

"Just a few steps away? It's early, don't be slippery!"

The big corpse who led the way turned around and reprimanded the young corpse hidden in the crowd of corpses.

"Oh!"

A muffled groan came from among the corpses.

"Bang! Bang!"

Another gong sounded at two o'clock, and the big corpse was still beating in its own way, staggering along the mountain road.

"Da Shiming, stop knocking, there should be no one in the deep mountains and old forests!"

The young corpse's voice came again.

"Hee hee, deep in the mountains and old forests, of course there is no one."

A echo came, but the jumping corpse suddenly stopped.

Because the voice was high-pitched and sharp, like a charming lady, or like a sneaky ghost who died unjustly, hiding in the ghostly mountain forest, looking at the mountain road with malicious intentions.

"Who?"

The voice of the young corpse came from among the corpses.

"Shut up!"

The big corpse who led the way reprimanded, and quickly grabbed a handful of talismans from the talisman bag and sprinkled them out, while chanting:

"People come separated by heavy paper, ghosts come separated by mountains;"

"Thousand evils can't get rid of it, and ten thousand evils can't get rid of it."

The talismans were sprinkled, and the mountains and forests seemed to be quiet.

Da Shiming listened for a while, seeing that there was no more coquettish sound, he felt relieved, held the gong and stick in his hand, and was about to strike.

"Hee hee, old Taoist priest, is this all you can do?"

Unexpectedly, the sharp voice came again, accompanied by a faint snickering, making people panic.

"go!"

Da Shiming's face changed when he heard the sound, he stopped talking, pressed his bamboo hat, and walked away with a sullen head.

The group of corpses that stopped jumped up again, their movements flustered a lot.

"call out!"

Suddenly something flew in the forest, and with a bang, it landed on Da Shiming's body.

Da Zoming paused for a moment, and continued on his way.

"If you want to leave, stay and buy road money?"

When the sharp sound came, several emerald green phosphorous fires rose in the forest, following around the corpse artisan team.

The big corpse turned a deaf ear and kept walking, getting more and more anxious.

"Hey! Wuna the magic stick, look at the knife!"

Beside the strange rocky road, there was a sudden sound of "cracking".

When the big corpse heard the sound, he turned his head suddenly, and saw a machete reflecting the pale moonlight, slashing across the sky!
A gleam of coldness passed by.

A big head flew up.

The bamboo hat was lifted into the air!

Under the miserable moonlight, I saw a man full of evil spirit, standing with a knife in his hand, beside him was a headless corpse, staggering, and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"master--"

There was an urgent cry from among the corpses, and then a figure jumped out, running towards the corpse.

"Hahaha, good time!"

The man was overjoyed when he saw this, he stepped forward and swung the machete down again.

"when--"

There was a sharp metal collision sound, but the rushing figure subconsciously pulled out a Xiangxi knife to block the fatal blow.

"Hey!"

Unexpectedly, this blow made the man go crazy, he picked up the machete and slashed again.

This time, the mortician wanted to block with a knife, but he couldn't lift it up, so he could only be stabbed in despair!
puff!
The knife pierced his neck, and another big head flew up.

The headless body of the mortician swayed in place, and finally collapsed to the ground with a plop.

At this time, there was a rustling sound in the forest.

The grass and trees were parted, and two figures appeared, one tall and one short, their faces were covered by the night, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Old Biaozi, you are too impulsive, why don't you say something?"

Among them, the tall figure complained.

"Damn it! I said it a long time ago, these two magic sticks dare to pretend to be gods and ghosts to do this job, they must be as brave as a fight, it would be better to chop it up with a knife!"

The old Biaozi looked nonchalant, and while speaking, he patted the machete, really vicious and ruthless!
"Okay, okay, it's important to find money!"

Among them, the short figure couldn't wait to touch the corpse amidst the sound of muddy mud.

"You look for it first, I want to see, how do these two magic sticks get rid of the corpse?"

While talking, Lao Biaozi nonchalantly walked up to the corpses lined up in a row, and poked them with a knife.

Unexpectedly, with a single stab, the corpse collapsed, bringing down all the corpses in the row behind.

There was a thump and fall, and the two who were touching the corpse jumped in fright.

"Bah! It's a cheap thing. How do I get rid of the corpse? It turns out that the torso was cut up and picked up with a bamboo pole."

Lao Biaozi picked up the corpse with a knife, and immediately cursed.

The two who touched the corpse quickly approached for a closer look.

No, I saw only the limbs and head of the driven body, and the middle was filled with straw.

Putting on clothes, there is no clue at all.

Two long bamboo poles passed under the armpits of the corpses and strung them in a row. The mortician only needed to stand in the middle to easily pick up a row of corpses.

Thinking about that bouncing and jumping posture, it was the natural swing of Kongluo's legs.

"No wonder it's day and night, it turns out that it's all a scam, I'm bah!"

"Damn it, we are doing harm to the people."

Several thugs blocking the road were cursing and swearing, as if they didn't take this strange scene seriously, they were as bold as tigers!

"Look for money, look for money!"

"Third, how much money did you get?"

"Just a bunch of coppers."

"I only touched a few papers."

"Could it be that you hid it privately?"

"Damn it, you doubt me?"

Not long after, the three gangsters started arguing because they didn't get much money?
You know, they came prepared.

It was rumored that four liang of silver was enough to drive the mortician away, but it turned out that they got less than one liang of silver?
How does this make them suspicious?

Amidst cursing and cursing, the three thugs were unwilling to leave.

The mountains were empty again.

There are only stumps and corpses all over the ground, which passerby will be frightened?

"Da da da--"

As soon as the gangster left, there was a sudden sound of footsteps deep in the mountain road.

Amidst the mist, a young Taoist priest walked into the scene of the murder with a look of surprise.

"Is this a bandit?"

Mo Chuan looked at the messy mountain road all over the ground, even though he was well-informed, his expression changed drastically.

What kind of bandits dare to intercept the road in the middle of the night?

Especially the way to intercept the gang of cadavers who are fishing for vaginas?

"It's a pity! If Pindao doesn't drink that bowl of residual tea, maybe he can still catch up."

Mo Chuan muttered and shook his head regretfully.

He looked at the corpses all over the floor, wondering if he should be buried?

Deliberately do it, but my heart is a little hairy.

Isn't it?
Just imagine that in the middle of the night, in the barren mountains and wild ridges, beside the trails, heads and stumps are rolling all over the ground, can't you be terrified?
Thanks to seeing a lot of ghosts and ghosts, he has developed a big heart through experience.

Otherwise, if it was before he got the Dao Furnace for Sacrifice, the scene in front of him would probably make his brain go blank and his heart stop suddenly.

"Ugh!"

Mo Chuan sighed, gritted his teeth and rolled up his sleeves, took out a shovel from the stove for offering sacrifices, and started digging beside the mountain road.

With the help of the art of copying, digging graves is not hard work for him.

No, just as he was digging, an old voice suddenly came from behind, making his scalp numb.

"Daozhang, don't dig!"

He suddenly followed the sound, and saw a head rolled down on the side of the road, suddenly opened his eyes, and looked at him kindly.

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