Fantasy: I Become A Saint By Burning Corpses

Li Ye picked up another iron nail, flicked his tongue, and the iron nail exploded with a bang.

Invincible!

It may seem trivial to speak the Dharma, but it is actually very practical.

Li Ye was excited, feeling that he would be able to use it sooner or later.

He took a deep look at the crematorium. This Divine Weapon seemed to embody the laws of the world. It was omnipotent and far more mysterious than he imagined.

The Corpse Refinery was eerie, and Li Ye was not sleepy at all.

He lay in the yard and looked up at the stars.

Today is the second day after arriving in this world. I don’t know what the scene is like outside.

The mountain must be very high.

The lake must be huge.

The chicken must be very fat and delicious.

There are memories of the Holy Son in his mind, and some places are very bright, such as some famous mountains, where there are old gods with immortal winds, fairies flying with swords, and mythical beasts soaring with wings.

Some places are also very dilapidated, with thousands of miles of bare land, refugees everywhere, and broken houses and bricks.

Some places are very dangerous, with demons running rampant, evil ways flourishing, and murderous people killing people without blinking an eye.

There are also some dark places where people commit murder, steal goods, and men steal and women prostitute.

But after all, he hadn't been there personally, and Li Ye was still yearning for it.

"The Holy Son should have been drugged, causing his cultivation to regress and eventually become useless."

Li Ye murmured.

This was the Holy Son's own guess when he was alive. He vaguely asked the elders of the Shenyin Sect's alchemy room, but the elders were extremely sure that there was no such poison in the world.

The Holy Son also asked someone to look at his body and found nothing unusual.

"I will definitely help you find the person who poisoned you."

"Go in peace."

Li Ye secretly swore in his heart.

When you occupy someone else's body, you always have to do something for them.

A peerless genius could not die in such an unknown way.

Furthermore, since the poisoner targeted the Holy Son, he will also target himself in the future and must be found.

Early the next morning, after Li Ye ate two steamed buns, he felt sleepy and was about to return to his room.

Suddenly I was attracted by the bursts of ritual music.

The vocal music is sonorous, cadenced, classically beautiful, yet majestic.

Li Yeqing couldn't help but walk out of her small courtyard.

The Corpse Refining Courtyard is the courtyard within the courtyard, and outside the small courtyard is the large courtyard.

At this time, more than a dozen corpse-burners gathered outside.

These corpse-burners were in ragged clothes, with disheveled faces, and skinny bodies. They looked like briquettes rolled out of a coal pile.

A standard image of a malnourished refugee.

"Young man, which courtyard are you from? How come I haven't seen you before?"

A corpse-burner showed a surprised expression after seeing Li Ye.

"No need to ask, it must be Courtyard No. 3."

A middle-aged thin man next to him smiled, showing his yellowed teeth.

There are a total of twelve chimneys in the charnel house, and everyone present is familiar with them.

Only the owner of Courtyard No. 3 has never shown up.

Judging from Li Ye's image, he is better than himself and others, but not much. He must be one of the corpse-burners.

"My name is Liu Sanshou, and they all call me Lao Liu."

The thin man introduced himself as a gesture of goodwill to Li Ye.

Liu Sanshou was originally a thief in the market, but he was in troubled times and the people were in dire straits.

There is no use for his skills as a thief, so he can only come here to be a corpse burner and earn a living.

Other corpse burners also began to announce their names.

What about Lao Dao, Butcher, Yang Chen, Zhou Bao, etc.?

Lao Dao was a robber. The land outside was thousands of miles away, and corpses were everywhere. His village was robbed by an army of refugees, so he became one of the refugees and moved around Yangcheng under the Shenyin Sect. Finally, he became a corpse burner.

The butcher is the one who kills pigs in the town. Let alone pigs in this day and age, you can’t even find pig hair. Even if there were pigs, no one could afford the meat.

As a result, the butcher lost his job and lived here.

There is one person who is rather strange, that is Zhou Bao. He tied a stone to his tongue and pulled it down. He lowered his head and shook the stone "slightly", having a great time.

Everyone else has a different story.

To sum up, they are all miserable people.

Everyone looked at Li Ye, waiting for his introduction.

"...Li Bai in Xiawan City!"

I can write Jingyesi! Li Ye thought for a while and said.

The reputation of the Holy Son was so great that even though he was demoted one after another within half a year and disappeared from everyone, if the word Li Ye was really mentioned, there is no guarantee that no one would think of anything.

To be on the safe side, it is better to give a false name.

As for Wancheng, it is indeed the hometown of the Holy Son, a small county within the Great Qian Dynasty.

The Holy Son's family was well off and his conditions were good. He was spotted by the elders of the Shenyin Sect at a very young age and was taken back to the mountains to practice. He has not been back for many years.

The direction from which the ritual music came was the Shenyin Sect.

Looking around, there are so many people and it’s so lively.

There seems to be a steady stream of guests coming up to pay homage to the mountain. Something big must be happening.

"I heard someone say yesterday that the Shenyin Sect conferred the title of new holy son."

Lao Dao explained.

"Hey, you are indeed a sect of immortals. This vocal music is really nice and powerful!"

Liu Sanshou commented, looking intoxicated.

That position was mine.

The person who attracted all the attention and stood high was me.

Has a new Holy Son appeared after half a year? Li Ye didn't know why, but he felt inexplicably lost.

"Listen to Lao Shizi's ritual music. If you have time, why not go down the mountain and take a few sips of turbid wine."

"Maybe one day he will die under a vicious corpse."

"In this world, it is better to enjoy yourself in time, and it is not a loss if you die."

The butcher waved to everyone and said as he walked, he went down the mountain, leaving everyone with a handsome back.

"I am coming too!"

Someone responded and followed the butcher.

There is a wine shop at the foot of the mountain, which is much cheaper than in the city.

We didn’t even have time to spend yesterday’s wages.

Suddenly, Zhou Bao, a young man with a dark face and a fisherman background, came up to us.

Zhou Bao held the stone tied to his tongue with one hand and said with a smile: "Brother Li Bai has been fine for two consecutive nights, but what ability can he have to keep the bottom of the case? We can exchange with you, and you can pay."

Others became interested.

Corpse burning is not only despicable, but also a dangerous profession.

The probability of encountering a zombie is very high.

Not to mention, in the past few months, the corpse-burning people in the Corpse Refinery have changed countless times.

Those who are unlucky are often strangled to death by vicious corpses as soon as they arrive.

No one has the right expertise, so Zhou Baocai suggested exchanging special skills.

"The next scholar doesn't know how to spell or practice. It all depends on luck."

Li Ye replied.

After hearing this, people were disappointed.

Zhou Bao became interested, took out a folded piece of yellow paper from his arms, and said, "That's just right. I have a corpse-suppressing spell. It's simple and easy to use. You can restrain the corpse by chanting it."

"If you are interested, little brother, how about selling it to you for twenty copper coins?"

Li Ye was startled, thinking that this guy would come to do business with me.

When he was about to refuse, Zhou Baoxin added firmly: "Twenty cents can't buy you a loss or be cheated."

"You'll pay ten if you leave it, it's guaranteed to be useful, little brother Li Bai might as well consider it."

In a daze, Li Ye felt like he had returned to a certain commercial street in his previous life.

This guy's trick is so smooth, he couldn't be from transmigrate.

Liu Sanshou said: "Don't listen to him."

"The spell on that page contains forty or fifty words. It needs to be recited in one breath. Who can do it?"

One breath lasts almost two to three seconds.

It was indeed difficult. No wonder Zhou Bao had a stone hanging from his tongue and was practicing the corpse-suppressing spell.

"Of course you guys can't do it with your clumsy tongue. Little brother Li Bai is very articulate. As long as you practice hard like me, you will definitely be able to do it."

Zhou Bao is good at teaching.

Li Ye pondered, then slashed Zhou Bao's aorta with his knife, and said: "One article!"

Zhou Bao's eyes widened.