My 30 years of touching corpses in Yizhuang

"You don't need to worry about Mr. Xing. I heard that he is dead. It's the kind of death that kills the whole family."

"Dead? Then I have nowhere to go."

Lin Xiang took out an ingot of gold from his sleeve:

"I'll pay you back, go home!"

The eighth wife did not keep the gold for a moment, for fear that Lin Xiang would go back again.

After solving the troublesome Eighth Wife, Lin Xiang and Shuiniang hired a carriage in Pingyang Mansion and told the groom to just go west.

I hope to find Miao Lan'er in three days!

On the way, Lin Xiang divination on the carriage for confirmation.

The direction is right.

After rushing out from Pingyang Mansion, they drove for half a day. When it was getting dark, the groom asked Lin Xiang in the carriage:

"Xiama Town is ahead, shall we stop?"

"Don't stop, keep going."

"okay!"

After leaving Xiama Town, Lin Xiang made another divination, and the divination told him that if he wanted to find Miao Lan'er, he had to go west.

At noon the next day, when the sky was dry and everything was dry, the carriage stopped in front of a slightly deserted temple gate.

"Guest, it's hot and we can't continue our journey, so let's rest in the temple!"

Lin Xiang and Shuiniang got off the carriage.

One person walked into the temple stiffly, and the abandoned seedlings were still left by the temple watchers. After seeing them, they came over and said:

"The weather is hot, there is water in the tank, please take it yourself."

"Thank you, master. It's just that your temple has a familiar smell?"

The smell that Lin Xiang is very familiar with is of course the smell of rotting corpses.

So he had some doubts that this place was the Black Temple.

Already ready to let the water maiden match.

"What does a benefactor do?"

"Pingyang mansion touches the corpse."

When the temple spectators heard about Lin Xiang's occupation, they excitedly held his hand:

"Buddha blesses, thank God, finally came a corpse toucher."

Lin Xiang struggled to free his hands from those of the temple spectators:

"If you have something to say, don't move your hands."

"Amitabha. The benefactor who touches the corpse. There is a corpse in my temple. Please touch it."

Lin Xiang didn't expect to come out and meet the corpse, so how could he not agree.

Hearing that there was a corpse to touch, I even couldn't wait to see the corpse.

"I will lend you a place to rest, and I should help you with this little favor."

"Great! Corpse toucher benefactor, please follow me."

Lin Xiang took Shuiniang and the temple spectators to the door of a meditation room at the back of the temple and stood down.

"The corpse is inside. I will obey all the rules you have for the corpse-toucher benefactor."

Chapter 15

"There are no special rules, just two sticks of incense and an iron plate."

"Hold on."

The temple spectators quickly prepared two things, and when they opened the door of the Zen room, the smell gushed out, and they hurriedly avoided it in embarrassment.

It really stinks.

Lin Xiang covered his face with a black cloth, entered the meditation room, closed the door, and walked in front of the corpse.

Depending on the degree of rot, it must have been left for at least fifteen days.

Lin Xiang lit two sticks of incense in his hand, and inserted them into the corpse's feet respectively.

When touching a corpse that has been mortuary for more than ten days, the force must be very light, as if stroking. If you use too much force, the rotting corpse will be soft and disgusting.

So Lin Xiang had to touch up from his legs carefully.

I didn't find anything until I touched my chest.

After taking it out, it was an iron sign that read:

"Seven grades of pure virtue magistrate."

Unexpectedly, this person was dressed in shabby clothes and was still an official.

He reached out and continued to touch, but only took out a few taels of scattered silver.

Continue to touch, it is a book, carefully take it out.

Slightly surprised to see something.

"Five Ghosts for Fortune"

A series of familiar mechanical sounds sounded.

【Records】

[Records of Wu Zeng's Causes]

(Surname Wu Mingzeng, 36 years old, magistrate of Qipin Chunde County, died of myocardial infarction.

He studied hard for 30 years, became a scholar for 20 years, and promoted people for [-] years, but he was unable to be selected as an official to benefit one party because he had no connections.

The heavens are pitiful, it coincides with the birthday of my benefactor, and I have no long-term possessions, so I just wrote a birthday letter and sent it.