The strongest mortician

"Did people die one after another, did they suffer from malaria-like infectious diseases?" Bai Si cheered up and asked after hearing this. If there are a lot of livestock in the village and poor sanitation management is likely to cause a large-scale epidemic.The people next to him also pricked up their ears, Bai Dianlin served Xiao Er's new tea to moisten his lips, the old tea from previous years was astringent, he took a sip and then put it down.

"No." The expression on Xiao Er's face seemed to be filled with lingering fear, "The disease whose cause cannot be found, started to turn black and rot from the fingertips, then spread to the arms, and then to the whole body, rotting to death alive!" Xiao Er recalled that year For a moment, his face was gloomy. At that time, he was just too old to remember, but this matter was firmly engraved in his mind.

Such a disease is really appalling.

None of the people here, whether it is the well-informed Qingwei young master Bai Dianlin, or the well-read speech etiquette, have never heard of it.

"However, guests don't have to worry, it's all old things. Now our Tuofeng Village is not as prosperous as it was at its peak, but we won't be troubled by diseases." Xiao Er said with a smile.

"Oh? Such a horrific disease, was it cured by the gods in the world?" Shen Shen, who was silent on the side and didn't interrupt, suddenly asked a seemingly inadvertent question.

"Genius doctor? They're just quack doctors with a vain reputation! We in Tuofeng Village don't believe in that, there are living Buddhas here..." Xiao Er said this with a contemptuous tone, his expression froze, and he quickly shut up.Changing the subject, "The guests have been waiting for a long time, the guests are coming for a long time, these lazy people are lax, I will go to the back kitchen to have a look now. Why hasn't this dish been served yet!"

Xiao Er apologized and left with a smile.

Not long after he left, the dishes came out.The simple four dishes and one soup taste homely, and the color and aroma are not outstanding. It doesn't look like it was cooked by a professional chef.After Xiao Er went out, he never came in again, Bai Si wanted to continue asking, but couldn't catch anyone, so he had to give up.

Eating is not necessary for their group.Living corpses do not need to supplement energy through eating, and practitioners eat too much mortal food after fasting, but instead increase the impurities in the body.No one touched the chopsticks at the table, so Shen Shen was a mortal who ate grains in his previous life, so he paid for a few chopsticks, maybe the taste was not good, so he put down the chopsticks even if he moved.

That Xiao Er's words stopped abruptly, which made people have to pay attention.

"Young master Bai, what are your plans?" The young master of Qingwei came to investigate Qingwei's disciples, the living people present, his subordinate Qingwei, obeyed him, Shen Shen asked this question.

Bai Dianlin turned his head to look at Shen Shen, the boy's eyes shimmered, and he knew that his family had deep thoughts.Bai Dianlin suppressed the thoughts in his heart, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and his voice was low and gentle.

"I have no idea for now, I would like to hear from Brother Shen."

Shen Shen didn't hesitate, and said: "I don't dare to take a high opinion. This village is full of weirdness, first it is closed and hidden, and then it is a strange disease that has never been heard of. To tell you the truth, since I entered the village, I feel very shackled and depressed. Difficult."

Get along for a while.Everyone knows that Shen Shen is by no means a delicate and resentful person, he does not often express negative emotions, and the words "repressed and unbearable" from his mouth show that it must be serious enough to make him extremely uncomfortable.The strange thing is that other people don't feel this way.Those present are all practitioners, and the way of practice may be different, but they all use spiritual energy to practice from the same source, and run around the sky to transform into their own cultivation.

If there is a difference, it is not without...

After verifying with everyone, I found that I was the only one who was different. After a moment of deep contemplation, I realized that it might be related to his special practice. What he practiced was merit.This is different from everyone present, and it is close to the way of Buddhist cultivation.The deep merit is not as golden as the Buddha's cultivation, and the compassion is all over his body after the merit is added. He is restrained, and the merit added is thick, and it is difficult for others to detect unless he also practices merit.

It's just that no one would associate a young man with an exquisite and beautiful face with a Buddhist cultivator who was traditionally imagined to be wearing a cassock and had lost three thousand threads of trouble.

"The envoy of the Living Buddha is here!"

The voice from downstairs suppressed the excitement and piety.His voice ignited the empty streets at the same time, and the villagers hiding in their homes flooded out. Their clothes changed, and they were no longer casual coarse linen clothes. It can be seen that each villager took out the most solemn Clothes show respect, the condition is poor, and the clothes are clean and tidy.The villagers knelt down on both sides of the road, bowed their heads, and no one raised their heads in disrespect.The clay basin in his hand was raised high above his head, and it contained the most abundant food that every family could produce.

Xiaoer who had disappeared appeared at the door and yelled: "Outsiders, the envoys of the Living Buddha are on tour, so don't look directly at them rudely." Several people followed suit and bowed their heads temporarily.

Several of them were practitioners, and when they lowered their heads, they immediately released their spiritual consciousness, which was blocked when they went out of the range of Penglai Inn, and the thin barrier blocked their spiritual consciousness.Bai Dianlin's spiritual consciousness is powerful, but he is only half an inch deeper than Shen Shen.It's weird...

Bai Dianlin glanced at Xiao Er who was still keeping his head down, then raised his head and looked outside.He found that he was not the only one who raised his head to look outside.

Shen Shen slightly hooked his lips and nodded to Bai Dianlin.Without changing his face, he paid attention to the situation outside.

Not long after, in the middle of the road surrounded by the villagers, a vehicle appeared in the distance, which looked like a royal palace on earth.The one sitting on top was not a beautiful woman in the world, but a middle-aged man with a big belly and a small beard in cassock.The man pretends to be a monk, but he doesn't have the temperament of a monk at all. He has a fat head and big ears, and his facial features are squeezed by the flesh on his face. close your eyes.

The one carrying him, looking at his attire, is a young and middle-aged man in the village, with three on one side.There were a lot of people, and Shen Shen's eyes were very good. When he saw the hands of those people, they were all shaking, and it seemed that they were struggling to lift them.Six healthy young and middle-aged people are so difficult, one can imagine the weight of the above.

Everyone in the village lowered their heads and knelt down piously and couldn't see it, but Shen Shen and the others at the Penglai Inn had a panoramic view of the man's greedy face.Lifting his car, the speed was not fast enough. The man with fat head and big ears was eating all the way, and he picked the food served on both sides casually.When he saw it, he stuffed it into his mouth, eating greedily and ugly, the fat from the meat dripped down the corner of his mouth.

His eyes kept squinting down and sideways, his eyes were squeezed by the fat until there was a slit left, full of appetite, greed, and malicious evil thoughts.At first Shen Shen thought he was looking at food.Take another look carefully.

What he looked at was the villager who was holding a clay pot and worshiping piously.

The car was halfway through, and the Penglai Inn was right in the middle of the street.The few people stood near the window, and the people in the seats could look up and see the disrespectful people above them who were blatantly peeping.Shen Shen restrained and lowered his head.No one noticed the few bold outsiders upstairs.

The villagers are as quiet as a pilgrimage.On the wide street, there are only the heavy footsteps of the six people carrying the car.Suddenly the crowd became restless.Accompanied by exclamation.

"Bold, who will disturb the messenger!" The person carrying the car shouted angrily.

Due to sudden changes, no one paid attention to the people upstairs.Shen Shen and Bai Dianlin looked up at the same time.Pupils shrank.

A young man in white lay halfway in the middle of the road, propped up half of his body, pinned a small blackened sword by his side, his eyes were as clear as blue waves under the sun, innocent and naive.

"Xiaobai!" Shen Shen opened his mouth silently, staring at the man in the middle of the road in shock.Someone was more shocked than him, Bai Dianlin stiffened his body, looking at the face that was exactly the same as the one behind his mask.How is this going?