The strongest mortician

underground.

The footsteps of the two people, one in front of the other, echoed in the empty corridor.The transparent child's soul is guiding ahead, and they continue to move toward the depths, soon, soon.After traveling a few hundred meters, a glimmer of light leaked ahead.

"Master!" Xiaodu called out.The soul body floated into the cave ahead at the fastest speed.Shen Shen and Bai Dianlin followed closely behind.

A dehydrated corpse, facing the cave mouth sideways.Wearing a vermilion cassock with gilt scrolled edges.He was sitting cross-legged, with one hand hanging on the cross-legged leg, and his weathered fingers could hardly hold the rosewood rosary. A ray of light slanted from the top of the cave on the shoulder of the corpse, holy and bright, from Looking at the entrance of the cave, it is sympathetic to all living beings, and it looks the same as the golden Buddha on the ground. It is a god of salvation.

Walk into the cave and see the whole picture.Only to find that this is not the case.The other hand of the corpse struggled, twisted and yearned towards the direction of the light.A beam of light from the top of the cave is his hope, but it also brings him despair.He can't get out.

Sitting monks, half compassionate, half ferocious.

Contradictions and strange fusions are integrated into a corpse, which somehow overlaps with the golden Buddha statue on the ground.This is the master of Cihang, the master of Ciji, who Cihang has been looking for so hard.

The soul has no tears.Intense sadness emanated from the young soul body, Xiaodu couldn't cry, but he felt extremely uncomfortable.He squatted under the corpse, lying on his knees, he was not afraid of the horrible corpse.He yelled over and over again: "Master...Master..." He lay on his stomach for a while, and began to tear Tzu Chi's luxurious cassock vigorously.They were all prepared by those rats to let his master sit down. Master, he doesn't like this kind of vulgar cassock. In his memory, the master's gray cassock was rough when rubbed, and it turned white after washing.

The toddler's hand went through Tzu Chi's body, unable to touch his cassock.Xiaodu's soul body is more fragile and transparent, as if it will collapse at any time.

Sighing deeply, he quietly waited for the child to vent his emotions.Until Xiao Du's transparent little finger hooked the corner of his clothes, she raised her head and asked him, "Can you help Master?"

"Please." Xiao Du had an intuition that someone with great merit could help the master.His soul body is very transparent, Xiaodu bit his lip weakly, not begging for himself, only for the peace of mind of the master's soul.

After begging Shen Shen, he knelt down in front of Bai Dianlin again: "Master, help me."

Bai Dianlin could clearly perceive the small fluctuations of the soul, the intense sadness, and the pleading at the other end of the connection.This time, he didn't get jealous because Xiaodu was too close to Shen Shen, and he didn't respond immediately.He saw the flames burning in the deep eyes of his family, deep deep, not someone who would sit idly by.The chest is sour and proud.Emotionally turbulent, Bai Dianlin looked at Shen Shen and slightly curled his lips.

"Don't worry, I will let his soul return to peace."

"This is the responsibility of the undertaker, isn't it, Xiaodu?" Shen smiled deeply.

The voice of the mortician Qingyue sang the requiem, the quiet and peaceful tune to appease the soul of the dead.The golden light of virtue on his body is bright and dazzling, Xiaodu, who is a soul body, can't help but approach him, warm and not burning, a fascinating temperature like a sense of belonging, the master must also like it, Xiaodu thought.

Tzu Chi's twisted hands, in the sound of the boy's chanting, the bulging veins gradually relaxed.One half of the hideous face, tainted with peace and relief, is placed together with the other half of the compassionate face, so it no longer looks so obtrusive.The concocted corpse oil is applied to the body of the deceased to help the resentment dissipate.Huangquan candle flickers, calling for the souls of the dead.When the candle melted and the warm wax was just right, Shen Shen took out a small black cloth bag.

Unfolded, it is a pocket-sized little finger bone.On the fingertips, this light white scratch is engraved.Xiaodu's lips trembled slightly. He remembered that when he was a little younger, there was no famine in the village. He mischievously climbed to the tree at the entrance of the village to dig out a bird's nest. He accidentally fell off the tree, and the broken branch pierced his little finger.He wailed loudly, and it was his father who carried him on his back and walked ten miles to the barefoot doctor's house in the village to stop the bleeding. That time, his father, who had always loved him, beat him.

Seeing his expression, Shen Shen also knew that the child understood.He squatted down, his eyes were at the same level as Xiaodu: "I think, before your master leaves, the only person who is worried about you is you."

Xiao Du sniffled, holding Shen Shen with her transparent little hand.Shen Shen patted his head, blended his little finger into the wax oil of Huangquan candle, and completed the thing carrying his thoughts.

do everything.A gust of breeze blows from the closed underground cave on the ground. This wind is gentle and affectionate, caressing Xiaodu's cheek.Xiaodu looked at the familiar shadow and the familiar scene again.

The monk in the gray cassock walked through the famine village, he was kind and compassionate, and reached out to the starving toddler on the side of the road.

"Come on, Xiaodu."

The deep blazing pure fire burned Tzu Chi's body, and the body passed away, leaving an amber relic in place.He strung up the relics and put them on silent Xiaodu's neck.Xiaodu's weak soul body solidified after the relic's light flashed.Bai Dianlin raised his eyebrows. He is Xiaodu's master. At that moment, he realized that Master Tzu Chi had left Xiaodu with a great opportunity.

The young child smiled, and he bowed to Shen Shen to thank him.He held Shen Shen's slender hand, the white palm left a slight cut in the previous fight, Xiao Du put his face on it intimately, Bai Dian was so tolerant of those who approached Shen Shen for the first time.He watched the kid Xiaodu clung to his house for a while, the small wound healed at an astonishing speed.

"Brother, I want to follow you from now on, is that okay?" Xiaodu opened his eyes wide, longing for Shen Shen.In fact, it is normal for him to ask Bai Dianlin, Bai Dianlin is Xiaodu's master, "I am very powerful, I can cure diseases and save people."

Bai Dianlin lazily embraced the sword and said, "Shen Shen, this brat, keep it." Tzu Chi was a Buddhist monk with excellent medical skills and saved lives and healed the wounded before his death. Xiaodu got his relic and inherited some things from Tzu Chi.Life and death, human flesh and bones, are the praises of Tzu Chi masters by people in the spiritual circle.

Moreover, Bai Dianlin thought about it.The moment the little ghost obtained the relic, his connection with the little ghost was broken, and he also discovered what he had obtained just before the connection was broken.He really hoped that this brat could be subdued deeply, so that he would be more at ease with a Xinglin master accompanying him, with a higher safety factor.

At this moment, Xiaogui Xiaodu is free.

But he stubbornly grabbed Shen Shen's hand.

Bai Dianlin's attitude surprised Shen Shen. He believed in Bai Dianlin, but he didn't go into it. He smiled and said helplessly, "Okay."